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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 3:26 pm
((hehe, good idea, might as well make it a whole brewing plot, hmm? ))
The two talked for at least about ten minutes, and when a 5000 Digit card was pressed into her long-fingered hand, she took it without a word, slipping it into her belt-pouch before getting up, their meeting finished with.
She was slightly facinated by her new target, but showed none of this as she pushed the flap out of her way and exited the stall. Passing right by the young terran, sketching upon his notepad, she did not need to turn her head to have been able to see him. His heart beating, the graphite scritching it's way across the smooth surface, and since it was a fairly quiet sector of the marketplace, it was even clearer to the young Manarian. Though she pretened that she was what she looked like, a blind person, but she walked with deceptive grace and ease, with a confidence so odd for someone who 'could not see'.
Pulling up the cowel of her white robe, she fitted it over her head and pulled her braid over her shoulder so it wouldn't feel akward, her bare feet felt the cool metal of the station's floor underneath their hardened soles. Temporarily forgetting about the being outside the stall, she began to think on her new target, some overconfident gaul...
She had been against a few of them before in her lifetime, and did not not envy them. While lightning quick and had an odd flow of dilecta, they seemed to move almost in slow motion to the spidery being.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 6:15 pm
Peering out of the corner of her eye as she skipped along happily, Chriock noticed a young terran with some kind of odd tablet in his lap, and he was making funny marks on the tablet. Not being one with tact, she dissapeared from the crowd, her tails kept tight against her back now that she wasn't using them, and, with glittering eyes, snuck around him the long way and came up behind him to look over his shoulder at the pictures of the other inhabitants of the station, including her!
"Oh Vow! Dhoes are pretty gud!" The young'un exclaimed with a slight shriek of joy, her high-pitched voice layered with the accent of her homeworld. A terran would think it sort of something like russian, but not quite, with an odd clicking noise that seemed to come from deep in the throat. Jumping up onto the planter as well, deft little tails came shooting out as she snatched the sketchbook for herself, her little hands turning the pages as quick eyes scanned each page, each drawing just as good as the last.
"Are you a.. how do zey say it... ardist?!" Her alien tongue had difficulty wrapping it's self about the foreign human word, but just managed to say it none-the-less, her little bald head bobbing as she took another apple from her laden belt-pouches and handed one to him.
"Very impressive..." Chriock murmured in appreciation as she continued to look over his work.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:42 pm
Now, Jurgen wasn't the one to simply stand idly. He knew he was a bounty amongst those that he collected, but the fact that he collected bounties for the same agency he was wanted by made him a bit more... protected. However, he couldn't help but feel constantly on edge.
He had to get out of here, and soon.
He had just finished some sort of space-age bratwurst (it wasn't as good as the usual kind) and found it churning up more stomach acid than was healthy. Heartburn would probably kick in, probably in about ten minutes. Jurgen shook his head. And he didn't even have an antacid...
Well, that was unfortunate. He'd probably have a nasty bout of diarrhea soon enough... It was quite bad to have in space, since it had the tendency to really stink up a cramped ship like his scout cruiser. So, he'd wait until that passed...
And every moment spent on the crapper would mean more chances of his brains being splattered on that bathroom stall's walls.
But that was hardly important, since he was currently milling about individuals of hardly any note, attempting to find something to do.
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Issix was certainly not pleased. He had expected a grand hunt for this 'Jurgen,' this elusive German self-styled space cowboy with a stolen experimental scout ship.
Instead, he was standing in the middle of a crowd.
He wanted to scream at the b*****d. At least make it difficult! This was a hunt, not a casual meeting for tea! It disgusted him! He knew the man had to know he was a bounty head, but it didn't matter now.
The blue-scaled Gaul's heavy footfalls thumped up towards Jurgen, who didn't even cast a second glance towards him. What was the idiot thinking? The imbecile! The nerve of a bountyhead to be simply standing there boggled his very mind!
Issix regained his cool. He figured the ship was probably locked and probably in a very sophisticated way, so he'd need to actually attempt to get the key off of him without potentially damaging it. One couldn't be too careful on this sort of retrieval operation.
...Then again, had it a complicated security system, how'd an idiot like him get ahold of the ship?
It didn't matter. He just had to get the key. Or whatever it took... Now, how to go about this? Usually he didn't talk to his targets... he simply killed them or subdued them, depending on the type of bounty.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 8:40 pm
"Huh, GAH!?" Michael didn't really have time to register the statements made by the little creature before it had leapted up beside him and snatched his sketchbook from him. Realizing that the little alien did not mean him harm and was only admiring his work he blushed a deep crimson. The ratty little thing though, was obviously not at all shy.
"Oh, um heh heh, well I guess they're ok. " He was rather taken aback, and rather embarassed, he'd not exaclty asked the being for persmission to render...it... in his work. "I'm not exactly what you'd call an artist though, it's really more of a hobby. I don't think you'd really find anything of interest there... Mostly just farming equipment and portraits of labourers." He grinned a stupid grin and he offered his hand in greeting, "I'm Michael, Michael Oshima, nice to meet you uh....miss? I'm really sorry, I've never met another species before. I'm a run-away, and a drifter. This is my first time away from home."
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 1:03 pm
Casey had been wandering rather aimlessly for quite some time. He'd stopped briefly to bandage a few of the deeper cuts he'd sustained while recklessly fleeing the authorities, and kept on the movie, lest he be caught. He'd also disguised himself with a new change of clothes, including a poofy hat to cover his distinctively colored hair, a clean pair of denim pants, free from the oil stains of that which he had been wearing before, and a brown canvas jacket that was too big for him. His enormous boots were clearly visible, but they were covered by his other pants during the chase so they police wouldn't have known about them. The jacket covered the bloody bandages on his arm, which were very suspicious, as they were obviously still fresh bandages.
One thing he couldn't hide, though, was the fact that he was injured, and badly. He'd apparently sustained a bad fall at some point and was limping slightly. In addition, it was taking all his willpower to prevent from clutching at his left side that had been scraped up badly upon jumping off the tram, and even so, it was pretty obvious that he was hurt, despite his attempts to hide it.
However, he could definitely see someone else who was trying to hide something, but doing a bad job of it. Casey had found a crowd to blend into for a while, and was searching for a place to rest his feet when he noticed a Gaul with blue scales looking at someone else in the crowd with a particularly constipated look on his face--or at least as close to constipated as he could discern; Casey had always had a hard time interpreting facial expressions of other races. Despite that, though, it was plainly obvious that he was hovering in the state of mind where you want to scream at someone for being so stupid.
Casey sifted his eyes through the crowd, but it was too thick for him to tell exactly who the Gaul was mad at. Not that he cared at all, but it was of some interest to him--partly because if something were to happen here, it would draw attention, which would be bad, but also because the Gaul was unknowingly directly in between Casey and a particularly nice looking bench that would surely be claimed if he did not act quickly. Had the tired terran not been on the move for so long, he wouldn't need to sit down, but his feet were hurting and a seat in the middle of a crowd he could blend into was a luxury that could not be passed up.
Casey stood, took a breath and immediately saw someone else--a portly man wearing a top hat--heading for it. He rushed towards it! Casey had quite a lead on the other man. The bench would be his!
Unfortunately for him, the crowd was very big and a pregnant terran woman on his right jostled him, causing him to lose his balance. Casey struggled to regain it but with his limp his efforts were in vain. He feebly grabbed at anything to stop his fall and was successful. Only now, he was faced with a different problem: Casey's arms were wrapped around the waist-region of the very gaul he had noticed earlier.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:03 pm
Issix had been staring down the terran known as Jurgen for what seemed like days, though it had only been mere moments. How to get access to his ship? Surely if there was a password of some sorts, he'd need the German terran alive...
He heard someone get bumped near him, and then felt someone's hands upon him. Issix nearly jumped, causing the arms around his body, which were presumeably meant to pin him down in some sort of tackle (though it was a feeble one at best), to disengage their hold. Issix's hand flew to his side, and produced his proud weapon, his Kin'set.
The mere command of his mind activated the treasured weapon, and the blade of pure energy took a distinctive shape. It was a long, flat, one-sided blade (though it could really cut from any angle) of plasma with a jagged edge, and he brandished it wildly, feeling too threatened for his own good.
This of course caused a disturbance of massive proportions, people fleeing for their very lives as a crazed Gaul threatened with his Kin'set a person who just really happened to 'bump into him.'
Issix, realizing that his true quarry had been left unobserved for a slight duration that could really prove an opportune moment for an escape, glanced back to where Jurgen was supposed to be.
Issix swore in his native tongue. Jurgen was gone.
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Jurgen had actually left at the same second that the other Terran had fallen into the Gaul. This was not due to the desire to flee; he hardly even heard the disturbance and figured it was gang violence or some such thing.
He had left because he seriously had to use the restroom.
Dashing off at breakneck speed, moments before the disturbance in the main square, down an alley, Jurgen's head darted left and right attempting to find a restroom.
He spotted a square, black-and-white sign with the word "MEN" upon it, and dashed in, relieved to find that it was indeed a bathroom.
Space bratwurst just wasn't the best thing to have upon one's stomach.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:35 pm
Giving a smug smile to the young terran as she returned his sketchbook, the equally young chiak rubbed her bald, tattooed head with a tiny hand as she introduced herself with a dubious air.
"I am Chriock VasDefin! I too am far from home, and have gotten here by... questionable.. means. So! Your a human? Is that what all those sketches are from? Earth?" Her high-pitched voice was almost comical as she asked questions with the curiosity of a small, terran 4-year-old. Her plasma pistols swung gently at her sides as she lept from the planter to stand an astounding 3'4" before the man. Her tails waving happily, each tip pieced and lined with a metal tube to contain the knives.
Looking at his hand, she leaned foreward to inspect if a second quizically before shrugging at Michael and just giving him an undisturbed smile.
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Walking through the crowded place again, the Manarian had again hired a young alien street-urchin to help her about the noisy place. Slightly hunched-over and literally blind with so many people about, Nika wasn't quite sure what to do when suddenly a bright flash of energy sprang into her vision, the concentrated power of dilecta a beacon to her physically blind eyes.
Patting the child on the head she released his hand, whispering for him to wait a moment behind her as people were suddenly all running away from that area, giving her some relief of the horrid sound, smell, and feel of the main-way. Walking close enough, Nika could have laughed when she suddenly saw the source of the dilecta.
"A Kin'set... havn't seen one of those for a while..." She whispered to herself, her tone amused as she realised that the kin'set was about to be used in a very harsh way. Frowning, Nika hoped they hadn't noticed her yet and started acting her part, the rich, young, blind, manarian.
"Can anyone point me in the way of the docking bay? I can't find my way back to my ship.. I was separated..." The young assassin pouted, hoping to distract the two before it really did come to blows. Whimpering a bit, she made a show of trying to feel her way around, her head angling from side to side, as if trying to catch a familiar voice..
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:48 pm
Michael couldn't help but grin at the little thing's antics, "From Earth? Not exaclty. I've never actually been there myself. It's a bit too crowded for me. I'm actually from Titan. It's the moon of a planet from Earth's solar system Sol." Michael's stomach let ou ta loud growl, "Um, Chriock? How do you get food around here? I've been living off of what I could knick from ship galley scraps for the past few months. I'm sort of new to the concept of money... Titan was a farming community, we mostly just bartered. Nobody wants to trade food for art or labour so far."
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 10:10 pm
"Money for food?... err.. yes! Of course!" Said the little being a little TOO cheerfully as she dug out a couple more apples she had 'aquired' earlier, her tails offering them to the young terran, the chiak with a huge, almost comical grin on her face, so proud of her wares.
Tightening her jacket in a business-like manner, she placed her hands on her hips and twitched her large ears, the little tufts of hair on the tips of each quivering with pride.
"So you have no idea about digit's then? I can teach you! It's really quite simple!" So, the young alien grabbed his hand after stuffing one apple into his other hand, and the rest into whatever pocket she could find. Dragging him off, she began to explain the fundamentals of the currency of most of the universe.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 11:01 pm
Oh, did it feel good to be finally off that cramped little ship! Stretching all four of her legs and reaching her upper limbs up and out until the bones cracked and fell back into their proper places, Sh'Vrinia took in the massive exodus happening away from the center of the space station. Odd. She didn't think she had a fan base here in the space station, she'd only been here a couple times before for refueling.
"No no, darrrrlingsss... I'm only here ferr a leetle beet," Vrinia purred to the terrified masses, waving one massive paw. They didn't even bother to stop and listen to her lilting, feline tones. All they seemed content to do was run in the opposite direction, towards the shipping docks.
Well, nevermind the little people, the Sileth needed food in her system. It had been a long trip and she was glad to be away from home finally. Her parents were so oppressive, always giving her things and showering her with affection. Why couldn't they express some sort of tension or strife in the parent-child relationship? It was disturbing. How was Sh'Vrinia to be grown up into the proper angsty teenager of the galaxy if she got along with her family so well?
The dark furred creature continued to amble slowly up through the people going the opposite direction, paying them little mind. She was trying to remember where they sold the best crab cakes. Actually, did they even have crab cakes in the space station. It really had been a while since she'd come to refuel.
"Well... perhaps I can find sssomething elllssse just as fulfilling---"
Light flashed in the sensitive feline's eyes and she reared back, surprised. Never the one to stop and gauge a situation, Vrinia hissed and walked forth, her claws extended and reaching.
"What in the worrrlld?! Sstop that vissionarrrry rracket!" The tentacle-like appendages on her shoulders snaked around her, expecting to knock-out a channeler or whatever was producing the light.
(Ick~I'm rusty... sorry!)
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:59 pm
Casey was not in the best of situations. Falling into an angry alien who would only get angrier for it was not the highest item on his to-do list. There was some luck in this though: Had his grip been the least bit tighter, Issix's loincloth would have fallen with the terran, revealing lizard p***s to everyone in the area. Not that he would mind, but the crowd would draw even more attention, and even as things were, he had to get out of the area as soon as possible. He was trying to avoid notice not draw attention.
Casey rolled across the floor. He would have stood, but directly above him was a particularly offensive looking weapon in the hands of an angry looking guy. The pain from pressing his wounds against the floor so roughly was noticeable, but the pain from having his head split in two would have been worse. Casey pulled out from his roll and set to his feet, his boots thudding against the ground rather sickeningly. Unfortunately, this only made him even more tired than he already was, and his subsequent efforts to weave out of the throng of people were stifled even further beyond what the general panic would have been. Still, something seemed off. Casey had been familiar with the feel of dilecta, since he had been a channeler since birth, but he hadn't felt it ever since his boots had grafted to him. Still, he stopped in his tracks, surprised by this sensation that he hadn't felt in quite some time.
What is this? he thought. It feels like a channeler, but different...
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 10:54 pm
Michael was having a hard time absorbing all the info his new friend was flinging at him. Currency was given instead of wares? Yet wares were given in exchange for currency. It was all very confusing, but it was starting to make a bit of sense to the boy. "Hold on Chriock, where are you taking me?" he asked as the little creature buffeted him through the crowds. He was having trouble trying to apologize to everybody he bumped into before they were out of site. He felt a bit abashed considering how foolish he must have looked, being dragged about by this diminuitive creature with apples rolling about his pockets and hands.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 4:55 pm
Issix was now more than furious. Had there been a word in his vocabulary to describe it, he would've known a better way to describe the feeling, but describing such emotions was not of the greatest importance.
Two things were now important. One, he had to find Jurgen, but two, and more importantly, he had to deal with the person that had distracted him in the first place. He turned his gaze and his Kin'set arm to the man who had distracted him from his target, but found him almost impossible to locate amongst the other Terrans, who all looked alike to him anyways.
He roared, quite literally, in fury, a blood-curdling sound that inspired fear in the mightiest of wills, and made several citizens around him flee even further, his jaws stretched far and wide, his lizard tongue hanging in the air between, a few drops of saliva falling from it.
After he finished his shriek, which he had to say was by far one of the best ways to alleviate stress, his Kin'set shrank back into its hilt, and he stuck it back where it was. There was no need for it yet, since he had to find Jurgen first...
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Jurgen exited the restroom just as soon as the roar sounded throughout the square, echoing into the alley where he stood, and he covered his ears. He turned on his heel, away from that, instinctively feeling trouble coming his way. Another stupid bounty hunter after himself and his ship...
His ship!
He remembered, now, that was his goal in the first place. Grab something to eat, maybe some supplies, and get out. Then again, he hadn't gotten supplies, and he would have to dock within the next few days again, but that didn't matter much.
Well, he didn't really want to do that...
And besides, supplies were unbelieveably cheap here, and... well, he could dodge danger with the best of them. He shrugged and headed off on his course, making his way to a strip of various stores where he could purchase freeze-dried goods and other such supplies. He'd need them for the long haul...wherever he was going.
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