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Post by Krugg Ironjaw on Apr 10, 2024 22:39:25 GMT
Krugg had long ago learned that the best way to encounter new things, was to simply keep on moving, eventually something would inevitably turn up. He also found that being an Ogryn, and therefore a larger individual often meant he would find things sooner than others. Or to be more accurate, they found him. It was this kind of mood that had Krugg wandering through Grevena, 'Frog' perched on his head, its tubby exterior hanging over the sides like a strange hat.
"Do not worry 'Frog'. We will be finding things to do soon. Things are too quiet, yes? Quiet means things will be happening soon, just you see!" If the amphibian knew anything, it refused to answer, save for puffing out its throat pouch "Burrrribbbitt"
Life may be calm for a particular ogryn, but in the grand scheme of things, life is rarely calm. The passages through Grevena are often filled with bodies or detritus of some fashion, and today was no different. But it all often served some purpose, or had in some time past, and was now trash. Life for a particular enforcer had been proving somewhat difficult, and perhaps, more difficult than they cared for.
Some ten meters or so in front of Krugg, a tall, lanky man wearing the colors of the local baron stumbled lazily out of a place of business and stopped,grumbled to himself while lighting up a smoke, and then took a long drag.
As his lead lolled back it tipped slightly and slowly, until he looked at Krugg. His eyes, glazed over with boredom or frustration, lit up when he spotted the ogryn and he quickly tossed the smoke to the ground, satmped it out, and scurried in his direction.
"Ay, ay ay, big fella! You got a minute or two of time to spare?" the man didn't really both to wait for an answer, and even if Krugg kept on, he followed and talked. "Names Brennan, James Brennan, and I'm sort of in charge of the... well, law, in these parts and you look like the type who likes to help, yeah?"
He gave krugg a good looking over. "Yeah, definitely the type. I have a job, or... a need for some help. You, or someone of your size, can help out, right? I can pay you, too! I just need a bit of help with a bit of a large problem..."
He sort of hushed up a bit towards the end up made sure Krugg could hear, but his rambles didn't reveal anything of substances, but it was clear he was waiting for some sort of commitment, or at least a sign of interest, before going further.
Post by Krugg Ironjaw on Apr 19, 2024 22:13:54 GMT
The Ogryn chuckled, as he reached up to the amphibian on his head, gently lifting it and turning it so it was on eye level, turning it first from himself to the human, to himself again. "Well, what do you say Frog? Is good idea?" He raised an eyebrow, looking into the portly creature's eyes. The creature hung there limply, blinking lazily in the Ogryn's hands. For a moment there was nothing but silence that hung there like the amphibian, before it's throat sac bulged with a low rolling "Ribbit"
"Oh ho? Is true? Good! Then yes! I will be helping you." Krugg paused, and glanced around. Yep. Definately the hive. A job with the law? It was a good start, might even lead to talking with other peoples. The frog was placed back on the Ogryn's shoulder, and he fixed the lawman with what was probably in his mind a beaming grin. "Come, tell me of this 'big' problem yes? Is thugs? Wolverachnids? Spygers? Come Mr. Lawman, tell me what is bothering you, and Krugg will see if he can help, yes?"
Brennan watched as the Ogryn hefted the frog from his shoulder and seemed to consult it, and as the process unfolded, the lawman's expression shifted from pleasantly benign to quite concerned. Eventually, he just sort of rolled his eyes, because obviously this is how Ogryn engaged in decision-making or something...
"Right, that's great to hear, big fellah," Brennan replied after a short pause and then looked about, scowling at the local citizenry before he leaned in towards Krugg. "I'll tell you 'bout it, but now here. Follow me."
The shady lawman stuffed his hands into his pockets and trod off down one of the side alleys and into the shadows where there'd be enough room for Krugg, but not much else. The paths twisted and turned, and after a brief, brisk walk, James reached a large double-wide sliding door made of thick metal that seemed to lead into a warehouse or some similar structure.
He raised a fist and banged against it three times. "Open up. It's me!"
Brennan hands returned to his pockets, clicked his tongue and looked up at Krugg. "Ain't a job just the two of us can handle, so you'll be meetin' the rest of my crew -- If they open the damn door!"
He turned and kicked the door angrily, which prompted a large throwbolt or similar to be undone and then the doors slid open with a beleaguered groan.
"Frakkin' finally!" the lawman grumbled as he pushed inside.
It may have appeared to be a warehouse from the outside, but within the thick walls and behind tinted or taped-off windows lay some sort of investigative headquarters, albeit a fairly shoddy one.
An armory of sorts, a handful of battered trucks and delivery vehicles, and even a large array of cogitators manned by what appeared to be a bargain-bin tech priest made up the assets at their disposal. Before getting too far, James turned to Krugg, then held out one hand and started gesturing to people.
"The cog-head over there is H8TR, thinks he's clever, but he's not. Good enough to process our info, though. That there is Melina, some alley-rat I picked up a couple years back who has an uncanny ability to break any lock -- also handy with a knife.
"To your left there is Brax, ex-enforcer from a neighboring district who got kicked out for... we'll not go there, but his mean streak makes him useful for intimidation and he's handy in a fight. Lastly, over there trying to look aloof but failing is Dmetri. When he's not drunk off his ass and schmoozing women, he's actually a decent investigator and handy with a pistol."
Brennan stuffed his hand back into his pocket. "You know me already, sort of, James Brennan, chief investigator for Baron Johanas III. Been at it longer than I care, and will probably be at it for a lot longer, too, so long as these idiots don't get me killed."
"Everyone!" James shouted to redraw the gang's attention. "This here is uh, Krugg? He's an ogryn, and offered to help us out."
The only one among them that seemed particularly interested was Melina, and her interest seemed to derive from the gargantuan size of the abhuman. Either way, the ragtag group at least made basic acknowledgments in his direction, whether waves, nods, or even outright vocal greetings.
Krugg looked over the assembled crew, and well, he'd worked with less. Alot less actually, and certainly alot worse. If there was any disappointment, it had either missed the Ogryn entirely, or he simply didn't care. Despite his rough exterior, Krugg had a reasonable set of eyes on him, he'd had to in order to survive this long against monsters and the worst the imperium had to throw at him. "Is good to meet all of you! Krugg Ironjaw is my name, yes?" He grinned and nodded at each of them in turn.
The abhuman was about to turn back to the lawman, when he seemed to catch sight of something, and turned back to the young woman eyeing him up. "Hm. You are looking at me like you have not seen an Ogryn before. Do not worry. Whatever job is, I am strongest. Will get it done no problem!"
Melina puffed up a bit, as if trying to make herself appear larger, when Krugg addressed her curiosity. "I 'ave, just 'ave trouble with faces 'n all. Wanna make make sure I don't accidentally cut ya."
Brennan promptly placed himself between the two, even if there was nothing to worry about. "Don't worry about her, she'll have your back. Anyway! Gather around so I can go over this one more time for the new guy."
He clapped his hands a few times to get everyone's attention and slowly, but surely, they did as instructed, and made their way towards the center where Brennan was herding them. Once they were ready, he banged his fist against a holo-projector a few times, but nothing happened. After a string of grumbling and fumbling, H8TR stepped in to sort it out and the display came to life.
James cleared his throat. "Alright, so, normally our little slice of heaven is under control, but if things like this didn't pop up from time-to-time we'd not have a job, eh? Anyway, the short of it is some gang of freaks has moved in on our territory, and they've set up shop. Normally, that's not a big deal, but they've brought some rejects with big, nasty ideas with them."
He poked and prodded the display a bit until it shifted and projected an image of some sort of large, grotesque creature. "Yeah, those of you that know a thing or two might know gene-splicing when you see it. These degenerates have been scraping together Emperor-knows-what and creating these things, then they put them in an arena and let them fight. Sounds fun, right? Not for the locals. These things have had a habit of getting out."
With a little more fiddling, Brennan got the projector to show a local map of the sector with a particular area conveniently in red. "They're down here, and they're not keen on visitors that aren't as messed up as them, so maybe Melina could get in but, but not the rest of us."
"Oi!" Melina seemed a bit offended at the remark, but settled down right away after she had a second to think about it.
"Personally, I'd prefer to have more guns on hand to tackle this little problem, but the Baron ain't keen on helping us, because he likes to tell me that if I did my job proper this wouldn't be happening. Well, piss-on-that, because his highy-and-mightiness wouldn't know a thing about what goes on down here if I didn't tell him, and even then he doesn't listen."
He sort of slapped his hands against his hips. "So, that leaves us. Get your kits, stop drinking, and prepare to move out in fifteen. If you have questions, I probably don't have answers, but feel free anyway, not like I have anything better to do!"
Demtri grumbled about not being able to drink anymore, but most of the other shuffled off, with the exception of Melina, who started inquiring about when they were going to get paid, but Brennan shooed her away with promises of 'after the job, as usual'.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I am getting too old for this..."
Brennan's Crew James Brennan -- Chief investigator for Baron Johanas III H8TR -- Probably not his real name; tech specialist Melina -- Handy with a knife, picks locks; probably part feral Brax -- Ex-enforcer with a real mean streak, definitely more brawn than brains Demtri -- Has-been investigator, 24% body weight is alcohol, good with a pistol Krugg Ironjaw -- He's Krugg
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