15:11:37: Package picked up by Feisty Gazebo
15:11:38: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Mac Nielson. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Mac Nielson mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Mac Nielson 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." Mac Nielson 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. Mac Nielson crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Feisty Gazebo 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." Feisty Gazebo came into view. Mac Nielson pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Mac Nielson had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Mac Nielson barely heard Feisty Gazebo running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Feisty Gazebo continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
18:15:09: 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."
19:42:06: 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. Long Dread 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 Long Dread four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
19:42:13: Calto Fremis is riddled with repetitive machine gun fire from Long Dread, falling to their knees and letting the package slip from their fingers. "Parcel transferred." Long Dread resumes delivery with the package.
21:55:52: Sable Nyx shot a missile at Long Dread and obliterated their ship. All that was left was the package which was picked up and continued its journey with Sable Nyx.
23:01:16: 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. Calto Fremis 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 Calto Fremis four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
23:01:22: 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.
23:12:37: Package delivered by Calto Fremis for $140,000