0017: Gun King

Ten serious men sat in the room with a boy around a large glass table. Outside the large glass windows, they could see the entirety of Checker City. The mega-city glimmered in all its complex brutalistic architecture. Every inch of its sky populated by airships, cruisers and grav lifts.

The men wore suits. The boy wore his highschool uniform. He'd taken the day off for this. He wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Ten Billion credits?"  One man offered. It was the final offer. Three other callers were on the line, and this was the largest offer yet.

The boy, Carl Ozymandius smiled.


He'd worked very hard to come to this point in his life. In an age where the blade was infinitely more useful than superficial projectile weapons, he had risen above mediocrity, put himself university and become a renowned weapon designer.

And now he was selling 10 of those weapons for an exclusive deal with one of the many mercenary security forces in employ across the world.

10 billion credits was enough capital to buy a faster-than-light spacecraft. It was surely enough to continue his research.