Privateer 2: The Darkening (1996 Video Game)
[Lev Arris meets the CIS Commander Hassan on the prison planet Hades]
Lev Arris: This is not a place I ever wanted to see the inside of.
Hassan: Why should you see the inside of Hades? Unless you're guilty of a crime.
Lev Arris: Am I being accused of something here?
Hassan: Not necessarily.
Lev Arris: Now look, I saved your life, I chose to follow you down here, now if you don't quit playing the Man of Mystery, I'm going to get back on my ship and I'll take my own chances with whoever's trying to nail me.
Hassan: There's a lot to tell you, Arris. I don't know how much you know, I don't know how much you're involved, right now I don't care. You could be the biggest cutthroat this side of New Bedlam as long as you help me get the Kindred.
Lev Arris: The Kindred? Isn't that some kind of organized crime group?
Hassan: It's THE organised crime group. Over the past 40 years, they've infiltrated every aspect of society. Commerce, government, law enforcement, on every planet known to man. They manipulate stock markets, planetary economies, politics. And anyone who tries to stop them, anyone who tries to get in their way, they're eliminated.
Lev Arris: That puts you in the firing line, Hassan.
Hassan: It's my job.
Lev Arris: That's all it is, a job?
Hassan: The man who runs the organization has stayed in the shadows for some time. But you tell me, Arris, you tell me about the man who runs the Kindred.
Lev Arris: What am I supposed to know?
Hassan: He's clever. Ruthless. Brilliant by all accounts. Lavish with rewards to his faithful servants, brutal to those who aren't.
Lev Arris: Yeah, I think we've established that he's a powerful bastard, what's that got to do with me?
Hassan: In the Kindred organization his name is Kronos.
[staring out of the window into the storm, Lev has a sudden flash of recognition]
Hassan: The CIS is at war with the Kindred. It's a war you've found yourself in the middle of.
Lev Arris: I don't want any part of it. I've got my own problems.
Hassan: You haven't begun to have problems. You cross me, you'll have problems. You're gonna have to choose sides, Arris.
Rhinehart: But think, if you hadn't been frozen you would've been part of our war against the CIS, there wouldn't have been quite such buddy love between you then, huh?
Lev Arris: Well, whoever I was, I've changed.
Rhinehart: People don't change that much. Some are born wolves, some are sheep. You might be wearing sheep's clothing but your fangs are showing through.
Lev Arris: Yeah, well maybe losing my memory was the best thing that could've happened to me, it's given me a chance to choose who I am.
Rhinehart: God, this is becoming dangerously close to being a religious experience, forget it. As soon as all your memories return you'll be just like you used to be, your father's son.
Hassan: Maybe he's right.
Rhinehart: So you made it through after all. Bravo.
Hassan: Bravo? Do you know how many people have died?
Rhinehart: Oh, who the hell cares.
Lev Arris: Who are you?
Rhinehart: Well, I suppose we're all friends around here. My codename is Rhinehart.
Hassan: You sure you're not Malakai?
Rhinehart: Don't be absurd, Malakai's dead. Do I look dead?
Rhinehart: He knows you could replace him.
Lev Arris: That's right, I will.
Rhinehart: Maybe you'll have a chance to test that resolve, he's coming to take someone out himself.
Lev Arris: Who? Me?
Rhinehart: [Nods at Hassan] His Boss. The head of CIS.
Hassan: Sheila Nabakov! The security conference!
Rhinehart: The very same.
Lev Arris: [Stopping Hassan as he starts to run out] David, this is my war too.
Hassan: What side are you on?
Lev Arris: The right side.
Rhinehart: Ser Arris, remember, once a wolf... always a wolf.
Nurse Pemtur Douglas: Can I help you, Sers?
First Assassin: We're looking for Ser Lev Arris.
Nurse Pemtur Douglas: He's in physio at the moment. Can I ask who wants him?
First Assassin: New Crius Examiner. We're here to interview him about the Canera crash.
Nurse Pemtur Douglas: His consultant would like to clear it first.
Second Assassin: Clear this, Mr Nurse!
[He shoots him dead]
First Assassin: You know something, I think I could really get to enjoy this journalism thing.
[They laugh and walk away]
Third Assassin: I like hospitals. So clean, so sterile.
Fourth Assassin: Getting all hot and bothered, huh?
Third Assassin: I don't get hot, nor bothered.
[Lev Arris enters the notorious Sinner's Inn and walks up to the bar]
Joe: You're a hungry man.
Lev Arris: Yeah, I guess I could eat.
Joe: You are starving, don't deny it. A barman nowadays, he has to have a sixth sense about his customers. And I'm nothing if I'm not a barman. Your credit's sweet enough. So we have stew, we have lizard guts... oh, and we have Space Bug Gumbo!
Lev Arris: I'll have the stew, please.
Joe: I could have told you that. And you prefer your being lukewarm, right?
Lev Arris: No. No, actually I prefer it...
[He suddenly hesitates, Joe's smile fades]
Lev Arris: Lukewarm
[Joe smiles again. He goes to prepare Lev's order. Lev looks around at the strange people. Joe places Lev's order in front of him. Suddenly a punch-up breaks out among a few of the patrons]
Joe: Don't mind them, they're loudmouth vicious cutthroats.
[a man crashes against the bar]
Joe: But they're decent loudmouth cutthroats.
Lev Arris: So, they're no trouble?
Joe: No, nothing I can't see coming. No, some spacers, as soon as they walk in I can smell it on them so I break their necks just a little to be on the safe side. No trouble I smell on you.
Lev Arris: Uh-uh. I left my troubles outside.
Joe: Good. Soon as I saw you I said "Well there's one smart vertebrae." You hang around here and I'll see you'll have decent food and drink, maybe a couple of juicy deals. A respectable guy like you wants to be careful where he's seen. You don't want to hang out in some spit-and-sawdust toilet with a liquor licence, you need somewhere like this, a place with a little... refinement.
Lev Arris: Thanks for the advice.
Joe: My friends call me Joe. Probably because that's my name! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!
Xavier Shondi: I hear you've got yourself a ship.
Lev Arris: You must have good ears.
Xavier Shondi: Got a little time on your hands?
Lev Arris: Who's asking?
Xavier Shondi: Xavier Shondi, with an X.
Lev Arris: Lev Arris, with a Y.
Xavier Shondi: Y?
Lev Arris: Why do you want me and my ship?
Angus Santana: Don't mind the mess, mess the mind! That's for the slogan for today. Don't know what it means but when did that ever stop progress, eh? How can I help, Ser...
Lev Arris: Lev Arris.
Angus Santana: Excellent. I can only give you a few minutes I'm afraid, Ser Arris, on the way to a meeting, three meetings actually, simultaneously.
Lev Arris: Don't you have your own agents for this kind of thing?
Hassan: Never know who to trust in this business, Arris. It's a dirty war. They got moles inside the CIS, we got agents in their organization. We give them the mushroom treatment.
Lev Arris: The mushroom treatment?
Hassan: Feed 'em shit, keep them in the dark.
[Lev Arris has been summoned to the Museum of Hom by the eccentric Bexian priest Uncle Kashumai, who appears to be rather distraught about something, his wailing and moaning echoes around the museum]
Uncle Kashumai: Oh grief!
[he jumps up and down]
Lev Arris: What's the matter, Uncle?
Uncle Kashumai: Oh nephew, the heart of the things that we had here, the soul of them, has been stolen! Taken by heartless infidels, doubtless to be sold for filthy lucre!
Lev Arris: What was this exactly?
Uncle Kashumai: A small and exquisitely made image of the Lord of the Brews in his aspect as taster.
Uncle Kashumai: The Holy cup in one hand, his other raised in blessing. A thing of great beauty, of history, which our people have cherished for a millenia. And now, all gone. We would do anything to get it back, anything.
Lev Arris: How much anything?
Uncle Kashumai: [suddenly snaps out of his anguish] Quite a lot, uh, ten thou at least.
Lev Arris: Nasty despoiling infidels. You, um, you got their names did you?
Uncle Kashumai: Oh yes indeed. Bray, Ronnie or Reggie.
Kronos: You! You look... you look the same. How I hated that face. And how I loved my own.
Lev Arris: Well it's just as well you're so well adjusted, Sar, otherwise that could have driven you a little crazy. You look like shit, by the way.
Kronos: Shit? SHIT? Still the same old smug Vell, eh? Well, your face might be new, but that's the only thing that is. You're history, the firm's done quite nicely without you.