I ditched that life like they’ve ditched me, it’s really not a problem… it’s love (⚠️DNI if a minor, Im a adult. All art is made by me unless stated otherwise)
All information he knew. Nothing too much of use.
He’d need to search elsewhere then…
“I see… thanks for the info kid.”
Better pawn off this fish before they start to whine…
“Alright then… meet me in the outskirts… don’t follow me though. Find a different path”
+ maybe there’s some kinda subfaction infighting she doesnt know about… every dome is different
“Helped her at the bakery a couple times, did some deliveries… her work is a little popular in my bunker…”
He smirked. Rookies always got that look.
“Oh I know… kinda a pain but ain’t important.”
Before sealing the deal… he just needed one more thing.
“Now tell me… what do you know about the Octoling? Any information is good… I gotta bring more news than just bakery work”
+ privacy, she stands at attention again, heart racing in her chest, there must be some catch right?
No. dont overthink it, the goods are right there…
“Yeah, I’ll do it.
I’ll meet you there, I’ll do the job.”
“I have about 5 of them zaps… you know what I’m talking about. I’ll hand em’ over outside this city…”
To stir the zapfish he clicked his heels making a certain sound. Small flashes of light could be seen under the trench coast before they settled.
“That will be your ticket”
His tendrils reach out and count the cash. Yup… good enough.
“Atta girl… alright you just gotta do a delivery. Head back to the domes… they’ll be needing this”
Looking around, making sure no one was going to see this.
No one in sight but one can’t be too careful.
She gives the octarian salute before heading off! She certainly has the cash to buy the goods…
But she doesnt have an ID that works in town, purchase denied…
Instead, she returns with enough cash ready to get him a pack, offering it up.
“This should cover a pack for you…”
“See ain’t that better gettin’ truth out? Tell ya what I’ll strike ya a deal”
Pulling out his last cigarette he lights it, using his tentacles like a whip to do so.
“Buy me another pack of these and I’ll give ‘em a good reason to hire ya”
She sighs and straightens her stance, more at attention and likely more familiar
“I’ve outlasted two full squads of failures and deserters in field…
They decided it wasnt worth all my effort, I was fired…
But I’m still willing to help and do my part as soon as they let me.”
A roll of his eyes. He’s been around too many liars enough to hear bullshit.
“Come on now… ain’t wise to lie to your elders…”
Spitting out his spent cigarette he cuts the light off with a stomp.
“Considerin’ the uniform you either just ran from the domes or got fired”
“Not on a mission currently… and just keeping myself out of the domes…”
She looks away, uncomfortable and not wanting to admit she’s been discharged…
“Decided to put my ear to the ground, blend in, grab info ‘till I’m needed…”
This one had information. Excellent.
“Yeah… word I’ve picked up is a bakery… I waited outside all day ain’t see the little lady…”
Though one thing bothered him.
“I must say though… what brings you here alone? Don’t remember an order given out…”
That’s Umiko alright.
She just bunked with her, maybe reuniting her with this father figure would be a good way to pay her back!
“Ooh, I know that one,
She works not too far off, here in town.”
Another intake with his cigarette.
“I’m her teacher… taught her when she was just a scrap…”
One of his tentacles shuffle inside his coat and pulls out a photo.
“She hasn’t wrote home so can’t blame her pops worrin’ for her…”
Yep. Definitely some kind of agent. she crosses her arms…
“Small pink octarian?
Doesnt narrow it down too much in town but I’ve seen a couple.
Why you need to find her?”
“You could say that….”
It was nice to see something familiar here.
“I’m looking for soldier… a very specific one. Number 15874. If numbers ain’t your forte then it’s a small octoling… possibly pink but I ain’t sure if the lass changed it…”
she uncovers her ears and adjusts her goggles, looking up to the other
“Must be some intense work to have you like that…”
Squinting behind her goggles, She hasnt seen someone quite like this before…
“Oh-?! and who are you to-“
A… Solider?
“Oh- pardon…”
Annoyingly he takes a puff from his cigarette. Nearly out, he needed to stop by some shop soon.
“Listen I’m doing work kid… as unprofessional as that scream was”
Bringing any sort of justice to Octolings or Octarians. Wether that be supplies, fighting off enemies, defending or even taking back the surface.
He may just die that way. Or old age))