03:49:45: Package picked up by Sable Nyx
03:49:46: Someone once told Mac Nielson the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx 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. Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx 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.
04:10:23: 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 Sable Nyx 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." Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Sable Nyx continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
05:01:39: 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 Sable Nyx emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. Sable Nyx dove, taking a shot mid-air. Sable Nyx was not thinking about human connection, unlike Ignoracious Buttafucco. This is arguably why Ignoracious Buttafucco was shot in the gut. Sable Nyx resumes their delivery, package in tow.
06:03:24: Mac Nielson does not normally mourn death. Mac Nielson is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of Mac Nielson thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Sable Nyx emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. Sable Nyx dove, taking a shot mid-air. Sable Nyx was not thinking about human connection, unlike Mac Nielson. This is arguably why Mac Nielson was shot in the gut. Sable Nyx resumes their delivery, package in tow.
07:09:00: Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx's adrenaline. Blaylock Samson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Sable Nyx. "Not today, my friend." Sable Nyx twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Blaylock Samson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
08:30:41: Mac Nielson stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Sable Nyx's destruction. Instead Sable Nyx resumes on their way, Mac Nielson's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
09:00:35: Blaylock Samson stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Sable Nyx's destruction. Instead Sable Nyx resumes on their way, Blaylock Samson's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
10:01:05: Mac Nielson misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at Sable Nyx. Sable Nyx resumes delivery of their package.
10:16:47: Iggy Starlord tried to sneak on board Sable Nyx's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Sable Nyx continues their delivery.
10:16:59: Iggy Starlord stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Sable Nyx's destruction. Instead Sable Nyx resumes on their way, Iggy Starlord's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
10:17:07: Iggy Starlord misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at Sable Nyx. Sable Nyx resumes delivery of their package.
10:17:14: Sable Nyx is bloody from head to toe after a rough number of successful entanglements. "Geronimo, fuckstick!" They look up at the voice and see a a dot in the sky. It quickly turns into two dots: a sky born Iggy Starlord on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as Iggy Starlord swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
11:32:12: Blaylock Samson does not normally mourn death. Blaylock Samson is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of Blaylock Samson thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Iggy Starlord emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. Iggy Starlord dove, taking a shot mid-air. Iggy Starlord was not thinking about human connection, unlike Blaylock Samson. This is arguably why Blaylock Samson was shot in the gut. Iggy Starlord resumes their delivery, package in tow.
11:50:30: Package delivered by Iggy Starlord for $260,000