"Hey I got those hidden blade designs," Said a man wearing a torn up collared shirt and glasses. His short jet black hair shining in the light.
"Oh yeah, and I got you this little ball thing here, looked kind of cool so I said engh... Why not take it."
He then pulled out this golden sphere and started tossing it up and down, before getting it snatched away by a tall fellow with brown hair wearing a sweater vest and slacks. He slowly rotated the ball, fascinated by its design.
"Be careful with that Rocket, this here is an Apple of Eden."
Rocket frowned, "I know what that is Michael... Refresh my memory though just in case."
Michael Sighed, "In your terms, it means we can't sell it and it's going locked away in the armory."
"Well whoopdee fucking doo, what a hunk of junk. You know what I had to go through for that thing? I got chased around by these guys in white hoods that could do some insane parkour. At least keep the thing on your desk."
Michael chuckled, "Alright fine, I guess it'll look nice in the cluster fuck known as my desk."
Michael placed the Piece of Eden on his desk and sat down, typing on his computer. The desk itself was cluttered with files and there was a large computer monitor placed at the center. The monitor was bright, showing clients for him and Rocket's business, the code jumpers.
Rocket looked around their house. Shelves were lined with items he and Michael collected world jumping. Rocket looked disappointed, is his eyes he thought that the house they were living in seemed too small. One story, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, and a study. Rocket walked to a couch and slumped.
"How did we start this thing?" Rocket said, staring at the ceiling.
"What was that?"
"I said, how did we start you know..."
"Code Jumpers? How did we start our business?"
"Yeah, that."
Michael swung around in his chair, "Maybe it was the fame, the money, or the adventure. The idea of world jumping is still fairly unknown to this world, but I guess both of us wanted to cash in on the eh?"
Rocket laughed, "Now I remember, it was for the money.
"Oh and Rocket, you're working overtime tonight. I got a date coming tonight"
"Is it that one girl, the one with the huge thighs? What's here name again? She kind of scares me."
"First off, her name was Chun-Li. Secondly, no it's someone else." Michael began typing on his computer.
"I'll set up the portal for you, our next client wants some special kind of thermal energy from this salamander animal called a Gordiant. All you have to do is kill it. Oh, and he said one should provide enough for him" A printer whirred for a moment. Michael handed the new piece of paper to Rocket.
"Huh, so this is what I have to kill?" The picture showed a six legged orange lizard. with spikes running down its back. One thing Rocket noticed was that the picture's quality was terrible, and not to mention small.
"The picture's kind of small don't you think? I can barely make out what it is."
Michael spun around in his chair. "Yeah, not many pictures of this thing floating around, not sure why though. I'm assuming its because not many people have discovered this world. You know what that means though, the items we get there are rarer."
Rocket took a closer look at the picture, "So how big is this thing exactly? I mean, from the looks of this picture it could be as huge as an elephant or as tiny as an ant. Also, what's up with all the orange?"
"Huh wha?" Michael said distracted, "Yeah it shouldn't be that big, but the orange is where the thermal energy's located."
"Ah, that makes sense. Hit me with some more insight on where I'm going."
"Well let's see... The planet's called E.D.N III, Gordiant you fight is known as an akrid. Apparently they all house thermal energy but apparently our buyer wants it to only come out of that lizard thing. Also, you should be teleported near where the Gordiant will be located. Oh and most of the world population will be hostile towards you. Some call themselves, Snow pirates"
Rocket sighed to himself, "Just like most of the other destinations I get sent to. Well, might as well get ready for the trip."
Rocket began browsing his armory, dozens of weapons were lining the walls. He saw guns everywhere, every make and model. From Hyperion to the rare Atlas brand, he had everything. He decided to settle on picking an Torgue brand assault rifle and revolver. He paused for a second thinking about how badly his ass could get handed to him, and decided to pick up a couple of EVE Hypos he got from his trip to Rapture a while back.
"Every time I come in here." Rocket said to himself, "It's like memory lane, all of my past jumps, all of the wealth we've accumulated. All of it's right here."
Rocket turned around, left the armory, and headed back to Michael.
"Ok, the portal should be working in three... two... one..."
A large green portal materialized, encompassing the room with its radiant glow. Inside the portal was a lush green jungle that had swarms of what looked like
"Good luck Rocket, as always. Don't forget that we're looking for the Gordiant. I'll try to give you insight while you're there, but no promises."
"mmhmm" Rocket replied, took a swig from his whiskey bottle then took his first step into the portal.