06:43:39: Package picked up by Calto Fremis
06:43:40: Calto Fremis was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by Ignoracious Buttafucco. Luckily, Calto Fremis vaulted over it, only severing one foot. Calto Fremis resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
07:13:24: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo has used it, targeting Calto Fremis's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Calto Fremis's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Feisty Gazebo's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Calto Fremis dips their ship, skirting past Feisty Gazebo and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
07:13:38: 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.
07:14:13: The smell of Calto Fremis's completely immolated ship flares up Feisty Gazebo's nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from Feisty Gazebo's bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. Feisty Gazebo continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
07:15:18: Feisty Gazebo was feeling THAT feeling. The feeling of the win just over the horizon. A smile crept across Feisty Gazebo's face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when Calto Fremis launched an electrified bola at their feet. Feisty Gazebo can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before Feisty Gazebo's head even hits the ground, bringing on many hours of sleep. Calto Fremis smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
07:19:09: Someone once told Feisty Gazebo that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. Feisty Gazebo knows Calto Fremis 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 Feisty Gazebo but the time is almost here. Calto Fremis's ship comes over the horizon. There it is. Feisty Gazebo'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. Feisty Gazebo is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting Feisty Gazebo the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. Calto Fremis's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
07:19:16: 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.
07:19:24: Calto Fremis was feeling THAT feeling. The feeling of the win just over the horizon. A smile crept across Calto Fremis's face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when Feisty Gazebo launched an electrified bola at their feet. Calto Fremis can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before Calto Fremis's head even hits the ground, bringing on many hours of sleep. Feisty Gazebo smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
07:29:13: Calto Fremis tried to sneak on board Feisty Gazebo's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Feisty Gazebo continues their delivery.
07:29:24: Feisty Gazebo 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."
07:30:15: Someone once told Feisty Gazebo the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. Calto Fremis got one over on Feisty Gazebo once before. So definitely, for Feisty Gazebo, that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. Feisty Gazebo stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. Feisty Gazebo see's Calto Fremis running hurriedly down the street. Feisty Gazebo takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo did not see before. Feisty Gazebo 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.
07:30:23: Calto Fremis has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from Feisty Gazebo's MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to Feisty Gazebo, but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
07:30:50: Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo's adrenaline. Calto Fremis fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Feisty Gazebo. "Not today, my friend." Feisty Gazebo twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Calto Fremis four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
07:33:09: Feisty Gazebo takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from Leroy Palestine, who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." Feisty Gazebo will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
07:43:01: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever. Leroy Palestine 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.
07:43:40: Package delivered by Calto Fremis for $300,000