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Post by Alastor on Sept 4, 2014 21:15:12 GMT -8
"It's not drugs, Asshat. Alice and Charlotte need supplies, Evan's still too little so they don't really wanna leave, yknow? Perfect sense." She pointed out a few larger things, tapping them with her hand and leaving a soft mark to indicate they were the ones she wanted them to take. "You guys up for it? Also, gonna need a couple others to take these babies out." "Drugs, supplies... With those two, there's a grey area." Hon'at shrugged. "What with the constant need for the painkillers and the... what does the blonde smoke, again? Some sort of crop?" |
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 4, 2014 21:17:46 GMT -8
"Yeah, just a little somethin' from Earth I get shipped in when I can..."
"You can get things shipped from Earth?"
"Yeah, it's not that big of a deal here. A few missing candy bars, crop circles, a few missing kids... do they still chock it up to superstition and not believe we're out here?"
"As far as I know..."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 5, 2014 10:10:15 GMT -8
"Moon off of Echelm. Alice and Charlotte are out there, remember?" Reese turned to them, holding a small missile launcher with her hip. "I got a package for you kids to deliver. 500 credits sound good?" Ba'al huffed indignantly, bovine nostrils flaring. "You just met us, and you're already throwing some kind of job our way? We're not your errand boys. And what's to stop you from buggering off with our creds and leaving us pissing in the wind? Or turning us in? Why should we trust you?" |
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 5, 2014 10:26:33 GMT -8
"Hey, Steel. Relax." She turned back to them, snorting. "You get the 500 before you even leave. And turn you in? Buddy, I'm an escaped slave too. Hell, aren't we all?"
"I don't think Hon'at is?" Nal piped up, running her limbs through her hair absent-mindedly.
"Ah, well, whatever there. I ain't selling you guys out, just gotta get this to my girls. My ship's all busted up thanks to a few Quegars."
"Quegars. You're a fugitive."
"I run a ring to get people what they need. Escaped slaves have to find some way to do things - that's as good as any and only probably the most dangerous."
"I don't think we can associate ourselves with that."
"Well, you might as well get used to it. You've already hired a damn Khiz'ra with an addiction and came into a place of ill repute around these parts. Hell, you stole a ship - Quegars are probably gonna be on your tail by morning! Half of 'em work for slavers, are you dumb?"
"Which is why we need weapons and a warp drive. We'll get to our homes and abandon the ship. Nobody will find us then."
"Wow. You really think that's gonna work? Your old man has you guys memorized, probably, you think he can't just find you again and take more of you this time? Listen, all I'm saying is this - deliver this damn package, go to Alice and Charlotte, and you'll get advice from people who really know how to evade these things and get back to normal. They're liberators."
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Post by Alastor on Sept 5, 2014 10:31:18 GMT -8
"One question, Human." Hon'at interjected, tossing aside various junker parts from the cart. "Why are you sending us to those two? Why not Nal'taie herself?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 5, 2014 10:41:59 GMT -8
"Nal's too busy. I mean, I could run the shop for a little bit, but fact is, you guys need to see them a little more than we do. They know tricks of the trade and more routes than either of us, and they're not on the run anymore."
"Liberators that aren't on the run? Sounds too good to be true. Really, all of this does. What's in it for you?"
"One less job I have to do, plus - you guys are a lot like me. Gotta give a little, right?" She ended that with another wink.
Genesis stared at her, the only other human in the group, before glancing back to her friends. She sighed - it didn't sit quite right with her, but still - free parts and 500 credits to deliver a parcel? It might be worth a shot to try.
"What do you guys think?"
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Post by diamondcoffee on Sept 5, 2014 10:48:59 GMT -8
Faon looked around at these fugitives bickering back and forth. "500 credits split between all of us ain't going to get us anywhere. Hell, 500 credits can barely help my little bro at home with dinner on the table." Faon looked at the human, curious but aware. "I mean, I can do this myself, easy. But if you want all of us, I'm thinking a bit more."
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Post by Alastor on Sept 5, 2014 11:06:42 GMT -8
"You want more than five hundred credits?" Hon'at sneered, glaring at Faon with the corner of his eye. "For a glorified delivery? Five hundred is well higher than what they should be paying yo."
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Post by diamondcoffee on Sept 6, 2014 11:09:20 GMT -8
"You want more than five hundred credits?" Hon'at sneered, glaring at Faon with the corner of his eye. "For a glorified delivery? Five hundred is well higher than what they should be paying yo." "Five hundred between all of us, isn't going to do shit. If we get out of here, that would feed us each for what, two, three day at max? Plus I have a package I need to send off myself." |
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 6, 2014 20:33:58 GMT -8
Rain mumbled, mostly to Leveret but loud enough that everyone could hear, "Who said she'd get any..."
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Post by diamondcoffee on Sept 9, 2014 7:38:19 GMT -8
Faon quickly glared at the smaller of her kind. "Listen." Faon snapped. "I know these parts of the galaxy like the back of my hand. If you don't want to get caught by some sort of police out here, I'd suggest you take at least let me lead how we get somewhere. So you don't get caught. Again."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 13, 2014 17:48:33 GMT -8
Ba'al quickly glared at the smaller of the smaller's kind in return. "Right," he grumbled, bitterly. "Because it's not like you were enslaved in the first place, or anything. Last thing we need is some hotshot with antlers calling the shots when she doesn't know what the hell's going on."
With a quick flare of his nostrils and a sigh of exasperation, the bull creature simply nodded to Reese. "We'll take what you can give, for now. Just give us what we need, so we can all come back in one piece. Or at least some of us."
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 13, 2014 19:23:03 GMT -8
"We were caught unaware children. It won't happen again." Genesis stiffened her face, looking back to Reese. "We'll take it."
"Well, you're getting more than 500 credits - just not all in credits. Take these parts, wouldja kids? Let's go get your ship fixed up." Reese strode over to a small gap in the racks, and pulled out two boxes - one was much larger than the other. "This one's for the girls, and this one's for you guys. Use it when you're running low, eh?"
Confused, Genesis took the smaller box, pulling open the top to reveal oxygen canisters.
"...Thank you. Let's get to work."
Thanks to passageways Hon'at and Reese both knew, the group was led back to the ship in much less time than it had taken them to get into the city. Between Genesis's powers and Ba'al's strength, the parts for the ship were carried out - and within the hour of finding their ship, the Outrunner was fixed - to the point where it looked almost nothing like the ship it was previously. They soon lifted off, leaving Reese behind, but following her directions - to get to Miluna, they had to travel eastward of Zias, but make sure to go the long way around Delango - even with the new parts, they couldn't risk taking the chance of running back into slavers on their main touchdown. Miluna would be Echelm's third moon, and would be characterized to them by a soft purple color illuminating it from afar.
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Post by JW% on Sept 13, 2014 23:19:58 GMT -8
Khan was waiting at the ship for them to come back, eager to get the parts to finish repairs, but when Genesis and Ba'al shoved him aside the metal crab man bubbled a bit and then stepped into the shadows in the depths of the ship.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Oct 2, 2014 17:28:02 GMT -8
"Comin' through."
Hoisting two cumbersome shipping containers on either shoulder, Ba'al stormed through the narrow corridors of their spacefaring vessel, caring little of who or what happened to be in his way. The sealed boxes contained a portion of their shipment, which was to make its way into the cargo hold to be secured. While the other, smaller renegades tended to dart about their stolen starship in awe and excitement, the hulking mutant was focused more on completing the task at hand as efficiently and effectively as possible.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Khan, the diminutive Khiz'ra, scuttling into the corner.
"Hey, Sirius," Ba'al barked, calling his fellow escapee out from the shadows. "Get busy being busy or get busy getting off this boat, we've got a job to do."
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Post by JW% on Oct 2, 2014 21:17:59 GMT -8
Khan lowered his eyestalks in a challenging manner at the massive Dannar. The little crab had been digging through the guts of the ship and fixing things since they had stolen it. They might not have even made it to this port without him working on making sure nothing serious broke down. And then when they had been out having time on the town, making business contracts and apparently ignoring the list of necessary items he had asked for to get the ship running, if not fighting, fit, in favor of their own choices.
A small foam of bubbles appeared at his mouth as he huffed. No, not only did they have to higher a bigger, more attractive Khiz’ra, one not mutilated by cybernetics installed during his time in bondage, now he was being told to get off the boat too. All his work being thrown out, right along with him.
"I see how it is." Khan said, spitting his bubbles at Ba'al. "Fine. I'll leave." He held his alloy claws up in a defensive stance as he climbed up the side of the wall and headed for the door via the ceiling.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 5, 2014 19:03:14 GMT -8
"You enjoy the cold, unforgiving vacuum of space?" Hon'at said to Khan, looking at the other Khiz'ra from the makeshift work bench he was standing at, where he was repairing one of the ship's various broken parts. "You will surely die there, you realize, yes?"
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Post by JW% on Oct 5, 2014 19:11:18 GMT -8
Khan's mouth foamed a little and he lowered his eyestalks at Hon'at. His claws clacked a little unconscious sign of anger. The fact that they clanged rather than clacked made him wince and force them to remain open.
"Won't be the cold that kills me."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 6, 2014 15:08:46 GMT -8
"Stop being dramatic, all of you, and get to work." Genesis was carrying the boxes Reese had given them, and motioned with her head towards a pile of parts for the inner workings. "We got what you asked us to get, Khan. We just got more help from a generous woman. This Khiz'ra-" She glanced at Hon'at, moving to a set of doors leading to a storage sector - "Knows his way around the galaxy more than any of us do. Make friends, boys."
She disappeared behind the doors, setting the boxes down once inside. The smaller of the two parcels, the one meant for them, was opened, she pulled out the two canisters of oxygen and set them with the small stockpile of others. They stood out, being much smaller than the others - but, she supposed, in an emergency they would get them where they needed to go just fine.
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Post by JW% on Oct 10, 2014 18:18:18 GMT -8
"I don't do 'friends'." The smaller Khiz’ra said. "And if you hired him to replace me, that's fine. I'll leave."
This time, since Genesis had slipped into another compartment and nobody was further blocking his way to the door, Khan scuttled along the wall and slipped out the open airlock, climbing along the hull.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 13, 2014 9:24:04 GMT -8
"Bah." Hon'at replied, seeing the other Khiz'ra climbing towards the open airlock. "Teenagers."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 13, 2014 9:43:24 GMT -8
By the time Genesis came back from the storage room it was already too late, the hatch was closing. She looked upwards and groaned.
"That damn crab is going to get himself killed, and he's going to take all of us down with him..."
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Post by Alastor on Jul 26, 2015 11:54:12 GMT -8
"Bah." Hon'at said to the human teenager as he walked over to another area in need of repairs. "He'll just kill self, won't endanger rest of us, Bratling."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 26, 2015 13:04:29 GMT -8
"Then let's get this show on the road, right?"
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Post by JW% on Jul 29, 2015 20:48:06 GMT -8
The mutilated cyborg Khiz’ra dropped off of the hull, scuttling along the dock and looking for a place where he would be accepted. Fortunately, his race fit well into starports and it was likely that there would be somebody interested in is skill sets. Particularly in the darker corners where he could avoid notice. If none of the others aboard the ship wanted him around, so be it. He would find somewhere else.
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