02:37:46: Package picked up by Sable Nyx
02:37:47: 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.
06:00:11: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Long Dread 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 Long Dread has used it, targeting Sable Nyx's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Sable Nyx's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Long Dread's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Sable Nyx dips their ship, skirting past Long Dread and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
06:00:17: Sable Nyx has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from Long Dread's MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to Long Dread, but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
06:00:48: Long Dread leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by Feisty Gazebo. Feisty Gazebo smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as Long Dread is incinerated. Feisty Gazebo throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. Feisty Gazebo 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," Feisty Gazebo whispers in reply.
06:01:22: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry. Calto Fremis 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. Feisty Gazebo ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap. Feisty Gazebo almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in Calto Fremis's trap. Frantic, Feisty Gazebo activates their shield generator which creates a kinetic field of energy around their body, and it successfully severs most of the barbed wire. Limping, Feisty Gazebo hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder. As Calto Fremis manically runs after Feisty Gazebo firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of Feisty Gazebo's grenades, losing a leg. Feisty Gazebo continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
06:01:26: 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.
06:07:53: Illiaen Abraxas steadily took aim from a second story window as Calto Fremis ran by below. Sweat dotting their forehead, Illiaen Abraxas 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.
06:08:32: 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 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 Illiaen Abraxas but the time is almost here. Calto Fremis'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. Calto Fremis's ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
06:11:32: 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 Illiaen Abraxas 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. Illiaen Abraxas smiles as their delivery bracelet emits the familiar "Parcel transferred" message.
06:11:45: Illiaen Abraxas leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by Calto Fremis. Calto Fremis smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as Illiaen Abraxas is incinerated. Calto Fremis throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. Calto Fremis 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," Calto Fremis whispers in reply.
06:12:58: Calto Fremis has been sucked into a portable black hole shot from Illiaen Abraxas's MSK-8500 rifle, not only losing the package to Illiaen Abraxas, but flung to unknown reaches of the universe. "Parcel transferred."
06:13:36: Illiaen Abraxas takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from Calto Fremis, who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." Illiaen Abraxas will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
06:17:02: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Feisty Gazebo. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Feisty Gazebo mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Feisty Gazebo 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." Feisty Gazebo 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. Feisty Gazebo 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. Feisty Gazebo pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Feisty Gazebo had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Feisty Gazebo 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.
06:17:17: 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.
06:17:36: Calto Fremis took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by Feisty Gazebo, tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. Feisty Gazebo currently has the package.
06:18:12: The smell of Feisty Gazebo'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.
06:19:30: 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."
06:21:03: Feisty Gazebo is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Calto Fremis, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Calto Fremis resumes delivery with the package.
06:23:28: 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."
06:25:22: The smell of Feisty Gazebo'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.
06:25:49: 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.
06:25:59: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Feisty Gazebo. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Feisty Gazebo mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Feisty Gazebo 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." Feisty Gazebo 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. Feisty Gazebo 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. Feisty Gazebo pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Feisty Gazebo had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Feisty Gazebo 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.
06:26:08: 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. Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
06:26:54: 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.
06:27:11: 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.
06:27:21: 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.
06:27:58: 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.
06:28:53: 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.
06:29:00: 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.
06:29:10: 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.
06:30:28: Feisty Gazebo takes two shotgun blasts directly to the spine from Calto Fremis, who continues on their way with the package. "Parcel transferred." Feisty Gazebo will be paying a deductible to get this fixed.
06:30:55: Feisty Gazebo shot a missile at Calto Fremis and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with Feisty Gazebo.
06:31:41: Feisty Gazebo leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by Calto Fremis. Calto Fremis smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as Feisty Gazebo is incinerated. Calto Fremis throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. Calto Fremis 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," Calto Fremis whispers in reply.
06:32:00: 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. Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
06:32:07: 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.
06:32:14: 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. Feisty Gazebo 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 Feisty Gazebo four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
06:32:21: Feisty Gazebo does not normally mourn death. Feisty Gazebo is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another. But that last death. A split second of Feisty Gazebo thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as Calto Fremis emerged from the parking garage, package in tow. The shot missed. Calto Fremis dove, taking a shot mid-air. Calto Fremis was not thinking about human connection, unlike Feisty Gazebo. This is arguably why Feisty Gazebo was shot in the gut. Calto Fremis resumes their delivery, package in tow.
06:32:28: Calto Fremis leaps off of a second story building on to a tall dumpster, shortening the fall. Unfortunately this dumpster is full of explosives placed by Feisty Gazebo. Feisty Gazebo smiles as they plunge their thumb onto the detonator switch, their face ignited by a pillar of flames as Calto Fremis is incinerated. Feisty Gazebo throws the detonator over their shoulder as they pick up the package that rolls to their feet as if it was meant for them. Feisty Gazebo 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," Feisty Gazebo whispers in reply.
06:33:03: Feisty Gazebo 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 Calto Fremis on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as Calto Fremis swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
06:33:46: 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."
06:33:56: There are automatic rifles and there are these. The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as Calto Fremis 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 Calto Fremis has used it, targeting Feisty Gazebo's ship as it races across the horizon. However, Feisty Gazebo's ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system. Calto Fremis's rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor. Feisty Gazebo dips their ship, skirting past Calto Fremis and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
06:34:02: Feisty Gazebo 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 Calto Fremis on a rocket powered hang-glider, and the portable thermonuclear device they've dropped. "Parcel transferred," can be heard from dispatch as Calto Fremis swoops past the mangled corpse and snags the package.
06:35:15: Calto Fremis is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Feisty Gazebo, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Feisty Gazebo resumes delivery with the package.
06:37:39: 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."
06:37:47: Package delivered by Calto Fremis for $880,000