<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="color: red">Systems Check. . . . Bio-signs: Stable. . . Atmospheric regulator: Online. . . HUD: Online. . . Condition: Stable. . . Life Support Systems: Online...</span> Drake ran through this routine every time he put on his suit. Custom tailored...in a sense...to help him survive. "Run capability check."  <span style="color: red">Offensive systems check: Combat Visor- Online . . . Thermal Visor- Online . . . X-Ray Visor- Online . . . Infrared Visor- Online . . . Night Visor- Online . . . Grapple Beam- Online. . .  Defensive systems check: Negatron Shield- Functional . . . Shielding- Operational . . .</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Drake had a complicated life over the past few cycles. After he met up with that bounty hunter who gave him parts for his suit, and who dropped him here on Talon VII, he had to take on odd jobs to get money. It wasn't that great of a life...until he became an assassin.  Once he demonstrated his skill for a few of the richer, higher-ups of the capitol, Drake amassed a nice sum of money and armaments. His personal favorites were his sniper and plasma pistols. Concentrated plasma bolts left little trace besides the bullet hole, and if he turned up the dial, he could eliminate evidence with the heat from a larger blast. Because each client wants to continue to use his services, nobody sends anyone to kill Drake, which is fine by him. The less people worry about his job, and more about the results, the more he would get paid. And eventually he could get off this planet.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Drake finished running diagnostics on his suit, attached his guns to their holsters, and placed his knife in the hidden section of his suit. The suit itself was a semi-sentient organism, as it would respond to Drake's wants and needs before he thought them. Right now it was lighting up his suite, and as he stepped outside into the light from the two suns, the suit dimmed its lights and rose the protective screen over his visor. The cityscape was one he had seen many times from many angles. He lived towards the center, where the buildings were largest and tallest, and overlooked the rest of the capitol. In fact, on the 253rd floor of the Jfergro (pronouncd Fir gee ro) building was Drake's suit. From the balcony, he activated the anti-gravity boosters which would slow his descent as he stepped off the edge and dropped toward the market square a half mile away.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Assuming his clock was right, he would be just on time to pick up a delivery. Ordered from Who-bay (Yes, the Doctor made his own version of ebay), Drake was expecting a new vibroknife. He changed to his scan visor and looked over the crowd below, checking for the delivery boy. Ah, there he was...about three yards away from where he planned on landing anyway. At about one hundred feet above the ground, Drake activated the thrusters on his suit and made a smooth landing in front of the boy.</div>