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Day's Work

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(Unknown Location, Verinsal Province)

"You have everything you need?" A man asks, his eyes looking dully towards the man across from him, packing equipment into a small backpack before glancing over and nodding. "Yes, everything...is looking to be in order..." He speaks, before grabbing a sheathed sword and strapping it across his back, his main weapon in his line of work. The two stood in a rather small room, but it was lined all the way to the ceiling with lockers and equipment, all of varying complexity and oddity and for different jobs and situations. The one man, a large, rather portly man, with short-cut brown hair and green eyes, watched as his partner set up his gear, tightening his boots and straightening his coat, the insignia of their organization emblazoned onto the right side of it. His partner was rather tall, but leaner than he was, with messy black hair, a rather boyish expression, and two-toned eyes: the inner ring was gold, while the outer ring was red. 

"So.... Reaver, right? This your first time on a raid?" The portly man asks, and Reaver looks up, before nodding. "Yes, it is....I've done a few....smaller jobs before...but I have never....been on a raid." He looked at the man with a serious expression as he stood up, prepared for the journey. Both of them wore the same outfits as each other; a set of black pants with dark green trim and dark green belts holding them, a dark green undershirt, a black dress shirt and a biege tailcoat. Reaver looks over his gear one more time, before turning. "Okay...I think we are ready, Valk." He speaks, looking up. Valk nods, his relatively pudgy hand grabbing a large pistol and holstering it, before they stand and move out the door. Valk takes the lead, walking through long corridors and past various rooms and people. The organization was a large one, so it wasn't surprising about the amount of space taken up, or the number of rooms and people. 

The pair enter a large, circular room, with two barred metal doors at the opposite side of them. Two guards stand by the door, wielding large guns with lightning arcing through their barrels. The two walk forward and flash badges, to which the guards nod and open the door, letting them through. Valk passes through, followed closely by Reaver. He steps onto the sand, looking up at the sky, and the multiple moons and planets visible, before smiling a little. "Such a nice night...perfect for a job." He muses softly, before glancing up and seeing his partner waiting expectantly for him. Reaver moves up, and they continue, walking down the street of a rather prosperous-looking market district. His eyes scan the different faces and bodies passing, all moving out of their path. Then again, when you were a Sire most people wanted to avoid you like a plague, especially if they had something to hide.

The two Sires make their way towards a rather large building, tracks running out of the sides. The two walk in, passing by the ticket area to the private tracks, before stopping as they spot their ride. It is a rather large and bulky vehicle, hovering above the tracks with magnetic locks holding it in place. The emblem of the Sires is painted on the side of it, and some other members enter the train before them. Reaver stiffens visibly, tense about the raid, before Valk places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Look, you will be fine. You made it through training, you have all the skills to survive." The younger man sighs, nodding, before they walk onto the train, it shifting lightly under their feet as more weight is added to it. Reaver sits next to Valk and the window, his face stern as the train door closes, and the magnetic locks release. Without a word, the train shoots off down the tracks, moving at high speeds towards their job.

(Job Location, Verinsal Province)

"Alright, so the targets are in this large warehouse up again. They have been accused of creating illegal narcotics and arms, as well as manufacturing Recros illegally. You know how to kill a Recros, right?" Valk says, pulling out his gun as him and Reaver make his way through a large set of alleyways and sidestreets. Reaver nods, and grabs the handle of his blade, pulling it out of it's sheath. The sword itself isn't actually a sword, but a thin frame of a blade, circuitry running in the metal frame. " Take out...their cores, or cut their energy cords......" He says quietly, as the two stop before a door, warnings in various languages on it. The two look at each other, before nodding, as they quietly push it open. They quickly enter the building, slipping in before anyone notices. 

"Camera by the door." Valk says, and Reaver nods, pulling a small pistol from his side and aiming it at the camera. A small generator on the back hums, and he fires an arc of electricity, shorting the camera out and disabling it. With that, they move in deeper, Reaver and Valk shooting the security cameras rather easily as they cling to the shadows and walls. Voices make them pause every so often, hiding in a corner as workers pass by, before dispatching them quickly. It was a kill-sanctioned job, something Reaver hated. He frowned as he shot one of the workers with an arc of electricity, causing him to grunt and fall to the ground, unconscious. "Well, that's seven down so far, we should be getting close to the main room. The others are coming in through the other entry points and should be close as well." Valk says, reloading a clip into his gun as Reaver nods. He holsters his gun, and wields his blade in both hands, the framework beginning to glow. They advance forwards, glancing around and checking for any more cameras or guards, before they glance at each other and nod. They move, reaching the end of the hallway and pushing open the doors, entering their main target's location.

Reaver frowns as he looks at rows and rows of tables and machinery, as workers mill around, tinkering with the machines and helping the production. Reaver's attention focused more on the mechanical suits in the center of it all, the workers being very meticulous on the circuitry. Most of the workers themselves are Recros, floating above the ground as their hands worked on the machines to bind more of their kin to this world. Without a word, Valk steps up, making his presence known by aiming his gun and shooting one of the Recros, aiming for what looks like a large orb of energy in it's chest. The shot hits, and causes a small explosion as the suit goes dark, and the Recros seems to disperse. This makes the others pause and look up to them, not noticing the other Sires slip in through the other doors around them until they ready their weapons and make their presences known.

The workers all look around, noticing they are surrounded, and slowly raise their hands up as the Sires move in, some pulling out cuffs as the others shoot the non-Recros workers with stun rounds and low-powered arc shots. Reaver looks around, a neutral expression on his face, before he glances and notices a guard entering and aiming his gun at the Sires. His eyes narrow, and he acts, moving up to the man as his blade glows. He swings his blade down, and the frame lights up, slicing through the barrel of the gun before he swings again, slicing through the man's chest. He spurts out some blood, and falls back as Reaver prepares to attack any more guards. However, it seems that none showed up, so he sighs, wiping the frame of any blood and sheathing it. "Nice job, Reaver." Valk says, and he looks over, before nodding. 

(Sires Headquarters, Verinsal Province)

The rest of the operation went smoothly. They destroyed and confiscated the illegal drugs and tech, before demolishing the building and executing the remaining guards and most of the workers. Some of the workers were sent to serve time, while everyone went home. Valk and the other Sires talked and laughed, joking over their successful mission, but Reaver merely stared out the window, watching the desert of sand pass by, watching as the occassional dune worm erupts from the sands to eat and devour some poor soul.

With a tired sigh, Reaver went to his room within the Sires HQ. He showered and changed, storing his gear away and recieving his payment for the completed mission today. "Just a little more...and I could have...a place of my own..." He says, crawling into his bed and sighing softly. He closes his eye, letting himself drift off from another day of work.
This is...I don't even know OTL

I wanted to write something for my original world, Khaos, and I got the idea from Moose's livestream (aka Shauna and Dream-Weaver) but I just...I dunno, I need to work on it more OTL

Although this has given me the idea to use Reaver in this story, as well as the creation of the Sires. They are a group of national inquisitors/investigators/law enforcers, and mediate the rules through their own practices and ideals.

And don't really take any of this seriously, it sucks XD

Reaver, Valk: *Crimson-Agony
Khaos, Recros: *Crimson-Agony
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