A/N: I do not own anything involving MAIET or IJJI, except for my little level 67 turtle abomination
This is a preview for my new story- The Chronicles of Veritech
-1 Gunz: The Chronicles of Veritech
The Continent of Astra, war-torn and battered, controlled by two great empires, Axium and Travia. After the rise of the master magician Ramitz and the suppression of the Anarchists, came the emergence of Wanderers. These wanderers sought many things, from fame and fortune, to the recreation of the Anarchist Faction.
Many of these wanderers banded together to form clans. For a time, Ramitz attempted to disband many of these clans. After Numerous failed attempts, the magician began to hire these clans to perform tasks in which he could not send the military of Axium to handle, for fear of igniting another war on the continent.
While some of these clans were hired under Axium and Travia in secret, some clans worked in plain view. The Eternal Blue Pirates, a clan which operated strictly on the sea. The Iron Crow, the major ruling clan of the city of Havana, otherwise known as the city of criminals. The Gunner's Heaven, which operated under the orders of the Republic of Travia. The Republic Gun Priests, a clan of religious fanatics.
Along with these major clans, there were many smaller clans around the continent. These clans carried out many jobs, taking care of tasks for towns, or acquiring the bounty of a feared Wanderer. In this vicious spiral, one minor clan, the Veritech Fighters, attempts to live through their life.
"God damn it, why did we take this job?" A tall young man with blonde hair exclaimed, setting down a large metallic case in front of him.
"Because, Chewy, we have to have some form of cash flow coming into the clan. Besides, be glad Akito is assigning this job to us, while he cleans up that mess that Koani and Harry caused in that arena in Havani," The woman replied, pulling the hood back of her coat. She looked to her partner, shrugging as she did so. Her brown hair swaying lightly as the breeze picked up.
"It wasn't their fault that the Iron Crow tried to steal our bounty. It was their fault, however, that got that Iron Crow guy killed. How was Harry supposed to know he wasn't the target when he had a gun pointed him?" The young man retorted, opening the case and unpacking it's content.
I would like some feedback on just this beginning while I take the painstaking task of moving all this from a Pad of paper, onto computer.