09:52:16: Package picked up by Corvus Wyatt
09:52:17: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continues their delivery.
10:00:26: Someone once told @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) the best way to handle this job is like it's personal.  Not business.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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.
10:01:16: There are automatic rifles and there are these.  The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) 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_91(Kane Cannon) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship as it races across the horizon.  However, @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system.  @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
10:01:21: Someone once told @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) 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_91(Kane Cannon) knows @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_91(Kane Cannon) but the time is almost here.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship comes over the horizon.  There it is. @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon)'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_91(Kane Cannon) is surprised however as the rocket launches behind them instead of in front due to user error.  This mistake would sting @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) the most, if not for the tower of rocket fuel they have chosen as their location.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship rolls successfully by the towering pyre of incinerating flame, package still in tow.
10:01:25: @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) does not normally mourn death.  @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another.  But that last death.  A split second of @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow.  The shot missed.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dove, taking a shot mid-air.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon).  This is arguably why @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) was shot in the gut.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
10:01:30: @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) bludgeons @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) unconscious with a large metal crowbar, laughing and dancing over their bloody mangled body.  "Parcel transferred."
11:00:44: @peepso_user_8(Ignoracious Buttafucco) misses their double-fisted pistol shots.   A sad attempt involving a total of 24 rounds fired at @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon).  @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) resumes delivery of their package.
12:00:24: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) tried to sneak on board @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon)'s ship but a security robot detected and repelled the attempt.  @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon) continues their delivery.
12:16:49: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) fires two pistol shots at @peepso_user_91(Kane Cannon)'s kneecaps, dropping them to their knees.  "Parcel transferred."
13:00:28: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) is impaled on a lengthy spear with a laser tip by @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) after a failed package theft attempt.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes on their way.
14:00:26: @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) smiles.  Winners aren't born; they're built.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s adrenaline.  @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) fires a wrist mounted laser, signing the hip of @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt).  "Not today, my friend."  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) twists in mid-air and strafes the area with bullets, hitting @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) four times square in the torso and then resumes delivery.
15:00:25: @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) does not normally mourn death.  @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) is accustomed to the loss of those they meet, in one capacity or another.  But that last death.  A split second of @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) thinking about it meant they were a split second too late on the trigger as @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) emerged from the parking garage, package in tow.  The shot missed.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dove, taking a shot mid-air.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) was not thinking about human connection, unlike @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson).  This is arguably why @peepso_user_9(Mac Nielson) was shot in the gut.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes their delivery, package in tow.
16:00:25: @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) stumbles into their own trap:  a hole dug in the ground full of Ixyotik Death Wasps meant to ensure @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s destruction.  Instead @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) resumes on their way, @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s agonizing screams ringing in their ears.
16:16:06: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry.  @peepso_user_25(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.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder.  As @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) manically runs after @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s grenades, losing a leg.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
16:16:11: Today started as a uniquely bright one for @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis).  A wonderful breakfast.  "Have a great day at the service," and a kiss from their lover.  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) mused, "Why ruin a good thing?  I'll steal a package instead of being the idiot that always starts a delivery."  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) 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_25(Calto Fremis) crouched a fair distance away, readying their goggles and watching for @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_85(Corvus Wyatt) came into view.  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) pushed the hand-held trigger mechanism.  Suddenly, the rocket launcher whirled on it's pivot, pointing at the abode @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) had just left.  "What?  How?"  As the rockets burnt the denizens inside to a crisp, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) barely heard @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) running by shouting, "Always pack a signal disrupter, dickhead!"  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) continued on without breaking a step, the package remaining in tow.
16:16:17: There are automatic rifles and there are these.  The GZNKA tank killer is surprisingly light as @peepso_user_25(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 @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) has used it, targeting @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship as it races across the horizon.  However, @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt)'s ship is not only retrofitted with two meter thick armor, but also an electronic shielding system.  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s rounds do find their way through the shields, but only make it one foot into the armor.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) dips their ship, skirting past @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) and giving them third degree thruster burns across half of their body.
16:16:23: The wonderful thing about lasers, although expensive, is their ability to slice entirely through a surface and sever.  @peepso_user_85(Corvus Wyatt) 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_25(Calto Fremis).  The package rolls to their feet.  "Parcel transferred."  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) resumes delivery of the stolen package.
17:00:25: The delivery point only has one way in, about a hundred yards away from a gated entry.  @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) 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_25(Calto Fremis) ignites their rocket boots, attempting to vault over the death trap.  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) almost makes it, but is caught on their ankles, immediately becoming a tangled bloody mess in @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson)'s trap. Frantic, @peepso_user_25(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, @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) hustles towards the remainder of the delivery path, lobbing grenades over their shoulder.  As @peepso_user_7(Blaylock Samson) manically runs after @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) firing rounds in their direction, they are caught in one of @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis)'s grenades, losing a leg.  @peepso_user_25(Calto Fremis) continues, hobbling, towards the delivery point.
17:52:25: Package delivered by Calto Fremis for $360,000