<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 95%; line-height: 116%;"><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><ul><ul><ul><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/cOo4eiD.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Much has changed over the years, the many, as well as the few. Some planets and space stations thrive beyond expectations, others are ruled by war and famine. The alliance, once founded to protect and serve, now merely sits by and only tends to its own needs. Job's are hard to come by and more than most consist out of long hours and poor pay. It shouldn't come as a surprise that people search for alternatives. The BHOdyssey is such an alternative. The retrieval of wanted items or people, hunting dangerous criminals and scavenging abandoned spacecrafts. In short, let me warn you for the job of a mercenary is a dangerous one,- and least of all legal by alliance law,- but damn the pay is good!<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">Ratings: <span style="text-decoration: underline">Mature</span> for <span style="text-decoration: underline">Violence</span>. Writing Level: <span style="text-decoration: underline">HighEndBeta/Alpha</span>. RP Links: <a class="postlink" href="https://tinyurl.com/o2wa6rs"><span style="text-decoration: underline">IC</span></a> &amp; <a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=47448#p310321"><span style="text-decoration: underline">OOC</span></a>.</div><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/fp9btPN.png">[ img ]</a></ul></ul></ul></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"></td></tr></table></span></div><br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">From above the planet looked small, especially in comparison to the better known worlds, no bigger than most mining planets and yet Oiress was nothing like either. Instead it was a planet known amongst criminals, fortune seekers and bounty hunters as a black market  hub, no legal system, no rules other than those of the rich and powerful. As the BHOdyssey descended through the almost translucent orange clouds no sign of life was given, none who hailed them demanding to know their intentions. A small shock vibrated through the ship as it settled within the dry dirt and it wasn't until the dust cleared that it became apparent they were not the only ones who had settled down for a visit. They were surrounded by all kinds of ships,  small, large, round, squared, some beaten down and some brand new.<br/><br/><span style="color: #01a58a">"Good morning everyone get your lazy behinds out of bed for we have arrived in black market heaven, feel free to scout the market, visit a casino or your favorite brothel."</span>  A rather cheerful voice echoed through the ship, being rich,- even for a short while,- always made Celtis happy and today was clearly no exception. <span style="color: #01a58a">"Please remind the rules I have set up for you, regarding pets and equipment, you do not wish to end up like the last guy who did not. Also, be back by noon tomorrow or we will leave you, this was your tour guide captain speaking ! Now get off my ship."</span> The last sentence was spoken with a more serious and low tone giving it more of a commanding feel, a tone Celtis was much more familiar with.<br/><br/>In his opinion they had earned the day off, time to spend the hard earned cut from their last mission. Their client had been none too picky when it came to paying them, able to provide in barter, alliance credits as well as black market Clicks. Still, the wide range of accepted currency was not the only reason why he had chosen the planet, there where a few things he had to take care of, not to mention he had to find their next job and there was no better place to find bounties than on Oiress.<br/> <span style="font-weight: bold"></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">It seemed to be a busy day, the marketplace boomed with sale pitches, rowdy customers and within the thick crowd most flows of people seemed to lack all sense of direction. Clouds of smog floated just above the stands, smelling of sweat, alcohol and rubber as a dry heat pressed down with almost vicious intent.  Adjacent to the market there were small run down houses and towering above it all, a single high tech skyscraper. A big sign kindly requested customers to hand over their weapons before entering and not one, but two cybernetically enhanced men and a series of detection portals where placed to make sure nothing got through. With only one look it was clear the building was meant for paying customers only, each floor designed with different purposes. <br/><br/>Near the elevators one can find a floorplan of the building, informing people that the ground floor is casino that ends up in a conservatory with a bar and a restaurant, a floor higher you can find a brothel run by Oiress her finest high class ladies, above that several floors with shops that sell a wide range of materials and goods. Even higher one could find the conference and hotel rooms, or so people have been told for there is no information to be found and not many have ever seen higher than floor twenty. Despite there being at least fifty floors in total.</td></tr></table></span></div>