Quartermaster Hix

Quartermaster Hix
Type	Contract Giver
Affiliation	Dunemen
Hostile	No

Nasher Hix is the quartermaster of The Mithra which has crashed in the Western Vermillius Gap. He gives the player several contracts as part of the Fall Of The Mithra Journey.

Location

Quartermaster Hix can be found in the Mithra, inside a non-combat zone underneath the wreckage.

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Dialogue

Quartermaster Hix: You startled me, stranger. Guess I was lost in thought. Or some kind of delayed onset head trauma.
Quartermaster Hix: Of course, both things could be true...

Player: Who are you?

Quartermaster Hix: I'm Nasher Hix, Quartermaster of the Mithra. Whatever's left of it, anyway.
Quartermaster Hix: You can call me Hix.

Player: Looks like you need some help, Hix.

Quartermaster Hix: Did the Guild send you?

Player: No, but I heard your distress call and I'm here to help.

Quartermaster Hix: Well, this goes against all known protocols, but...protocols be damned! There are lives on the line.

Player: Any idea who shot you down?

Quartermaster Hix: No clue. Danvers, our umbilical specialist, said we were taking fire from below, but the rig crew is totally blind during transpo.
Quartermaster Hix: An Intrepid Class Harvester has seven interior decks-none of 'em with viewports.
Quartermaster Hix: But they must have took out the Carryall, because we dropped from the sky like our 'chute was cut.
Quartermaster Hix: I was on the head when we hit. The bulkhead torqued, and the door wouldn't open. Had to cut my way out of the shitter in total darkness.

Player: Did anyone see who was shooting at you?

Quartermaster Hix: Talk to Lieutenant Drangh. She's the only one on the bridge deck to survive. If anyone knows more, it's her.

Player: What are you doing here?

Quartermaster Hix: Our medic is dead. I've been doing what I can for the wounded, which isn't much.
Quartermaster Hix: The lucky ones got out with some broken bones or fuel burns. The unlucky ones...got caught when the coolant flow ruptured.
Quartermaster Hix: Flash-froze the poor bastards where they stood. 'Til we hit the surface, that is...
Quartermaster Hix: Then, the sudden and massive transfer of kinetic downforce caused their bodies to explode into a billion frozen meat particles.
Quartermaster Hix: You ever see red snow? It's a horror you won't soon forget.

Player: Tell me about yourself. Hix.

Quartermaster Hix: That's a tale of tragedy and woe.
Quartermaster Hix: My family's been Miner's Guild since the late nine-thousands-supply management on mother's side, rig technical on father's.

Player: Are they still with the Guild?

Quartermaster Hix: Sadly, no. They're with the almighty now, stranger. We lost all but my brother and two cousins when the damned Harkonnens destroyed the Windsack Depot.

Player: So it's just you, your brother, and two cousins?

Quartermaster Hix: It was for a few good years, but they all died when Carthag was obliterated. Now it's just me.

Player: That was indeed a tale of tragedy and woe.

Quartermaster Hix: Yeah, but everyone in the Guild lost kin at Windsack and Carthag. We're bound together by our pain.
Quartermaster Hix: In the end, all we could do was become each other's family. I suspect it's the same for every rig. The crew of the Mithra looks out for its own.