09-28-2014, 11:15 PM
1. 2. 3. 5. 7. 11. 13. Harry started listing off prime numbers in his head, getting a handle back on his instincts. Winter Knight or not, wading deeper into the dump that the orgosynth had made its layer in was a good way to get killed. Despite Omni's reassurances to the contrary, he wasn't too confident in his ability to bounce back from that one. Anyway, it might not kill him. If the state of that man and the word from the merc was evidence, the orgosynths didn't seem to kill so much as steal. Harry didn't like the idea of turning a parasite-crazed Winter Knight wizard loose on Coruscant. He ducked back through the hole in the fence and circled around, making notes about the layout.
A high octagonal fence surrounded the rather large dumping ground for all manner of broken and neglected weaponry and military paraphernalia. Where the massive stacks of shattered hardware lowered, Harry could see what looked like rough structures made of scrap metal. Housing, possibly? There wasn't an easy method of access; the hole he'd put in the fence was the best thing. Close inspection revealed scorch marks on the ground and solder on the chain links. Most of these were paired with bloodstains on the concrete and, in one case, a corpse that was the source of at least some of the horrid smell.
The wizard walked to the nearest building; a burned-out husk of an office building that had a locked door but no whole windows to speak of. He walked up the stairs to the second floor and used his new vantage point to watch the dump. It was pretty dead; most of the activity probably went on in what he could now see were a series of interconnected scrap-metal buildings. Just when he was about to write off the orgosynth colony as territorial but not outwardly hostile, someone left the complex. They ran pretty damned fast, jumping the fence like it was nothing and taking off down towards the elevator.
"What the...?" Harry didn't have much time to question it. Those things were dangerous, and one had just hared off into Tier 7, where nobody really cared what happened to other people. Harry rushed down the stairs and out the building, running hard and barely keeping the runner in sight, much less catching it.
And, of course, as they wound through the streets towards the elevator, the doors dinged and started to open. "Hell's bells!"
A high octagonal fence surrounded the rather large dumping ground for all manner of broken and neglected weaponry and military paraphernalia. Where the massive stacks of shattered hardware lowered, Harry could see what looked like rough structures made of scrap metal. Housing, possibly? There wasn't an easy method of access; the hole he'd put in the fence was the best thing. Close inspection revealed scorch marks on the ground and solder on the chain links. Most of these were paired with bloodstains on the concrete and, in one case, a corpse that was the source of at least some of the horrid smell.
The wizard walked to the nearest building; a burned-out husk of an office building that had a locked door but no whole windows to speak of. He walked up the stairs to the second floor and used his new vantage point to watch the dump. It was pretty dead; most of the activity probably went on in what he could now see were a series of interconnected scrap-metal buildings. Just when he was about to write off the orgosynth colony as territorial but not outwardly hostile, someone left the complex. They ran pretty damned fast, jumping the fence like it was nothing and taking off down towards the elevator.
"What the...?" Harry didn't have much time to question it. Those things were dangerous, and one had just hared off into Tier 7, where nobody really cared what happened to other people. Harry rushed down the stairs and out the building, running hard and barely keeping the runner in sight, much less catching it.
And, of course, as they wound through the streets towards the elevator, the doors dinged and started to open. "Hell's bells!"
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