Name: Khoole (Real name unknown) Former Aliases: Mistah Kay, Grim Creaper, Chrome Face, The Zany Harlequin, and Holoke. Current Alias: Mutineer Buccaneer Age: ??? (54
Species: Cyborg Appearance: 6'2 ft. He weighs 168, but he has a relatively thin frame. Khoole has had so many cybernetic implants and body part swaps over the years. Changing appearance so many times that its unknown how old he is or what species he originally was. His right eye is a chrome cybernetic eye, and his left is a dull pale gray with a faded yellow pupil. Various veins and wires can be seen through his skin. His bottom jaw is chrome, and features large canine teeth. He has small flat rounded chrome plates sticking out his forehead. He wears a white sadistically grinning harlequin mask that features sharp teeth, blue lipstick, red rings around the eyes, a purple tear drop under his right eye, and sharp facial features. The left side of his head is shaved, and the right side features long wire-like metallic hair. He has a metal plate on the shaved part of his head that strangely resembles a face. His body is mostly a sickly orangeish-yellow skin grafted over a mostly metal body. Roughly 89% metal to be exact. Khoole has four long arms with wires sticking out.
Outfit: He wears a skin tight rubber like shirt that covers his most of his torso and arms but has large holes for his wires to protrude from, and is split open down the center of his torso. Underneath that he has a tight black shirt that covers his neck. He has thin plates on his coat. His pants are dark red leather pants. He goes commando, but you probably didn't wanna know that. He also wears long green socks. He wears combat boots that go up to his knees and have small metal plates. He also has jump thrusters on the calves of his boots. He wears a tricorn hat with a six-eyed skull on the front. He also wears a green poncho with two red vertical stripes and one horizontal orange stripe. He has thick bracers filled with needles and other medical tools made of sturdy material so that he might use them in combat.
Weapons: He also has a 'finger guns'. his index fingers have been replaces with a ,metal fingers. He has a small laser built into the metal fingers that can produce a small focused laser and of course he has skin grafted over his metal fingers. Though even with that in mind, his index fingers are noticeably longer than his other fingers.
He has a wrist needle on his wrist near his lunate carpal bone which is connected to various tubes in between his radius and ulna bones. The wrist needle is used to either draw blood or other fluid samples from a person. Possibly gray matter if he pokes someone's skull? Possibly even injecting someone with a blood sample or other fluid.
He also has his tools. within his bracers.
His last weapon is a trusty pistol sword. The pistol is built into the pommel of the gun and features a large cross guard with a trigger placed inside the guard. His sword is shaped similar to a scimitar but looks rather alien in origin.
Personality: Khoole is a completely self serving and cold calculated bounty hunter. He kills for profit, and is willing to kill innocent people to get his goal. Though bounty hunting is just a side gig. he's also a smuggler and loves to employ 'meat shields' or make robots since robots are unquestionably loyal. Though he also enjoys using mercenaries because mercenaries can sometimes prove useful where robots will not. All people in his service are nothing but tools unless proven to be useful enough to keep around. In the past, he has turned some of his less faithful companions into mindless servitors to do menial tasks such as Manuel labor or combat if necessary. A truly horrifying fate as servitor's lack free will but are fully conscious and very much still alive. Despite Khoole's cruel demeaner, he's quite an efficient surgeon, and an even better escape artist. Khoole has allowed himself to be arrested multiple times for the purpose of retrieving blood samples from the most dangerous prisoners in lockdown. He is a very relentless, ambitious, and crafty man. Khoole has lived long past his species life expectancy because of this, and has learned many survival tricks and ways to get himself out of bad situations.
Species: Cyborg Appearance: 6'2 ft. He weighs 168, but he has a relatively thin frame. Khoole has had so many cybernetic implants and body part swaps over the years. Changing appearance so many times that its unknown how old he is or what species he originally was. His right eye is a chrome cybernetic eye, and his left is a dull pale gray with a faded yellow pupil. Various veins and wires can be seen through his skin. His bottom jaw is chrome, and features large canine teeth. He has small flat rounded chrome plates sticking out his forehead. He wears a white sadistically grinning harlequin mask that features sharp teeth, blue lipstick, red rings around the eyes, a purple tear drop under his right eye, and sharp facial features. The left side of his head is shaved, and the right side features long wire-like metallic hair. He has a metal plate on the shaved part of his head that strangely resembles a face. His body is mostly a sickly orangeish-yellow skin grafted over a mostly metal body. Roughly 89% metal to be exact. Khoole has four long arms with wires sticking out.Outfit: He wears a skin tight rubber like shirt that covers his most of his torso and arms but has large holes for his wires to protrude from, and is split open down the center of his torso. Underneath that he has a tight black shirt that covers his neck. He has thin plates on his coat. His pants are dark red leather pants. He goes commando, but you probably didn't wanna know that. He also wears long green socks. He wears combat boots that go up to his knees and have small metal plates. He also has jump thrusters on the calves of his boots. He wears a tricorn hat with a six-eyed skull on the front. He also wears a green poncho with two red vertical stripes and one horizontal orange stripe. He has thick bracers filled with needles and other medical tools made of sturdy material so that he might use them in combat.
Weapons: He also has a 'finger guns'. his index fingers have been replaces with a ,metal fingers. He has a small laser built into the metal fingers that can produce a small focused laser and of course he has skin grafted over his metal fingers. Though even with that in mind, his index fingers are noticeably longer than his other fingers.
He has a wrist needle on his wrist near his lunate carpal bone which is connected to various tubes in between his radius and ulna bones. The wrist needle is used to either draw blood or other fluid samples from a person. Possibly gray matter if he pokes someone's skull? Possibly even injecting someone with a blood sample or other fluid.
He also has his tools. within his bracers.
His last weapon is a trusty pistol sword. The pistol is built into the pommel of the gun and features a large cross guard with a trigger placed inside the guard. His sword is shaped similar to a scimitar but looks rather alien in origin.
Personality: Khoole is a completely self serving and cold calculated bounty hunter. He kills for profit, and is willing to kill innocent people to get his goal. Though bounty hunting is just a side gig. he's also a smuggler and loves to employ 'meat shields' or make robots since robots are unquestionably loyal. Though he also enjoys using mercenaries because mercenaries can sometimes prove useful where robots will not. All people in his service are nothing but tools unless proven to be useful enough to keep around. In the past, he has turned some of his less faithful companions into mindless servitors to do menial tasks such as Manuel labor or combat if necessary. A truly horrifying fate as servitor's lack free will but are fully conscious and very much still alive. Despite Khoole's cruel demeaner, he's quite an efficient surgeon, and an even better escape artist. Khoole has allowed himself to be arrested multiple times for the purpose of retrieving blood samples from the most dangerous prisoners in lockdown. He is a very relentless, ambitious, and crafty man. Khoole has lived long past his species life expectancy because of this, and has learned many survival tricks and ways to get himself out of bad situations.
A sickly orange alien stood in a large emperor class dreadnaught ,and was speaking with a sharply dressed Thraxion noble. For human standards, the man roughly looked like he was around his 70s. In reality he was actually 842 due to his aliens high life expectancy. Khoole was the sickly orange alien talking with the Thraxion noble. Apparently the man was hiring Khoole to look for his daughter from had fled years ago. Khoole was a very busy man. Just a week before meeting with the Thraxion noble, he had spoken with another man. A king actually. Apparently his daughter(Princess Ofien) went missing and was presumed 'kidnapped'. Neither Khoole nor the king knew Space Cowboy, nor the former queen's involvement at the moment.
"I'll be sure to track her down... Again... Don't you worry a thing. You let me do that for you. I said it twice, I'll say it thrice. I'm the best you'll ever meet. Unlike the people you hired before me. I know I'll get the job done. Not think, but know, I'll get the job done. You worry about emptying those pockets when I come back with your daughter" Khoole said.
"There will be no pay unless she is brought back alive and in one piece" The noble said.
Khoole scoffed at the noble before turning to the cargo bay to leave the ship. Khoole had made his way to his ship and was planning on meeting with 'a contact' to possibly get some intel on where she went.
To the Thraxion Noble's unawareness, Khoole knew fully well who his daughter was. A Thraxion girl named Titth'acera'tautthe. Though to Khoole's unawareness, she had a son named Hrirdo'zash'urca, aka Space Cowboy. He was also unaware to where she was and part of him assumed she was potentially dead in the vacuum of space somewhere. Though Khoole didn't wanna believe this since Ozashu's mother used to be an apprentice for him before she left to become her own smuggler career. Though Khoole was mostly interested in finding out who Princess Ofien was and where she could have gone.
~In the meantime...~
Space Cowboy was sitting in the cockpit of his ship listening to some music. He had already had his ship fixed since the encounter two weeks ago, and even had his shields replaced and upgraded. Ozashu was fixing to head towards one last mission before making his way home and visiting his parents. Ozashu was going to catch a pair of wanted con-artists. Only problem was figuring out where they are. Ozashu had narrowed the search location to three destinations. A bar on a the planet Har-13, The Blue Suns Casino which was a large former military instillation near uncharted space, and at a notorious mining planet which was known far more for its speeder races than actual mining. Ozashu had already been to Har-13 which narrowed it down to the two.
Ozashu eventually made it to The Blue Suns Casino. Three large imposing men stood in Ozashu's way to enter the Casino. There were also two ballistic ballistic turrets that can rip through armor like paper. Though these two details were only a small reason why The Blue Suns Casino was considered dangerous. For starters, the only people allowed into the place were either dangerous or extremely wealthy meaning the place was pretty much armed to the teeth. One slip and you could be filled with bullets and tossed in space before you could say 'Warp travel'. Ozashu was a fairly dangerous man and had a decent reputation among the stars. They let him in without much hassle.
~Meanwhile...~
A sickly orange man had entered the same Casino mere hours after Ozashu did, but he still had no clue who Ozashu was nor cared to find out at this point. Khoole was meeting up with his contact who just so happened to be a bar tender.
~Meanwhile aaaaagain...~
"Bar tender! Another drink, but this time, for that lady right there!" Ozashu said gesturing to a three eyed alien woman. Ozashu wasn't interested in her. He just wanted to be nice. "Hmph!" A gruff old grunt came from a sickly old orange alien. Khoole didn't care for wasting money on strangers, "Bartender... I need information" The old alien said sliding money under the table with his shoe. Ozashu and the old man exchanged looks. The old man had a cybernetic eye and all sorts of cybernetics on his body. The man gave a rather frightening look which left Ozashu feeling sick to his stomach. Ozashu continued and began to make his way to the casino.
After thirty minutes of failed attempting to find his marks. He eventually got a tip from a unknown source. A purple lady handed him a note. Potentially a threat? It was a letter. Whoever gave him the letter must have knew who Ozashu was looking for because the letter said; :Your sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Nosey. You should get outta here. Maybe watch one of those speeder races on Delmar(the old mining planet) Hand the note back to the server when your done reading it" Ozashu looked up to see a the purple lady whom handed him the note. He handed it back, and she walked off. Ozashu's destination was now confirmed to be the third location.
Ozashu hated having to go to Delmar. Ozashu hated having to go to Delmar. Delmar wasn't as dangerous at The Blue Suns Casino but it was pretty shady and a lot of people who went there were three types of people you could find on Delmir; slaves/poor. These were people who lived on Delmir. Then there were the extremely rich upperclass. On Delmir, you were either impoverished or wealthy. There was no in between. Then there were guests/spectators. Some guests never leave Delmir and end up as either a slave or wealthy. Though 9/10 people would become the former. Delmir had a horrible reputation.
Ozashu arrived on Delmir. He hated seeing people on the streets begging. Hated seeing the slaves forced to work the mines. Hated everything about the planet. The whole place was extremely depressing. Ozashu had to toughen himself if he wanted to find The con-artists and leave. Ozashu had no way of finding them amongst the crowds of people. After catching rumors, apparently someone was rigging the races. This seemed like a good place as any to look for the two.
Ozashu bet a little bit of money to get involved in the races. Ozashu had no intention in wasting money. He did this to hopefully appear as a regular visitor. After meeting with some people, he got a few leads on where the duo were. Only problem was, how would he reach them? Ozashu managed to get his hands on a waiter's attire. He made his way up to where they were at and hoped nobody would ask him to identify himself. This plan almost went off without a hitch too, until he made his way down the last stretch. He stood down a long hallway, and to the far end was the room they were in. A bouncer could tell right away that Ozashu wasn't a waiter, nor did anyone call room service or anything. This resulted backup being sent to their location. By the time backup would arrive, Ozashu had managed to knock out the bouncer and hide him in a storage closet as well as the waiter's attire. He no longer needed it anyways since the jig was up. He quickly went to capture the two con-artists.
Though the two didn't go out without a fight. Ozashu managed to record one of the con-artist's voices and used their voice to convince the bouncers to go all the way to the other side of the races to look for the intruder. Ozashu hid the unconscious bodies in cargo boxes and had delivery bots ship them to his ship as if they were standard cargo. Upon arriving at his ship, some locals had boarded his ship and were trying to salvage it for parts. Likely to make money to get off the planet. Ozashu hated this because on one hand he felt sorry, but on the other, they were jeopardizing his mission as well as his chances of getting off the planet. Two of the people had to be regrettably killed since they had no intention in giving up. The other three fled his ship empty handed. Ozashu managed to make any repairs to his ship that the men had dealt before making his way off planet. Con-artists apprehended.
Ozashu had gained quite a payment for the duo. The only thing left for him to do was to visit his parents. Ozashu was more than happy to visit the milky way galaxy and see his parents. After arriving near earth, Ozashu activated stealth functions. Most of earth was still unaccustomed to flying space ships. Especially ships that looked like this;
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Ozashu landed his ship near his father's barn. Stealth functions were still enabled. He got out to greet his parents. His parents were in the house eating supper when he landed. Ozashu wasted no time in heading inside, and hopefully grabbing a bite;
"Wash your hands" Ozashu's mother said.
"Mhm" Ozashu said.
"Wash your hands before you grab food" Ozashu's mother said.
"Mhm" Ozashu said grabbing a plate"
"That's not a sink and you know it!" Ozashu's mother said.
"Just wash your hands..." Ozashu's father said.
"I did" Ozashu said.
"I see the dirt on your hands, liar!" Ozashu's mother said.
"No you don't, they are clean, promise!" Ozashu said washing his hands.
"washing them and washed them are two different things and you got damned know it too! Makin' me cuss at the dinner table... Honestly, how old are you?!" Ozashu's mother said.
"Love you too mom! Thanks for the food!" Ozashu said.
"You can be so difficult. You get that from your father's side of the family" Ozashu's mother said.
"What did I do this time?!" Ozashu's father said.
"Like father like son..." Ozashu's mother rolled her eyes.
The family continued to eat their meal, and they reminisced about their day over the dinner table. Ozashu mostly talked about his recent jobs taken. Though he decided not to include the story about the girl in the box. That was a story that still confused Ozashu and he didn't know how to quite make sense of it. Ozashu even decided to spend the night at his parents house, and leave the following morning.