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Dogs of War
A crack of thunder rang in Uhtred's ears. In the heart of a caldera, or at least what had the aesthetic makings-of one, a series of bulwark hulls and durasteel frames, all welded together into a single, bastardized entity. By all accounts, this thing should have looked like a mess. But as he sat in a bar on a deck, or at least what was once-a deck, he had to appreciate the visage of powerful waves striking in futility against the immovable titanium hulls that made up Shipwreck Island. It was a first for him, to see someone turn a technological graveyard into a place of commerce and entertainment.
It had been some time ago, but Uhtred had heard of this place before. In fact, he'd meant to visit it long ago. Life had a way of keeping him busy, but he was glad to have finally made it. And the circumstances couldn't have been better, either. Uhtred was here, not for pleasure, but for business. He had debated long on his course of action, had drifted from indecision to apathy to resolution and back again, twice over. And with things being the way they were back on Ando Prime, there was an opportunity that wouldn't present itself again, so time was of the essence. But if he were to admit that he was fully comfortable... well, Sáldœm knew that'd taste a lie.
Clan Orosii. They were a vicious lot, even by Deucalian standards. While not traitors or deniers of their heritage, their actions over generations had led to them being somewhat unwelcome by the other clans. When the White Wolves eventually split from Deucalian society, half of them fell under the control of Clan Orosii, who rebranded their warriors as freelance mercenaries called 'the Warhounds'. Of course now, Clan Orosii made up a portion of the Warhounds, not their entirety, but they were still the leaders and found at almost every level of the organization. But like all Deucalian clans, time hadn't been overly kind to them. By now, the Warhounds were almost on the brink of becoming more like pirates than warriors, but for what it was worth, the Jarl of Clan Orosii has been managing to keep his people and his mercenaries on the path more honorable than less.
And it was that Jarl that Uhtred was awaiting now. Uhtred didn't know what he looked like, didn't knew his name... hell, he didn't even know if the Jarl was a man or a woman, a Human or a Cathar or a Trandoshan or whatever else. Were they face to face, he never have known it. But if there was anything to his offer, anything at all that the Jarl found tempting, even if just at the superficial level... then perhaps today would be the first day of change. Real-change. The GREY Shade was the first, and frankly, cheapest tavern Uhtred happened across upon arrival, and was the place where he'd set up his meeting. Still sitting at the table and staring out the window that looked out at the hurricane raging outside, Uhtred simply sat and waited for a patron that he was determined would come.
@Ecclessey