Physical

Years spent in the military before being dishonourably discharged has left their mark. Edge is a stocky, muscular man, with some light scarring around his eyes from a recent eye operation. He also has a burn scar down his right shoulder, courtesy of an accident with a plasmic thrower in the military.

Implants

Standard military grunt implants, low-effect adrenal boost, some reinforcement on the joints of his right arm and shoulder to handle the heavy gun that is standard military issue. He has also had work done on his eyes fairly recently, giving him perfect eyesight, with additional low-light adaptability.

Equipment

Usually wears light body-armour, with custom chip-controlled blending camouflage on the larger pieces. The armour is probably military-issue, although Edge does not talk about where he got it from – in fact, he will flat out ignore any attempts to inquire about his past in the military at all. Also wears a gun at all times, and has a massive plasmic thrower (energy-type weapon) that he has slung across his back – if it was not for the reinforcement in his shoulder and arm he would not be able to wield it in combat.

Personality

Blunt and outspoken, and uses very colourful language. He is very obviously ex-military, but he refuses to discuss even the smallest details of his past. Rumour has it that he was dishonourably discharged. He is also supremely confident in his skills, but not a braggard.

I'm most interested to see what this credit-machine has to offer us. It seems a little fishy, so I've naturally got my trigger finger ready ... just in case. Waiting around makes me uneasy, and any contact might end in tears.

I wasn't sure what this Nehiruun character was parading for. Shunting out information to strangers with such arrogance is often an irrational ploy with no reward; and disclosing that she was aligned with the Habusa was most certainly a fine example. Most of the people in the room may have lifted an eyebrow - I lifted two.

It's been many years since I last saw Hisato. 'Skilled in many things' was no surprise to me considering her heritage and potential, and (as before) she was not scared to shout out about it. Yes, Hisato and I have a history. I doubt whether she would recognise me though. She was so young...

Everyone in the room looked a little delighted to run after the prize without a single question. A room full of outlaws, criminals and weirdo's, and they all happily do what they're told? It was time to step forward. I expose myself to the group.

"By business agreement, you are my co-workers" I said to the group.

I spoke louder:

"But by social pre-disposition, you are fools!".

"I mean no outward offense - but have you folk not contemplated the nature of this dealing? What exactly is it that we are committing to? I am not seeking debate...simply making sure you are all aware of the dangers you may face. I'm sure most of you can handle yourselves...or atleast SOME of you...but what is of such great (apparent) importance that this large team of 'elites' would need to be hired to undertake? We have lots of time. I pray you all : please rest a moment"

The time had come for me to open my mouth. I wasn't keen, but I knew my way around."I think I can help.

A couple of you jumped a bit when you first noticed me standing here in the corner - and some of you have maybe concluded that my armor is unique. I can move around passively. As for snooping out the compound - I can help there too. I've been somewhat of a nomad for the past few years, and I know the land. There just so happens to be a pipeline network leading from one of the auxiliary buildings to the compound that I use to get in and out of the city - the building specifically being the old weapons room. There shouldn't be anything of much use, but it makes for a forward base. There are irregular patrols around these points, which have never been of concern for me in the past. I'm not sure how you lot will get through quietly though."

I wondered whether this information (as useful as it might be to the mission) was absolutely necessary for this group. By this, I'd be inviting them to a very muddy place of my past..

I walk back to the table end with my drink, and take a seat opposite Nehiruun. I give a glance, hoping for an echo that the girl would recognise me. Now wasn't the perfect time for a reunion, so I take back to drinking. She was too young, and she would never understand.

The end of the bar had a very groggy feel about it. I'm not sure if it was the most secure place we could have found - but any eavesdropping is plausible chitter chatter, as we were not a very convincing crowd for the most part. My eyes are peeled.