17:47:12: Package picked up by Harrison Ware
17:47:13: Harrison Ware 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 Harrison Ware smiles. Winners aren't born; they're built. Harrison Ware 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 Harrison Ware's adrenaline. Blaylock Samson fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of Harrison Ware. "Not today, my friend." Harrison Ware twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting Blaylock Samson four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
18:22:39: Today started as a uniquely bright one for Sable Nyx. A wonderful breakfast. "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover. Sable Nyx mused, "Why ruin a good thing? I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery." Sable Nyx 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." Sable Nyx 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. Sable Nyx crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for Harrison Ware 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." Harrison Ware came into view. Sable Nyx pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism. Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode Sable Nyx had just left. "What? How?" As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, Sable Nyx barely heard Harrison Ware running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Harrison Ware continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
18:22:50: Someone once told Sable Nyx the best way to handle this job is like it's personal. Not business. Harrison Ware got one over on Sable Nyx once before. So definitely, for Sable Nyx, that advice hits close to the chest. No guns. Not this time. Sable Nyx stakes out the area. Hides in the shadows. Sable Nyx see's Harrison Ware running hurriedly down the street. Sable Nyx takes one last look at the triple barrel sawed-off shotgun in their sling. Certainly safer. No. It's time for revenge. Sable Nyx ducks out of the corner, an electrically charged knife in a firm grip. Harrison Ware doesn't even skip a beat, slicing downward with a chainsaw that Sable Nyx did not see before. Sable Nyx takes a long horrified look at their severed limb on the ground, still clutching the knife, and then once more up to see Harrison Ware 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.
18:22:58: Harrison Ware 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."
18:48:32: Package delivered by Sable Nyx for $80,000