OOC Caerus from Onu-Wahi
An Ussal cart trundled along the rocky road that stretched through the vast desert, carrying only two occupants. One was its Onu-Matoran driver; the other was a sweating poet.
Caerus was being reminded why he didn't often journey out of Onu-Koro. Half of the island wasn't just uncomfortable, but downright inhospitable. Who in their right mind would live under a glacier, in the shadow of an active volcano, or in the middle of a sun-scorched desert? He thought longingly of the cool caves of Onu-Koro; his dry mouth salivated at the thought of sipping a cold, refreshing beverage while writing a poem dedicated to the joy of living underground.
Sweat dripped off his face as the Matoran took a drink of lukewarm water, and inwardly cursed the wretched heat.
So it is obvious that cart pulled into Po-Koro at last with no small amount of joy on Caerus' part. After paying the driver, he immediately made his way to the nearest tavern, where he ordered a cold mug of beer and a small meal (the heat took away his appetite).
After recuperating for awhile, the poet found himself in much better spirits. Sipping at his second glass of alcohol, he watched as the setting sun dipped down towards the horizon, turning the desert sands to gold.
It was almost time.
My shocked mind really couldn't produce a thought more eloquent than that.
Yeah, I was shocked. Sure, I'd just watched an island of innocent people drown the other day, and before that I'd spent my life running suicide missions that just so happened to end with me sticking a knife down someone's gullet and not the other way around.
But what Bry was suggesting here was worse, in a way.
For one thing, these Turaga, from what I'd heard (never met any of 'em personally), were your run-of-the-mill nice guys. Kind, wise, and old, and every Matoran with half a brain would spout on for a solid five minutes about how cool their particular leader was. Not that I really cared what they thought, but it just went to show that these people were basically good at heart. Innocent. Didn't do bad stuff.
And I was being asked to straight-up murder one of them in cold blood.
What was the point? This obviously wasn't Bry's idea (he looked more uncomfortable with it than I felt), so that left Aurelia. I guessed this fit in with her grand scheme, which also included sinking Xa and sending an army on a suicide mission to Le-Koro. No clue what her big plan was, but I had a feeling it wasn't pretty. Reduce the island to chaos and ashes? Most likely.
Did I really want to be a part of this? Not gonna lie: after Kumu, I'd had a hard time getting my head back together. Forget about the business with Dor (still didn't know what had been going on last night, and didn't really want to know either); my mind had been running in circles ever since we'd stood by as a doomed island full of innocent people sank to the bottom of the sea. I still couldn't fully believe that I'd done that. I'd not only watched and done nothing, but I'd helped.
I'd made my choice then; however much it killed me now, there wasn't anything I could do about it. You can't go back and fix the past. But here was another choice. I could change what happened before it happened.
I blinked. That was a weird thought. Obviously I was thinking too hard about this.
Let's start with the basics: Aurelia was willing to pay me a pretty penny for the work I'd already done. I could take the money, hightail it out of there, and escape with what little self-respect I had left.
Wait... when was this an issue of self-respect?
I was the greatest mercenary in the world. I wasn't a small-time girl; no, I'd broken into the big leagues. When Brykon needed a harbour of ships scuttled, he put me, Jin, on the job. When a ship needed someone in charge, that person just so happened to be Jin, Vortixx extraordinaire. Now I was being offered another job, one that not just anybody could do.
No... Brykon was offering this job because we were the best of the best. You wouldn't task some dumb Skakdi to kill the Turaga; no, you sent the best. This was the kind of mission that people became famous for.
I mentally shook myself. No! How could I accept a mission that entailed killing innocents for money? Had I really sunk so far? Bry was telling me to go and cut some elder's throat, someone who'd done nothing against me or anyone else on the island as far as I knew.
But, I argued against myself. Don't you do that already?
That was my job. I accepted targets for money, and I murdered them. No way to put it more bluntly than that. None of my targets (well, except for that Skakdi who tried to make out... ew) had ever done me wrong, but I'd done them off just the same. I'd lied, cheated, connived, stole, and murdered for money. For reputation. And, yes, even just for the thrill of the hunt. This was just another assignment. It would be a challenge, but hey, that's why I was getting this mission, and not some nitwit with a big sword.
Really, was it any different? This was just another gang leader picking off a guy he had a grudge against. I didn't know why Aurelia needed the Turaga dead, but it was my job to do, not to know. To karz with knowing. All that mattered was that I got the job done and got paid. Thats the way it had always been. That's all I needed.
Nobody owed me anything, and I wouldn't be caught dead owing anything to anyone else. That was why I was going to take this assignment, and do it, and do it right.
I nodded. “I'm in. Which one am I going for?”