04:47:52: Package picked up by Long Dread
04:47:53: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Blaylock Samson 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 Blaylock Samson has used it, targeting Long Dread's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Long Dread's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Blaylock Samson's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Long Dread dips their ship, skirting past Blaylock Samson and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
05:00:19: Mac Nielson steadily took aim from a second story window as Long Dread ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Mac Nielson inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Long Dread resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
05:23:56: The smell of Long Dread's completely immolated ship flares up Calto Fremis's nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from Calto Fremis's bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. Calto Fremis continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
05:53:20: Calto Fremis 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 Calto Fremis smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Calto Fremis 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 Calto Fremis's adrenaline. Sable Nyx fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Calto Fremis. "Not today, my friend." Calto Fremis twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Sable Nyx four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
05:53:23: Calto Fremis 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 Sable Nyx on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as Sable Nyx swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
05:57:43: Calto Fremis shot a missile at Sable Nyx and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with Calto Fremis.
06:00:16: Mac Nielson stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure Calto Fremis's destruction. Instead Calto Fremis resumes on their way, Mac Nielson's agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
06:47:16: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Long Dread. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Long Dread mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Long Dread 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." Long Dread 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. Long Dread crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Calto Fremis 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." Calto Fremis came into view. Long Dread pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Long Dread had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Long Dread barely heard Calto Fremis running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Calto Fremis continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
06:47:24: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Long Dread. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Long Dread mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Long Dread 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." Long Dread 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. Long Dread crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Calto Fremis 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." Calto Fremis came into view. Long Dread pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Long Dread had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Long Dread barely heard Calto Fremis running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Calto Fremis continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
06:47:28: Calto Fremis was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by Long Dread. Luckily, Calto Fremis vaulted over it, only severing one foot. Calto Fremis resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
06:47:35: Calto Fremis has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. Calto Fremis is feeling good. DAMN good. Unfortunately that feeling is momentarily suspended as a shot rings out, severing a cable holding up a net full of 700 pounds of refuse with a sign that has "Eat My Fuck - Cheers, Long Dread" scrawled on it in pink paint. Long Dread picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of Calto Fremis. Fuck eaten. Good job, Long Dread. "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
07:00:16: Ignoracious Buttafucco steadily took aim from a second story window as Long Dread ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Ignoracious Buttafucco inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Long Dread resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
07:05:11: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx has used it, targeting Long Dread's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Long Dread's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Sable Nyx's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Long Dread dips their ship, skirting past Sable Nyx and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
07:05:14: Someone once told Sable Nyx that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. Sable Nyx knows Long Dread 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 Sable Nyx but the time is almost here. Long Dread's ship comes over the horizon. There it is. Sable Nyx'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. Sable Nyx is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting Sable Nyx the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. Long Dread's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
07:05:17: Long Dread took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by Sable Nyx, tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. Sable Nyx currently has the package.
07:05:48: Long Dread is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by Sable Nyx after a failed package theft attempt. Sable Nyx resumes on their way.
07:05:54: Long Dread is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by Sable Nyx after a failed package theft attempt. Sable Nyx resumes on their way.
07:06:01: Long Dread bludgeons Sable Nyx unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
07:41:22: Long Dread 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 Long Dread smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Long Dread 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 Long Dread's adrenaline. Sable Nyx fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Long Dread. "Not today, my friend." Long Dread twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Sable Nyx four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
07:41:25: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Sable Nyx 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 Sable Nyx has used it, targeting Long Dread's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Long Dread's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Sable Nyx's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Long Dread dips their ship, skirting past Sable Nyx and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
07:41:33: Long Dread 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 Long Dread smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Long Dread 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 Long Dread's adrenaline. Sable Nyx fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Long Dread. "Not today, my friend." Long Dread twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Sable Nyx four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
07:41:36: Long Dread takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from Sable Nyx, who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." Long Dread will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
08:00:16: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. Mac Nielson 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. Sable Nyx ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. Sable Nyx almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in Mac Nielson's trap. Frantic, Sable Nyx activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, Sable Nyx hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As Mac Nielson manically runs after Sable Nyx firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of Sable Nyx's grenades, losing a leg. Sable Nyx continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
08:48:22: Package delivered by Sable Nyx for $460,000