11:37:16: Package picked up by Jack Corbeau
11:37:17: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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 @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
12:01:03: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
12:50:36: @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy), who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
13:00:10: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
13:04:28: @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
13:41:27: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy). This is arguably why @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
13:41:47: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
14:00:08: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) 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 @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) 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 @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
14:22:16: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) 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." @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) 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. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) 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." @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) came into view. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) barely heard @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
14:22:24: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
15:01:01: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes on their way.
15:28:15: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
15:28:39: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) successfully spears @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) to a wall through their chest. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) has time to yell, "You bastard," as @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) snags the package from the ground in front of them. "Parcel transferred."
15:36:47: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) 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. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) manically runs after @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
15:36:53: @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) 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 @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) 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 @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
15:36:59: Someone once told @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) knows @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) 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 @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau)'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. @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
15:37:05: As @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy) rounds a corner, they are distracted for more than a split second by a hastily posted cardboard cut-out of a Zyxxan Hound fornicating with a famous human politician from centuries before. This momentarily lapse in focus is all @peepso_user_451(Jack Corbeau) needs in order to slam a large whirring chainsaw into the chest of @peepso_user_322(Shadowrabbit Clayguy). "Parcel transferred."
15:37:16: Package delivered by Jack Corbeau for $340,000