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Post by Snoe on Dec 19, 2016 7:37:41 GMT
It hadn't been long since we put all our money into this ship but now it was ours and we were exploring the stars together. These are the stories of the 'Hobo-Joe' I am the captain Lilian Snoe and these are my journals... or so I'd say if I could afford holo journals. I was thinking offhandedly to myself while taking my shower. These were a real treat, the ship looked amazing from the outside but there was alot to do on the inside. My crew... my friends knew that much. It was down time until we made it to the next port, delivering goods on the side kept the Hobo's fuel cells charged. That's when the alarms went off! I darted out of the shower and made it for the bridge to see what was going on throwing a towel over my shoulders and streaking down the hall until I was sitting in the captains chair bringing up the screen "What the hell is going on now?" Sitting there in the chair and wondering who else was going to come along. I was the captain by the way. Before long I realized it was just the comms I opened up the communications and saw our 'employer' staring mouth dropped "Ummmm.... Lilian... why are you?" "Is this important I was in the shower?" "I uhhh.... could you put something on?" "No I'm going back to the shower soon as you hang up so spit it out sweet cheeks?" I smirked and waited for him to start thinking with his brain. "Ummm... yeah y-you're supposed to make another pick up on the way." "Fine, email it to me." I shut it off and groaned standing full and rolling my eyes. Just another day in the life.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 20, 2016 1:47:36 GMT
“Dwoooo?” A small robotic mouse asked inquisitively, checking to see if his creator Jamie Luck was awake. “Beep dwah dwoo!” It yells startling Jamie, he had a habit of sleeping in, especially when it was time to go to work. Being Lilian’s personal assistant has it’s up and downs, though constantly being referred to as her ‘cabana boy’ was getting on his last nerve. Giving his little invention a pat on the head Jamie looks around his room. Well room was a bit much, this was the old supply closet converted ‘with love’ to serve as his bedroom. The cot wasn’t that bad a bit small, but he’s had worse, his gambling problem has made sure of that. For someone named luck he sure doesn’t have much, or rather it runs out at the worst possible time. The whole reason he was on this ship was because he lost damn near everything to Lilian nearly a month ago. She must have cheated somehow, because Jamie certainly was. Humans generally don’t travel to shadow district of the Omega-7 station, but that’s where all the fun is. Unfortunately, he stuck out way too much, and was the target of a few conmen. Unlucky for these conmen he had a special implant inside the back of his head. Granting him limited telekinetic abilities, mind reading being the most useful, but the ability to throw anything under two hundred and fifty pounds with his brain was fun. “Sn0wb4LL thanks for the wakeup call little buddy.” He yawns as he stretches his right arm over his head. Looking around the closet he finds his left arm laying on the ground, grabbing the cyberlimb he begins to reattach it. Popping it back into his shoulder he begins the startup sequence, a few moments of tinkering later his arm is working at a hundred percent. He lost three of his fingers in a game of knives, his thumb and pointer in a blaster pistol malfunction, finally selling the rest of the arm to some alien that really wanted to taste human flesh. Being cheap by nature he scrounged for the best deal he could find, so what if this was an older model that was clearly robotic, and who cares if it’s half an inch longer than his real arm? Jamie certainly didn’t. The deal he got on the chrome was too good to pass up anyway. Rubbing his hands through his hair in a halfhearted attempt to clean himself up. His hair was kind of short and black, to wavy to style it without putting in too much work. Long ago Jamie decided the just got out of bed look really worked so he kept it. His beard was finally out of the high school freshman stage, and was a proper beard now, black as his hair with small flecks of light brown randomly throughout. Leaving his room with a plain pair of pants and an under shirt on he, spies his captain naked angrily stomping off to the bridge. She definitely was attractive, but this was a daily occurrence at this point, well not the angry part; no matter he’s got a job to do. Entering Snoe’s quarters the room is in disarray. Unmentionables are just everywhere, with how little clothes she wears you’d be amazed how much she owns. Jamie lets out a sigh, “She left the shower running again.” Jamie muses he can think of is the wasted money in water, also all the hot water was going to be used up before he got one. Raising his organic arm, he mentally starts making her bed, so at least there will be a place to sit while he cleans. With that out of the way he sits down on the edge of the bed, and begins cleaning. His cleaning is so fast and efficient he could probably go legit, start himself a cleaning service, make a good honest living, his stomach turns at the idea. Full of boredom while he cleans, Jamie starts going through Snoe’s work emails. Apparently, they had another pick up before they could dock, seems like a last minute one. Jamie always hated those, last second changes by an employer of any kind was always bad news. As he was hanging clothes in her closet, he noticed the one true terror of this ship. That damned maid outfit, it was a terrible thing covered in black lace with a skirt way too short for anyone especially him. Snoe told him if he lost another bet to her he’d have to wear it while onboard, he hasn’t made a bet with anyone since. Trying to get the image out of his mind he goes back to the emails. Most were spam, a couple of decent job offers, and a few ‘personal’ ads, how many times did he need to remind her to use her private email for that? Focusing on work he drifts away the humming of the ship quiets and there’s nothing else in the universe, but his work…joy.
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Post by Snoe on Dec 20, 2016 5:02:15 GMT
Snoe hated being interupted during a warm shower. Her race loved the warm water more than air itself, reptilian mammal hybrids and all that. Throwing the towel over her shoulders and walking calming back to her cabin, greeting the crew on the way “G-day boys and gals!” Giving a sultry wink in the process. Humans were a little odd in that regard, Selarians were body proud and loved to show it... not to mention they breathed partially through their skin, gave them great stamina so wearing too much was practically sufficating in a literal sense.
Padding into her room and there was her cute little endentured servant! “Hiya my lil cabana boy! Whatcha up to?” Not being shy at all as she leaned over his back laying on him while reading over the emails he was working on. “AH, the pick up... those idiots keep adding to the delivery, care to make’em pay double sweet cheeks, and then join me in the shower I can’t reach my back.” Teasing him as always and not really meaning it. Stepping back into the shower and finishing what she started.
It didnt take long, and soon she was dressed in her ‘captains’ garb. A ‘Bite Me’ tank top gloves, jean shorts and double sling holsters for her twin rail-pistols.
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Post by Envy on Dec 20, 2016 16:20:17 GMT
Stepping out of his charging chamber, Xav stretches out of habit walking over to his locker he throws on his usually ware. Opening his door Xav walks out and calls out "Hey Captain Snoe and Lucky Maid we have any jobs that need to be done?" Then heading over to the room his mask unfolds as he takes his steps his eyes adjust to the light he continues on wards. Knocking on on the cap's door "Yo you awake cap or you have a good time with you're lucky maid?" Reminiscing the time when Jamie was forced to become a maid by a somewhat drunk Snoe; Man I swear love these crazy people more than my casuals friends.
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Post by Snoe on Dec 20, 2016 20:06:39 GMT
The knock at the door perks her ears with a smirk "Come on in luv bot, bring a camera." Giggling at the insinuation trying to make Lucky a Lil uncomfortable.
It was fun teasing the crew, the Lilian often did it in her underwear during breakfast in the mess hall.
Tail sway behind her she went to the door and opened it posing suggestively I've got work for ya luv-bot but you might not like it." Teasing again.
The pickup is what she meant... a smash and grab from some pirates based on a nearby moon. "My Lil Lucky has the details."
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Post by Envy on Dec 20, 2016 22:07:51 GMT
"Awww love no job is to hard for me and I've handled things way harder than pirates. So Lucky Maid can you please give me the details for the job then please?" He says looking at Maid for his response.
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Post by Shift on Dec 20, 2016 22:20:13 GMT
Starting up.....3......2.........1
R8MP8G3 or, as his crew called him, Rampage got out of his charging pod. He started doing a full scan of the area, and discovered that most of the crew was there. He began to move onwards torward the hallway of the ship, picking up his sword and sliding it in his holster on the way. He admired the new ship that they had recently purchased. He remembered when he first met Lilian, it was on the streets of a backwater planet called Cladens, where he had woken up with no recollection of who he was, where he was or what he was.
All he knew was this message:"Your name is R8MP8G3. I am in ergent need of help, for I am imprisoned! Please, come find me! I am where the pirates flock, where the ships fly and where the streets are gold. Where the stars align, and where the horse rides. Where the land collides."
He still has no idea how his creator could come up with such a complex riddle but not know where he is. Humans, am I right? Or is he another species? Who knows!?! He thought, still standing in the middel of the hallway. He continued remembering the day he met Lilian. He was determined to get enough money to buy a spaceship to rescue his creator! However, the entire planet was poor and people sure weren't going to give money to an angry robot! That was when Lilian came by with her new spaceship looking for some new positions. One of which being the military expert/security. At first he had no idea how to fight, or so he thought. Lets just say that Captain Snoe's punching bag is no longer with us and keave it at that. Bad part is that apparently her punching bag costed a lot of money (Not really, it was just five bucks) and was holding him responsible. Eventually an agreement was made, saying that he has to work for her for at least 60 trips and in return she'll give him the info and the ride he needs to get his creator. Too bad that Rampage had no idea how long one trip was. At least he only had about...30 trips left. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDIN- Breath in...breath out... okay.
At least he didn't get the job as a maid, like Jamie! Yeah, at least he doesn’t have to wear the outfit...yet. Jamie was okay, but he was a terrible gambler sometimes. He headed over to where the rest of the crew were and overheard them talking about the next mission. "A smash and grab? Sounds fun!" He said as he started sharpening his sword. "So Lucky, care to brief me?"
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Post by Deaths on Dec 21, 2016 4:04:56 GMT
Lost in thought of how to handle this new development, he feels something squish against his back. Snoe’s arms wrap around him, she is warm and wet and. “No stop that right now. I’m not falling for any of this again.” He endures all of her teasing waiting for her to leave him alone. After she walks back to the shower, he begins to settle his nerves focusing back on the new mission.
“Something was wrong, pirate moon bases? I mean come on, this is clearly a set up.” He thinks wondering how he could take advantage of the situation. Sending a call to the employer, he begins to scheme. Shockingly they answer extremely quickly.
“Yes, this is the Hobo-Joe correct?” The man on the other end answers, trying to sound calm, but giving away a panicked body language. “Who am I speaking with?”
Instead of Jaime’s face a small mouse appears. “I’m the captain’s personal assistant, call me lucky.” Before there is a response he continues. “Now the boss says you need to pay triple, and”
“Done!” He answers back trying to get this conversation over with.
“Uh…I wasn’t done.” Jaime answers wishing he said quadruple, convinced something was wrong he decides to push his luck. “Also, I need you to send one thousand credits to a private account. As a sign of good faith of course.” He smiles trying to make a few dollars on the side, he wasn’t sure if he was getting paid for all his work so he had to take care of himself.
“Done it will be there in twenty minutes.” With that the call is ended. Jaime was unnerved, no one pays that much for no reason. This was a trap luckily he won’t be on the ground, a nice nap in his cot the idiots get killed then he takes the ship for himself. Snoe returns asking about a debrief, and then Xav, and then the robot. They all say the same fucking joke every time, Jaime closes his eyes and snaps.
Using his telekinesis, he rips Snoe in two right down the middle, in the surprise he throws her left half at the robot and her right at Xav. He grabs the robot’s sword, and decapitates the robot, it screams a beautiful electronic symphony. Xav is frozen in horror, he stutters trying to beg for mercy, but all he gets is a sword through the face. Snapping out of his fantasy Jaime puts a huge smile on his face, turning to the others he begins. “Are anymore robots going to pop in or are we done with that?” He ask clearly annoyed by the whole situation, keeping a false grin on his face, letting his anger pour out through his toothy grin. “Dwooo bep do whop!” Sn0wb4LL yells from the hallway and walks between Rampage’s legs and sits peacefully in the door frame.
“Oh, I’m sorry Sn0w, now let’s begin. This pick up is clearly either a trap, or the package is extremely valuable. They agreed to pay us triple, immediately when I contacted them.” He states a hint of seriousness in his voice, careful not to mention his side money. “There will be at least ten pirates at the base. Standard security systems, cameras, turrets, explosives probably too.” Doing his best to make the mission seem as dangerous as he believes it is. “So, you two losers have fun down there. Also, it’s Jaime, not lucky we aren’t friends.” He finishes his speech calmly yet firmly. Using his telepathy, he sends a message to Snoe. “Also, I want a real bedroom, and payment I think I’m working way harder than what we originally agreed on.” He looks back at his tablet going through the rest of Snoe’s emails.
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Post by Envy on Dec 21, 2016 16:13:00 GMT
"But Jamie you're hurting my feelings my lucky maid friend, I'll go and install a stealth drive into my system and from there I'll do some reacon. If they just have the standard serucity system it'll be nothing in short wired it to where it will be offline for the duration where inside of the base." Thinking out how he can go about this mission without breaking the crago they needed to retrieve.
Turning over to Rampage he asks "What you're plan for this since we obviously cannot alarm them about us being inside the base. We'll have to make a plan together so we won't have a harder time then usual." Looking at Rampage his mask starting to cover his face since they'll be on the move here in a few.
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Post by Shift on Dec 21, 2016 22:04:18 GMT
Rampage looked at Jaime and said "Well, aren't you in a good mood? Very well though, I suppose I shall calle you Jaime, Lucky." Deciding that he wouldn’t get very far in this conversation, Rampage began coming up with possible battle strategies. Perhaps... no that'd never work, he thought. He turned to Xav, the cyborg on the crew, and began to spit out ideas. "First you should do some recon, give us an idea of the floor plan of the place. From there, we'll pinpoint the location of the cargo." Rampage stopped for a moment to think. What if there is a camera, he thought, beginning to come up with ideas."You can hack cameras, can't you?"
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Post by Envy on Dec 22, 2016 0:31:17 GMT
"Kid I've got my battle plan worked out, and yes I can hack but I'm thinking about short circuiting the serucity system. Then taking out a couple of parts to where it couldn't be repaired then as I will get to the the security system to do this is I have a top grade stealth drive that I "found" on our last mission." Xav then walks over and leans against the wall ah I love these types of jobs.
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Post by Shift on Dec 22, 2016 11:41:40 GMT
Rampage rolled his eyes behind his mask at the word 'kid', but paid little attention to it. He continued on with his plan,"How about you hack the cameras to just show a frozen frame, leading them to believe nothings happening. That way they won't notice the cargo being taken. Also, if you don't mind me asking, where did you get a top-grade stealth drive from. I don't need one because, you know," he gestured to the katanna on his back and his shuriken collection and flashbacking to his parkour skills. He continued on, saying "I doubt it was just laying on the floor." He began opening some cupboards, looking for some more utilities they might need for the mission.
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Post by Envy on Dec 22, 2016 16:46:56 GMT
"Unless you want to hear about one of my flings with someone I wouldn't ask plus I would consider it a gift. When I comes to the cameras, I've got a trick for that that I used back when I still was bounty hunting. So don't worry about it RAM we'll have this finished in a blast plus anyways I was made for adaptability and your there so incredibly increases our odds of getting this cargo without a problem." Xav then walks out of the room then back to his so he can grab his gear and the stealth drive. "Man I wonder if these pirates have anything that we can sell back to make a profit and with RAM this will go even better with him out there with me."
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Post by Snoe on Dec 27, 2016 7:36:23 GMT
Snoe sits back in her nearest chair and spins with a giggle "Well, the whole trip is a bit of a shady deal in the first place, expect a double cross and raid the corpses." Snoe spoke grimly while twirling one of her guns around "Once you're out I'll crater the facility with the ships main guns." She was the pilott so she could really go on missions like this.
"Besides, I bet Lucky boy is hoping we die so he can have the ship." Winking at the shifty new crewman "No worries Lucky if we all die, the ship self destructs if I don't put in my password every day." In the days of pirates and betrayal such methods were more important than ever... but whether Snoe was telling the truth was up in the air.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 28, 2016 5:33:50 GMT
Jaime freezes up at the completely justified acquisition coming from Snoe. A slow fear begins to fill him, could she read his mind? “Say banana if you can read my mind.” He thinks hoping he’s wrong and it was just a lucky guess. Keeping his gaze fixed to the tablet he decides to investigates more into these pirates. Surely, they had ships of their own, bigger, faster, and stronger than the Hobo-Joe. Besides a radar system would detect them way before the battle bots got on the ground. There was a nagging feeling deep down in his stomach, Jaime walks into Snoes bathroom closing the door behind him. Turning on the sink trying to make some noise so he isn’t overheard, he dials up an old friend. After a few moments, a young girl appears on the screen. “Sorry can’t answer right now.” An automatic messaging system begins to play. A few seconds later a sweaty, greasy, and zit covered face answers the call. With his hair in a ponytail pulled way to far back exposing his forehead…no five actually more of a six-head the face looks tired and annoyed to have been called.
“Zeke my man! It’s been too long dude way too long.” Jaime begins with a false smile. “I’m calling in a favor. I sent you all the relevant details get me everything I need on the place. Who the big players running the place are, who is funding it all. I just don’t want to walk in blind.” He whispers speaking very fast hoping no one is eavesdropping. A snort is his response as Zeke begins tapping away clearly angered by the whole thing. “I sent you everything I could find are we done here?” He responds after a few minutes, a shocked look on Zeke’s face grows. “You aren’t going to like this. I’m out of here as far as I’m concerned you and I are through.” With that the call is disconnected.
Jaime shuts off the sink while looking over his tablet. A list of names fills his screen, and all of it means nothing to him. He liked to believe he was a big player, running cons and scams all over the galaxy. With his name on every wanted poster, and on the lips of every beautiful woman. In actuality he was an average size fish in a small pond. Looking up at Snoe he hands the tablet to her. “Captain I had a contact of mine do some digging, he pulled a few things. I’m going to be honest with you.” Honesty fills his voice as he continues. “I don’t know who any of these people are, I prefer to hide in the shadows myself. Anyway, you are the big bad ass kicking space captain, I’d figure they might mean something to you.” Walking past Snoe he takes a seat on the bed, tapping it a few times calling Sn0w over. The little mouse scurries across the floor and hops onto the bed. It squeaks in its synthetic voice as Jaime gently pets it’s head while he waits for the captain to respond.
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