I had my sight on the Pdw 57. Medieval on Friday now when I found out about the sale.
This gun skin had me second guessing myself on the value of buying mythic priced fast shooting guns vs. A building up skills first.
Right now I’m testing out the Pdw 57 white skin to see if it’s worth spending 6.99 and 360 I believe cod coins that come with the gun skin. Limited time offer and all that shit.
I’ve been trying to find a proper written review on the medieval skin and the overall performance. I got nothing buy reddit posts and small bits of video montage shit on the skin and gun in general.
Here’s my thoughts as I’m testing out the white skin I got from winning a tournament match a couple of hours ago.
I use the pdw 57 white skin for run and gun matches in domination, Frontline and team death matches with varying results of success and annoyance.
My complete set up:
Primary: pdw 57 white skin with additions.
secondary: MW11 pistol white skin legendary additions.
The good.
Put a red scope on and your good to go. Shoots fast close range. If I can get a good groove going then I’m going terminator mode. Head shots. Smooth transition reload fast movements. Easy to use and handle.
I can switch to my MW11 easy. The MW11 is my top favorite weapon in the game. Very fun and satisfying to use especially with a primary good weapon and good groove going.
The bad.
I keep running out of bullets in matches where some times and I find it less enjoyable at times figuring out the right strategy to go with when my distance is off or the enemy just out guns me with a better assault rifle or sniper rifle.
I find myself just switching back to the MW11 most times or getting frustrated trying to discern if the pdw 57 is worth it. It’s a hit and miss on the fun gun factor. I like to be aggressive and figure out where the enemy will be before they get there. The most effective weapon that is my go to in all is a trip mine and good strategy. The pdw 57 is just a piece of a strategy at best.
No Final verdict still in the process. Overall impression is the weapon is alright. I don’t love the gun. I like the MW11 better or the spear in combination.
I probably won’t get the medievil skin simple because in general the skin that impressive to me. I like the white skin edition better and the weapon isn’t that impressive to me in power and feel.
Beau felt weird. Like the earth shifted and then everything was different as he followed Rider down the street. He didn’t know why something wasn’t right. Everything felt off. He frowned as he tried to remember when he had left the hospital and why. They had been in a rush for some reason. He stopped and stared at himself in the glass window of a building and the rifle carrying case that was behind his back.
“Stop fucking around. We have to move. It’s getting late. We have to get to the store before long and be careful with the rifle.” Rider said interrupting Beau’s thoughts.
Beau ignored Rider as he stared at the image of his mired face in the city street window. He didn’t recognise the image staring back at him as his own face.
Beau’s skin was a tanned navy blue color. His hair was gone but strangely for his eye brows that were black now. His eyes were still a dark chest nut brown and his lips and rest of his face were the same but he was changed completely.
The more he stared at his image the more he wanted to hide it. He was disgusted by it and then suddenly he was faceless. His eyes, nose and lips gone as a faceless mask spread over his face. He was a monster.
Beau screamed falling to the ground holding his face. Trying to find his lips and nose again.
Rider grabbed his shirt collar pulling him to his feet. “Get it together we got trouble around us. I said get it together asshole. You want to find that girl of yours don’t you. Focus on the mission and block every else out of your mind. Stop being a bitch and get it together, soldier!” He said.
Rider’s words snapped Beau out of it as he focused on his task. “Yes. Yes.” He gentle pushed Rider away and started breathing in and out until he felt in control.
“What do we have here boys?” A male voice said.
They turned as they suddenly found themselves surrounded my a gang people spiky white hair blue men in dressed in jerseys and shorts and carrying metal bats. They all moved as one trying to crowd in one Beau and Rider.
“Nice rifle case. We’ll be taken the case and whatever else you got on you.” Another man said.
Rider put his back close to Beau’s back. They were being surrounded by a group of men. Rider blasted them with a round of lighting. That only pushed them down to the ground.
The men started laughing as they rose up to their feet and their bodies began to change and morph to blue sliver-back large ape sized all blue and with bulging muscles.
Rider’s body lite up with electricity and then went out..”Shit out of energy. We’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.” He said.
“Take out the faceless freak, first.” One of the ape men said.
Beau was the smallest of the group with no weapon in hand but his hands. He looked down at his hands as he felt his hands they felt smooth and tapped them together. They clicked like metal clicking together. Hmm.
One of Ape men charged at Beau from the right. Beau swung at him connecting with his jaw. Beau heard a crunching sound and the ape man fell back holding his bleeding jaw and crying out.
“Fucking freak!” The ape man screamed.
One of the men pulled out a Glock 17 and fired at him. Beau threw up his hands. The bullet hit his head. His head snapped back as it felt like jab punch against a mental headgear protection. It made Beau realise that it was some type of layer of protection for his face under it. He saw the glock on the ground move as he stared at it.
Beau held out his hand and the glock and it flew into his hand and he held it up aiming it at the group. “Get the fuck on or stay and die.” He said.
The ape men were already turning around and started running away fast in a panic.
Beau checked the pistol’s magazine. It had seven rounds left. “Damn. I’m going to need more ammunition.” He said and blinked as felt the mask retract back from his face and he could see and touch his face again. “Fuck. This shit is weird.” He said.
Rider fell to his knee and looked shaky. “We have to find a place to rest for the night. I’m out of energy and I’m about to crash out soon enough.” He said.
Beau nodded looking at Rider’s shaky form. Rider was breathing heavy and his eyelids were half closed as he fought to keep on his feet. “How long have you gone without eating food or drinking?” He asked.
Rider gave him a shaky smile shaking his head to clear it of the dizzy look on his face. “Twelve hours. Maggie made me breakfast in bed for my birthday before everything went to hell. My brother showed up at our apartment to surprise me. I thought it was going to be a great day. I never realise how many great days I had before…” Ridder said and then paused for a few seconds with a sad smile on his face and then he shook his head and grimaced. “Maggie was my wife.” He said.
Beau said nothing and helped Rider to his feet. He looked around and recognised the area. “Yeah. There’s a restaurant and convenient store in this area. We can hold out the night in the store and stake up on supplies.” He said.
Rider nodded putting his arm on Beau’s shoulder. Beau handled his weight easy and half carried him to the store. It was broken into but the shelves weren’t completely empty as they head into the back of the store.
Beau kicked the back door open and carried Rider inside. Rider was half asleep when Beau put him down. He looked around the store found some canned corn and beans. He opened one can up pulling back the metal easily and downing the corn down his throat.
He found a backpack in the back and started gathering supplies and headed to the back to find Rider still sleeping. He snored softly.
That strange weird feeling followed Beau into his sleep. He dreamed of a beautiful young girl staring at him with tears flowing down her cheeks. He wondered who she was and then remembered he had met her at the hospital just before Rider had come to take him away for the mission.
Beau frowned and tried to remember when he had left the hospital or when he had met the doctor. His memory was out of focus. Something was wrong. He stared at the girl’s face as she began to become afraid of something she saw.
“Wake up! Mr. Lucas. You have to get up now to see what happens. In the dream. Wake up!” The girl ordered him.
Beau woke up the next morning next to Rider who wasn’t snoring anymore. Rider was motionless. No. He wasn’t breathing.
Beau frowned and slowly turned Rider over on the floor. Rider’s face was ash grey and his eyes open and pure black. He stared at him and then felt something attach itself to the back of his neck and immediately started feeling his energy being pulled out of him as female laughter was behind him.
He gasped and fought a fruitless battle as his he felt his energy being drained out of him until it was all but gone…..…
They had travelled for four hours in quiet whispering debate on heading to Doctor E or heading straight for the gang holding the women. Beau had won by insisting they needed help and some men at the hospital might be able to help them in the fight.
Beau walked with Rider as they scouted the city streets amongst the looters and assholes that ran around fucking with women and children that were still alive or alone.
A large blue chested man carrying a naked girl screaming ran almost past them with no care on his face. He ignored them but Rider stepped in his way and punched the man in the throat. The man gagged almost dropping the girl but Beau caught her. She yelled and smacked his chest and face fighting Beau now.
“Get your fucking hands off me. Get off me monster! GET OFF ME!” She yelled.
She screamed and stopped attacking him as her hands hurt from striking him. She then took off running.
Rider kicked the man in the crutch sending him down to the ground and glared at him as the man stared up at him in fear. Rider’s eyes sparked with blue lightning.
“What the fucks your deal? It’s the end of world asshole. Who-” He said or started to say but Rider suddenly smiled down at him making him go silent.
“Wrong asshole. This isn’t the end of the fucking world. It’s just another day in New York City. Get the fuck over yourself because if you live past tomorrow you’ll have to answer to somebody for your bullshit or you can pay right now.” Rider said with hint of something intentional in his voice.
“Fuck you. I’m going home.” The man said and took off running.
“I see you in the street again. I’ll fuck you up asshole.” Rider yelled after him.
Beau stared at him. The man was just as crazy as the freak that had taken the girl away. He didn’t say though.
Rider sighed. “I know what your thinking Beau and your right. I am crazy.” He said.
Beau looked up at the blue sky and sparks of lightning that seemed to flash at bolts of red lightning and knew that the world he had grown up was gone forever. “What kind of world is this place?” He asked.
Rider turned to Beau with normal dark eyes. “Your going to need some clothes and a wet bath. There’s a makeshift hospital down the block. Doc E will give you some clothes. She’ll need some help. I’ll meet you down there in a couple of hours. I need to have a look around the city to see if anyone needs help. Go to the hospital and find out fit and any man with hunting or military experience or hell anyone would be willing to help us. Do your best.” He said before bending down into a crutch.
Beau backed away as red and white lightning gathered around Rider’s legs. A rumbling started in the ground beneigh his feet and sound thunder was heard. Rider roared in rage and then launched himself up high like a rocket taking off from earth until he was over the city hovering for a few seconds and the he took off transforming into a beam of electrical energy and raw power.
Beau stared in shock. “Holy shit.” He said and then heard a gun going off nearby and feet running. He cursed and hurried off in the to the hospital at a run.
He ran fighting the pain that spiked up his legs with every step but he kept going putting the pain out of his mind as he concentrated on the place that was just up ahead of him. It was strange though he felt like he was moving fast until he finally arrived at the guarded entrance of the hospital. Two tall men with shot guns and knives met him.
Beau came to a dead stop and made them jump back in alarm. He held up his hands as they raised their weapons with looks of fear on their faces.
“Hello. I’m a friend of Rider. He told me the way to get here. I was wondering if I could see Doctor E please.” Beau said.
The hospital was a chaotic place with people on makeshit beds and varying people with mutated bodies. A woman with short black hair and a lab jacket on was moving around beds looking at patients talking with them and then treating who she could. Occasionally her eyes glowed. Her gaze fell on Beau. She went over to him frowning stopping once to bend down at a box picked out a green hoodie.
She got to him throwing it to him as her eyes glowed brightly and her eyes scanned his body. “Your stabilised for the most part. Tonight you’ll need a wheel chair but for now I need you to help out around the hospital until Rider gets back for something for you to do.”
“Excuse me but who the hell are you?” Beau asked.
“Eva but you can call me Doctor E. Who are you?”
“Beau Lucas. Are you a real doctor?”
Doctor E frowned at him. “Yes. I work at John Hopkins. I was on vacation when the alien dropped down on us. Please. I know your going through some issues right but there are people dying around us and they need your help. Listen your body is stable right now. There’s nothing more I can do to help you. I could use your help though with-“
“Nothing to do to help me? I can’t even feel my legs for Christ’s sake. I’m not staying like this. You have to help me.” Beau said.
E stared at him. “Yes you are. Your body has been graphed with a bone sample of the alien into your spine. You are changed forever and the legs that you have right now are a product of your brain and energy making prosthetic legs. Your legs are gone. In time you will learn how to make better legs or make due with your condition but it won’t be the same. You can spend the next couple of years drowning in fear and self-pity but Rider and many others are worse off then you are. His heart will explode and he will die before he turns fifty years or with in the next year. You. You will live several more decades then me. My condition will worsen and I will have a brain bleed before I turn forty four if I can’t change my situation. I have a sixty-six possible success rate of doing so. Is that all you need to know?”
Beau stared at her knowing she wasn’t lying spinning him a story. “How do you know all that? Can you see the future?” He asked cautiously.
E shook her head. “Of course not. It’s not magic it’s a mutation brought on by the alien’s radiation. I can scan your body and make an analysis on what will happen to you as your mutation increases over time and I’m never wrong. Go sit with that little girl over there and make sure she doesn’t open her eyes or take off her sunglasses while I treat her mother.” She said turning in the direction of the girl that lay on the makeshift bed trying to take off her sunglasses.
A while back I published some stories on the platform in hopes of growing a audience of readership but that idea went to shit.
I got some likes and follows but overall the platform was a waste of potential and Amazon had no idea what the hell they were doing.
The app sucked and interface was nowhere better the competition so now in December of 2024 in to the new year amazon is putting it to sleep with a 45. Magnum.
I’m bringing the stories over here and doing some rewrites a little and adding on value.
Blue Technomancer is the first up to bat.
Beau Lucas had it all. The charm, the looks, the mind, the hot girl and the skills of a true sniper elite in the special forces. All that went to shit in a single blazing hellish day when a giant flaming monster dropped down on him on the day of his proposal and changed his life and destiny forever. He awoke to the dawn of a new day in human history in a broken body mired in blood, steel and strange new elemental powers. The story takes place during the timeliness of Blue Jumper.
Beau’s legs hurt but he was happy to have them and be able to walk in spite of the pain. Oh yeah. There was a sum bitch lot of pain.
The city looked like it had gone through a time warp several decades into a post apocalypse era.
“What the fuck happened?” Beau asked to no.
“Near as I can tell from running around as much as I have for the last few hours some fucking alien appeared over the city and then fell down on top of us. Buildings were flattened.. people died. People set on fire and building burned down in minutes. We’re cut off from the rest of the world by the government. No one in or out for twenty-four hours.” Rider said. “Might be longer but the bitch caused a change in a few of us turning us or killing us out right from the gas and energy it gave out into the atmosphere.” Rider said.
“The atmosphere. Are you saying-” Beau said in and then paused as the truth hit him.
“Yeah.” Rider said. “The city may be cut off but the energy and gas spread outward fast. It’s gone pandemic. We’re all fucked in different ways.”
Beau shook his head. “My Jackie wasn’t effected. She was still normal when I last saw her.” He said.
“Beau.” Rider said and turned to him. “There is no normal. Some of us are different outwardly everybody else breathed in the same fucking shit that dead alien put out into the fucking air. Every person in the city have the most extreme cases because we’re still breathing in the major impact.” He said
Beau shook his head. “How long until they let us out?” He said.
Rider shrugged. “They say around Monday. They’re waiting us out.” He said.
Beau stared at him. “What the fuck do you mean waiting, us out?” He said.
Rider smiled. “Starvation or for the idiots with the worst hit to kill each other off. It’s understandable from what I’ve seen so far. Let’s go.” He said.
Beau frowned at him but he followed. “Where are we heading?” He said.
“I’ve been hearing whispers of some new gang that’s taken a bunch of pretty females, resources and weapons. They are holed up down town in the main square. You’re going to help me break em out.” He said.
“For what reason?” Beau asked
“Stopping assholes from raping women to death is a good enough reason for me. If we don’t find your girl on the way there then there might be a possibility she could be there. I thought you would more inclined to talk less and get the fuck on.” Rider said.
Beau shook his head Rider but followed. “I don’t get you. Do you really think your a some type comic book hero or something?” He said.
Rider shook his head at him. “I told you why I’m doing this, Beau. I don’t have much time left so I’ll do what I want with my life and live it how I choose. It’s my bucket list.” Rider said.
“How do you know your dying?” Beau asked.
Rider was quiet a few minutes. “A doctor that was changed checked me out. She gave me a few days or year at best on her first look at me. She gave me some tips on how to use my powers and hints about my limits.. Besides that I’m in consent pain every moment with a bit of release when I run out of power and can think beyond the pain. Just like your pain right now trying to maintain your legs.” He said.
Beau was quiet for a few minutes. He thought about Rider’s words. Maybe, just maybe. He began to give himself a little hope that he had a chance for fixing whatever the hell had happened to him. If he could live long enough there could be a solution that had happened to him.
“I want to see this Doctor. I want to get checked out.” Beau said.
Rider sighed. “It’s a waste of…shit. We got trouble.” He said charging his hands with lightning and firing off power a group of humans running at them with shovels and knives.
He took down a few of them but the others kept coming and started firing guns at them. They took off running away as the group pursued them for a few blocks but then gave up as both men out raced them.
Beau Lucas never had been a man to give much thought about an after life or hell though he had been known to wish a couple of sum-a-bitches there from time to time in his life and profession. Now as he lay speared through the chest by a blue metal spear and covered in dirt, blood, a strange blue liquid flowing out of him he thought otherwise. This was his hell. Every time he opened his eyes regained his sanity for moment he woke up to the sorry state of his existence.
Pain.
Misery.
Loneliness.
He never felt any of that shit in his life time but now here in a cave of burning blue hell fire and rubble around him. He felt it. What the hell had he done so bad for the almighty to put him here.
Just two hours previously before his death when the meteor or whatever thing struck the building breaking through into the expansive restaurant he had brought his girl to propose to her. His mind went back to that time. When life had been normal. Things went the expected way for him which was right on the money good. Jackie knew he was going to propose the moment he reached for the box in his suit jacket. The whole setup was just for show and romance. It was the dream proposal she had wanted and Beau had always been ready to give her whatever she wanted. Things were supposed to go how they usually did with them perfect. Things changed quick in an instant.
One moment he was on his knee the next moment he was on the ground speared through the back. He begged her to go and wondered why in the hell he was still alive. He couldn’t feel anything below his chest and spear and got him clean through his spine.
She finally ran leaving him to die alone. He thought of the years he spent growing up with her back in Texas. He thought about his home town of Fort Worth. He thought of his family that would be morning his death now.
“It’s not fair. Why am I in hell?” Beau spoke the question to himself aloud.
“This ain’t hell and you’re not dead.” A man answered for him.
Beau lifted his head and gaze to look at a man bare chested glowing with electricity and a blue fire bend down on one knee and staring at him. He shook his head. “I look fucked up I know. But, I’m in the same boat as you are soldier.” He said with no humor or pity in his voice.
Beau stared at him. “What happened?” He said.
The man shrugged. “Near as I can tell some damn alien fell on the city killing over a hundred people and changing the rest of us. I lost my brother and wife. I’m helping who I can until whatever that bitch demon did to me kills me eventually.” He said.
I laughed at him. “What? You got a hero complex or something? We’re all fucked with what your saying is true. What’s the use?”
He shrugged again unmoved by my words. “I promised my brother I would help the ones living if I can and I’m not the only one helping. There’s a lot of orphans out there now. You want to stay here and die of self-pity I don’t care but we could use some help. What do you do?” He said.
“Nothing. I am nothing now and I can’t do anything. Go away. I would rather die then live through what has happened to me.” Beau said.
He reached for spear and yanked it out of Beau’s back. “Get up.”
Beau stared at him. “Fuck you asshole. I can’t even feel my legs.” He said.
“I said get up soldier. There’s a war still going on and I need men to help me. Get up.” The man said.
“Fuck you.” Beau said.
The man stared at him. “Coward.”
Beau felt rage spark him to push himself to his feet. Pain shot through his body but he used his training to block it out and push himself up and to stand. He swung his fist and punched the other man’s mouth making him bleed blue blood.
The man smiled. “I saw you making new legs as I walked in with the metal and pieces of the spear. The pain will lessen enough for you to use your powers. Your going to help me save as much of them as I can.”
“I ain’t helping you do shit.” Beau snarled.
“Yes you will. We’re soldiers. It’s what we do. Besides that. We’re on a short time table before whatever the alien did to us kills us. It’s better to do something useful then to sit around being useless while other people that can live die needlessly from the damage done or by some asshole trying to take advantage of the situation. Let’s go.” The man said in a tone and voice of authority.
Beau frowned wondering at his words then thought of Jackie and the kind of break down situation this brought out to the monsters that had to hide.. If she was alive during this then day of hell then…fuck it. He needed to find her before some asshole killed or raped her. He had to find her.
“Let’s go Soldier.” The man said.
“Hey. Who the hell are you?” Beau asked.
“You can call me Rider. What’s yours?” Rider said.
I’ve been gaming for a long time sense the NES days of old to current modern mobile gen era. Every gamer has his or her own game their down with. They hit the world stage and their the top doggs of the world.
Call of duty mobile is my current flavor of mastery.
I haven’t been playing it that long really. But, I hit top ranking in weekend tournaments and I’ve top Dogg number more then once. I’m man that’s about that life and I’ve been playing for a four months if that.
Hitting legendary status was a top goal on my first season to see if it would keep interested. Now I’m in my second season of play starting from scratch but still going. Currently I am grandmaster 3rd grade level looking to hit legendary and finished a match in a tournament today in 1st place. Anyway here is my tips.
Perfect practice. Like with writing or doing anything to achieve a level of mastery requires perfect practice. What I mean is practicing to do what you want to do when you want to do it. What your aimming at should be what you want to shoot. Timing your shots and execution are important.
Aim for chest or feet. Personally though I prefer to aim for chest or head.
Learn the map. You should gain an idea for where you are going to spawn in and where the other team will if you practice enough.
load out. You should have a load out for every type of map or type of battle you get dropped into.
Team work. If you can’t lead the charge you better back up your team mate to get the extra point and keep as many people alive as possible.
Look around. Know where you enemy is,
Get down. Stop going out into a open space to get shot up.
Search and destory: Sniper and Melee (Ninja)
S & D is a slow game of strategy and knowing how the other guy is going to think. You need to know the map, know your enemy and have a strategy. Every move you make matters.
Front line: assault rifle and pistol or melee (Rambo)
I’m going in and I’m going to dominate. I’m coming to rain bullets and I’m calling in air support.
Everything else: SMG and Spear (Death from Above)
I like this load out because it fits with my style. I like speed and in your face action. I like coming up on a enemy as he’s distracted by shooting my team mate. I get to protect my team mate and dropping down on an enemy as he freezes in place and screams over his headset as I spear his character is fun.
Special mention: YouTube videos on sniping and settings.
Conclusion: I enjoy the creative ways people execute a plan and I also like spearing teenagers in a match when they’ve all surrounded me and I go death from above on all of them.
It was a small crowd of personal relations come to the Potter ranch in memory of the beloved friend, son and father. Emily Potter sat with her mother Mara Potter outside as they gathered together to burn a candle in a special bondfire for James. A seat was set beside her that was empty. It was for her brother but he did not bother to show up because he was busy working in the library working.
James’ staff and peacemaker were set in front of the fire as Neville Longbottom set the flame. The items had arrived suddenly on their ranch two days ago. The last hope they had of seeing James again was lost.
Mara Potter didn’t cry or look sad. She sat quietly angry. Emily was with her to help through the situation and do anything to dangerous.
Ava Potter along with Angus were missing as well for their own reasons. Unknown to anyone but maybe for Neville.
Neville was dressed like everyone their on black robes. He cleared his throat. “James Potter. He was noble friend and loyal companion. He will be missed and his memory never forgotten.” He said and went silent.
It was hard for him along with everyone. Mara nodded. “That’s good. Everyone can go now.” She said before disappearing.
Emily got up. Neville nodded to her. “Go. I’ll handle it.” He said.
Emily went into a apparition and was in the library in Hawks Landing. Mara was standing next to Silver who was standing with his hand to her writing on the board. Emily sighed and walked over.
“What are you working on?” She asked.
Silver turned looking at her. “One of Dad’s problems he was trying to figure out.” He said.
“Magical signature.” She said in surprise.
Silver nodded. “I had a brake through this morning when I woke. I was able to see and feel the magical signature on Dad’s staff. If I can-” He said but stopped when Mara yelled.
He stared at her. Mara glared back at him. “You are not going to use that to hunt down your father’s killers.” She said.
“Dad isn’t dead and dad told us him going missing like this could happen. If and when it did. He told us not to come hunting for him. Magical signature has more usefulness beyond hunting criminals.” He said.
Emily knew he was lying and so did Mara. She stared at James.
“Your grandparents have a much better chance to get your father’s killers.Your father did not want either you or your sister to hunt down anyone that could get to him. Promise me you will not hunt after your father’s killers or I will be locked out of thr library and any resources here.” She said.
Silver stared at her. “You Don’t have the power to do that.”
“I do. I’m still stronger then you and I will have your father’s friends keep you our if you don’t promise me here and now then I will sure you how powerful I am. Sware it to me now.” Mara said speaking a spell as she stared at him.
Emily froze and knew their mother had steppes over the line. Silver stared at her. “I promise you that I will have no personal involvement or will pursue hunting down the people that took my father.” He said.
The spell was cast. Emily looked as Silver rolled up his sleeve a mark was on his skin. He looked up at Mara. She stared at him.
Silver studied her. “The pack is done. If I break it I’m assuming I will lose my ability to work in the library.” He said.
Mara nodded looking pale. “Yes and your magical ability. Keep your word and I won’t ask anything more of you.” She said.
Silver nodded studying her. “That is correct mother. You will have no say or opinion about my life or my choices from now on.” He said.
Mara nodded. “I agree. Will you come to dinner now?” She said.
Silver stared at her. “From now on I think it would best that you don’t come here when I am working. This is my place of work. I will be moving into the tower of the magi today. If your done please leave so I can finish the project my father left undone.” He said.
Mara sighed. “I can stay here and asist you like I did your father.” She said.
Silver shook his head. “You are upset about what happened to my dad. If you stay here you’ll only upset yourself and we would get into another argument. This is my place of work. I have a job to do and I would appreciate it if you respected that. When you want to work again please give me notice of the times you would like to work and I’ll change my schedule so we don’t but heads.” He said in cold emotionless voice.
Mara closed her eyes and took several breathes in and out before she opened her eyes. “Will you come to dinner? We won’t discuss anything regarding your work or life. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings but this is for your own good.” She said.
Silver stared at her calmly. “I will be down to pack up my stuff and we can have dinner. This is not about feelings. You did what you did. I accept it. I made you a promise and I will keep my word. I am an adult. However, I will not tolerate your disrespect in my work place. This is my world. In respect for my father. I am asking you to leave. I have work to do. The work that my father expected me to do whether he’s dead or alive. It’s the work that will help people and make the world better. You are interrupting my work for the sake of your selfish feelings.”
Mara was pale but she nodded her head with tears in her eyes and blinked them away. “Your right. Your right. I won’t come up here again.” She said and disappeared.
Emily was left with her brother. He looked at her. She held up her hands. “I’m not here to give you any shit.” She said.
He stared her. “I’m trying to finish Dad’s last project. I didn’t come to that funeral because we don’t have a body to bury and thinking about him being possibly dead is driving me crazy. I don’t want to talk about my feelings. I want to work.”
I let my hands fall down. “Show me what you’re working on. What’s the idea you had for using it besides finding dad.” She said trying to lift the mood lighter the last line but his closed off expression showed she had said the wrong thing.
“I promised mother I wouldn’t do that and I have to keep that promise or I’ll lose my magic and working in the one place that reminds me of dad the most.” He said showing her the cursed promise mark.
Emily stared at him. Silver stared at her. “You need to leave.” He said in a tired voice.
Emily flinched back. “I can help you. I worked with dad on the project I can help you.” She said.
Silver shook his head. “No you can’t. You won’t be able to focus. I have to finish this project. I got a lot of work I’ve been lagging behind on but once I’m done with this I can focus on my other work but I can’t do it with you here. I need to focus. You’ll only distract me. Please leave.” He said softly and turned back to his white board picking up his wand and started writing.
Emily stared at his stiff back and saw he was serious. “We’ll talk later.” She said left him alone.
James sighed and kept working. “I know your there. Do you think I’m crazy.” I asked.
A being in form of a beautiful lady appeared behind him and approuched him from behind. She hugged his neck.
“I think you are doing with his Majesty’s departure from our home.” She said.
“That’s not answering my question Lady H.” He said. “I still believe he’s alive. I don’t have any proof of it but I still believe. He’s survived so much and so many battles he has to be alive.”
“So you do have doubts. I know. Your mother was right in one regard. His Majesty didn’t want you to have a warrior’s life. He wanted you to have a happy life and enjoy making things that are helpful. He did warn us that that our enemies could come for him at time.” She said.
“I know. I just. I just want to know if he’s dead or not. But, I probably will never know now. So all I have now is to finish the last project Dad couldn’t finish. He was so happy I graduated and wanted to work with him on it. We were going to work together. That was my dream.” He said.
“He’s still here. This is his favorite place in the world.” Lady H said. “Focus on your work and leave the question of his Majesty to your grandfather to find out.”
James nodded as Lady H disappeared. “That’s what I’ll do. I’ll finish the work.” He said.
I stared into the mirror of the gas station bathroom at the image of the ignma on my left forearm. I held the burner blade up heated and charged up as I prepared to finally burn the damn thing off finally. It cost me a lot trouble and loss of friends and family. I had no one now because of it. I was a roin.
They called my kind ignma. A destination for a type of human that isn’t born with elemental powers like most everyone else in this world. I was born different. I saw things differently but mostly importantly. I grew up knowing I would have to make my own in the world. I wasn’t born to be ordinary. I was special. I didn’t have magic powers to fall back on.
I heard a knock at the door. “Hey. I got to take a shit. Hurry up in there.” A male voice called to me.
I sighed and shipped the blade in the protective sleeve and quickly put on my black shirt and jacket. I opened the door and evaded the man as I walked past him.
I looked at the cashier at the front. He gave me a look and nodded out side. “You got five minutes kid.” He said.
I nodded to him and walked toward the door. I walked over to a bike parked at filling station.
I saw Victor Adam in his ride chating with a model while his bodyguard a big solo agent with bands of fire element that wrapped around his arms as a show of his power and status as a highly powerful elemental. He looked up at me once.
“You looking to make trouble youngster. Think again.” He said sensing trouble from me but not sensing the real danger.
I leaned against the motorcycle like it was mean. “How did you become Solo?” I asked him.
The man stared at me. “You a runner.” He said.
I nodded. “Been a runner part time sense I was twelve. I’m sixteen now. I’ll be seventeen soon. My Pop sent me on the rite early. Is there anyway I can skip past becoming a Solo to be a fixer.” I asked.
“Your powerless.” He said and grinned shaking head at me. “You been working sense your twelve and haven’t advanced yet. You’ll never make it. Head to the out lands.” He said.
“So I have to become a Solo first. Alright. If that’s what I have to do. I’ll do it. I just don’t understand why the order of things can’t be changed.” I said.
The Solo frowned at me. “Your father never explained to you the ranking up of trust and talent?” He asked.
I frowned at him. “The ranking of Trust and talent? What is that? Is that the core to the underground system?” I asked.
“Yes. It’s about trust and talent. Runners are trusted with small jobs because they have little talent and haven’t built up their ranking of trust. Solo’s have built higher skill levels and power to do bigger jobs and get bigger pay. Fixers were trusted with connecting clients to underground agents or figuring out how to plan out a job to get it done in the first place. Though fixers aren’t needed now a days when we have the black market forum to get jobs. No need for a middle man and you don’t have any power so your stuck. I would advise you to the out lands be field hand or slave. Powerless have no room for advancing anywhere in society. Sorry.” He said.
“Thank you the information. You can keep your opinion about me to yourself or shove up your ass for all I care though.” I said.
The Solo blinked at me. “Oh really?!” He said in a dominant tone meant to make me back down but I nodded staring at him in the eyes.
“Yeah. I’m smarter, better and will be more richer then you’ll ever be. Before your hair turns grey Mr. Solo. You’ll be answering to me with the respect due a free king. You can believe that shit.” I said.
He laughed in my face but he froze and pointed a glowing hand of fire at me as I reached inside my jacket. “Don’t try me powerless.” He said.
I looked at him. “Was the information free?” I asked.
“You want to pay me for information I gave you?!” He said in confusion.
I nodded. “Yeah. The last thing I want is for you to think I owe you something when I take over the underground. What’s your account transfer number?” I said.
A slow wofish smile curved around his lips and he shook his head. “I forgot my manners. My account number is 3988b20 ebs. 20 ebs will do fine. Youngster.” He said.
I took out my detapad and looked down and started the transfer as Victor got out of his vehicle.
“What the fuck is the hold up?” Stop talking to this trash, pump my gas and so I get the fuck on to my place. I got Mindy for a few hours until I have to return her to the agency.” Victor said.
“The Transfer is done. Check your account.” I said looking and ignored Victor.
“Hey shit head.” Victor said.
The Solo nodded his head. “You good young blood. Better luck next time young blood. I know why came here. You’ll have to find another job.” He said.
I nodded. “Thanks for the information elder. Oh you better get your money from Mr. Adams quickly because his crediters are coming for his ass in twelve hours from now to take all his shit.” I said and walked away.
Victor laughed nervously but the Solo stared at me. “Oh. I see what this is. Your a runner looking to steal my ride. You little shit. Your dirty lies aren’t going to work on grown adults.” He said. His eyes glowed with elemental green energy of the earth dragon.
I shook my head. “Not really. I checked you out credit history and networth online Mr. Adams. Your a broke ass son of bitch that is in deep debt to loan sharks and running around town banging old models on cheap credit. I wanted to talk to your Solo bodyguard because he had information I needed. This was the only way I could get the attention of a vetern Solo to talk to me long enough to get information. Oh. Respectfully you should take down that job offer. It’s against black market forum rules to put up false job ads. You don’t have any ebs to pay anybody anything. You pay everything down with cheap low grade credit with no show of collateral but your failing family group business and the old classic piece of shit cruiser you own. Your better off selling your ride then trying to get somebody to destory it for the insurance money. Later asshole!” I said showing him my tongue and flipping him off with both fingers as I backed away.
“Mr. Adams. You owe us twenty-five hundred ebs.” A man said.
“Mr. Adams. We need you to sign over your cruiser to my company to pay your debt.” A man said.
Suddenly, men started converge on them. The model was taken out of the car. Victor looked at me. “You set me up!” He said.
I grinned at him. “They paid me more then we’re offering.” I said.
Victor attempted to attack me but the Solo grabbed him and jerked him back. “You’ve been light on my last two checks. I want my money now or I’ll destoy your ride and take the insurance money as payment. Give me my money you little shit.” He said.
The cashier stood outside smoking and nodded to me. “The money is in your account. Did you burn the mark?” He said.
I sighed.
He stared at me. “A deal is a deal. You gave your word. We pay and do what was agreed upon or you and word are worthless and we’ll make sure of that you’ll get work from anyone in this city.” He said.
I smiled and took off my jacket throwing it to the ground and then took off the knife and hit the button on the center. the electrified blade heated up instantly. I placed the blade on my skin where the mark was and pressed into my skin. I smelled burning skin for a few second until I finally dropped it.
The cashier threw my bottle of some type of liquid and I put it on my skin. The wound. A ugly scar was in place. I placed the bottle down and got out my detapad.
“You did the right thing kid. Your already a target being without any elemental powers no use in having a silly mark to make matters worse. You’ll receive a link to your job digital check in station. The company will do right by you if you be a good boy and do what your told. Oh you pay grade will have to go down to 50k. Sorry but your not worth the 80k ebs because of your ignma status.” He said.
I searched the forum until I found what I was looking for. “Your James Martin. Vice president of Credit industries? Aren’t you?” I said looking up at him.
He stared at me. “How the fuck did you know my name?” He asked me coldly.
I looked up at him smiling. “Do you know a Miss Hellen Baker?” I said.
James didn’t return my smile. I nodded. “Yeah. Miss Baker and her tribe came into some money the last time you two were together. She never forgot you or that night you showed your ass and went to far with her. Her family has got a big fat bounty on your head old man. It’s far bigger then 80k. I didn’t just contact you and your corporation for Mr. Adams. I was hoping that your old man would seen you in to to over see matters seeing how much he hated Mr. Adams. It’s funny how things work out isn’t it.” I said putting away my detapad.
James suddenly threw his cigarette into my face surprising me and drew a pistol from under his vest jacket. I lifted up my hand as he shot it. I felt the jolt from the shock waves at it hit my cyberpunk arm taking on two shots before I knocked him back drew my blaster and fired on his ass taking him down with two shots to the chest and sending him flying through the glass of the door. James lay on the floor of the convivence store bleeding and motionless. My ears were ringing. Someone took my pistol from my hand and put me down to the ground.
“Check my detapad. I’m a runner. He had a bounty on his head. I took the job.” I said. I couldn’t hear shit but someone grabbed my detapad and from me and then a second later I was let up to sit on the ground. The Solo smiled at me shaking his head. He showed me my profile on the black market forum. I looked at it and looked at my ranking.
Solo level 1
Well that was a start. Not where I was going to finish but it was a start to something.
I paid the twenty ebs fee to gain entrance into the public library so I could do I a quick research evaluation on my potential client. The client had had a sixteen runners to go for the job in the posting sense the moment I saw it this morning but so far no had been able to get the job done. Which I found remarkable. I was at a computer terminal doing an advanced search on Victor Adams and his networth. It wasn’t long before I was wondering how the hell was this dude even allowed to do a post on the forum.
This was growing problem a lot of young runners and Solos were having with the black market lately. To many losers posting shitty jobs with no background check from the operators of the forum to check if the client was trustworthy enough to pay up when the time came. A bust was what we called them. Assholes that wasted a runner’s time and energy on a job that was either illegal or the client thought they could get away without paying up to the runner or solo on delivering on the goods. Coporate executives were known for this shit and red flag to work for but paid big on a contract granting upward movement for a low grade runner toward the big checks in the solo ranking. It was still a mystery why though. Only those with Solo ranking knew and those old assholes were willing to share on trade secrets to young runners.
Victor Adams was a bust. He looked good on the surface. Corporate Executive from a long line of them from a family of one of the oldest corporations in the city but when you dug deeper that’s when the shine wore off and saw the shit.
He owned nothing. Well maybe not nothing. He owned one thing and it was the very one thing that someone wanted destroyed. I looked into the insurance on the thing and saw it was pretty high. It was a recent upgrade six months ago.
Hmm. It was clear who the hell the client was then. I just didn’t know if I would get any money from the situation. The answer wasn’t likely with a cooperate type doing business with the underground. It was a roll of the dice on whether or not they would pay you for your trouble or threaten you with time in the pin with a charge from the authorities.
I decided to go another route. I looked at the people he owed money to and the people trying to nail his down long enough to get the money. To much of a long list. I saw who had given the biggest I.O.U to and messaged them with offer that if I could find and trap him I wanted a hundred grand ebs. They gave me the waiting game but I decided to put in a few more pitches to people wanting to get money from this clown.
I got several offers and one dude that sent me a image of a nice rifle I could pick up now as finder’s fee. It was several hours later when I had a plan going that I finally got a summons from a corporate office for a meeting as I was on the go on a digital meeting.
I stared down at the image of old man in a expensive suit who looked not at all pleased to talk to me or be in a conversation with him. I got to the point right quick with him. “You pay me a hundred grand ebs and up grade my rank to Fixer then I’ll set up the moment for you to get Adams. If you’ve seen my track record I can get it done. Yes or no.” I said.
“I’ll offer you a job in my corporation in security forces only. You’ll have a decent pay grade of 50k ebs a year. descent enough for your ignma status. But you have to burn your mark away.” He said.
“Your negotiating with me. Alright 80k and work pro bono for your company.” I said.
“80k and you work full time with benefits but you must burn your mark before the job is done. Deal or no deal? Five minute offer.” He said.
I glared at the old man. Greed got the best of me. “Deal.” I said.
His face disappeared from the screen and all I could do was stare at my own image on the black screen. Damn. I really must be desperate. Just like that I gave up my dreams to be the slave for a cooperate asshole. A deal was a deal. I had given my word. Now it was time to pay up or go back on my word. It was time to set up the sting operation.
“You have to hock them in on that first damn sentence and by end of that opening page you got to leave them wanting more of that shit.” – Guardiandogg
It all goes back to the dime novelist mentality. You can’t put it all out there you got to give enough on the first hit for the buzz to kick in but not enough to have them knowing what the hell is going to happen. They had to wonder.
Why though?
For the art? For the joy of creation?!
Hell no.
I’m in it for the entertain. I’m in for the bag. I’m in to be successful. I’m not interested in hiding in a corner. I’m trying to get as many eyes on my shit. I want to be the best at what I do. I want to be at the top of the hill baby.
To do that I got to create a hock. I got to imagine a world so wonderful. So wild and crazy so interesting and characters you love to listen to that will make you react to my shit.
Super
Hilarious
interesting
Tantalizing
That’s what my shit is. I’m a Bard. I’m trying to get my shit implanted in your mind. Stirring in your memories and stamped in your mind. That’s some guardiandogg shit for real dogg.
Most importantly though. A good hock sells itself.
