Thread: Yu-gi-oh 5Ds: Rise of Darkness and Corruption (Athene/ImaginaryMuse & Razgriz)

Hotsuma Sosuke Oboro Easy living, this wasn't. Not for anyone living in the Old Satellite District. Especially since that asshat Rex Goodwin suddenly started a massive recruiting campaign, effectively doubling the number of street officers and giving them even more power to keep the 'undesirables' out of New Domino City. Something that made the already tense situation even worse thankfully though, Satellite was by and large abandoned by any of the snobs. Which meant plenty of hiding places, even though the number of beat cops seemed to restrict this. Much like others, they were sick of the mistreatment. The beatings and the unauthorized arrests, and as such, one man started a small movement One that would focus Security's aggressive tactics to himself. Naturally this made him a bigger target, but he knew these streets better than most, and used his knowledge of the terrain to set up waypoints so that people could get in and out of trouble safely. But to him it was worth it Sector Security was getting too full of themselves, and Hotsuma's group - the Disciples - were one of the few that dared to openly challenge them. Meaning everyone under his 'command' was a fairly seasoned Duelist and exceptionally good at generally messing with the officers on the streets. More than once, they had kept Sector busy while someone who was about to be arrested made a getaway. Or even if a hideout that someone had set up was about to be raided, they were there. Even still, these days camaraderie was hard to come by, and without a more long-term solution it was clear the Disiciples would be squeezed. Thankfully, someone else knew how to run a refugee operation, someone he didn't expect...And from there a deal was struck. In return for safe haven for the few members he had, they would bring supplies and generally occupy most of Sector's time and efforts by confronting them on the clear opposite side of Satellite. Today, however, they were moving a decent supply of food, one that would keep Yomi well-stocked for a month or two Mostly dry goods like rice and noodles, and canned soup, but they'd even managed to score some day-old produce and meat. It wasn't easy, but his buddy Yamichi was a whiz with electronics and used a scrapped coolant cycler to form a sort of portable refrigeration box on wheels. Especially easier since they found an old motorcycle that they could use...Meaning Sector was unknowingly donating some of its fuel reserves to fund the underground operation. Hotsuma moved with his crew, using the plethora of alleyways and avoiding any Sector patrols as they pushed onward. Surprising to some given his height of six-foot-three and fairly large frame for most guys in Satellite, accentuated by the navy blue jacket he worebut he moved well nonetheless. Much as he wanted to just go and jump some of those shit-head officers. He could still remember the day he was tossed back into the Satellite. His older brother Miyamoto tried to get him from the depths of Crash Town into New Domino when he was a kid...The plan failed, and he was taken from Hotsuma, now serving a life sentence at the Facility. And to this day, the necklace he wore was one defining feature of his character Inside the holder was a copy of Dark Magician Girl, the only thing he had to remember his brother by. And he took up the name 'Sosuke' after his late father, helping to conceal his identity even further...And one day he would get his brother out. That much he swore to himself. Naturally, the members of his new gang - The Disciples - ridiculed him for even owning such a card. Comments that had earned them more black eyes and busted faces than they would ever admit. But he couldn't worry about that now...Especially since the one that ran this place was going to be more than surprised by what they would giving to them. This was more than just a week's worth and he intended to talk with Yukio about the arrangements. After all, it wasn't his people he was risking. They approached the warehouse from the North side, where they could load the goods from the loading doors and either go inside to rest or buzz the fuck out. Last thing they needed was this place getting compromised, hence the larger than usual delivery. An olive branch, as the old saying went. Hotsuma's hand knocked three times on the corrugated metal, the slab shaking a little before a signature 'Fick' told him the lock was undone true to its nature, the 'Condemned' sign was still hanging proudly on it. And Sector didn't think to check a building that still had caution tape hanging all over the place...Soon enough, Yajime's face peeked under the door, his face lighting up as he took in the sight. Sosuke, man, Yukio's gonna have a fit! he exclaimed, Hotsuma nodding You can gawk later Sector goons are still crawling around out here. So let us in, yeah? Moments later, Hotsuma's ragtag team helped hoist the shipment while his runner stashed the bike in a side-alley. Hey, Yukio...Hope you don't mind a surplus seems we got lucky this time around! Hotsuma told the leader, removing the dark shades that hid his gunmetal-gray eyes to finally see real light. Man, I gotta take these off more often... he muttered, turning his attention back to the young man. My guys and I are probably going to crash here for a day or two, let the heat die down. Hope that's no trouble...But you and I, we need to talk. That last bit seemed definitely in a concerning tone, himself trying to tell Yukio the gravity of the situation without sparking too much of a upstir around here.