20:32:50: Package picked up by Jeff Colen
20:32:51: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) 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 @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
21:00:39: Someone once told @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) got one over on @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) see's @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) did not see before. @peepso_user_9(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 @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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.
21:05:11: The smell of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
21:08:51: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
21:17:47: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship fires two nuclear torpedos into @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship, instantly incinerating it. The package is snagged by a lengthy magnetic tow cable. "Parcel transferred."
21:19:24: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship fires two nuclear torpedos into @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship, instantly incinerating it. The package is snagged by a lengthy magnetic tow cable. "Parcel transferred."
21:20:04: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of their package.
21:20:07: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) shot a missile at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo).
21:21:36: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) shot a missile at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen).
21:21:52: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) shot a missile at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo).
21:24:11: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:24:30: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) manically runs after @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
21:24:48: The smell of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s completely immolated ship flares up @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s nostrils as a tow cable yanks the package from the flaming wreck. "Parcel transferred" emit's from @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s bracelet, signaling more credits to be made. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) continues towards the delivery point, package in tow.
21:25:13: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) currently has the package.
21:25:52: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) currently has the package.
21:26:09: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees. "Parcel transferred."
21:26:55: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) bludgeons @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
21:27:05: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) bludgeons @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body. "Parcel transferred."
21:27:34: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) does not normally mourn death. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) dove, taking a shot mid-air. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). This is arguably why @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was shot in the gut. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
21:27:46: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Luckily, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:27:53: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) misses their double-fisted pistol shots. A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of their package.
21:28:00: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) steadily took aim from a second story window as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) inhaled sharply and squeezed the trigger. It was a miss. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery, trying to ignore the echoing rifle shot and fragments of wall exploding just overhead.
21:28:06: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:28:08: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) currently has the package.
21:28:15: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo), but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
21:29:10: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). The package rolls to their feet. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes delivery of the stolen package.
21:29:22: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) shot a missile at @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo).
21:29:41: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) currently has the package.
21:29:48: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) stumbles into their own trap: a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s destruction. Instead @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
21:29:52: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) manically runs after @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
21:29:55: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) was feeling THAT feeling. The feeling of the win just over the horizon. A smile crept across @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s face, thinking of exactly what they would use these credits to purchase, when @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) launched an electrified bola at their feet. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) can't quite internalize that the most painful step is also the most confident, as a dart is lodged into their neck before @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s head even hits the ground, bringing on many hours of sleep. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
21:30:01: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) manically runs after @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
21:30:09: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:30:14: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues their delivery.
21:30:21: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:30:26: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:30:30: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) knows @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:30:34: @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) after a failed package theft attempt. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes on their way.
21:30:40: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) was running at break-neck speed and rounded a blind corner, stumbling upon a laser trip mine placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). Luckily, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) vaulted over it, only severing one foot. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery with package in tow, albeit slightly hobbling.
21:30:51: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) manically runs after @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s grenades, losing a leg. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
21:30:56: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:31:10: Someone once told @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) got one over on @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) once before. So definitely, for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen), that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) see's @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running hurriedly down the street. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) did not see before. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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.
21:31:16: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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." @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) came into view. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) barely heard @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
21:31:22: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen). @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is incinerated. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) breaks into a fast run, taking the stolen package with them. "Parcel transferred," emits from their delivery bracelet signifying even more credits to be earned. "Parcel transferred, indeed," @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) whispers in reply.
21:32:37: Someone once told @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) that the best way to handle this job is if you keep it strictly business. Not personal. Do not concern yourself with revenge. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) knows @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) but the time is almost here. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship comes over the horizon. There it is. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'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. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error. This mistake would sting @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
21:32:40: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship as it races across the horizon. However, @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
21:32:43: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). The package rolls to their feet. "Parcel transferred." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) resumes delivery of the stolen package.
21:32:49: @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) 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 @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo)'s adrenaline. @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo). "Not today, my friend." @peepso_user_118(Bacon Moo) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_139(Jeff Colen) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
21:32:51: Package delivered by Bacon Moo for $960,000