Archibald 'Archie' Zahn

The Heavyweight

Species	Kashaskan
Role	Muscle, Street Samurai
Identifying Traits	Excessive muscle, no-augmentations, public reputation.

Archie is a large Kashaskan residing somewhere in the fourth decade floors, easily recognized by his positive reputation in B7.

The Rumour Mill

Shared over a pair of drinks, the local cop Maro and her ex-mercenary contact Fox, discuss the rumours, hearsay and intel caught amongst the conversations and peoples of Megastructure B7 from the comforts of their favourite restaurant and meeting place, The Mystery Deli - keenly aware of the Kashaskan's sister toiling away in the kitchen of their routine meeting.

"So you know the brother then, Maro? What can you tell me?"

"Not as much as you'd like. He's got a good reputation around the structure, plenty of people have some positive anecdote passed mouth to ear enough to make it hard to pull out the details. Some say he helps out for cheap, others for free, some - just for the promise of food."

"Hah. Last one seems most likely, all things considered." The Lyestran mercenary offered, dipping his head towards the nearby kitchen. "Especially given everyone that's seen him eat seems to think he's some sort of Carnivore Gourmand. Probably wouldn't surprise anyone if he said he'd eaten Roc or Dragon before."

"Look, if it's true he hasn't even beaten his old master, or even just his sister, maybe take that with a grain of salt. Though... That sensie-junkhead says he saw Archie bite one of the Novakat's faces off."

"Bullshit. Like the Kats would let one of their own dying slide."

"Way I hear it? Tweaker says he lived. Now sporting some more of that post-humanism chrome. As best one can with only half a skull. Crazier yet - they offered him a spot in the gang, as some twisted 'thanks' for helping one of their members take the plunge and get face'ware," the Morazham offered amidst a sip of liquor, clearly disbelieving it herself.

"All that from Tweaker? Can't trust a sense-brain: He probably imagined it. One thing I do believe? The proper Silik folks here don't like him, or his sister - you never see one eating at these tables, no matter the food. Probably don't want another argument over culture."

"It's because they aren't welcome here. Now, if you're done talking about my brother; eat." Uttered an ever brusque Kashaskan, setting food down in front of them roughly. Neither Maro nor Fox thought it wise to continue.