Capítulo 3: Space Dock Xa1
'Status!' Jezebel thought. The darkness behind his eyelids interrupted by an informational screen.
"Name: Jezebel
Race: Human/Arythian
Level: 4
Strength: 15 Agility: 12 Survivability: 16 Intelligence: 20
Health: 120 Stamina: 120 Magic: 10
Skills Known: CQC Basics, Primal Rage, Berserk, Universal Translation"
Jezebel was shocked! He'd never seen something as complex as the human body, explained by a simplistic screen. Before he was able to inquire about his unfamiliar skills, his body broke down from fatigue.
The violent rumble of the engines of the ship roused him from his slumber. Ags gave him a short greeting, [Rise and shine Jez! It is now 17:30 universal standard time. We have initiated the docking procedure with Space Port XA1. Feel free to walk about the ship as we dock.] Ags stopped talking. He was left to his own devices and had begun to wander around the small and empty ship. He passed by a terminal showing information and statistics on his way to the main room. He decided to activate the rooms hard holoprojector and read a book.
Arriving in the main room, he sat down and began to read the holocopy of his favorite book to pass the time. An hour passed before Ags accessed the ships P.A. system and alerted Jezebel that docking had been completed. "Hey Ags, this is the port outside Xanodros right?" He asked.
[Yes it is, Jez. Any more questions?] replied Ags, with the same modulated and silvery tone as usual.
"I actually do, Ags. Everything went by so fast yesterday. I just have three questions. Why am I so calm? I actually killed someone yesterday. And, what is with these skills? Berserk? Primal Rage? Please explain them to me as best as you can.
[Well Jez... those are some great questions. I suppose I'll answer your question about calmness first since that's all we have time for. I actually modulate your neurotransmitters, so you'll always be in a sound state. That's why you're so calm right now.]
"And what about whenever I became so violent back on Digeos? Was that you too?"
[I'll answer that later, Jez. You've got to get yourself a shuttle to the planet's surface! Now if you excuse me, I've breached the ports system and have to mark us as having permission to be here.] Ags finished the conversation over the P.A. and went back to marking the ship as permissible. he wondered about all the information he's had little chance of absorbing. Over and over again in his head, he attempted to soak it in. Being the royal descendant of a now extinct monarchial galactic civilization? He was completely unable to understand how something like this happened to him. But, perhaps due to his own nature, or the neurotransmitter adjusting from Ags, he was able to accept it, at least for now.
Jezebel stepped off the stolen pirate's ship and entered into the transport tube towards the main hall of the space station. He passed all manner of foreign and familiar ship designs. The curves and elegance of an Elari Destroyer rendered feelings of awe into Jezebels' heart. The tube continued into the grand hall, the main terminal of the spaceport. Thousands of all kinds of species were milling about, wandering the spaceport to their destinations. Elari aliens with their azure skin and thin, agile bodies could be seen gathered around the station's information station. Security forces with a mishmash of aliens and humans could be seen patrolling, keeping the peace. It was a grand sight, but Jezebel headed towards the one place he knew best. The food stalls. Everywhere he had ever been, the small places to eat food at were best for learning local knowledge, and local foods. He had always been an eater, ever since his father brought him to another world.
He arrived at the food area of the station, long lines of stalls could be seen, with an indescribable cacophony of beautiful smells and sounds. His mouth watered at an incredulous pace. He licked his lips and got right to picking out a stall. He wandered about until he found a stand he'd observed to be serving local food. "Serving Fried Johniakar!" a sign above the stall read. The food in the oil slightly wriggled, the golden brown exterior covering a purple-skinned fish. It was fairly flat, about 2 and a half centimeters thick, with edible fins and a round body. It looked suspiciously like a dinner plate, but he ignored this as he paid for a serving. He overheard a conversation as he sat down in the nearest chair.
"Come on man, just grab the Elari girl and go!"
"Dude come on! They're slippery bastards... Got her!"
Jezebel overhears this and watches the two hooded men grab and wrap a girl in a cloak, walking away at a leisurely pace to not attract attention. He didn't pay this much mind until a message popped into his vision.
"Mission Received: Save the Elari Girl!
Rewards: Melee Weapon Basics, Knife Throwing Basics (Given when you encounter the men)"
Jezebel had started to chase after the men after receiving this mission. The two men ran, and Jezebel followed at a similar speed. The men barged through the crowd as he followed them. Jezebel had quickly caught up to the men, he cornered them in an alley with a dead end. One of the two men took out a dynosteel knife and rushed towards him. The man quickly came towards him, the knife was in a position to stab Jezebel in the stomach. Jezebel allowed the man to come within arm's length, then he grabbed his wrist and dragged the man towards him. He grabbed the mans knife, followed by a forceful straight punch into the man's face as he stumbled. The man fell towards the ground with a loud thud, and he was knocked out. Jezebel took a look at the knife, and at the second man in front of him. "Y-you son of a bitch! I'll kill you!" the second man yelled. He tossed the bundled-up Elari girl to the side and started to pull out a firearm. Jezebel observed this and quickly tossed out his knife, it hit the man in the forehead. A jet of blood burst from the man's head as he fell backward toward the ground, a gruesome sight.
The man lay dead on the ground, a pool of blood slowly formed around his corpse. In the corner of the alley, the Elari girl in her ragged cloak struggled against her bindings. Jezebel walked towards the cloaked girl and picked her up whilst he untied her bindings. The girl stopped her struggle when she felt she was being untied. Her azure skin, wide eyes, and slim frame greeted Jezebel. She looked no more than nine years old. He was appalled, who would attempt to abduct a girl? The pair exchanged no words as he brought her outside of the alley, and informed a nearby security officer that he discovered a corpse.
Jezebel brought the girl back to where he had begun to eat, his plate still there. He sat the girl down and offered her some food. The girl took a short look at the plate, then scarfed down the food within seconds. He was surprised but even more surprised as she began to talk.
"Tromd aeui qarae kicr kur rakciems ka, ker." She said in a respectful manner. Jezebel didn't understand her, but he replied anyway.
"No problem girl, got a name?" Jezebel replied in a roguish way.
"It is Jean Quincy Klarranti the Fourth of Her Name. Feel free to call me Jean, sir." He was surprised, she quickly switched from whatever language she was originally speaking, to the common tongue. But then he realized, it was due to his universal translation system. He continued his conversation.
"So Jean, what were those men trying to do?"
"Well good sir, I do believe they were trying to abduct me. It's not the first time it's happened."
"What the hell do you mean it's not the first time it's happened?" His brows furrowed
"Well, I'm next in line to become the Queen of the Elari. It is sort of in my name"
"Well, I'm not exactly well-versed within the royal succession of the Elari Kingdom Miss Jean."
"Just call me Jean, now, do you have a name, sir?"
"Jezebel. Though my friends to happen to call me Jez."
"Well, sir Jez. I have a few questions. First, how do you speak Elarian?"
"I speak many languages. Back where I grew up, I was known as 'The Universal Translator'."
"Fair enough sir, now, a second and final question. Are you willing to be in my employ?"
"What for, miss Jean?"
"I've been looking for a bodyguard while I'm on the surface of Xanodros. Someone who could block some attempts on my life by my sisters."
"Mission Received: Serve as the bodyguard of the Elarian Princess!
Rewards: Payment, Bodyguarding skills, Firearms Handling Training (received when onboard royal ship), Information about hidden weapons on Xanodros (To be received when on the planet), [HIDDEN UNTIL COMPLETE].
Do you accept?: Yes or No:"
The mission screen once again popped up, and I accepted.
"Well, miss Jean. I do believe I'm your man. So, how shall we get down to the surface of the planet? And more importantly, why do you wish to go there miss?"
"Th-there is something I must get there. We'll be down there for a month. Let me worry about transport down."
Jean avoided the question, she raised Jezebel's suspicions, but he decided to just wait for further information to appear.
"Alright miss, it does appear that I am now in your employ. I shall guard you with my life."
"Well sir Jez, it's the least I could do. You already saved my life once. I suppose that you could work for me, get some good pay. Albeit temporarily."
"Yes, miss. Where to? What is your current itinerary?"
"Let's just head back towards my ship. We have a private royal craft which can take us down to the surface. However, I do believe you should clean up a bit. No matter, I have some servants who can see to that."
Jezebel looked down, he was dressed in what could boil down to rags. Torn, dirty, clearly just out of a fight. His originally clean t-shirt had tears and holes. It was stained brown and slightly red in the more hidden areas. Jean began to walk away, and he quickly caught up.
An hour later, Jean and Jezebel had finally arrived at the currently docked Elari Destroyer. On the side, displayed prominently in gilded writing, "Tra Horkr Meksrakk" The lettering slowly changed until it read "The Harsh Mistress" in his vision. He and Jean walked around the ship until the reached a secret side entrance. She walked up and allowed a scanner to verify her identity. "Welcome Back, Miss Jean Quincy Klarranti the Fourth of Her Name, where do you need to be transported?" the AI onboard the ship asked.
"Just bring me back to my room, and send in a butler or two. I've hired a new bodyguard." Jean replied, with her royal tone.
"Alright m'lady. Would you like to register your new employee with the ship?"
"I do believe I shall. He is ready. Oh, make sure to scan his body dimensions for a new set of clothes. He's going to need them."
"Of course m'lady! Now sir, please step up to the scanner."
Jezebel walked up to the scanner and allowed the light to flow over his body. It trawled slowly, from the top of his head down to his feet. A few seconds had passed, and it finished.
"Please state your full name, to complete the registration process!"
"Jezebel Vince Mahon"
"The registration is complete! Welcome to the employ of Jean Quincy Klarranti the Fourth of Her Name! Please enter the grav-lift to be taken to her quarters."
They both entered the grav-lift and were whisked away to Jean's private quarters. As they walked in, an older butler greeted them. "Hello, M'lady, and sir Jezebel. Your new clothes are ready. Please follow me, sir Jezebel."
He followed the butler and was led to a private room, where he changed his clothes. The butler described them to him.
"Your clothes have basic bullet and laser resistance and are specifically tailored to fit your 6"2' frame. It's mostly black, with a white undershirt and a discrete shoulder holster for your service weapon which we will provide. The suit has also been tailored to be able to act as active camouflage and an energy shield in a pinch. That's the blue highlights in your suit jacket."
"Thanks for the information sir, anything else I should know?"
"Yes, we'll also be providing you a set of sunglasses, that act as a heads up display, interfacing with your suit and weapon. The weapon we are providing is a CQB-787 Absalom, a small Plasma Machine Pistol. on the inside of your jacket, are 5 magazine holders. Now, get back out to our young miss, and begin your job!"
The butler finished their conversation, handing him the small pistol and sunglasses. The pistol glowed with a blue hue, it's elegant white sides had shocked Jezebel. It emits no heat, yet it gave off an extremely cold feeling, and it chilled him to the core. He stored it in his holster and sauntered back to Jean in her room. She had also changed, she was in a basic graphic tee with jeans, she played on some sort of device to pass the time. The butler announced Jezebels' arrival, and she looked up.
"Ready to go, sir Jez? I'm ready to head down to the surface. Hopefully, we won't run into my sisters on the way."
"I do believe I'm ready, miss Jean," Jezebel replied in a respectful and elegant tone.
"Excellent! Let us hurry to the surface of Xanodros!"
Jezebel and Jean left her quarters, headed towards the royal transport craft.
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