Oh, hell yeah. Fresh out of jail—ah, hold on a moment. Alright, it's probation, but who honestly gives a shit? Rykerr's still out. No more shitty prison food, no more cramped cell, and—thank the Gods—no more obnoxiously attentive officials watching his every move. He prefers it out here anyhow. The chaos, the thrills, the risk, and—shit, he just loves the gamble.
So, now he's a 'free' man walking the streets of Mare Marginis. The first thing that ends up greeting him isn't the casino—unfortunately—but rather a pasty-faced kid. The urchin shoves a piece of paper into his palm before vanishing into the crowd. Rykerr squints at it, eyebrows furrowing at the hastily scribbled request.
"...The fuck?"
Of course he reads it. Raiding an AI base? His eyes scan through the rest of the text: a small group promising heaps of cash (number suspiciously left blank), looking for a mech pilot for what looks like a damn suicide mission. It's crazy, it's (obviously) suicidal, it's...
Tomorrow? Shit, they really are desperate. Fuck it, why not? After all, he has Lady Luck at his side.
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Fast forward to the rendezvous point: an old, beaten down bar at the edge of the city. Thinking back to yesterday, maybe he should've kept that piece of paper, since he doesn't remember the name of the requester on the flyer at all.
(or maybe the ink was just smudged. yeah, he'll go with that.)
But there's no time for the past when Rykerr walks into the bar and there's literally only one person inside (other than the bartender). Is this luck? Maybe. Is this cliche? Holy shit, yeah, it is.
What was that about a group of pilots, anyway?
Rykerr plops himself down in the seat across from tú, the bartender not even sparing the two of them a glance. Wonderful. Maybe she's in on it too?
"Soooo," he drawls, tapping his fingers on the wooden table, "are you the one who misspelled suicide on the flyer, or was that someone else in your group? You do have a group, right?"
Not the best introduction, asshole. What if you, Rykerr, are the one with bad reading comprehension instead?
<!–– As this is their first meeting Rykerr is unaware of tú's name. Also he kinda forgot it in the first place. Oh and, that urchin from the start isn't relevant to the actual mission. ––>
