11:39:18: Package picked up by Column McClowed
11:39:19: Ignoracious Buttafucco does not normally mourn death.  Ignoracious Buttafucco is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another.  But that last death.  A split second of Ignoracious Buttafucco thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Column McClowed emerged from the parking garage, package in tow.  The shot missed.  Column McClowed dove, taking a shot mid-air.  Column McClowed was not thinking about human connection, unlike Ignoracious Buttafucco.  This is arguably why Ignoracious Buttafucco was shot in the gut.  Column McClowed resumes their delivery, package in tow.
12:00:15: Ignoracious Buttafucco is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by Column McClowed after a failed package theft attempt.  Column McClowed resumes on their way.
13:58:57: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Blaylock Samson.  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  Blaylock Samson mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  Blaylock Samson took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal.  "Ah, that's the one.  I'm here already."  Blaylock Samson put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod.  Blaylock Samson crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Column McClowed to come running down the road, package in tow.  "I know this one.  Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum.  They won't be able to handle this either."  Column McClowed came into view.  Blaylock Samson pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Blaylock Samson had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Blaylock Samson barely heard Column McClowed running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  Column McClowed continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
14:00:24: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Ignoracious Buttafucco.  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  Ignoracious Buttafucco mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  Ignoracious Buttafucco took their time, looking at the myriad of packages currently traversing the universe as well as the armaments at their disposal.  "Ah, that's the one.  I'm here already."  Ignoracious Buttafucco put on their favorite guilty pleasure of a song on an audio device, and hummed along, out of tune, as they laid down a multi-celled rocket launcher in the middle of the street on a hefty tripod.  Ignoracious Buttafucco crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Column McClowed to come running down the road, package in tow.  "I know this one.  Never been able to handle their Zygerian Rum.  They won't be able to handle this either."  Column McClowed came into view.  Ignoracious Buttafucco pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Ignoracious Buttafucco had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Ignoracious Buttafucco barely heard Column McClowed running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  Column McClowed continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
16:04:31: Someone once told Blaylock Samson that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business.  Not personal.  Do not concern yourself with revenge.  Blaylock Samson knows Column McClowed has stolen one too many packages from them before, but brushes the sweat from their brow, banishing that memory.  The heaviness of the EK40 surface to air missile launcher is starting to wear on Blaylock Samson but the time is almost here.  Column McClowed's ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. Blaylock Samson's finger closes around the trigger loosely, causing the launcher to commence lock-on.  A small repetitive beep turns into a single tone, signaling the moment for action.  Blaylock Samson is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting Blaylock Samson the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  Column McClowed's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
17:00:18: Someone once told Mac Nielson that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business.  Not personal.  Do not concern yourself with revenge.  Mac Nielson knows Column McClowed has stolen one too many packages from them before, but brushes the sweat from their brow, banishing that memory.  The heaviness of the EK40 surface to air missile launcher is starting to wear on Mac Nielson but the time is almost here.  Column McClowed's ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. Mac Nielson's finger closes around the trigger loosely, causing the launcher to commence lock-on.  A small repetitive beep turns into a single tone, signaling the moment for action.  Mac Nielson is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting Mac Nielson the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  Column McClowed's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
17:13:37: There are automatic rifles and there are these.  The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Calto Fremis hefts it on their shoulder.  The rounds are known to puncture holes two feet wide through heavy ship armor, and are held in a backpack and fed via sling.  It is this reason alone that Calto Fremis has used it, targeting Column McClowed's ship as it races across the horizon.  However, Column McClowed's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system.  Calto Fremis's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor.  Column McClowed dips their ship, skirting past Calto Fremis and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
17:13:45: Column McClowed 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 Column McClowed smiles.  Winners aren't born; they're built.  Column McClowed 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 Column McClowed's adrenaline.  Calto Fremis fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Column McClowed.  "Not today, my friend."  Column McClowed twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Calto Fremis four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
17:13:49: There are automatic rifles and there are these.  The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Calto Fremis hefts it on their shoulder.  The rounds are known to puncture holes two feet wide through heavy ship armor, and are held in a backpack and fed via sling.  It is this reason alone that Calto Fremis has used it, targeting Column McClowed's ship as it races across the horizon.  However, Column McClowed's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system.  Calto Fremis's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor.  Column McClowed dips their ship, skirting past Calto Fremis and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
17:13:53: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever.  Column McClowed rounds a corner and only has a split second to see a blinding red light, before being decapitated by a slicingly accurate laser blast from Calto Fremis.  The package rolls to their feet.  "Parcel transferred."  Calto Fremis resumes delivery of the stolen package.
17:54:46: Calto Fremis was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by Column McClowed.  Luckily, Calto Fremis vaulted over it, only severing one foot.  Calto Fremis resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
17:54:57: Calto Fremis has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from Column McClowed's MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to Column McClowed, but flung to unknown reaches of the universe.  "Parcel transferred."
17:59:30: Calto Fremis is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by Column McClowed after a failed package theft attempt.  Column McClowed resumes on their way.
17:59:33: Column McClowed has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from Calto Fremis's MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to Calto Fremis, but flung to unknown reaches of the universe.  "Parcel transferred."
18:00:43: Someone once told Mac Nielson the best way to handle this job is like it's personal.  Not business.  Calto Fremis got one over on Mac Nielson once before.  So definitely, for Mac Nielson, that advice hits close to the chest.  No guns.  Not this time.  Mac Nielson stakes out the area.  Hides in the shadows.  Mac Nielson see's Calto Fremis running hurriedly down the street.  Mac Nielson takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling.  Certainly safer.  No.  It's time for revenge.  Mac Nielson ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip.  Calto Fremis doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that Mac Nielson did not see before.  Mac Nielson takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see Calto Fremis 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.
19:00:19: Ignoracious Buttafucco misses their double-fisted pistol shots.   A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at Calto Fremis.  Calto Fremis resumes delivery of their package.
19:21:54: Feisty Gazebo steadily took aim from a second story window as Calto Fremis ran by below.  Sweat dotting their forehead, Feisty Gazebo inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger.  It was a miss.  Calto Fremis resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
19:22:01: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry.  Feisty Gazebo has taken the precaution of wrapping that entire entry-way with barbed wire.  The only issue with barbed wire in this day and age is that once spotted, it can be avoided.  Calto Fremis ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap.  Calto Fremis almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in Feisty Gazebo's trap. Frantic, Calto Fremis activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire.  Limping, Calto Fremis hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder.  As Feisty Gazebo manically runs after Calto Fremis firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of Calto Fremis's grenades, losing a leg.  Calto Fremis continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
19:22:07: Feisty Gazebo tried to sneak on board Calto Fremis's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt.  Calto Fremis continues their delivery.
19:22:13: Calto Fremis leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall.  Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by Feisty Gazebo.  Feisty Gazebo smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as Calto Fremis is incinerated.  Feisty Gazebo throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them.  Feisty Gazebo breaks into a fast run, taking the stolen package with them.  "Parcel transferred," emits from their delivery bracelet signifying even more credits to be earned.  "Parcel transferred, indeed," Feisty Gazebo whispers in reply.
19:48:37: Package delivered by Feisty Gazebo for $400,000