The Recollection Of Meira
So that was how the whole thing started. To make a long, drawn out, and
ridiculously boring story short, I was accepted into the Hunters' Guild, and
given a Purplenum section ID, to go with my locker at the check room. So, I
reported back to that sassy checkroom lady, and told her to put all of Randon's
stuff in my locker.
After all, of that, I sat down at a cafe to eat some lunch, and examine the
equipment that the Hunters' Guild had supplied me with. A new frame and a
scrappy Photon Saber. The Saber actually looked like it'd been recovered from a
thousand hunters before me. Glad to see that it evidently served them well-- I'd
hoped that it would serve me a bit better.
I put the saber away, and looked up from my burger and at the electronics
shop across the street. A large android with a head shaped like some deranged
vehicle's antenna came out carrying a large bag full of what I can only imagine
was probably spare parts. Why is it that whenever you're looking at someone,
they somehow know that you're committing this heinousness, and immediately look
back at you? For reasons that I would discover just a few minutes later, the
walking barge clunked and clanked its way across the street, and sat down across
"Hello there," it said to me.
I held up a finger, and hurriedly finished the bite I'd taken. "Hello..." I
said back to it. Had I known this guy already, I probably would've said
something more like, "Go away!" or maybe "How ya doin'?" At this point, I really
only wanted to know what he wanted from me.
"That a new section ID?" he asked. I guess it must've been extra shiny, in
I started taking the defensive. "Yes. Why?" I replied.
He finally set down his bag, which rattled as it settled its weight on the
concrete, and nearly tipped its contents out. He said, "Well, I've been in the
business for a while, and I figure that I might show you the ropes. If you're
willing to run around on the planet with a RAcast, that is. My name's Zeirom, by
the way. What's yours?"
At this point, I took his offer for granted, and became a little friendlier.
I told him, "My name's Meira. I suppose you'd consider me to be a new hunter. I
just got my section ID, today... But I used to live with a HUmar, so I know a
bit. I think." I nerded out. "Anyway, I suppose I could use some help. After
all, in this business, the best thing you can have is a friend. A walking
armored tank certainly looks good on the guest list. I mean... You're certainly
BIG enough to be called a tank."
I could have sworn that he smirked at this point. Except that, his face never
was articulated very well. "You think I'm big?" he asked. Just then, his bag
tipped over, and the neon-green breastplates for a female android fell out. We
both looked. I looked back at him. He looked back at me. Again, his face isn't
articulated very well, but nonetheless, his chin-piece moved down, opening his
mouth, as if intended to reveal a set of grinning teeth, which was never there.
That sort of embarrassed grin.
After lunch, we went to the Hunters' Guild in the Viridia section. Yeah, I
remembered this deck, and I remembered that irritating slut behind the Guild
desk in this section, too. For the sake of civility in front of my new friend, I
decided to ignore my past experiences with her, and pretended that I didn't know
her. About that time, another android stepped up. This one was just as tall, if
not taller, but not quite so bulky. Sleeker. This one was built for speed, I
just knew it.
The only thing about this android was that I swear he was having a huge
spazz-attack, or something. Very hyperactive, and constantly chanting the word,
"KILL!" He approached us, and suddenly was able to contain himself for a moment.
"Hello, Zeirom. How are you, today?" he said. That guy freaked me out. His
sudden stop was almost as startling as his sudden appearance.
Zeirom turned his oblong head at the sleeker android, who I eventually
figured out was a HUcast. "I'm doing as well as can be expected, Dragoon. Have
you met Meira?" he said. I almost wished he hadn't.
It was at that point that Dragoon jerked his head in my direction. After
eyeing me for a moment, he slowly began to lean toward me. He lifted a hand, and
poked my forehead, just before a sudden quick movement toward me that made me
jump. He kept moving around me, until he had me backed up in a corner. His blunt
face moved up and down, inches from my body, and every time he moved his head,
the rest off his own body had to exaggerate the movements. I swear, if he had a
nose, he would've been sniffing me. Finally, after an unreasonably long time, he
backed off. He looked at Zeirom and said, "She's alive! Flesh!"
I didn't give Zeirom an opportunity to speak. "Of COURSE I'm alive, you
aluminum monkey! I would've SLAPPED you, if I thought I could've done it without
hurting myself!" I said. Truthfully, it was about the point at which he said
that I'm alive that I would've had the nerve to slap him. Before that, he just
scared the begeezers out of me.
Zeirom shook his head, and in doing so, reminded me very much of an
old-fashioned radar. "Let's just take a mission from the guild, and head down to
Ragol," he said. Dragoon at that point emit a noise, which I can only describe
as chilling, but somehow resembled the words, "MOP-UP," though quite urgently,
and even to the point of sounding unnaturally excited.
Zeirom talked to the woman behind the desk with the unreasonably low-cut
shirt collar. What exactly he said to her, I wasn't sure, because I stopped
paying attention, looking out the window at the planet, and half watching
Dragoon's reflection, to make sure that he didn't try anything.
After a moment, a soldier walked in, and told us, "I'm a lieutenant in the
32nd WORKS division of the Pioneer 2 outer space task force." I instantly lost
respect for the poor guy. "Pioneer 2's army is ill-equipped, so we ask hunters
to help out. I received the council's order to go to Ragol to do some research.
So I want your help. Sweep the forest around the Dome for monsters, then I'll
send my unit. The mission will start in 5 minutes. Finish your duties before the
mission starts. I admit that our soldiers are too weak. Good luck." Who is this
council, anyway? In any case, Dragoon ran off for the teleporter as soon as the
lieutenant mentioned the forest around the Dome. Just needed to know where to
go, I guess. Zeirom thanked the man for the wish of good luck, and he and I both
went to the checkroom to retrieve our MAGs.
Down on the planet, the skirmish began. Finally, a chance to try out this
rickety old photon saber. A couple good whacks felled a Booma, so I figured it
was good enough for the time being. Dragoon and I rushed ahead, while Zeirom
stayed back, and shot at things over our shoulders and between our legs.
Dragoon was insane on the battlefield. He'd pull out a sword, slash down five
boomas with a single strike, then pick up their remains, and throw them at the
on-coming wolves. It was strange, though. With each thing he killed, he became
progressively more-- oh, what's the right word. Stoic. I guess that works. He
became progressively more stoic. He was calming. With each thing he ripped apart
with his bare hands, he became just that much more calm and his rage cooled by
that much. After a while, his ear-busting chants of, "KILL! DEATH! HURT! CAUSE
INNUMERABLE PAIN!" became seemingly out of place.
When it was all said and done, Dragoon had calmed extensively. He no longer
darted around with the consistency that makes random number generators a popular
tool, his stride was relaxed, and even his metallic voice became almost
comforting. It was like he was someone else entirely. I knew it was too good to
be true, though.
Back in the Guild, Dragoon went to collect his reward. As I walked in to pick
up my reward as well, I overheard him talking to the secretary. "Hey," he said,
"No offense but," I could see the lady start to back away, "I want to
KIIIIIIIIIIILLLLL you!" I slapped my forehead. Dragoon continued, "It's nothing
personal, and I won't, it's just.... I want to KIILLLL you! Not that this is
uncommon, I want to kill everything I see..." He rambled on like that for a few
more minutes. Finally, the secretary gave him his money, and he left. She was
happy to see me, after having to deal with that.
On my way out, I watched Zeirom walk up to her, and accept his reward. He
leaned over the counter, and spoke as if there were a microphone in her shirt.
"I'd like to accept my reward." With a few choice words, the secretary pushed
him back to the other side of the counter, and gave him his meseta. The massive
RAcast pointed at her as he stepped away, made a clicking noise, and jerked that
pointing finger of his, before joining me in the teleporter, back to the lobby.