00:59:17: Package picked up by Brendon Hitchcock
00:59:18: Brendon Hitchcock 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 Brendon Hitchcock smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Brendon Hitchcock 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 Brendon Hitchcock's adrenaline. Blaylock Samson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Brendon Hitchcock. "Not today, my friend." Brendon Hitchcock twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Blaylock Samson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
01:00:47: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Mac Nielson. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Mac Nielson mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Mac Nielson 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." Mac Nielson 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. Mac Nielson crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Brendon Hitchcock 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." Brendon Hitchcock came into view. Mac Nielson pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Mac Nielson had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Mac Nielson barely heard Brendon Hitchcock running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Brendon Hitchcock continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
02:00:34: Mac Nielson stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Brendon Hitchcock's destruction. Instead Brendon Hitchcock resumes on their way, Mac Nielson's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
03:38:36: Ignoracious Buttafucco is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by Brendon Hitchcock after a failed package theft attempt. Brendon Hitchcock resumes on their way.
05:16:50: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Ignoracious Buttafucco 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 Ignoracious Buttafucco has used it, targeting Brendon Hitchcock's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Brendon Hitchcock's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Ignoracious Buttafucco's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Brendon Hitchcock dips their ship, skirting past Ignoracious Buttafucco and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
06:12:34: Brendon Hitchcock 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 Brendon Hitchcock smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Brendon Hitchcock 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 Brendon Hitchcock's adrenaline. Ignoracious Buttafucco fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Brendon Hitchcock. "Not today, my friend." Brendon Hitchcock twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Ignoracious Buttafucco four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
07:41:39: Ignoracious Buttafucco tried to sneak on board Brendon Hitchcock's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Brendon Hitchcock continues their delivery.
08:19:57: Brendon Hitchcock 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 Brendon Hitchcock smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Brendon Hitchcock 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 Brendon Hitchcock's adrenaline. Ignoracious Buttafucco fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Brendon Hitchcock. "Not today, my friend." Brendon Hitchcock twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Ignoracious Buttafucco four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
09:39:57: Package delivered by Brendon Hitchcock for $160,000