God I haven't contributed for a day! QUICK! TO THE POSTS!
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Wait, wait, so you want to hear about how I chose to be a scavenger instead of a mercenary? Yeah, well... guess what buddy? You don't have to have a job that includes blowing things up 24/7 to have adventure! Geez, you and all the other sky-raider-menance-mercs are all the same.
Oh, you're actually not pointing a gun at me? Oh, so you really DO want to know how I became a scavenger. Well, the whole thing started off when I got caught stealing some ornate figurehead carvings so I could sell them out to my co- the black market. Yes, that was a cop-out. No, you don't get to know who I sell things to. Anyway, after getting hailed with more rifle shots coming at me than a mobula firing all five Gatling guns it hit me that it was a bad idea to use the "Finders Keepers" rule with people who were alive. After all, the people who were awake weren't happy over the fact that someone went and stole their priceless artifact about demolitions-of-unmeasurable-blah-blah-blah.
Think about it. When have you ever gone up to someone and gave them a sucker punch to the stomach, left them alive, and ran off with their money? That's the stupidest thing ever! When have you ever gone on a "looting" run on a raider camp that's still filled with guards and angry crewmembers ready to unleash galleon broadsides? Never! What you do, is make sure they can't ever come back. And what's the easiest way to do that? Here's a hint: It involves finding something more red than the wine in your drink and the color of my nickname from a human body.
Anyway, back to story of escaping from Chaladonian treasurers, I hopped onto some guy's squid and flew away at rapid pace, sold off the figurehead, and started looking around for dead people to loot. Ater all, the dead don't fight back right? This started my least known job that I am in fact NOT proud of: Grave Robbing. Needless to say, it lasted a whole whopping week. The conditions were awful, the people wouldn't care about guarding the place, and at the end of it all I got from popping rich merchant's tombs were less than half what I got for the figurehead. One day, someone, who is now my "rare sites" contractor, asked for some person to do guard duty on some ruins he was examining. I got bored, signed up, drank way more than the daily intake of moonshine should have been, and, Big-Finding-Direction-In-Life Moment, found a shiny piece of metal in the remains I was supposed to defend.
It was shinier than silver, it wasn't piss-yellow gold, and it was a hint of blue. It looked like a gem, you know, the fancy thing that most rich and lazy people love to wear. Later I found out it was a material called Cobalt, but that's for later. I, obviously, took the thing without anyone asking, thinking "Oh noes hopefully nobody watches me swipe this cool stuff here hur dur". Later on the flight back though, a frustrated excavator, same "rare sites" contractor, got tired of not finding anything at his well-thought out search area. I don't know what drove him to actually go and ask his mercenaries, but he did, and he found my shard of cobalt. When that happened, man I thought I was a goner. Got caught stealing from an excavation. Didn't quite go down like though. He questioned me alright, but nothing major, simple "Where did you find this?" stuff. Then, he finished. No punishment, no "WTF DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER!?!?", just a simple thank you, took it, and he left. When we docked back in... Anglea? Yeah, I think so, in Anglea I got a large whopper of cash and a small note saying "Thank you for your discovery, I'd like your help later."
From then on, I was sold. If I can go find things, no relics, from the past and hand them off to people who still care about advancing past the Dusty Dunes, then I can get a quick and easy payment. And soon after, as you can now see, I also look to the past as well. I have seen some crazy things from the past. Magazines, Piano Songs (which I totally don't know, and never will. Swear to god if you make me do it I will set the piano on fire.), Strange Metals that can bend easily or be a pain in the ass to move, and, most importantly, Blueprints and Ideas for constructions of may utilities, such as weapons, scanners, and this funky design for a vest. Which I made! And talked about already.
So, there's my story, about my job. Yes, that still skips a lot more about me, but I answered your question yes? Now here's my question to you. Yes, it's a mandatory question, and No, I wasn't planning to do this at the start but even my own words made me sane enough to think for a second.
What do YOU want to be? There's no simple answer for it, but how do you want to be remembered?
