Zarinia Ordóñez took another puff of her cigarette upon exiting her ship, a Hunter class called Rattler, and looked at a nearby puddle seeing her reflection. What looked back was a middle-aged woman from the planet Mercio. Still the same old scars, including the nasty one that cost her right eye now covered in an eye patch. She frowns while inspecting her image further “Damn. Greying hairs? I am getting old” and flicks her cig away as she heads for the local saloon. Now, she was here on Raymir to meet with the boss of Blackfire, currently one of the biggest mercenary corporations to be operating now a days. Normally when contacted by these massive outfits they want her to meet at their HQ or directly recruit her explaining they badly want her. No company wants to hire her bad enough to respect the fact she doesn’t want to be tied down or meet on her terms though, till this Tonya anyway. Not only was she willing to discuss an independent contract she even agreed to meet at a place of Zarinia’s choosing which was new… she must badly want something and perhaps even thinks Zarinia really is the best choice… it’ll be worth listening to at least.

            She enters the saloon and makes for the private room. Well dam. Standing before her really is Tonya. Blue Sarange hair but somehow human brown eyes. Black overcoat. Tonya says “Good to meet you Zarinia. Please sit. We got a lot to discuss” Zarinia sits at the other end of the table “I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting you to show” Tonya grins “I do my best to keep myself and my company true to their word.” “So why me” “Because you come highly recommended by one of my best and I trust his judgement. And you have faced down Oni and lived.” Zarinia says “I take it that means Oni will be involved?” Tonya nods “Indeed. I’m sure you of heard of various corporations which includes other mercenary companies making expeditions into the Waste Systems yes?” Zarinia’s eyes narrow “Ya. And it’s not really a place I ever want to return to. Those systems were dangerous BEFORE the divine wastes swallowed them. I want nothing to do with it” Zarinia gets up and starts to leave when Tonya says “I know which is why I’m not only willing to play three times your normal rate but also make donations to the Freixa Orphanage.” Zarinia stopped and thought for a minute “All right I’m listening” and sits back down

“I take it you’re after what everyone else is? The metals changed by divine energies. I know when properly refined they can be useful” Tonya nods “yes and no. I am sending forces to establish mining and other resource gathering operations now that the shielding to protect bases and personnel has gotten practical enough to do so. But I need you to lead three squads to hunt for something else. The larger operation is going to be a convenient cover for you. To slip in unnoticed.” Zarinia was now intrigued. Blackfire IS going after the resources like other large companies but now what she is going to be involved in? What else is in that mess? “Can you explain?” Tonya shifts “I can’t give too much on details right now. Though you will be fully briefed before embarking.” “Four times. And one of the squads is of MY choosing. If I’m doing this insanity, I want my squad from the Rust Wars” Tonya thinks a moment “Yes I can do that. The other two squads will be my best people. Contact the people you want. We will meet aboard the Stealth Frigate I’m supplying for the mission.” “Might take some time. I kept in contact with most except for Scar. I’d have to track him down and he’d probably be even harder to convince them me” Tonya gets up and grins “Auctully. I think you will find him to be the easiest” Zarinia looks confused for a moment as a Man with black skin and a extremely familiar scar across the right side of his face wearing a black fire uniform steps in. Zarinia’s jaw almost dropped “Scar?!?” The man nods “Greetings Zarinia. Long time no see.” And turns to his boss “See? Told you she would accept. Now my prize?” Tonya hands over a rather expensive looking cigar “Indeed Sergeant. Go ahead and catch up” Tonya leaves the room. Huh. Scar…the last person she ever though would join up with an outfit…The war dogs will prowl again.