Thread: Neon Shadows.  (Alpha and Touch Of Temperament)

Max still felt groggy from the cryo nap. The tech said it was a common side effect of long term deep freeze. He had been sentenced to two hundred and fifty years in a dark, cold cube, according to what he had been told in the small, cramped holding room it had been half of that. That his sentence had been purchased by Deltaware Cybernetics and that he was now property of the company, an agent of their corporate warfare branch. The skinny bastard in the I'll fitting suit had smiled through his teeth when he'd explained the terms the contract to Max, that in exchange for his service he could earn his freedom, that once the company had decided the terms of his contract had been fulfilled he would given the option to stay on as an agent of Deltaware with a competitive salary or he would be free to seek employment elsewhere. If at any point prior to the completion of the contract he was to act in anyway not befitting of an anger of the Company he would be terminated through the small explosive implanted in his skull. Part of him had wanted to reach across the table right then and there to throttle the life out of the sleezy little salary man, see if the implant could be triggered before he chocked the life of him. He decided against it. As much as slavery rubbed him the wrong way it was better than going back on ice. In the day and a half since then he had done his best to catch-up with the rest of the world and adapt to the cybernetic modifications they had plugged into him before he was revived, part of the contract stated the company didn't need their consent to start plugging shit into his body. The Augmented Reality HUD took him the longest to adapt to, information cosntantly being streamed across his field of bison, information on the people he was passing, reviews for stores he passed. Once he figured out how to control what info he saw it made his life much easier. History had been a whole different kettle of fish. Trying to gleam even a fraction of everything that had happened since he had gone under was a dizzying experience, one Max decided was best left til he needed to do it. It had been a whirlwind after leaving the prison, being dragged off to a tailor for fitting on several suits before being handed a duffle bag stuffed with clothing and shoved onto an expensive star crusier and given little intel beyond a trip itinerary on a sheet of paper telling him where do go once the cruser reached it's destination. He leaned against the railing of his suits balcony, staring out past towering hotel blocks framing a sky cast purple by the setting sun. A warm breeze ruffled his dark hair, carrying the sent of salt water as it stole away the trail of smoke from his cigarette towards the horrizon. An envelope icon blinked to life in the corrner of his HUD, a message from whoever was pulling his strings with further instructions. Hotel lounge. 15 minutes. Reservation under Jones. He rolled his eyes and snuffed out the cigarette into crystal ashtray sitting in a low tabe of some expensive looking wood and turned on his heels to stride back into the lavishly decorated room. The suits he had been fitted for had been waiting in the room when he arrived, two light coloured linen ones and one proper tuxedo with a selection of shirts that he had to admit looked very good on his tall, broad frame. He selected the tan suit with a light blue shirt to wear to the bar, for going a tie and leaving the top button open before catching the elevator down. One of the locals, a stalky grey skinned humanoid greeted him from behind a podium as he entered the bar, a forest of brilliant marble colloums filled the space behind him, mingling with the tables. Welcome sir. How may I help you? Reservation for Jones. The host nodded and collected two menus from his stand before gesturing to Max to follow him, leading him through the tables and collums into a high domed amphitheatre ringed with private booths and setteled the menus atop a pristine white table cloth. I will bring your companion once they arrive. He said, proving what Max assumed was his species version of a smile but looking more like a pained grimice.