Warning: This is done IC. It is meant to be read in a very chipper tone.
{Recording Start}
Why hello there, dear little chickadees! I do hope you've enjoyed the meal I've provided, and that the wine's to your liking.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Beck Gale, and I'm the reason you're all here. Or should I say, that the reason I'm here is because of all of you?
After all, it's because fine, upstanding businessmen such as yourselves have decided to expand your markets into the great beyond that humble men such as myself can make a profit on something a simple as a little information. Who's going to be where, why, what they'll be carrying, and in some cases, how heavily guarded they will be. It's simply amazing how people such as yourselves can take these tiny nuggets of knowledge and convert them into interesting deeds.
And, because there's nothing so interesting as a little fact of supposedly little consequence, let me share one with all you.
Do any of you have any idea what I did before I became the succesful broker that I am today? No? Ah, maybe the wine was a bit too strong, you all seem very tired. But stay awake a little longer, and you all might just learn something interesting.
I was a miner. One of the many small private operations, ripping apart asteroids in the belt for profit. It was out on Hungaria 434, when the thing happened that changed my life. A Boskone ship came by, and demanded all our valuables. Which turned out to just be an excuse for us to open up our doors, actually. Seems that they had experience with people making stupid decisions when it was discovered that they were after living people too. Especially once news of the cat-girl machine got around. Lots of suicides and fighting to the last stands. No, it was apparently simpler to just say you were after the shinies on the habitat, and that you'll be escorting everyone to the brig on your ship for the time being so you can search unimpeded. Sure, you'd still end up with a lot of people that were really upset, but they'd let go of their 'valuable' for the sake of their lives.
And then they just never let them off. They'd take the un-suspecting people they'd captured, and then... Well, I'm sure you all can guess how the story ends for them.
But, I can see the question in all of your eyes. How did I survive? How did I escape the horrible fate that befell all of the other miners of our small company? Quite simple, really. All I did was hide. I was on the outside of the asteroid, and the light in my helmet had just gone out. Sure, with the right sensors it was quite easy to tell I was there. But you had to look, first. And, being in a bit of a rush, they neglected to conduct a complete and thorough search of the asteroid. They simply collected everyone in the main habitat, and were on their merry way.
I had my radio on, you know? I could hear every word of the exchange. And I just stayed in my little hole for hours and hours, hoping they'd go away. Until they did.
And then I was alone. They took our computers, a great deal of our tools, all the haulers, and only just barely missed the emergency rations. It was just me, a habitat with greatly depleted resources, a drill, a little food, and the frailest of hopes that the old emergency beacon we had would actually work.
It was the longest four days of my life. I had a lot of time to think about the little things.
Like how we avoided being noticed normally by pirates. We picked a spot out in the middle of nowhere, and would quietly work, until we had filled up our hoppers. All the while, we'd communicate as little as possible with the outside world. The theory was, if we couldn't be detected, and no one knew where we were, nobody would find us. Then I thought about young Bill Gotti, about how he'd joined our crew, stayed with us all the way out into the deepest bits of the belt, and left three days after we got there, saying he couldn't handle the quiet life. I thought about how we got hit the day after he left, and how one of the black hats sounded just like him over the radio.
It was over those very quiet four days, that I realized just how powerful a little information really was.
Ah, I'm so sorry I dragged on so long. I'd say I must have bored you all, but you all seem very wide eyed and attentive! I suppose that means you're all very smart and have connected all the dots already! Although it appears Mr. Valesci still seems a little lost. If you sit tight just a little longer, I'm sure all the pieces will fall into place for you too, sir!
... And I see your assistant has chosen to reveal that she is actually an android, Mrs. Ballentyne. Well, quite unfortuntely for her, I am a cyborg. It's a shame that she only got the one shot off, too. Why, another five bullets of that caliber might just cause slightly more than cosmestic damage to my handsome face, and maybe won life for all of you. Of course she did only get the one shot off before I cut off her hands. No points for partial work, I'm afraid. If you want a passing grade in the game of life, you need to do you homework, just like me! It's how I knew about the weakspot in those wrists of yours. It makes it very quick and easy for you to change tools, but the place where the joints meet is slightly weaker than you might think.
At any rate, Mr. Valesci, it seems you have realized the truth of the situation.
So, without further ado, let me welcome you all to my revenge banquet! I do hope you all enjoyed yourselves so far, because from this point on, it will much less comfortable for you all.
{End Recording}
From Great Justice Criminal File 19087
Name: Beck Gale
Alias: Nightingale
Age: 26
Body-type: Combat Cyborg, Delta-type chassis
Occupation: Information Broker/Assassin
Charges: Multiple Accounts of first degree murder, espionage, property damage, and theft
Notes: Following Incident 237 on Hungaria 434, Beck had a mental breakdown before friendly forces could recover him. After being rescued, he joined Operation Great Justice, and served as an intelligence agent. During his term of service, a few of his fellow intelligence officers took note of his brutality towards his enemies, but most found his easygoing manner very disarming and ended up believing his darker moments merely to be that: Brief moments that would pass. After the end of the war, he began running a small, private information brokerage, selling data to a wide variety of clients. A short time later, he lured a number of people with suspected Boskone connections to a secluded location with the promise that he would be selling some very exclusive information.
Nine people were murdered.
Although further investigation has proven that all of the victims were, in fact, either former or current Boskone executives that had evaded capture, this does not excuse his actions. He has commited several similar crimes using similar methods, and is considered highly dangerous.
Mundane Quirks:
Let Me Just Say A Few Words: Very, very talkative. He has a tendency to talk and ramble for very long periods of time, even when alone. If left with a captive audience, he will talk more. Getting him to shut up is possible, but generally requires something along the lines of a fist to his face.
Why, I'm Just Happy To See You!: Going hand in hand with his inability to shut up, is his irrpressible lightheartedness. Beck is a very cheerful and happy indivdual, and will do everything with a smile. If anything, however, this makes his darker moments all the more eerie.
Handwavium Abilities:
Boost Boots: As part of his Cyborg conversion, Beck has micro-jets embedded in his feet. This allows for rapid bursts of speed, and for some very high jumps. However it is does not let him fly, and he only has a finite amount of fuel in his legs to fuels these boosts.
Author's Note:
This may be a wee bit dark for Fenspace. I know that doing psychotic criminals generally isn't the norm, but I've been watching Durarara, which for those of you who don't know about it, is basically a show where every cast member is interesting to say the least. Beck here is brought to you by Izaya Orihara, an info broker who's out to screw with everyone.
Well, if Izaya did a fusion dance with the Punisher, anyway.
Moving on, Beck's very clearly a villain character. A first for me, really, in that while he's not twirling a mustache, he's very much a bad guy. There is no redemption for him planned. He just wants to kill a lot of people that he sees as evil. If he dies in the process, then he's still leaving the universe a brighter place than he found it.
Just to let you all know, that is a very creepy thought process. Beck feels no remorse, and is basically a conveniently aimed psychopath. Not sure what all I'm going to write involving him. If I do anything else. About all I have even the vaguest idea for, is a fight between him and Hex.
And now I really need some sleep. G'night.
{Recording Start}
Why hello there, dear little chickadees! I do hope you've enjoyed the meal I've provided, and that the wine's to your liking.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Beck Gale, and I'm the reason you're all here. Or should I say, that the reason I'm here is because of all of you?
After all, it's because fine, upstanding businessmen such as yourselves have decided to expand your markets into the great beyond that humble men such as myself can make a profit on something a simple as a little information. Who's going to be where, why, what they'll be carrying, and in some cases, how heavily guarded they will be. It's simply amazing how people such as yourselves can take these tiny nuggets of knowledge and convert them into interesting deeds.
And, because there's nothing so interesting as a little fact of supposedly little consequence, let me share one with all you.
Do any of you have any idea what I did before I became the succesful broker that I am today? No? Ah, maybe the wine was a bit too strong, you all seem very tired. But stay awake a little longer, and you all might just learn something interesting.
I was a miner. One of the many small private operations, ripping apart asteroids in the belt for profit. It was out on Hungaria 434, when the thing happened that changed my life. A Boskone ship came by, and demanded all our valuables. Which turned out to just be an excuse for us to open up our doors, actually. Seems that they had experience with people making stupid decisions when it was discovered that they were after living people too. Especially once news of the cat-girl machine got around. Lots of suicides and fighting to the last stands. No, it was apparently simpler to just say you were after the shinies on the habitat, and that you'll be escorting everyone to the brig on your ship for the time being so you can search unimpeded. Sure, you'd still end up with a lot of people that were really upset, but they'd let go of their 'valuable' for the sake of their lives.
And then they just never let them off. They'd take the un-suspecting people they'd captured, and then... Well, I'm sure you all can guess how the story ends for them.
But, I can see the question in all of your eyes. How did I survive? How did I escape the horrible fate that befell all of the other miners of our small company? Quite simple, really. All I did was hide. I was on the outside of the asteroid, and the light in my helmet had just gone out. Sure, with the right sensors it was quite easy to tell I was there. But you had to look, first. And, being in a bit of a rush, they neglected to conduct a complete and thorough search of the asteroid. They simply collected everyone in the main habitat, and were on their merry way.
I had my radio on, you know? I could hear every word of the exchange. And I just stayed in my little hole for hours and hours, hoping they'd go away. Until they did.
And then I was alone. They took our computers, a great deal of our tools, all the haulers, and only just barely missed the emergency rations. It was just me, a habitat with greatly depleted resources, a drill, a little food, and the frailest of hopes that the old emergency beacon we had would actually work.
It was the longest four days of my life. I had a lot of time to think about the little things.
Like how we avoided being noticed normally by pirates. We picked a spot out in the middle of nowhere, and would quietly work, until we had filled up our hoppers. All the while, we'd communicate as little as possible with the outside world. The theory was, if we couldn't be detected, and no one knew where we were, nobody would find us. Then I thought about young Bill Gotti, about how he'd joined our crew, stayed with us all the way out into the deepest bits of the belt, and left three days after we got there, saying he couldn't handle the quiet life. I thought about how we got hit the day after he left, and how one of the black hats sounded just like him over the radio.
It was over those very quiet four days, that I realized just how powerful a little information really was.
Ah, I'm so sorry I dragged on so long. I'd say I must have bored you all, but you all seem very wide eyed and attentive! I suppose that means you're all very smart and have connected all the dots already! Although it appears Mr. Valesci still seems a little lost. If you sit tight just a little longer, I'm sure all the pieces will fall into place for you too, sir!
... And I see your assistant has chosen to reveal that she is actually an android, Mrs. Ballentyne. Well, quite unfortuntely for her, I am a cyborg. It's a shame that she only got the one shot off, too. Why, another five bullets of that caliber might just cause slightly more than cosmestic damage to my handsome face, and maybe won life for all of you. Of course she did only get the one shot off before I cut off her hands. No points for partial work, I'm afraid. If you want a passing grade in the game of life, you need to do you homework, just like me! It's how I knew about the weakspot in those wrists of yours. It makes it very quick and easy for you to change tools, but the place where the joints meet is slightly weaker than you might think.
At any rate, Mr. Valesci, it seems you have realized the truth of the situation.
So, without further ado, let me welcome you all to my revenge banquet! I do hope you all enjoyed yourselves so far, because from this point on, it will much less comfortable for you all.
{End Recording}
From Great Justice Criminal File 19087
Name: Beck Gale
Alias: Nightingale
Age: 26
Body-type: Combat Cyborg, Delta-type chassis
Occupation: Information Broker/Assassin
Charges: Multiple Accounts of first degree murder, espionage, property damage, and theft
Notes: Following Incident 237 on Hungaria 434, Beck had a mental breakdown before friendly forces could recover him. After being rescued, he joined Operation Great Justice, and served as an intelligence agent. During his term of service, a few of his fellow intelligence officers took note of his brutality towards his enemies, but most found his easygoing manner very disarming and ended up believing his darker moments merely to be that: Brief moments that would pass. After the end of the war, he began running a small, private information brokerage, selling data to a wide variety of clients. A short time later, he lured a number of people with suspected Boskone connections to a secluded location with the promise that he would be selling some very exclusive information.
Nine people were murdered.
Although further investigation has proven that all of the victims were, in fact, either former or current Boskone executives that had evaded capture, this does not excuse his actions. He has commited several similar crimes using similar methods, and is considered highly dangerous.
Mundane Quirks:
Let Me Just Say A Few Words: Very, very talkative. He has a tendency to talk and ramble for very long periods of time, even when alone. If left with a captive audience, he will talk more. Getting him to shut up is possible, but generally requires something along the lines of a fist to his face.
Why, I'm Just Happy To See You!: Going hand in hand with his inability to shut up, is his irrpressible lightheartedness. Beck is a very cheerful and happy indivdual, and will do everything with a smile. If anything, however, this makes his darker moments all the more eerie.
Handwavium Abilities:
Boost Boots: As part of his Cyborg conversion, Beck has micro-jets embedded in his feet. This allows for rapid bursts of speed, and for some very high jumps. However it is does not let him fly, and he only has a finite amount of fuel in his legs to fuels these boosts.
Author's Note:
This may be a wee bit dark for Fenspace. I know that doing psychotic criminals generally isn't the norm, but I've been watching Durarara, which for those of you who don't know about it, is basically a show where every cast member is interesting to say the least. Beck here is brought to you by Izaya Orihara, an info broker who's out to screw with everyone.
Well, if Izaya did a fusion dance with the Punisher, anyway.
Moving on, Beck's very clearly a villain character. A first for me, really, in that while he's not twirling a mustache, he's very much a bad guy. There is no redemption for him planned. He just wants to kill a lot of people that he sees as evil. If he dies in the process, then he's still leaving the universe a brighter place than he found it.
Just to let you all know, that is a very creepy thought process. Beck feels no remorse, and is basically a conveniently aimed psychopath. Not sure what all I'm going to write involving him. If I do anything else. About all I have even the vaguest idea for, is a fight between him and Hex.
And now I really need some sleep. G'night.