02:00:52: Package picked up by Calto Fremis
02:00:53: 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 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. 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 Calto Fremis running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!" Calto Fremis continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
02:34:57: Calto Fremis took a shortcut due to a fake sign placed by Sable Nyx, tripping over a portable road spike, and then landing in a field of Guruvian Nesters, an exotic species known for their sexual appetite. Sable Nyx currently has the package.
02:55:54: 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.
03:00:23: Jax TellHER tried to sneak on board Calto Fremis's ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt. Calto Fremis continues their delivery.
03:00:27: 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. Jax TellHER 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 Jax TellHER four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
03:00:32: Calto Fremis has managed to somehow evade theft of the package thus far. Calto Fremis 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, Jax TellHER" scrawled on it in pink paint. Jax TellHER picks up the package which lies next to the mangled limbs of Calto Fremis. Fuck eaten. Good job, Jax TellHER. "Parcel Transferred." You have the package. Now get that sucker to the finish line.
03:00:52: Package delivered by Jax TellHER for $120,000