06:57:17: Package picked up by Tharg The Mighty
06:57:18: Tharg The Mighty is on a roll, carving a violent swathe through everything in their path when they enter a crossroads. Dangerous territory. A field of Space Bastards, but Tharg The Mighty smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Tharg The Mighty lets loose a volley of grenades while igniting their rocket boots, soaring over the carnage below. One failed attempt. Two. Three. Four. Each attempted theft of the package raises Tharg The Mighty's adrenaline. Mac Nielson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Tharg The Mighty. "Not today, my friend." Tharg The Mighty twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Mac Nielson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
07:00:32: Someone once told Blaylock Samson the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. Tharg The Mighty got one over on Blaylock Samson once before. So definitely, for Blaylock Samson, that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. Blaylock Samson stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. Blaylock Samson see's Tharg The Mighty running hurriedly down the street. Blaylock Samson takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. Blaylock Samson ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. Tharg The Mighty doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that Blaylock Samson did not see before. Blaylock Samson takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see Tharg The Mighty escaping with the package still in tow far down the road. Don't worry. The Intergalactic Postal Service has excellent health coverage for limb replacement.
08:01:48: Package delivered by Tharg The Mighty for $40,000