The Tale of the Shifter blog - Kage.Ookami

OK, this is NOT fan fic of any kind, this is all me. i got kinda bored with my other two (which there is a bit more of them already written, I'll post them at some point, and move around the three, posting as i write more.)

In a dark room, a man readies for the coming day. First, he makes sure all his firearms are ready, then grabs the sharpest of each type of blade he uses. After putting on the rest of his gear, he dons his environment helmet and locks the seals on it, he makes his way to his sand colored Grav bike, and starts it. It's zero-G engine starts, and a high pitched whine builds to a low rumble as it slowly lifts off the ground, the generator making the room fill with a dark blue glow. After it gets to it's full hight, he taps a button on his right forearm, making a large door open in front of him, then his taps another to make his face plate on his helmet shift from clear as glass to tinted orange, shielding his eyes from the harsh sun and blocking the view of his face from the outside. He cranks back on the throttle, and jet out into the desert before him....

[this is where the big title is...says The Tale of the Shifter in big letters...and stuff...]

Looking down at the desert below, Larin wonders what adventures await her on this backwater world called Despar Two, she thinks off all the great quests and legends she read about through her childhood, ones her father told her as a young girl, which all happened in some place such as this. Just two months ago, she asked her parents for money to go on a trip, to see what all there is to see. As a wealthy high class family, they gave the money to her without a second thought, but they started to show her booklets and brochures for vacation worlds, and when she mentioned Despar Two, they were shocked. First they begged her to go somewhere safer, then when that didn't work, offered bodyguards, and after that, finally gave in to her requests. They let her go with the ideas that she check in once a week, and that she try not to get in trouble. On the way here, in all the space ports, in the mess halls of the ships, all over, she heard of the Shifter of Despar Two, a living legend like the one from her stories, and it became her goal to meet this person. She heard tales of how he or she were known for taking from the rich criminals on the world, and giving it to those in need, of how they would appear all over the world, some times in just a single day.

The ship lands, either it's age or the pilot's lack of skill showing in the way it seemed to pound onto the sandy ground, but the loud speaker crackles to life, almost as if to correct her thoughts,

“This is the captain speaking, sorry about that thud, we had to land quickly because of a coming sand storm. Don't worry, it won't effect unloading if we hurry it up, but it we really didn't want to be caught in that while in the air.” he chuckles a bit. “Welcome to Despar Two, such a lovely little place.”

It clicks off as she grabs her bag and leaves the ship. As she walks through the port, she looks out a window, seeing the storm, a strange mix of a coming wave and a moving wall of darkness, and watches as the ships all are lowered into the ground, to what she guesses is a hanger to protect them from the effects of the storm. Moments before the storm hits, blast shields raise to cover the windows, and she hears it hit. The way she jumped from the sound must have been like a signal, because what seems like half the people around her start to move her way, those within ear shot offering weather gear, food, or or other goods and services, all at prices that only a tourist could be tricked into paying. A large man walks over, acting like he knows her, which seems to scare off the group trying to sell their wares, and after they are gone, she looks up at him. “Thank you so much, they were really starting to bother me.” he rubs his chin and looks back at her in a way that makes her wish for the mob back, “Not a problem for a pretty little thing like you...” She swings her bag over her shoulder, “Ummm...I really must be going now...bye.” and walks off as fast as she can without running. After stopping to get some food, she gets mobbed again, something about her must be showing them she is new. Another man comes over with a large bag and sits across from her, then speaks in a low voice,

“If you want them to stop, you may want to get some clothes that don't look as new. Those just scream of offworlder.” He points to a shop across from the food stand, “That is a good place to get some, if you want, I can go with you so they don't try to pull something funny.” She finishes the mouthful she had while nodding.
“Yes please.”
“Alrighty.”
He leans back and reads something off a small device, then stands when she does, and they walk to the store he pointed to before. One of the mob from before pops up in front of them and taps the man on the chest.
“You know wastelander, you have your ways of making a living, and we have ours, stay out of it.”
He grabs the seller's finger,
“If you know I am a wastelander, as you so kindly put it, you know I am not one to go tapping the chest of...”
Larin hears a quiet snapping sound, either the peddler's joint popping or even one of the bones in it breaking, either way, his face is one of pain. The dealer swings a leg up at the wastelander, but he drops his case, the floor shaking when it hits, then grabs the dealer's leg midair.

“You see, all I was trying to do was help this kind offworlder not be bugged as much by the likes of you, but now you've gone and made it MY problem.”
The wastelander lets go of both the hawker's finger and leg, then slams a palm against his torso, knocking the wind out of him, and pushing him so hard he slides on his back across the floor for a few meters. The peddler gets up and walks slowly away, probably to wait for the next offworlder. They walk into the store, and the cashier greets him like old friends. He points back at her,
“Make sure she gets all she needs. Evo helmet, sand cloak, the lot of it. And get her stuff to look more local, the hawks are bugging her a lot.”
He waves to the cashier and walks out of the store. Larin calls after him,
“I didn't catch your name!”
He waves over his shoulder, not even turning around, “I didn't throw it.”
She goes back in to pick out her gear, thinking about what kind of adventures really await her....

[Tis all i have for now, more coming]