Makoto entered the dark building she knew so well. It was the Hunter's Haven. A place where
all manner of low life dwelt, selling their services to the highest bidder. Makoto hated it.
Surrounding her were cutthroats, footpads, and unscrupulous mercenaries. People she would never
have wished to associate with. The only person she trusted in the tumult of greed and evil all
around her was the proprieter, a surprizingly young man by the name of Motoki.
Despite his chosen profession, Motoki was warm and kind hearted and was the one who got Makoto
back on her feat after the fall of the Confederacy. Motoki had begged her not to become the gun
for hire she was, but she didn't listen. She couldn't listen. This is what she had done her entire
life. This is what she lived for. This is what her friends died for. So this is what she had to do
and Motoki soon realized that.
Makoto waded throught the bustle of drunken rogues as she made her way to the office that Motoki
worked in. When she reached the door, she knocked twice and entered. In the middle of the tidy office
was a small desk with a buzzing computer terminal on it. behind the desk sat a lithe, blonde man
in his mid twenties.
"Ah, Makoto"! The man exclaimed as he saw her enter. "right on time, as always".
"You said you had a prospect for me, Motoki"? Makoto replied as she approached the desk.
"Of course, of course. Have a seat and let me bring it up". Motoki motioned to the seat in front of
him and began typing away at the terminal on his desk. In a few moments, he was nodding in satisfaction.
He reached down and produced a small cube and placed it on the desktop. He then faced Makoto.
"When they came to me with this, I imidiatly thought of you". Motoki pressed the top of the cube and a
holographic image shot up. The image displayed a luminous, purple crystal with a small caption explaining
its chemical composition and an energy scan showing the crystal's signatures.
"What's this"? inquired Makoto as she tried to digest the information presented before her.
"This," Motoki said while motioning towards the crystal, "Is what the client wants obtained. They said
that they'd prefer to remain anonymous, but are offering a hefty reward".
"And that would be"? inquired Makoto.
"Five Million... and a MindSig Displacer in advance". replied Motoki dryly. "Now you know why I
thought of you"?
"Mind Signature Displacement... This crystal belongs to the Protoss". Makoto sighed. After all, why
else would one need to hide their thoughts?
"Of course you are correct in that assumption". Motoki chimed. "The client wants you to procure this
crystal, which they called a 'Negaraj', from an archive located in a research facility named Luna, orbiting
Tau Ceti".
Makoto raised an eyebrow, "Luna? That's a military base... a Terran military base".
"Yet another reason I thought of you for the job". Motoki said with a smile.
What the hell, Makoto thought. After all, this is what she knew inside and out.
"I'll do it". Makoto said with a sigh. "Just give me the details on the mark and tell the client I'm on the
job".
"Of course". Came a smilling Motoki, "I'll do it right away. Oh, and don't forget this". Motoki reached into
his desk again and produced a small box. "That's the MSD unit, don't forget it". Makoto reached out and took
the device. She'd Have to prepare.
all manner of low life dwelt, selling their services to the highest bidder. Makoto hated it.
Surrounding her were cutthroats, footpads, and unscrupulous mercenaries. People she would never
have wished to associate with. The only person she trusted in the tumult of greed and evil all
around her was the proprieter, a surprizingly young man by the name of Motoki.
Despite his chosen profession, Motoki was warm and kind hearted and was the one who got Makoto
back on her feat after the fall of the Confederacy. Motoki had begged her not to become the gun
for hire she was, but she didn't listen. She couldn't listen. This is what she had done her entire
life. This is what she lived for. This is what her friends died for. So this is what she had to do
and Motoki soon realized that.
Makoto waded throught the bustle of drunken rogues as she made her way to the office that Motoki
worked in. When she reached the door, she knocked twice and entered. In the middle of the tidy office
was a small desk with a buzzing computer terminal on it. behind the desk sat a lithe, blonde man
in his mid twenties.
"Ah, Makoto"! The man exclaimed as he saw her enter. "right on time, as always".
"You said you had a prospect for me, Motoki"? Makoto replied as she approached the desk.
"Of course, of course. Have a seat and let me bring it up". Motoki motioned to the seat in front of
him and began typing away at the terminal on his desk. In a few moments, he was nodding in satisfaction.
He reached down and produced a small cube and placed it on the desktop. He then faced Makoto.
"When they came to me with this, I imidiatly thought of you". Motoki pressed the top of the cube and a
holographic image shot up. The image displayed a luminous, purple crystal with a small caption explaining
its chemical composition and an energy scan showing the crystal's signatures.
"What's this"? inquired Makoto as she tried to digest the information presented before her.
"This," Motoki said while motioning towards the crystal, "Is what the client wants obtained. They said
that they'd prefer to remain anonymous, but are offering a hefty reward".
"And that would be"? inquired Makoto.
"Five Million... and a MindSig Displacer in advance". replied Motoki dryly. "Now you know why I
thought of you"?
"Mind Signature Displacement... This crystal belongs to the Protoss". Makoto sighed. After all, why
else would one need to hide their thoughts?
"Of course you are correct in that assumption". Motoki chimed. "The client wants you to procure this
crystal, which they called a 'Negaraj', from an archive located in a research facility named Luna, orbiting
Tau Ceti".
Makoto raised an eyebrow, "Luna? That's a military base... a Terran military base".
"Yet another reason I thought of you for the job". Motoki said with a smile.
What the hell, Makoto thought. After all, this is what she knew inside and out.
"I'll do it". Makoto said with a sigh. "Just give me the details on the mark and tell the client I'm on the
job".
"Of course". Came a smilling Motoki, "I'll do it right away. Oh, and don't forget this". Motoki reached into
his desk again and produced a small box. "That's the MSD unit, don't forget it". Makoto reached out and took
the device. She'd Have to prepare.