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6/8/2016 7:13:04 AM
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"Oh yeah, a job" he says. His voice was higher than the average males', yet matured.
"A damned important one too, tell me, how do you feel about flying into one of the most lawless places in this system to either steal or destroy some taken merchandise of ours, whichever is easier"
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[b]Damien sighs a tired sigh and throws him a mischievous grin.[/b] [i]"Steal. Stealing is badass. Let's get shit done. Is this a loud or quiet job?"[/i]
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"Quiet at first, but it's inevitably gonna get loud"
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[i]"I'll bring my big guns. I'm Damien by the way... I uh, drink alcohol and kickass on the side... Though, it's more like tackle ass because I'll be drunk."[/i] [b]Damien extends a augmented hand, the wrist also covered by a black band.[/b]
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"Heard of you, you pulled that job with Eleif in Kogun, one reason I looked for you" he replies as he meets his hand with his own. "And I'm Kir, I keep the space tub intact, inside and out"
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[i]"I'm going to forget your name... I'll call you Goggles..."[/i] [b]Damien's head slams against the counter once more as he lets go, his forehead making a metal clank.[/b]
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"I ... actually like that" he chuckles. "See Zhackie whenever you're ready, he's finalizing details with the contacts over at Jaxen"
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[spoiler]Same post?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler]
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[b][u]Hours later...[/u][/b] [b]When Damien wakes up... The bar is mostly empty. With a huff, he coughs into a dirty rag, funding the familiar crimson stain that seemed to haunt him.[/b] [i]"Dammit... I think I have cancer..."[/i] [b]He sighs and gets to his feet... A few minutes later, he taps on the door to Zhackie's office, cigarette in mouth, and coat dusted off.[/b]
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The sounds of a conversation between three voices, or argument rather become distinct the closer to the door. "For the last time neither of you is goin-" "I should be the one to go! I can, in your words 'fly like the devil with wings' and on top I can break just about any computer dow-" "No I go! That planet is my home pad! I grew up in that city and know plenty! Not to mention that's where I learned all my skills as a mecha-" "Quiet down!" Zhackie's voice hushes them as the knock sounds. "Come in" The room is the same, dimly lit and books and papers loiter the place, one of the computers on the wall is on and on standby mode. Zhackie looks over the large round table, Eleif leans against the left wall and Kir sits on a desk lined against the wall. "Glad you could make it lad" "Sup Damien" "How's the drink working?"
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[i]"Thanks. Hello. And it's working fine... Now, uh, what's the deal? I may only have one ear, but you all make more noise than people being exposed to radioactive waves..."[/i] [b]He looks around at the different faces, remembering them each differently. He didn't look so great himself, having lately turned a sickly white and forming bags under his eye. Not that he would complain... Or that it would affect him in the field..[/b]
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Zhackie turns his head to the computer on standby. "We're expecting another to join in this conversation, but for now I'll give you the basic details of this operation" He backs from the table and begins to pace around. "It was supposed to be a simple gun-run out of Black Swamp, also known as the most dangerous on that dry planet-" "Get's its name from all the oil drilled and mined there" Kir adds in. "They've been carving it up for about a century and a half now, still hasn't gone dry" "Guns were all packed and ready to be shipped out, then shit hit the fan. One of the usual shootouts between the city and bandits occurred as they were being lifted, wrong place wrong time, pilot went crashing down from the crossfire along with the merchandise. What survived of that has been recovered by some of ours before the authorities could get to it and they already know Looking Glass was involved, what we need to cover up at this point is our patron who asked for the arms in the first place" He takes a sip of a mug sitting on the table. "At the moment, our moles and sleepers in Black Swamp are playing hot potato with illegal firearms as the authorities go knocking from door to door looking for said firearms, a deadline is set for when the weapons will be destroyed in order to prevent tracks being discovered. If we can retrieve them before that happens, it would save plenty of money and reputation. Keeping up?"
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[b]Damien nods slowly.[/b] [i]"So, you are sending me and... Someone else in to pick up weapons that got into a mess before the authorities get their hands on the goods? Correct me if I'm wrong... I wanna make sure I ain't being a dumbass."[/i]
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"Ol correct" He nods. "Normally we would shrug and say "Got us, watcha gonna do?". But in this case, our client wants no traces that lead to him"
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[i]"I'll get it done. I got a rail-gun with a lust for authoritarian blood."[/i] [b]He motions to Kir and Elief, his one organic hand shaking slightly.[/b] [i]"They coming with me...?"[/i]
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"No" he replies immedietly. "Wha?"/"What?" "You" he looks at Kir. "Because I still need you to check and replace those damn thrusters down back, which I've been asking you to do for about a damn week now. Your actual job is priority" Kir grunts, raises a finger, but can't think of a retort. He just remains quiet and crosses his arms. "And you" he turns to Eleif. "Because you already have an assignment" She raises a brow. "I do?" "Yes, you have surveillance to do over at the Black Cloud district of Kogun remember?" he asks. "Wait, you were actually serious about that?" "Yes" "You really want me to sit in damp room for hours and listen in on frequencies which may or not-" He remains quiet, but his stare was ice. " ... fine" she complies. He turns back to you. "You'll be working with Bonnie and her crew"
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[b]Damien raises an eyebrow, his hands sliding down into the pockets of his tacky olive green coat.[/b] [i]"Who exactly is Bonnie? I don't mean to be rude, but I have a hard time working with strangers."[/i] [b]He points out, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigarette.[/b]
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"Only one of the coolest people you'll ever meet" chimes Eleif. "More like one of the creepiest" Adds Kir. "You don't need to be too distrusting about her, you met Millise in Kogun. Same way I run The Jolly Undertaker and he oversees Kogun from The Lotus, she runs our show in Jaxen from The Grifter's Noose"
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[i]"It's not that I'm distrustful... More skeptical. How have the authorities not picked up on any of this? Even with papers, IDs, permits, hideouts... Someone has to get suspicious. It all seems way to... Open. Bah... Maybe I'm just being paranoid... When do we start?"[/i]
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"As soon as you can get ship-ready"
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[i]"Aye, aye capitan."[/i] [b]Damien turns and trudges back through the door. Minutes later, he makes it back to his hover craft and hops in, closing the seal and launching to deep space. He dials back in to the Undertaker... Realizing he didn't ask for coordinates.[/b] [i]"Hey... Uh... This is Damien speaking... I am looking for a Zhackie. It appears I didn't bring a map."[/i]
