20:54:47: Package picked up by Calto Fremis
20:54:48: Mac Nielson steadily took aim from a second story window as Calto Fremis ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Mac Nielson 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.
21:36:29: Sable Nyx tried to sneak on board Calto Fremis's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Calto Fremis continues their delivery.
21:36:31: Calto Fremis has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from Sable Nyx's MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to Sable Nyx, but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
21:37:24: Sable Nyx has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. Sable Nyx 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, Illiaen Abraxas" scrawled on it in pink paint. Illiaen Abraxas picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of Sable Nyx. Fuck eaten. Good job, Illiaen Abraxas. "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
21:38:34: Illiaen Abraxas is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Sable Nyx, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Sable Nyx resumes delivery with the package.
21:39:17: Column McClowed 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 Column McClowed.
21:41:29: Sable Nyx tried to sneak on board Column McClowed's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Column McClowed continues their delivery.
21:41:31: Sable Nyx shot a missile at Column McClowed and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with Sable Nyx.
21:43:07: Sable Nyx was feeling THAT feeling. The feeling of the win just over the horizon. A smile crept across Sable Nyx's face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when Calto Fremis launched an electrified bola at their feet. Sable Nyx can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before Sable Nyx'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.
21:47:00: 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 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 Sable Nyx but the time is almost here. Calto Fremis'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. Calto Fremis's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:47:04: Calto Fremis is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Sable Nyx, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Sable Nyx resumes delivery with the package.
21:53:18: 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. Illiaen Abraxas 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 Illiaen Abraxas four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:53:33: Someone once told Illiaen Abraxas that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. Illiaen Abraxas knows Sable Nyx 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 Illiaen Abraxas but the time is almost here. Sable Nyx's ship comes over the horizon. There it is. Illiaen Abraxas'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. Illiaen Abraxas is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting Illiaen Abraxas the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. Sable Nyx's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:53:39: Illiaen Abraxas steadily took aim from a second story window as Sable Nyx ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Illiaen Abraxas inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Sable Nyx resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:53:47: Illiaen Abraxas steadily took aim from a second story window as Sable Nyx ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Illiaen Abraxas inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. Sable Nyx resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:54:02: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Illiaen Abraxas. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Illiaen Abraxas mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Illiaen Abraxas 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." Illiaen Abraxas 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. Illiaen Abraxas 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. Illiaen Abraxas pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Illiaen Abraxas had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Illiaen Abraxas 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.
21:54:13: Illiaen Abraxas tried to sneak on board Sable Nyx's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Sable Nyx continues their delivery.
21:54:45: 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. Illiaen Abraxas 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 Illiaen Abraxas four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:54:47: Package delivered by Sable Nyx for $360,000