Acclimation and Another Hunt

Revised 4/27/2021

Authors Note

For newer readers, you can disregard this update and continue with the chapter, however, for those who have read up to Chapter 11 prior to its deletion, it is advisable to read the update below.


Update 2

So as I stated earlier this month, I am working on many things pertaining to this story.

To quote the first update:

"Major changes are going to be as follows: new tidbits here and there, combining a few chapters here and there, changing the way I've been working these weapons, almost undoubtedly a new character and a new chapter(s) that occur during/ in-between chapters current chapters 3 and 4 (Into Darkness and Civilization) and probably a collection of short stories in the six-month time skip that occurs between chapter 6 and chapter 7, and potentially a new chapter post!

Minor changes are the usual: Grammatical updates, changes to dialogue here and there, more sound sentence structure, removal of redundant statements, etc (hope to get those pesky late-night mistakes!)"

Now, these things are still happening.

However there are bigger changes that will be occurring, and I believe for the better.

First and foremost, I decided to delete chapters 6-11. I debated it at first, but then compared the planned revisions to its current version, and I can safely say that the revised version is starting to diverge from what is currently written. I figured that it would be best if I updated it in the order of the new plotline. This decision is primarily because I feel that pacing seems a bit off within the story, and I wish to fix it up.

Now that's not to say that I'm scrapping elements that have already occurred in the story prior to this switch from the Original OK&G plotline, rather they'll just be happening at a different time within the story because of the new plotlines pacing. So the arc occurring within chapters 9-11 is simply being pushed back to match the current revised timeline within the OK&G story. Those chapters will be revised and updated accordingly when they reappear.

Second, looking at my revisions, it's starting to seem that I will most likely shift from the Anime Timeline to the Light Novel Timeline. This will allow for a proper amount of in-story time to pass and for events to occur a tad bit more organically (whatever that might mean in a fictional story).

Now let me answer the reviews from the previous update:

Vanessa Masters: That would be very helpful, please do!

Fredric and Jctherebel: With this update, I suppose it's safe to say that you can follow along normally now.

Since that is all, here is the chapter!


The sun shone from high above, rays of light peering through the clouds that flew so high above.

Once bare trees were regrowing leaves, and flowers found themselves budding ever so slightly. Even some birds had begun to return from the migration southwards.

It was unusual for winter to have ended this early, but the warm climate had been a welcome surprise to all who lived here.

Slowly, she crept up behind her brother, her ability to sneak increasing every day.

With a mighty pounce, she hopped onto his back.

"Boo!"

"Ahh!" He cried out, spooked by his sister. While she laughed, he stomped his foot in embarrassed anger. "Not funny!"

"Was too!" She smiled, stepping on the tip of her toes, she looked to her brother. "I'm going to see Papa, wanna come with?"

"Nuh-uh!" He shook his head. "Mom said if she caught us outside we'll be in big trouble!"

Of course, their mother did not want her or her brother to be out and about. After all, the last time they did something fun, one of them had ended up in the chicken coup covered in feathers and mud.

"If we get caught." She climbed up a counter and peaked out a window. "I'll tell Papa you said hello!"

"No wait don't go!" He called out, but it was too late as she went through.

As she fell, she loved every second the wind breezed through her hair on the way down. It did not take long for her to land softly onto the hay left in the cart outside, sinking slightly into the unbaled hay.

Once she oriented herself from the fall, she quickly shook her head whilst running her hands through it, trying to get rid of as much hay as she could. Then hopping off the cart with a wide smile practically ear to ear across her face, she ran off, ignoring the cries of her brother as she got further away.

She ran, many of the townsfolk greeting her as she went farther and farther from home. Her face was known in the town, and many enjoyed the company of the excitable young lady.

However, none stopped her as she ran through the busy streets, her eyes telling everyone she was focused on getting where she wanted to be. Eventually, she reached where she wished to be, sneaking herself in a shrub next to the training grounds.

"You think you can protect the Baroness with that kind of fighting!" A gruff voice shouted over the sounds of clashing metal.

The voice was a familiar one, coming from a familiar set of armor. It was her father, standing in his full plate, the one mother had given him during the war. His helmet had a plume on it and a sash with a variety of words sewn into it. She could only read some of it, but less than her brother.

He stood there, his posture immaculate and his rapier never off-center, facing down three guards of the town.

Steel clashed on steel as the three tried to get a single hit on him, but he was always seemingly a step ahead of them, dodging and parrying whatever swings came his way.

"You have to feel where the enemy is going to be, strike where he is least defended."

Throwing one of them to the ground, and sidestepping another, his eyes held disapproval.

"You keep throwing the expected at me, do something I can't foresee."

One of the guards attempted to charge him, only for duelists' fancy footwork to throw him off balance.

"Is that all you got? A liquored-up drunkard with a club foot could easily beat you!"

Papa is so cool! She thought as she looked around for a stick that was worthy of being called her weapon. Eventually, she found that perfect piece of wood and now looked for her adversary.

It did not take her long to find a stump that she could easily imagine as a monster.

"Take this and that!" She swung the branch around, unsteady and uneven hits striking it true.

She was unsure how long she was playing with her imagination, but eventually, a gruff voice startled her from being.

"Ah my little girl, fighting a dastardly bandit today?" Turning around, she could see her father, a bushy beard and hazel eyes.

"Uh hi, Papa!" She gave him a hug. "I'm fighting a tree monster!"

"So an Ent! But…" He put his chin up slightly as he stroked his beard. "Didn't mama tell you not to come out today..."

"Well… yeah…" She put her hands behind her back and shifted in place. "But I wanted to tell you big brother said hello!"

He put his hands on his hips, a grin stretching on his face.

"Well isn't that mighty kind of you." He crouched down to her height. "Did mama catch you leaving?"

"Nope!" She cheerfully told him. "Jumped out a window this time!"

His expression unchanging, his eyes met hers. "From how high?"

"From the kitchen window!" She jumped up excitedly. "I made sure to land in the hay cart."

"That's my little girl, as keen as an owl and nimble as a cat." His hand ruffled her hair, causing her to giggle.

"But Brother knows I'm here." Her excitement faded now. "He's probably gonna tell ma I'm here."

"Don't worry, I'll handle mama bear when she gets here." Picking her up, the two of them moved towards. "You want me to teach you a thing or two?"

"Yes please!" She exclaimed, eager to hold a sword.

"Alright." Picking out a wooden sword, he stood next to her. "Let's start with the basics, follow after me."

He counted up each move, and she followed regardless of how sloppily she did.

Those days were simpler.

...

"Ah! You're finally awake!" A quiet voice and relieved voice spoke.

Slowly, Fencer Squire stirred to her surroundings, feeling a cold towel on her head. Her hazel eyes adjusting to the light of the room around her, she found herself not alongside the road or in the starry field, rather in the Temple of the Earth Mother in the Frontier Town. The last thing she remembered was being carried away by a mysterious knight after he single-handedly cleared that nest that nearly claimed her life.

"Ugh…" She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Where am I?"

"At the Temple of the Earth Mother." The voice spoke again.

Looking at her clothing, she was wearing a white nightgown."Where did you put my clothes?"

"Your clothes were a bit damaged, so we fixed them up." The girl timidly turned away, her hand gesturing to the pile of clothes. Her ruffled shirt and fancy pants folded nice and neat in a pile.

"Thanks." She rubbed the grogginess from her eyes.

"Um… How are you feeling?"

"Like a manticore chewed me up and spit me out." She groaned, rubbing the side of her head. "Is it bad?"

"You all looked pretty bad." She heard her say, soon feeling the cold towel removed from her head. From the corner of her eye, she saw a young priestess of the temple. "But under the watchful eye of the Earth Mother, you and the poor souls brought in pulled through."

"Talking about my wound." She chuckled as the young woman's expression changed, looking mildly flustered.

"Oh… uh…" She tilted her head as if she was trying to word it delicately. "It has its… charm?"

"Can you pass me that mirror?" She leaned forward, stretching her arm out to point towards it. Once in her hand, she used it to look at the damage. Aside from the amount of hair that the javelin had removed from the left side of her head, the area around the wound was relatively fine, but she could tell that the lighter scar would be easily visible with her sun-kissed complexion.

"I'm lucky Sir Knight was a skilled healer, might have lost my beauty." A smirk spread across her face. She looked around and her knight in white nowhere to be seen. "Is Sir Knight still around?"

"Sir Knight?" She looked up in thought before responding. "Oh, the man in the strange armor? He left after bringing you in."

"Ah." Fencer Squire put the mirror on the nightstand next to her. She shouldn't be surprised, someone of his talents would undoubtedly find themselves busy upon entering this town. Now looking at the younger girl, she asked. "And who might you be?"

"Oh! My apologies for not telling you sooner." She gave a bow. "I am Priestess, a follower of the Earth Mother." A frail-looking and delicate girl looked at her, a cheery smile spread across her face, long and beautiful hair complemented by her blue eyes, and she wore the standard vestments of those affiliated with the Earth Mother. "You're an adventurer, right?"

"Fencer Squire, and yes I am." She confirmed, pulling out her Steel Rank tag. "Made Steel within the last month, hoping to go higher."

"Wow!" The awed Priestess looked at her tag, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "How do you like being an adventurer?"

"When I'm not on the brink of death?" She tilted her head. "It's neat, see the sights, meet new people, fight dangerous monsters…" She trailed off as she thought of the previous quest. The excited faces and the dreams that her temporary companions had, extinguished like an open flame in a downpour.

"Um.. are you ok?" The Priestess asked, concern in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah." She played off her sadness by putting on a smile. "You think you got what it takes?"

"Yes!" She gave a resolute nod. "In a few months when I come of age, I want to help those on The Frontier, whoever might need it!"

"Ah, a commendable endeavor, you just got to be ready for whatever happens out there." She soon put her hand out for a shake. "Pa always told me you can judge a prayer by their handshake."

The Priestess returned the gesture albeit with a limp handshake. Her hand was uncalloused and smooth, and quite frankly small, but she could feel the warmth from it.

"The shake tells me you're sweet and kind, but your grip isn't all that firm." Fencer Squire chuckled, before looking around. "Work on that."

The Priestess seemed confused, but that's all she could gauge.

Moving her legs off the edge of the cot, she looked towards the window outside. "How long have I been out?"

"Um, two days?" She softly told her. "Just about?"

"Two days!" She exclaimed, surprised that she had been sleeping in for that long. Putting her legs over the edge of the bed, she began to reach for her clothes there were on a nearby shelf not too far from here. "I gotta report to the guild!"

"Really?" The blue eyes of the timid priestess had interest in them. "What for?"

"For the job!" She quickly threw off the nightgown, covering the Priestess's face. She halted while changing as her hazel eyes landed onto the Priestess. "Uh…A little privacy if you don't mind."

As soon as the nightgown was off her face, it became clear the Priestess grew red in the face. "Oh! My apologies. I'll wait outside the room." The blond covered her eyes and quickly made herself scarce.

Mid-change, she noticed a mirror and took a look at herself. Her body was modestly figured and her abdomen was toned, but light scars could be seen from her many forays with danger in her time as an adventurer.

Turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder, she could see two scars, fresher than the rest. One was on her lower back, while the other one was closer to the shoulder.

So the knight wasn't lying when he said I did have two arrows in my back... Her hand gently rubbed over one and although the scar was there, it was clear that whatever the knight had done was helpful.

Slipping on her boots, she noticed that her half-plate was off to the side, she noticed that the leather bands that had been on her half-plate were now replaced with some strange white bands. When did he do that?

She fiddled with the material, and it was strangely flexible like leather but smooth as the metal on her plate. Not only that, but it was much easier to strap on than the leather straps.

Once it was on, she buckled her weapon to her belt, she put her hand on the pommel of the finely crafted rapier.

Exiting the room, she peeked out to see the Priestess patiently waiting outside. "Alright, lead the way!"

With a nod, she began to walk through the halls, followed close by her new acquaintance. Fencer Squire noticed how the Priestess bowed to other members of the temple, possibly due to their standing within the temple. She had never been inside the temple before, but it was much larger than it seemed.

"So, how did you find yourself as a member of this covenant?" Fencer Squire got beside her, figuring that would be a good topic of conversation.

"My parents died when I was young." The Priestess told her, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Mother Superior was there to take me in."

"Oh." The Fencer Squire paused, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment, somewhat regretting even asking now. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. They're with the Earth Mother now." She gave a nervous smile. "If I'm not prying, why did you decide to become an adventurer?"

"My father was one of the many wandering bannerets during the times when the Demon Lord's Armies were around, and the tales of honor and glory had me wanting to stake a claim on my own name."

"And you want to be like him?" The Priestess asked, her head tilted.

"One day, very much so." She smiled, thinking about her home. "I'll make him proud hopefully."

Passing the main worship alter, they soon found themselves at the entrance of the temple.

"You're free to tag along if you wish." She smiled at her junior, and for a moment it seemed like she was considering it.

"Priestess!" A voice called from down the hallway. "Mother Superior has been looking for you!"

"Oh!" She turned to the Fencer Squire. "My apologies Fencer Squire, but I must part for now."

"It's not a problem, just don't be a stranger."

She gave a respectful bow before she ran off.

Turning to the door, she took a deep breath as she opened it and returned to the harsh reality of life.

It had been around forty-eight hours since RC-2105 had left the Frontier Town since his admittance to the Adventurers Guild under the alias of "Cataphract Errant", a Porcelain Ranked Adventurer.

He had taken three quests, all of goblin-slaying nature. The first three had highlighted locations in the immediate area that needed to be cleared. The third one was the defense of a town from the threat of them.

For those quests killing the goblins within their nests, he did it as efficiently as possible.

The first nest was located in the ruins of an old underground structure of unknown origin. It had twenty-two goblins, one strong goblin, and one flame goblin included in those numbers. He had cleared it out with ease, having been able to help only five of the six captives. The gracious populous offered him time to stay, but he had to decline and began to make his way to his next target.

The second nest resided in a considerably larger cave that had twenty-seven goblins and three strong goblins included in their number. He swiftly dealt with them, only being able to save three of the seven captives. When he returned the captives to said town, the villager's reactions were mixed, but he was still offered a place to rest, most likely out of some custom. He took up the offer at that time, only sleeping three hours before going on the move again.

The third and final mission was the defense of a town. He had arrived just before the raid was predicted to begin, and with a quick analysis of the land, he easily ended the lives of fifteen goblin raiders before they could get close to any of the structures. He allowed a few to retreat, and upon following them, he learned of their nest's location. After launching his assault on their nest, thirteen additional goblins met their end, that nest having three surviving captives.

He was offered a room and bed, which he graciously accepted the chance to rest in that town for five hours, taking the time to eat a ration bard(he was pleasantly surprised to find that the air around him was, not, infested with microbes that would try to kill him) and sleep.

For all these quests, he only expended another clip of his DC-17m.

Now he was on his way back from his first set of Porcelain Ranked Quests. The Frontier town was only a few hours out from where he had begun his journey, and he would most likely arrive there slightly after mid-day.

A resounding success on his part. Of course, '05 expected nothing less from his vast combat knowledge and expertise and only wondered how much quicker he would've completed this job if Task Force Sierra was here.

Pushing away from the thoughts of his team, he had learned some new insights while on the job.

First, he learned quickly that Porcelain Ranked Adventurers were viewed with suspicion on their ability to complete the job, many of his temporary employers doubting him, assuming him to be an adventurous member of the nobility or the child of a prominent guild owner. Luckily for him, his experience had far exceeded their expectations. He had the completion papers signed by the local aldermen to prove that he has completed his tasks.

Second, he noticed that individuals he treated with the bacta-spray seemed to heal more rapidly than those he had healed while on missions. Perhaps their metabolism worked differently, or their anatomy was suited for this world? He would have to take a look into it whenever he could.

Third, there seemed to be three constants with these 'goblins'. There were the small fries, easy to kill, but often relied on ganging up on their prey. There were those 'muscle' goblins that were just as strong as a Geonosian in hand to hand but lacked the flight of those damned bugs, and lastly, there were those goblins with the staves. He wondered how they managed to conjure up those flames, perhaps it was technology? Or maybe something on this planet allows them to use powers similar to those in the Jedi Order?

Finally, he noticed that his blasters seemed to draw less attention from the local populace than he expected them to, often calling him a 'mage' or 'wizard'. The only times while in the known galaxy were always about members of the Jedi Order, almost exclusively by those who lived in the Outer Rim.

After a quick stop at the shuttle to restock and wash up, he arrived at the Frontier Towns' main entrance, the guards looked at him.

"Ah, you're that new fellow." One of the guardsmen looked at him, his eyes sizing him up. "New Porcelain I hear."

"That is correct." He gave an affirmative nod. "Just got here not too long ago."

"Word travels fast when some knight in enchanted armor arrives and joins the Guild, and takes three jobs at that." He chuckled. "You're made of sterner stuff, I can tell."

The second guard gave a tired nod, looking at the blue visor. "Well, we won't keep you waiting, come on in." The town guardsman waved him in.

Due to his relatively recent arrival to this town, his being was still an unfamiliar sight, making it easy to spot the over six-foot commando through the crowds of people through the busy market streets. Many eyes fell onto him, but he paid no mind to them, it reminded him of the many times the standard rank and file clones would pause to see the 'deluxe models' before returning to their tasks.

Upon reaching the three-story guild building, he entered, the doors closing behind him. It was what he could assume to be the standard hustle and bustle of this guild.

From the entrance, he could see a man with a large spear leaning at the counter, clearly regaling of the day's adventure, something about golems, with the receptionist who looked rather peeved. It didn't matter to him he supposed, his path was preplanned as he marched to the guild's counter.

The light brown-haired head of the receptionist looked up from her work, her eyebrows raising with what he believed to be relief in those golden eyes.

The warrior in blue noticed her attention go elsewhere, and he turned to look at him, his expression seemingly relieved that it was him. Perhaps he had been expecting someone else?

"Ah, so you're the newbie that everyone has been talking about." The man with strawberry blonde hair walked up to him, the boisterous individual with a smile across his face. "Took three quests solo and here you are."

"Yes." '05 gave a nod, easily recognizing the tag. Silver.

"You trying to impress the rest of us?" The man's eyes narrowed as if he was trying to gauge him.

"No." The republic commando gave an uncomplicated response. "I am doing what needs to be done."

After a moment of silence, the man gave a short chuckle."The serious type huh? We'll they were just porcelain quests so don't let it get to your head."

Soon enough a voluptuous woman in a pointed hat and rather revealing robes walked up beside the spear-wielder. On the waistband of her exquisite attire, the Silver tag dangled freely.

"Now… leave the… man alone… eh?" She talked at a rather slow pace, placing her hand on the shoulder plate of the blue armor. "We have… a quest with… lycanthropes…" Now taking a puff from her pipe, she exhaled to purple smoke.

"Yeah, yeah, we're going." The blue armored man waved her off, beginning to walk past him. "You got everything you need."

"Yes…" She smiled as she got to '05. "I'd like to… stay and chat but… I have a date… to go to. Take care… will you?" With a single eye wink, she soon followed suit, sounds of her heels could be heard getting farther as the two of them exited the guildhall.

He wondered what that was about, probably some local hazing ritual? Deciding it unimportant, he continued to his destination, the guild counter on it the symbol of even scales.

"Welcome back." She replied with a smile, professionally reciting what he believed to be hours of memorized lines. "I take it that your quests were a success?"

"Affirmative. Threats have been neutralized." As '05 walked up to the counter, he reached over his shoulder, his bag opening with a hiss. He handed her three pieces of parchment, tied neatly to look like a scroll.

Opening each one, she double-checked each of the signatures, soon confirming that he had indeed gone to each site and rid the areas of the goblins. From the way her eyes read over the forms, he could tell she was impressed.

"Everything seems in order, let me be the first to say congratulations on a job… well jobs well done." She stamped each one with the guild's ink stamp, carefully putting it in a box that was marked 'completed'. "Now while your pay is being counted, would you like to file your report now, or later?"

"Now." He immediately responded.

"Now it is." She expertly opened a desk, which had what he assumed to be A.A.R forms. "Now, please tell me the details of your quest to the best of your ability."

As the Guild Girl sat there, she diligently filled out one quest completion form as Cataphract Errant recited the successes of his quests. Her mind was put at ease when the eleven-year-old adventurer (she still believed that he was much older) had returned, unscathed.

He first listed the quest, then followed up with the numbers of goblins (fortunately for her knowledge with reports in these particular quests, she was able to inform him of the goblin types he encountered), and the number of captives saved if possible.

There was no boasting, nor any pride when describing how he completed the quests. He kept the non-professional aspects of adventuring to a minimum. It reminded her of another humble adventurer's way of reporting.

"So for all three quests… over the two days you completed you took on…" She quickly did the math in her head, easily calculated in her line of work. "Seventy-four goblins, four hobgoblins, and one shaman?" Her brows raised, clearly impressed with his efficiency. "And rescued eleven captive women."

"That is correct." He gave an uncomplicated nod in response.

"Well, I must admit, you work fast." Guild Girl finalized every sheet of parchment. Soon signing off on it, she stamped each sheet, the box she now put in being 'reports'. She then pulled out a tray with a coin pouch on it, pouring out the coins on the tray. "Your payment is around fifteen gold pieces for the three jobs overall, would you like your payment in silver or copper denominations?"

"The difference?" He asked.

"You don't know?" Her golden eyes widened, after all, most adventurers were either in it for the money or fame.

"I don't usually get paid in coinage." He bluntly stated. "The Republic covered all my finances prior to my… arrival here."

"I see, you must have a generous lord." She genuinely told him; however, she could tell by the subtle movements of his body that she may have been mistaken. "There are four coin types: Platinum, Gold, Silver, and Copper. One platinum is worth ten gold. One gold is worth ten silver. One silver is worth ten copper. Copper is the lowest… I should also mention we do not have much platinum here, that is mostly a Capital City custom."

"Simple." Cataphract Errant nodded once, doing the relatively simple math in his mind. "I'll take it as ten gold pieces and fifty silver pieces."

"A word of advice Cataphract Errant, some adventurers saw that bold stunt you did taking several quests at once." She began to open drawers to get the proper funds, and once she did, she counted it out, whilst still speaking. "Although there are no guild bylaws against it, it is… considered taboo for those below bronze rank to do." She soon put the coin in its purse and on the tray, extending it out to him. "The Adventurers Guild, however, thanks you for the jobs well done."

"So that was what the man was on about." He thought aloud, soon nodding as he seemingly absorbed that knowledge. "I understand."

"Do you have any more questions?"

"Yes." He asked while looking at the board. "Has that one I found come in to report yet?"

She began to open her mouth in preparation to tell him that the Steel ranked adventurer had not been at the guild, but as the guild doors opened, the lady in question walked through.

Cataphract Errant turned his head to look over his shoulder, soon turning back towards the Guild Girl. "Well, speak of the devil."

Slowly she walked up to the counter beside the adventurer who stood nearly a head taller than she, wearing the armor she had left in the days prior. "Afternoon Sir Knight." She gave him a respectful bow. She then turned to her and gave a nod of the head. "And afternoon to you Guild Girl."

"You seemed to have healed up relatively quickly." Cataphract Errant helmet seemed to look up and down as if he were scanning her over.

"Thanks to you and the selfless individuals at the temple of the Earth Mother." A warm smile grew across her face.

"I am relieved to see that you are still with us." A smile was on her face, the friendly facade she always put up. "We have had reports from the quest poster that the problem has been dealt with, but we have kept your pay here until you could report, would you like to do that now?"

"I would." Nodded Fencer Squire. "Better to do it sooner than later."

"If that is all, I will be leaving." He gave a nod to the receptionist and the adventurer that stood next to him.

"Just one-moment Cataphract Errant." The administrative voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "Since you were the one who helped complete the quest, your testimony will be needed as well since you are both a member of our guild and had participated on that quest.

A moment passed before the guild official spoke once more

"Just protocol."

The man in silver looked at her, tilting his head up in thought. "So be it."

"Alright, Inspector, may you take these two to one of the interviewing rooms to get a comprehensive report on the mission Fencer Squire had taken, I'll finish up what I have here and call for someone to work the counter in our absence."

The sounds of the guild doors opening once again, and she peered past the two adventurers that stood before her, and it was the familiar helmet with a ragged plume and grimy breastplate and leather armor.

"I'll be there in a moment." She told her coworker with a smile.

The Inspectors' eyes looking towards the door and back to her, first rolling her eyes as a smug expression developed on her face. "Alright, but don't keep our adventurers waiting." A wink followed as she got up and led them away.

She turned back to the adventurer who now stood right in front of her.

"Welcome back!"

The uniformed Inspector led them to a room on the second floor. From what he could see, this was a proper office. There was a fine wooden desk that had a rather comfortable chair, with a window right behind it. There were two chairs in the corners next to the desk, possibly for other individuals to sit in.

The two of them were told to sit in the long chair that sat in the middle of the room, right next to a coffee table.

"Here we are!" The teal-eyed Inspector told them with a cheery smile. "Wait here while our senior receptionist is done with her dealings in the main hall, do either of you want tea or something?"

"Tea will be fine." Smiled the dark-haired adventurer, taking a seat at the table.

"Alright, I'll be back, don't cause any trouble!" She closed the door behind her, leaving them alone.

"I see you've healed up quite well." He began, his head tilting to her.

"I am now, your actions playing no small part in my wellbeing." Fencer Squire smiled at him. "Thanks for fixing the straps on my armor, it saved me a fair bit of coin."

"I see." He turned back to look forward.

"So, I heard that you are a member of the guild now?" She brought, looking for a tag.

"Yes." He did not pull out his tag. "Joined two days ago, and completed my first set of quests."

"With a new name, huh?" Her head tilted. "Not 'Republic Commando'?"

"No." His head shifted slightly. "It just… came to mind."

"I see…" She tried it out, trilling the 'r' in the first word of his name. "'Cataphract Errant.' It's unique for sure."

"What rank are you?" '05 thought he should ask, knowing that depending on her rank would gauge her time with the guild. "I caught a glance of it before, but the blood made it difficult to tell."

"See for yourself." The Fencer Squire got the lace of her tag and pulled it out from under the half-plate.

"Steel-Ranked." He simply stated the shine of the tag distinctive. "The top of the lowest."

"Yep!" She snapped her fingers, giving him a thumbs-up, the tag falling onto her half-plate. "Got my promotion last month, was porcelain almost a whole year ago."

"Impressive." He stated monotonously.

"You're making fun of me aren't you?"

"I didn't think so."

"Mmm." She fiddled with her thumbs. "You're a trained doctor right? Not many around here."

"I know enough about medicine to treat a variety of battlefield wounds and ailments." His blaster in his lap, he cleaned some of the filth that had accumulated in the crevices. "I leave surgery to the droids ."

"Still better than most on the frontier…" She insisted before falling into silence.

A short bit later she spoke up. "Is my scar bad?"

'05 noticed how she moved her hair from the area, and underneath was the afflicted area. His eyes scanned over it, knowing well that the scar would remain.

"I've seen worse." He justly told her, her response being a frustrated huff. "I don't believe it'll heal fully, but it shouldn't hinder your ability to work."

"You sure know how to speak to a lady." He felt what appeared to be an attempt at a shove. "The Priestess I spoke to said it has its charm."

"I suppose there is truth to that." He simply told her, his mind wandering to his brothers that would proudly flaunt their battlefield wounds whilst not on duty, whether it be from blaster fire, shrapnel to cybernetic replacements.

Something to make them different from their 'shiny' brothers fresh from Kamino.

Soon the door opened again, the Inspector back with a quaint platter of three teacups and a teapot in the center.

"Our reporter is just finishing up." She gave a smile as she took a seat across from them, putting the platter in the middle of the coffee table. She poured three cups, one of which found its way to the desk.

"Thank you." Fencer Squire took the teacup from the platter and began to sip, her face lighting up as she took a sip.

Soon enough, the senior receptionist walked in, with a few sheets of parchment. "My apologies for the hold-up." She spoke as she passed them, soon taking her seat at the desk. Dipping her quill into the vial of ink, she looked up to them. "Now if you do not mind, Fencer Squire, please tell me what had occurred on the quest."

"Well, it started around the time of the moon's rise..."

He sat there, listening to the tale the Fencer Squire told. To her credit, she was an excellent storyteller, including a variety of details from the travel there to the plan they had. Of course, she grew quiet when it came time to talk about the misfortunes that befell her and her party. Then a fraction of her extravagant storytelling returned when describing his supposed heroics, from saving and patching her up in a nearby shelter, and then to complete the quest all by himself.

Then he was prompted to speak of his side of the story. As he had done earlier, he only spoke of the details necessary, from aiding the Fencer Squire from the clutches of those vile creatures and stabilizing her, also attempting to prevent her from continuing and then allowing her to tag along regardless of her wounds. The second part of his report was the number of goblins killed in the cave and the recovery of the tags. He could tell that the three women in the room were displeased with his brief albeit detailed description of the state of the fallen party members. He concluded his summary with the number of goblins killed before and after his arrival and captives rescued.

A bit more time was taken up as the report to be compiled correctly, primarily in the form of echoing their report. Afterward, when there seemed to be satisfactory confirmation on what they said was true, the papers were organized.

"Well, this has been rather informative." The sounds of the quill writing could be heard before it was dipped back into its holder. She looked up and smiled. "Thank you for your time, wait at the front desk for your payment."

Nodding, '05 was the first to get up from his seat and walked out, Fencer Squire soon following.

"That was tiring." She walked alongside him down the stairs of the guildhall. "Say what do you plan on doing?"

"I plan on getting some rest." He simply stated. "Then prepare me for more quests."

"I feel that. Perhaps buy a chain shirt if I can afford it."

"To protect you if your armor is ever forcefully removed again?"

"Yes, it would've been awful if I had gotten stabbed." She looked with indignation and he sighed. Her eyes soon landed on the counter. "Oh, and thanks for the fix on my half-plate."

"Should last longer." He simply stated. "No crude dagger should be able to cut through it."

They soon reached the counter, where another attendant, a youthful man with a long ear at the desk looked up at them.

"For Fencer Squire." He put out a tray with a pouch of coins in it. "Five gold pieces have been deducted from the payment as the other members of the quest had outstanding fees."

"Ah, I remember that." She kept a cheery façade up as she accepted the pouch, but it was clear that the reduction in payment was disheartening.

"Have a good day." Bowed the man as he returned to work.

"Sir Cataphract Errant." The Fencer Squire turned to him. "Since you were my savior you deserve some payment."

He looked at the pouch, and back to her, raising his hand to halt her. "Remember our agreement?"

"About information? Yes, I do, but I insist!" She dragged him to a table. "Take half of what was earned, you did all the heavy lifting anyway."

"You need it more than I do." He stated. From what he had already seen, she seemed to be in the midst of some financial trouble. She looked as if she was going to speak out once more, but he put his hand up to halt her. "How about I compromise and only take five pieces?"

She considered it for a moment, pursing her lips before she nodded with a smile on her face. "I knew you would come around!"

Taking out five gold coins from the purse, she placed them on the table and pushed them to him.

"Now, that this is settled." He began, placing the coins within one of his belt pockets, he looked at her. "How about we begin with some information about the region?"

"We'll let us grab a proper seat then?" Her gloved hands gestured to the tables in the hall. "There's a lot to tell."

Once the two took a seat, they spent the next few hours asking and answering, the stranded commando learning more of this place.


It was nearing the end of the week since he had become an 'adventurer'. He had taken a fair amount of quests since his admission, and he felt like he was keeping himself well occupied while he waited for someone to find his distress signal.

Granted, the only quests he had been taking were those that resulted in the extermination of those green abominations. It didn't pay well, but it was better than sitting around and doing nothing.

Plus it gave him good reason to interact with the local populace, and learn more about this planet. The Republic would be glad to learn more of an uncharted and unaligned planet.

'05 got off his coat and walked toward the pieces of his Katarn-class armor. Feeling each piece to ensure no piece had imperfections, once he was certain he placed each piece onto its designated spot with care close to reverence. Once he was satisfied with how secure the armor rested on his body, he investigated his bag, grabbing a ration bar.

No better way to start the day. He told himself, taking rather coordinated bites out of the bar.

Upon completion of the said meal, he went straight back to suiting up. His eyes landed on the final piece of armor not on him, the helmet that sat on the table next to him, its visor darkened due to being currently off. Grabbing it, he swiftly put it onto his head, the sound of it sealing with the black body glove, the display soon powering up as it confirmed its seal.

The seasoned commando putting his bag onto his back walked to the crate that less-than-securely held his weapons.

DC-17m… two modified DC-15 pistols… and the Vibro-saber. He holstered each of the weapons, putting the saber through a loop that was on the standard-issued belt.

Recently, he had been testing out the Vibro-saber he had acquired on the mission to Cossul III. Tests in the field proved it highly effective against unarmored targets and shoddily armored targets.

He had even tested its cutting power with a tree and found it embedded quite deeply. Once removed, the blade had barely lost any of its sharpness.

0530 on the dot. He checked the time on the helmet clock as he approached the shuttle's exit. If I leave now I will be in town right as the guild opens. The hiss of the shuttle opening once again allowed him to exit his home.

Beginning his trip to the Frontier town, the path he took was quiet except for the fauna that found itself active at this hour. He had yet to meet more hostile fauna, but from what the guild had to offer and Fencer Squires's personal accounts, there were certainly a plethora of threats within this planet.

So much so that dedicated scholars had created a supposed 'Monsters Manual', and cataloging their 'Danger Rating'.

And so, he traveled to the Frontier Town, the path he took was quiet as he made his way to the road, and then the town proper.

The guards on duty gave a simple and obviously exhausted nod that he took as acknowledgment, and then he arrived at the Guild Hall

0705. He reached for the handle of the guild door and entered the spacious hall.

The hall itself was relatively empty, with few individuals roaming about. Odd, as the guildhall often was bustling with activity whenever he arrived.

"Welcome back." The guild's receptionist greeted him with the same professional smile on her face. "How may I help you?"

"I am here for work."

"My apologies sir." She opened her desk and pulled out a small orb. "Quest aren't posted for another…" She squinted as looked at the orb. "another two hours at least."

So that is why there is no one here. He mentally noted the reason why the hall seemed to lack adventuring personnel.

Looking down at this small glass orb, he could only assume it to be a watch of some sort. "Strange… trinket."

"A… adventurer gave it to me after his quest." She put it back in the drawer with care. "It tells the time apparently."

"I see." Looking around. "Then where can I acquire gear?"

"Well, if you wish to make a purchase of health or stamina potions, you can get them here." To prove the point she opened another drawer and displayed two small bottles, each with a different liquid in them. The bottle with red liquid shimmered slightly as its contents moved within the confines of its container. "If it's general goods that any aspiring professional adventurer needs, all you need to do is go down to the guild shop."

She pointed to the right of her, and his head turned to follow, her finger directing him to a doorway next to the stairwell.

"There, you can also sell any collected treasures from your adventures."

"Thank you." He then took his leave as he began to head in that direction.

He made his way to the doorway with neat and purposeful strides.

Upon entering this new area, he looked around, seeing many shelves stocked with goods ranging from rope and tools to stands with full sets of armor. The only sound that could be heard was the faint hammering of steel on steel.

I will need paper. He put his hand up to his chin as he thought. A writing utensil as well… I have an idea that needs to be written down.

He began to peruse the isles of this spacious general goods shop, albeit many items having little to no use to him, and he was not going to trust the supposed quackery of 'healing potions' of this primitive world.

He soon came to a shelf stocked with many types of scribing items. There were complete sets of well-crafted calligraphy tools and finely grounded inks for 'mages' to simple quills and inks for day-to-day scribing.

Deciding that he did not need the fancier of the items, he picked up what could be described as a stack of paper with a few charcoal sticks, and a parchment case to top it off.

That should do it. Satisfied with the items collected, he walked up to the desk. Once placing down all the goods on the counter, he could see a bell on the counter. Giving it a light tap, it made a small 'ting' as its sound rang through the empty shop.

The hammering stopped as a gruff voice called from the back room. "One moment!"

The sounds of tools being put down as footsteps of an individual drew near, and before him stood a short muscular man with a graying beard, sweat covering his body.

"Overheard some of the adventurers talking about a porcelain in silver plate taking on many quests these past few days." The man whose height reached no higher than his chest eyed him up and down. "That must be you isn't it?"

"I believe so." He simply stated. "I am here to purchase."

"I can tell." He raised his hammer to his shoulder, his eyes looking at the items on the counter. "You a mage?"

"A soldier, and sometimes a tinkerer." Little to no emotion was put into his voice.

"And an experienced one at that." The smith's hand gestured to his armor. "Never seen such fine craftsmanship before, you craft it yourself?"

"No."

"Then there must be talented armorsmiths from wherever you hail from, probably blessed by the forge gods themselves."

"Indeed."

A scoff soon followed by a humored chuckle came from the elder of the two. "You remind me of a frequent patron to this guild shop."

Not entirely sure how to respond to that, he simply shrugged.

"Mind if I get a better look of that armor you're wearing?"

"Go ahead." He simply told him.

The stout man walked from behind the counter and walked around the clone commando, constant sounds of thought coming from the man.

"A unique set of armor with an equally unique saber to match." He stroked his beard thoughtfully as he returned to the counter. "Never seen the metals used."

"My armor is made of an alloy called Duraplast," '05 told him of the material of which his second skin was made of. Frankly, it wasn't classified material, and he doubted it would have any meaning to the natives. "Truthfully I do not know what the saber is made of."

"Hm." The guild Smith looked at him. "Would you be willing to part with it?"

'05 shook his head, whilst putting the pouch of coin on the countertop.

"Figures as much." The elder grumbled as he poured out the contents of the pouch. Counting it up, he separated two gold coins and a handful of assorted silver and bronze pieces, taking the rest. "Your change."

"Pleasure doing business." With a nod, he took the pouch back and put his coins into the recently emptied pouch, and began to organize the newly acquired gear.

"Most adventures complain and sob about the guilds 'unfair' prices." The man's eye did not move from looking at him. "But these prices are far better than anything you'll find in the common market."

"If you say so." Without much else to say, he gave a nod and walked away.

Supplies acquired. He thought to himself, soon reentering the main guildhall.

Taking a position near a window, he could see the sun had just risen above the town's wall.

Perfect lighting. He pulled out the pile of paper and a writing instrument. Now… I wonder if this planet has invented gunpowder yet?

After a moment of pondering, he began the marvelous process that he referred to as 'drafting'.

"ALL RIGHT!"

The excited chant of adventurers snapped him out of his inventive trance, his head turned to the contract board as swaths of adventurers crowded around it, attempting to pick a contract they fancied.

Slowly turning back to his paper, he looked at the number of pieces of used parchment, there were many ideas scribbled of weapon alternatives. Some looked like the weapons of the Tusken of Tatooine whereas some of which looked fairly similar to that of the Trandoshan. However, all of these ideas relied on the planet's tech level and how far they have gone with gunpowder tech.

But now his free time is over.

Time to get a contract.

Rolling up the pieces of parchment, he put them into the case and fastened it underneath the bag.

Deciding that it was not worth the effort to wrestle his way through the crowd of eager adventurers, he slowly maneuvered his way to the guild's counter.

Once reaching the counter, he was greeted with the smile of an individual who regularly approves work that sends individuals to their death.

"Ah Cataphract Errant, did you need anything?" The polite voice asked, smile unwavering.

"Are there current contracts for goblins?"

"Goblins again I see…" Her eyes darted down to the table, her hands deftly looking through what appeared like a daily quest catalog. "Let us see…" With a quick lick of her thumb, the sound of pages of parchment being flipped to the quests today. "A local lord recently put up a contract against an encampment of goblins that has been harassing settlements on the edges of his land," Her eyes still focused on the book, she continued. "The pay is rather lucrative for a single adventurer, however, it is above your rank."

As she finishes her sentence, he lets out a quiet vocalization of amusement, easily mistakable for a cough. A mission above my rank… the first time anyone has told me that. "What rank is the quest?"

"Emerald." Her eyes darted down and then back up once more as if she was confirming. "Those with the guild ranking of Emerald or higher may take it."

"I see." He replied, his hand moving up to his chin. "Is there any way for me to take on this quest?"

"There is." She gave a nod. "You can form a party with more senior members of the guild, either temporarily or permanently."

"Any limits?"

"Guild by-laws try to limit parties to ten members maximum for standard contracts."

"If I hold the contract, do you know anyone who would be willing to temporarily form a 'party' with me?" He asked, his voice clearly showing his intention to take this quest.

A thoughtful look comes across her face before it is replaced with a seemingly more genuine smile. She looked to him, an empty piece of parchment now on the side, presumably for quick notes. "I might be able to set you up with a more senior adventurer, any criteria for whom you would like to work with?"

"I have no preference so long as they are competent."

"An understandable criterion." She puts down the quill. "I will call for you when a party member that meets your criteria arrives."

"May I read over the contract while I wait?"

"Certainly." She handed him the contract, with its authorization signature and stamp unfilled.

Taking the form, he walked away from the counter, soon returning to the spot he stood at earlier.

The quest form read as followed:

Goblin Extermination

To any adventurers of the Guild ranking within Emerald Rank, whether it be an individual or group of adventurers; Goblins in the past two weeks have become bolder.

Raiding parties of goblins have been assaulting the larger hamlets within my jurisdiction, taking not only food or peoples but now disrupting the trade within my territory. They have grown to be a nuisance now and require immediate action from the Guild. To the adventurer(s) that successfully complete this quest, 35 gold pieces shall be awarded.

He let out a puff of air as he put down the contract, not one bit surprised that the local lord did not care a bit about the smaller hamlets, but only wishing to take action after the larger disruptions had occurred.

It kind of reminded him of the whining of a senator after finding out that a freighter carrying the finest silk from Cyrene would not be arriving on time due to pirate raids.

Another couple of minutes passed before he heard his guild alias called.

Moving to the counter, he noticed the individual standing where the line would be for the Guild Girl.

"Here is a senior adventurer who also has an interest in the contract." The blonde woman gestures to the man. "This is Goblin Slayer."

"Goblin Slayer?" It was a name that was brought up once or twice around here, but he hadn't paid it much mind. This must be the local specialist then.

A quick tactical readout tells him the primitive armor he wears consists of half-plate of low quality and leather of medium quality, as well as the chainmail skillfully packed underneath. His helmet has small slits and a rather worn red plume hanging from the top. On his arm is a small, rounded shield and a rather short sword.

Any civilian would see this and think a novice, an individual who would soon find themselves laying face first in the dirt. Any true warrior would see the practicality in his armor, how his gear is perfectly arranged for his convenience in the field.

And the glint of silver at his collar does not go unnoticed. A veteran of this guild?

"Yes." The adventurer turned to him, his armor is filthy but well maintained. "You are the one with the contract?"

"This adventurer wishes to form a temporary party with you Goblin Slayer." He notices immediately that her voice has changed from the usual professional one to that is more… pleasant or contented.

"I see." The helmet slightly tilts upwards as if to get a better view of him. Although they were both in the light, this adventurers helmet made it near impossible to see within.

"Do you have experience with slaying goblins?"

"I have." A nod. "I have destroyed at least a dozen nests in the past week alone."

"I see." A simple reply, tone unchanging. "What are your skills?"

"I am proficient in both ranged and close-quarters combat, and can do a variety of other skills that are useful in the field."

The shorter of the two put his hand to the chin of the helmet as if he is thinking.

"If you believe yourself qualified, do what you wish, I will head out immediately."

"I will join you then." He responded.

"Great!" The receptionist scribes their names onto the contract. "Here is the location."

Pulling out the map labeled 'Frontier Map', she points to the area where the goblin encampment is believed nested in.

Just as the Silver-Rank had planned, they left immediately and made it to their destination in a timely manner.

Looking to the sky, they have arrived within an hour before the sun could properly set, give or take.

They quickly learned that the supposed encampment was actually ancient and decrepit fortification, one of the walls almost completely fallen whereas the others were covered with vines and large overgrowth.

Within half an hour, they found themselves tactically placed on said ridge overseeing the supposed fortifications. The two of them remained relatively concealed, crouched in the shrubbery. Hopefully the distance and cover would be enough to cover them from any goblins on watch.

Any novice would assume that they were wasting time, but recon was the most important aspect of any mission, especially with these devious and deceptive creatures.

Pulling out his electro-binoculars, he could see almost everything with clear detail. A glance over the defenses of these goblins. It was quickly revealed was an opening in the ground, most likely leading into a cave system or a mine of sorts. Where what seemed to be a stable used to be, were several animals easily identifiable as wolves, collared and tied to wooden posts.

"Around ten of them on watch. Four guarding the courtyard where the entrance to the cave is, two posted on each wall." Instinctively, his hand went to pass the electro-binoculars. "A few wolves tied to posts as well."

"Wolves?" The senior adventurer's voice held a hint of interest. "If they are training wolves, that means the nest has resources to spare." The silver-ranked adventurer told the commando.

His attention split, Goblin Slayer grabbed the item from his hand, his attention only changing to him when he was confused by said device.

"It works in the same way as binoculars… or a spyglass?" The commando explained as best as he could. He was still uncertain which technologies this planet had discovered.

"Interesting." Goblin Slayer quickly examined the item before looking through it. "Several shaman totems as well."

"Those spellcasters?" '05 turned his head to the specialist. "Rather annoying but easy enough to deal with."

"Usually." For a moment, he seemed focused on something. "Look."

He passed back the electro-binoculars back to '05. Putting it up to his helmet, he could see a small group of goblins bringing back a few women. They were bound and being carried as if it was from a successful hunt.

"Captives." What seemed like a thoughtful grunt, Goblin Slayer stood up to full height, beginning to walk back the way they came. "

"We should be able to get in without much issue."

"You got a plan?"

"Yes."

"Lead the way then."

Now within fifty feet of the collapsed wall, the goblins on guard stood idly, expressions of boredom and exhaustion plastered on them. The two of them prepared themselves, Goblin Slayer nocking an arrow in the crude bow he wielded.

"I'll take the two on the right, you the two on the left." He explained as he drew his pistols.

With a nod, their plan was set to motion.

Charging from the forest into the clearing, one shot from each of his DC-17m took down the two goblins to the right. Not stopping to deal with the goblins to the left, he could see in his peripherals that they were taken down seconds later.

Seeing the goblins on the farthest wall lift up what appeared to be a horn, '05 quickly took aim and fired, his shots hitting true as the two fell from their position on the wall.

Goblin Slayer soon ran in as well, picking up one of the now-dead goblins spears upon entry. With a masterful throw, he impaled one on the right side of the wall, soon using another one of his daggers to kill the other. "Six."

"Ten," '05 told him as his shots hit the goblins on the right wall.

The wolves now barking and snarling, the two quickly silenced them so that they would not make more noise.

Of course, the sounds of angered wolves brought the attention of a few more goblins, possibly not too far from the cave entrance.

Goblin Slayer and '05 quickly sprung into action, disposing of the recently arrived goblins.

Once certain that the goblins were dead, they moved to the entrance of the cavern.

One thing that easily impressed '05 was the sheer accuracy of this Silver Ranked adventurer's throws, his daggers either striking their necks or their skulls. He could not wonder how long he had been at this for.

"Twenty-eight." Goblin Slayer tossed his greased and bloodied-up blade on the ground, picking up a few crude spears from the dead. Soon approaching the cave entrance, he looked down into the darkness. Pulling out an unlit torch, he quickly lit it up and entered the cave.

"Into the depths, we venture." '05 activated his low-light vision on his visor as he followed the silver rank. "Since you specialize in the habits of these creatures, what are the chances of them currently having captives?"

"The chances are high." He halted as they approached a small clearing with a small group of goblins. Raising his pistols, he prepared himself to open fire. However, Goblin Slayer put his hand up to stop him. "Those are too loud, the entire nest will be on us if you use them in the enclosed space."

Holstering his pistols, he pulled out the vibro-saber from its place at his side. "Ready."

Goblin Slayer threw his torch into the center of them, beginning his assault with a javelin throw, the strength behind the throw managing to impale two of them at once. He then charged with a club at hand.

Charging forth as well, his Vibro-saber cleaved through a number of goblins in one swing, cutting through them as a knife through hot butter would. Goblin's heads and limbs flying freely as he liberally detached them from their owners. After cutting down the last in the area, blood and viscera covered his immediate battlefield, one of the many downsides to the vibrosaber. "I got sixteen of them."

"Another ten. Fifty-four goblins have been killed." Goblin Slayer tossed down another crude weapon, scavenging yet another weapon from the group. "We must continue. It is getting close to their morning."

With a nod, he followed close behind, goblins meeting a swift demise at the blade of the two of them. Occasionally they pass a totem of a shaman, and a wandering hobgoblin, but no larger groups.

"There is a three-way path ahead of us." '05 saw as clear as day in front of them, within fifty feet in front of them, the cave slowly changing from rock to ancient brick. It was odd, somewhat reminding him of the ancient structures sometimes found on worlds with storied histories. He was no architect-savant after all.

Crouching down, he focused on the bricks that composed the flooring. "Judging from the worn tile, most traffic comes from the right and out, then to the other two paths." The seasoned commando gave his professional tracking opinion.

"I'll go straight, you check out the left path then." Without further explanation, he walks towards the path straight ahead.

"Copy that." He simply replies, taking the path to the left.

Slowly making his way down the path, his ears are soon greeted with the sound of what sounded like a captive screaming in pain followed by the sounds of twisted laughter. As he reached the entrance of the room, he could see three figures taller than the rest, and a couple of smaller ones, along with many piles of waste.

The waste room… a common element in larger nests. He told himself as he scanned the room. He counted eight goblins in total; three hobgoblins and five goblins

Upon hearing a sickening crack followed by a strained and exhausted whimper and some more vile laughter from the goblins in the room, he decided to intervene, immediately bisecting one of the hobgoblins, and putting down two goblins standing right next to it.

With surprising growls and the sounds of blood gurgling to the dying goblins, they were now alerted of his presence. The goblins and hobgoblins remaining attempted to go on the offensive, to no success, soon losing limbs and ultimately meeting the same fate as every goblin that had crossed his path.

Eight. He mentally counted the heads littered across the room. Once done, he quickly rushed to the side of the captive in the room.

Much to his displeasure, he quickly realized there was little he could do for this woman. Her legs were broken, and her bare body had similar ailments common to those captured: Covered in cuts, many open wounds indicating the standard torture, and the telling signs of abuse. What made matters worse was that most of the wounds were already festering, probably exacerbated by the filthy environment.

From a field medics perspective, it was a miracle that she was even conscious, and it was evident that she was going to go into shock without immediate medical treatment. The likelihood of her survival was low, and to get her out was even lower.

But there was a chance to save her. Against his better judgment, he spoke. "Hold still, I'm going to patch you up."

Weakly turning her head to him, she shook her head, her response difficult to watch. Though she did not speak it, her eyes held the unspoken message he had seen too many times in both clones and civilians caught in the crossfire of large and dangerous missions he had partaken in.

She knew she was going to die here, and even if she lived, it would no longer be the same life she had lived before this hell.

There was only one thing he could do that would ease the suffering of this individual.

Pulling out sedatives, he filled a syringe with a lethal dose, his visor informing him of such.

Ignoring its warning he injected it into her thigh, and it was only a matter of moments before the pain from her eyes disappeared, replaced with the glazed stare.

Shutting her eyes, he let out an exhale of frustration.

This hadn't been the first time he'd done this, and he doubted it would be the last time.

"Four hobgoblins and eight goblins. Six captives, three of which were recently brought in and untouched." Goblin Slayer simply told him as he approached the cross paths of the halls. The commando focused on the silver-ranked. His body language barely revealed anything, but it was evident that he was thinking.

"Untouched?" He raised a brow from within his helmet. '05 had only taken on a handful of nests, so he wasn't entirely sure of the habits of these creatures other than their vile tendencies. Being in the presence of a specialist of these creatures, he decided to inquire. "Is that not normal?"

"No. Hm..." There was a hint of thoughtfulness in his tone as if he was trying to figure out the reasoning behind their intentions. Then he spoke once more. "Did you encounter any?"

"Yes. Three hobgoblins and five goblins." He simply reported, putting his hand on the pommel of his vibro-saber. "One captive, but she didn't make it."

"I see." He turned to look down the path where they believed the mass of them would be. The silver ranked turned down the hallway and began to walk down. Judging by his reaction, he too had most likely seen a number of captive's deaths in caves like this one.

"Let us not keep them waiting." Drawing his blade, going down the path that led to the unknown.

As they walked down the right pathway, a series of traps were laid about, none of which went unnoticed, easily avoided, or disarmed. There were many doorways along the path which led to what could be loosely described as squads of goblins resting. The two of them took great care to avoid waking them up as they stealthily killed them.

By the time they reached the end of the hallway, they had killed a combined thirty-four goblins.

There they entered the next part of this ancient structure. The roof of the cave had an opening, allowing for what he could now assume to be moonlight flood in.

The platform they stood on overlooked the rest of the room, stairwells to the left and right leading downwards. It was easy to see what could be the rest of the horde.

Glancing around, this room was much different than the rest they had been in. Crude banners hung from many areas, shaman totems having many different shapes than previously.

"No more than thirty." He pointed down to the horde, surrounding the shaman who seemed to be kneeling in front of a statue of sorts.

"The shaman is partaking in a religious initiation ceremony." Goblin Slayers' voice did not change, but the concern was easily identifiable. "I have heard some priestesses of the Earth Mother talk about these."

"How bad is this?" '05 turned to the specialist.

"If they align themselves with a deity, they'll have blessings from their patron." His head turned to scan the area. "We must interrupt it now."

"I'll handle it." Pulling out his DC-17m, he removed some parts of it almost robotically, attaching a longer barrel and scope upon it. Using some of the worn stone guard rails to rest his blaster in its sniper configuration, he zeroed in on the shaman's head. "They'll be on us in a couple of seconds, so prepare yourself."

Completely unaware of its surroundings whilst deep in prayer, the shaman never got to finish its rites.

After taking care of the captive's immediate wounds and having brought them to safety at the nearest hamlet, the two made their way back to the town on the frontier.

Although the road back was as quiet as they came, the journey back seemed a bit longer than to the location. Perhaps it was the fact that they had set up camp for the night before arriving in town.

The sun itself had only risen no higher than the tree line when they arrived at the frontier town.

As the two of them entered the Guild Hall, eyes from all around landed on them. Whispers among those present could be heard, mostly idle gossip and speculation.

None of which seemed to be of any importance to the two of them.

"Ah!" The cheery voice of the receptionist greeted the two of them. "Welcome back you two, I take it your quest is complete."

"Yes." Both replied almost in unison.

"Well, I'm glad to see the two of you return safely." She was facing the senior of the two. "Will you fill out the report now?"

"Yes." Goblin Slayer simply stated. "There were goblins."

"I see." She scribes down exactly what he stated. "Anything else?"

He looked up, putting his hand up to his chin, and then looked back at her. "Do you have goblins?"

"The new quests have not been posted yet." She tells him with a smile. "You can check in later."

"I see."

"I can complete the report." '05 turned to Goblin Slayer.

He gives a nod but says nothing.

"How would you like your pay?"

"Split equality." Goblin Slayer turns back to the receptionist. "One pouch for him."

"Very well." The receptionist pulls out a tray and scale, equally weighing the coins before placing them in a pouch. Then with a cheery smile, she presents the tray with the two pouches. "Thank you for your hard work!"

Both took their share of the pay. Goblin Slayer placing it away immediately and '05 holding onto it.

"Goblin Slayer." '05 began, getting the attention of the adventurer. "You were efficient and competent."

The helmet of the adventurer tilted.

"I would not mind hunting goblins with you again in the future." '05 plainly stated.

"Do what you will then." Goblin Slayer walked to the entrance of the guild and left.

As the doors closed, he could not help but wonder what events could lead to such a peculiar individual.

"Now Cataphract Errant," The Guild Girls' voice spoke up, breaking him from his thoughts. " Tell me about the quest you partook with our local specialist." He turned back to her, a pleasant smile on her face, and her eyes now locked onto him, more interest in his report than in previous instances. "Tea?"

He shook his head as he began to report everything that had occurred in the amount of detail one would expect from a professional. Once he finished up, he turned to leave, only to see a familiar face, with an even more familiar scar on the side of her head.

"Ah I see you're here today." It was Fencer Squire, with a smile on her face. Her hand on the pommel of her weapon. "How've you been? Keeping busy?"

"I'm fine, and I have." He simply stated, his head tilting down to look at the shorter woman. "And you?"

"I've been taking it a bit easier, a job here and there." She waved her hand nonchalantly. "Last one took a lot out of me."

"I noticed." He replied, her lips pursing at that response. "Did you need something?"

"That's a nice sword you got there, didn't see you with it before." She gestured to his side. "You know how to use it?"

"I do."

"Then how about a spar?"

...

The new masters of their old game were hospitable, showing them everything they had created from the time they left it in the 'Old Republic' as it was now called.

They had even allowed for them to roll some of their dice in events in their galaxy.

It was only fair that they should show them the new world they created.

With some convincing, Illusion managed to convince The Father to allow his children to visit their world, a feat that impressed Truth to no end.

The Daughter and The Son both took an interest in the other Celestials in this realm.

The Daughter took an interest in the Gods aligned with the light, while The Son took an interest in the Gods aligned with the dark.

The Daughter was amazed by the world they created, the light of the force flowing ever strongly, so much so that it influenced daily life. The Son was somewhat displeased with the balance of the force… it shone too brightly here, only the underground teeming with those that have the affinity for the dark side.

The balance currently favoring the light side, The Son always scheming came to Truth with a proposition. A simple gift for a champion that was worthy of finding it.

Manifesting a red pyramid that hummed with a sinister glow, Truth enthusiastically accepted it, already planning a dungeon with some of the most dangerous traps and monsters.


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