VFF The Book continues 4
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Saturday, April 26, 2014 13:20
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capt I shall have the ship on stand by case you guys wil need a quick get away.
***********starts to head back to the ship**********
I shall be in my room if you need me.
I am a leaf on the wind
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(OOC Wash come hang out with us in the chat when you can. http://www.chatzy.com/155504505844 )
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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Colt: "It's a story in itself, I won't lie. You really want to know?"
Stan: " I don't mean to be prying though, if you don't want to tell you don't have to... sir."
*He adds, unspoken and to himself* "Why did he bring me instead of the thug on this job?.... by the shèng mǔ I really hope there isn't any shooting."
*He glances after Sky as she moves away to find a secure position. Thinking again about her friendly advice about keeping to himself. He isn't sure if she was joking or not.*
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"True glory consists of doing what deserves to be written, and writing what deserves to be read" Gaius Plinius Secundus
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The owner gives the cue; the crowd of already lightheaded onlookers gathers around a row of rugged men standing against the wall farthest from the door.
Abbey moves in to stand between the two podiums, with Mobbex shadowing her every step of the way.
The mercenary methodically scans the room for potential trouble makers, taking advantage of his towering stature to run his gaze over each and every patron.
One of them walks with a stiffness in his gait that he knows all too well.
Ten to one this joe's got a gat tucked in his underpants... I better mark this one down.
He then shifts his attention toward the contenders.
Hmm... 'one with the eyepatch is a player.
The owner climbs on the counter, a megaphone in hand.
Owner: All right, gentlemen, this ain't none of you's first time in here, y'all know the rules. We won't tolerate for any unpleasantness to go down within these walls. You got a problem with a decision, you go settle it outside with the people concerned. Now, as some of you've no doubt noticed, we got ourselves a foreign umpire this time 'round...
The owner gestures a hand toward Abbey, goatish utterances and appreciative whistles ensue.
Owner: ...before you get your blood all flowin', know that this lady here is a registered gamer, and hence is to be treated with the utmost courtesy.
The agitation dies out without further ado.
Owner: Now, if you'd all place your bets and have a seat, we can get started with our first matchup o' the day!
The crowd cheers in feverish excitement.
Owner: Contestants, step forward, if you'd be so kind.
The one with the eyepatch distances himself from the group, promptly followed by a rather stocky man in a farmer's outfit.
Owner: Ladies and gents, in one end, I give you... Barry Schoonhoven!
The attendance explodes in a deafening roar of support as a handful of spectators even begin to chant "Deadeye! Deadeye! Deadeye!" in approximate unison.
Owner: In the other end, y'all raise the roof for Reginald Bigalow!
The audience's response is unmistakably more mitigated this time around.
The crowd splits to make a passageway for the two men to walk up to the podiums. They sit across from each other and lock their hands together while Abbey closes in to oversee the bout.
Abbey: Gentlemen, on three... one, two, THREE!
It is obvious from the get-go that the two foes are far from evenly matched. Bigalow is wincing and struggling to keep his wrist straight. Then, in an impressive display of technique and explosive strength, "Deadeye" Barry turns his wrist into a hooked grip and rams his fellow contestant's hand into the table.
Mobbex arches his eyebrows as the crowd bursts into cheers.
Yup... this one's gonna go a long way.
Brit: Steadfast stares and yet he's but a sheep amongst lions. What exactly am I? Oh, wait, that's right... I'm insane...
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*abbey looks around at the crowd. They are a very rough bunch. Some are a bit drunk already. She is a bit nervous. The owner announces her as the judge and the response from the crowd is a mixture of leering, whistling and cat calls. abbey stiffens a little. Then the owner also states that she is a Registered Gamer and their behavior dissipates.*
*She looks over her shoulder and finds Mobbex not two feet from her, scanning the crowd with a serious and intimidating look on his face. She smiles a bit.*
abbey *to herself*: This was a good idea. I’m glad he’s in my corner.
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Surely enough, a little over an hour later "Dead Eye" Barry has made it all the way to the semi-finals. His upcoming opponent is a strapping young man from a nearby township who has enjoyed a remarkable run up to this point. Deadeye runs his gaze up and down his fresh faced rival, then flashes the crowd a boastful grin before plumping himself onto one of the seats.
Deadeye: What's the matter kid, havin' second thoughts? You're not gonna chicken out on me, are ya? Can't say I'd blame ya, though...
Mobbex frowns.
'Guy sure likes to run his mouth... he thinks to himself.
The young man tenses up and takes a seat.
Bradley: Name's Bradley, not kid, and I don't bow down to the likes of you. *extends his right arm into position*
Deadeye smirks and firmly takes hold of the younger man's hand.
Abbey: Gentlemen, on three. One... two... THREE!
It turns into one of the longest and hardest fought battles of the day, as both men pull out all the stops to come out on top. The place is suddenly plunged into a restless silence. Even the most vociferous customers are down to bitting their nails in frantic expectancy.
Mobbex steps a few paces toward Abbey and leans his head down to her ear.
Mobbex, whispering: Well that's sort of epic, ain't it?
Abbey has to pinch herself to hold back a giggle.
About a minute in, the two men are moaning and wincing under the strain, but are still neck-and-neck. Deadeye is the first to show signs of wear as the match gradually begins to tilt in Bradley's favor. Then, when he's is on the verge of getting pinned, Deadeye abruptly loosens his grip, causing his hand to slip.
Deadeye: Aw... my mistake, I slipped. Too bad ain't it? You wanna rest a bit 'fore we go again?
Bradley just glowers at him, then shakes his head in utter disgust.
Deadeye: *turns to Abbey* Gimme, say, five... no, ten minutes...
Abbey: You slipped while in a definite losing position, I can't allow a rematch. The bout goes to Bradley. *the young man's face lights up like a christmas tree*
Dead eye literally jumps out of his seat and gets right into Abbey's face.
Deadeye: What!? What kind of a half ass rule is that?
Abbey, with ice in her voice: Those are the rules I was given. If you won't abide by them, say it now. I'll have my security advisor escort you outside.
Deadeye: *backs off and shoots the owner a fierce look* See what happens when you bring in foreigners? They screw things dead in the ground! You're gonna hear about this, I'll see to it!
Owner: *reaches for something under the counter* Watch it, Barry!
Deadeye: *shifts his gaze back to Abbey* And you! Who'd you think you are to come in here'n just... *struggles with his speech for an instant* ...change our ways on a whim!
A concert of approval echoes across the room as at least half of the patrons hurriedly move in to round up behind him.
Bradley: Back off, Deadeye! You're just stirrin' up trouble 'cause you lost, and you can't stomach it! *the remaining patrons gather around him as he speaks*
Deadeye: Say that to my face!
Abbey, between clenched teeth: Oh, go'se...
She takes a brief look at Mobbex; The mercenary looks... dispassionate.
It's not much longer before tempers start to flare up. As one might have expected, Deadeye is the first one to lose it. He pounces on Bradley and pins him to the ground. Abbey can only watch as the young man gets pummeled into oblivion. The scuffle soon degenerates into a full blown brawl.
Abbey gets shoved to the ground as a man jumps her from behind. She brings her heel up and nails him between the legs. He instantly releases his hold and hunches up on the ground, whimpering in pain. Abbey gets to her feet and wipes the dust off of her button-up shirt.
Deadeye throws one last punch at Bradley before standing up, his clenched hands drenched in blood. He then fixes his gaze upon Abbey, and the feral glitter in his eyes sends shivers up her spine. She scouts around for for Mobbex.
Where's that cheong bao ho tze merc!?
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abbey stomps quickly and silently back to the ship with Mobbex trailing behind her.
Mobbex *to himself*: She’s gonna yell at me again…
*When they get to the ship she sits down on a crate, looking outside. Mobbex sits down next to her and waits. He hopes that she will give him his wage without any backlash. He is expecting her to start scolding him any moment, but is shocked when she starts giggling instead.*
abbey: Did you see look on Deadeye's face when you lifted him up and dumped him onto that table?"
Mobbex *starting to laugh too*: I didn’t know they had a class in gamer school on the many uses of bar stools.
abbey *laughing some more*: Oh! *wiping a tear of laughter from her eye* I haven’t done that in a long time!
Mobbex *turning to look at her*: Done what?
abbey: Been in a bar fight. It was kinda… fun. Helps with all the stress…
Mobbex *dumbstruck*: You- You’ve been in a bar fight? Would’ve paid to see that.
abbey: It wasn’t the most shining moment of my life.
Mobbex: Wonder how the boss is going to react when he finds out about the fight.
abbey: Why should he care?
*Mobbex shoots her a ‘You-can’t-be-that-oblivious’ look. abbey smiles slightly at the thought that Colt could be concerned.*
*abbey pulls out the bag they got from behind the bar and rummages around in it before handing him a tiny sum*
Mobbex *leering at her a bit*: Hey! I’ll guard your body any time.
*abbey rolls her eyes.*
abbey: I docked you for being a little slow on the uptake. I shouldn’t have to remind you to do your job.
Mobbex: But you said you had fun!
abbey *standing up and turning towards the inside of the ship*: Not the point. *She turns to Mobbex with a serious look on her face.* And if you tell anyone about my bar brawling past, I’ll hurt you. *She left, returning to her shuttle.*
Mobbex *laughing*: She’ll hurt me…
*He stays on his crate counting his coin, waiting for the others to come back.*
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*Oram is dressed in her crème moleskins, with a light blue button-down collar shirt, and her long duster completes the outfit. However, her appearance is slightly ruined by her scuffed riding boots that she seems to always wear. She’s braided her hair, and it's obvious she’s heading out, alone it seems, until she spots Mobbex sitting on a crate with some coin*
Oram: The nearest pub from here is a 30 minute walk.
Mobbex: I’ve just came back from a bar… with Abbey.
*Oram dismisses this sentence with a wave of her hand*
Oram: That was work, this is a debt I owe… well… half-kinder… Look do you want free booze and food or not?
*Mobbex just bluntly try’s to avoid looking at her, and does so by playing with his coins. She watches him for a few more seconds before shrugging and heading for the ships exit*
Oram: Well, if I'm not back in 3hrs just know that Abbey and Colt will both kill you for letting poor little ‘ol me go off into the big bad world with out their hired muscle to keep the bad men away.
*And with that she disappears into the dark. Mobbex watches her leave, then waits for a few moments before grumbling to himself and following the short doctor from a distance.*
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****Walks into the local General Store picks up some fabric . A Trapper walks in holding something
Trapper : I need some help, I dhot this poor animals mother and I need some one to take care of it .
*********walks up to the trapper ( well I did see some huge rats on the book) **********
WASH : Can I see it?
Trapper: sure thing miss
**********pulls back the blanket and sees a cute 8 week ols female bob cat kiten***********
WASH :I will take her . (take the kitten from the trapper)
***Trapper leaves the store***
****WASH finishs her shopping picking up some stuff for the kitten*********
WASH : Well little one we are going to give you a new home .
*********Wash starts heading back to the ship with a couple suprises for the crew***********
Wash : hey spots I am going to go to my room for a bit before we leave ok?
SPOTS : Not a prob Mobbex and abbey just got Back.
******starts giggling and walks towards the bridge . sets up them litter box and the food and water dish. Takes out the kitten( Bob Cat) Lays her still sleeping on the Bridge*********
WASH : okay little one Protect us good we are your family now little one
****climbs back up the stairs heads to the bridge and sets up the other Suprise as SPOT hits the comm******
SPOTS : Wash come the the cargo bay. Wanna play b-ball?
WASH : Gotcha Spots
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***************Heads to the cargo bay with the Bob cat in her arms**********************
I am a leaf on the wind
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*I watch Sky head up into the hills nearby. Not sure why she keeps riding me. Maybe I made a mistake asking her here…..No she would be dead if she kept working for him. I know that. Just wish she would see that. Stan asks how we met. *
It was after the war.
Stan: I thought you might have served together.
No. Like most Browncoats after the war, work was hard to find. After a while a lot of em turned to crime. Those that were good at it prospered them that didn’t, ended up in an Alliance prison.
Stan: I guess you were one of the good ones?
Thought I was one of the best, till I ran into Sky.
*Six years ago*
*I move the shuttle into a landing sequence on Bellerophon Estates. A rather large high rise is in the window of the floating island.*
*The com squawks in my ear.* Landing sequence aborted. You will have to swing around to north side landing pad.
*Damn* Check again ground control. My authorization is for south side. I have important business and can not be diverted.
Ground Controller: I’m sorry sir but the pad is occupied. It must have landed on the other shift. You’ll have to divert.
*Putting on my assertive voice* I have my authorization and I will put down on that pad. So you either move that piece of gos se or I’m coming down on top of it.
*I hover a few minutes as they remove the other shuttle*
*Once on the ground I flash my fake ID to get into the building then quickly duck into the service access tunnel. I work my way up to the thirtieth floor. Then carefully remove the exterior window. Every level above this one is alarmed. I rig my harness and begin the climb the building. It’s night. Most of the building is empty. Only security and the tenants that live on the upper floors remain. Just so happens, the tenant I’m planning on visiting tonight is on Osiris this week.*
*Cass Billings manufactured weapons during the war. Now he is a Parliament advisor. And he is a bit of the jewel collector. Tonight I’m going to relive him of enough of those stones to retire. *
*Critter Jones is my fence. He also was the one that brought this opportunity to me. Even after I cut him in I’ll have enough to buy one of these floating islands for myself. *
*I reach the thirty fourth floor and rig a Brocks timer to the alarm relay. I cut a small entry hole into the window and I’m in.*
*I’m moving quick and quite to the safe. I’m just about to fire up my decoder when I see my silhouette on the safe. I raise my hands slowly and turn, expecting to see a security guard. Instead I see Sky*
Who the 
are you * In unison*
*Before either of us can answer the alarm goes off. The lights turn on and I see her all deck out. She must have 30000 credits of tech gear strapped on to her. She heads for the safe as I head for the door as we’re passing each other I grab her arm.*
It’s too late. Leave it.
*She reluctantly follows. We flank each side of the door just as it opens. Sky trips the first guy through and I push the door back hard into the second guard. Seconds later, their out cold. I grab an antique looking box and Sky grabs a briefcase. Hell we might as well take something. In the hall way I pull a map of the building schematics from my coat and press it against the wall. *
Sky: Isn’t that clever.
I like to be prepared.
*She pulls out a holo disk and a 3-D image of the building rises in front of us. She shoots me a cocky look. * Sky: So do I.
*We split up each finding our way out of the building. I get to the shuttle in time to see it rising off the pad. *
Son of Bitch.
*With security closing in I swipe another shuttle and head off into the night. *
Four hours later I’m slip into Critter’s office only to find Sky is there ahead of me.
Who the are you? *In unison again*
Lady you just up a sweet deal.
Sky: I up. You triggered the alarm.
Like hell I did.
The sirens tip us off that the Feds are coming. We’re out the back door and into a field before they can grab us, but they have the local militia star
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