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| Alex Williams Captain and Opportunistic Adventurer 4/14/2007 9:51:55 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 64 | Leavin', on a jet plane... Alex mumbled in his sleep a bit, as he shifted around in his small bed. He opened his eyes, squinted to get rid of the sleepiness that made his vision fuzzy, then sat up. "Uhg, only forty-seven hours into the trip and I'm bored as heck." Alex said to himself, as he stood and put on a pair of pants and a wife-beater. He grabbed a bottle of cold water out of the mini fridge in his room and stepped out. He walked to the cockpit area, and set down in his chair. He gazed out into space, sipped his water, and propped his feet up on a console. He thought to himself, and remembered the message someone had written him on a bar napkin a few days before. 'Come to Wist. Find Jon. Lots of Tape.' Normally, Alex would have blown it off and used the napkin to wipe his nose or the like. But for some reason, his gut told him to follow these instructions. "Maybe I'm freaking crazy..." Alex mumbled to himself. 'Well, crazy or not,' Alex thought, 'I need some grub.' And with that thought spurring him on this "morning", he made his way to the small room that served as a kitchen and mess-hall for him and the crew that piloted this ship. He opened the pantry to find a plethora of food-stuffs. Cereals, noodles, sandwich stuff, soup; all sorts of stuff. Alex contemplated for a minute, then grabbed a box of 'Sweet Puffs' and made a B-line for the milk and bowls. He poured cereal and milk into the bowl, grabbed a spoon, and sat down at the bench and table next to Marcus, one of his crewmen. "'Sup boss?" Marcus asked with a grin. "Not much Marc, what's up wit'chou?" Alex responded before indulging in a large spoonful of cereal. "Eh, it's alright. After you eat wanna play chess or somethin'?" "Sure," Alex sputtered out through cereal, "I'll be glad to kick your yeah." Marcus grinned again, and finished his coffee as Alex ate his cereal. After eating, Marcus had smacked Alex in the back of the head, and Alex had retaliated by chucking his cereal bowl at him. It had shattered against the wall and left a lovely mess, but Alex left it. "..You gonna clean that up boss?" Marcus had asked as Alex walked toward the lounge. "No, I'll do it later. Thanks for reminding me though, MOM." Alex said with a laugh as him and Marc sat down at the game table. Alex cycled through the list of games to 'Chess', selected it, then watched as holo-graphic figures erupted from the table, ready to fight eachother at their respective master's orders. They began their match, talking and laughing about past memories, and what this trip might have in store for them... |
| Sprocket 4/15/2007 12:31:49 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Sprocket sat in his bunk in the bowels of the ship, trying not to think too hard. It was one of the curses of his species. They simply had too much time on their hands. To know your only way out of life would be an unnatural one tends to make you... well, lots of things. Usually, Sprocket had seen the other demons become flippant. They just kind of stopped caring and started having fun. The danger escalated until someone died. There would be a few months of cooldown, followed by another period of escalation. Only a few of them became truly careful and wise and thus, lived long and prosperous lives. But all that time... to think and ponder the imponderables. It was not unusual for the old timers to be mentally imbalanced. And here he was, sitting deep in Stowage with nothing else to do but ride out the trip. Time to think, but he didn't want to think, because all it did was bring back the horrors of his past. He let out a chuckle as soon as he realized his future was, most likely, full of horrors as well. His flippant youth had been stolen in the laboratories of Perrenor GeneTech; now it was time for some fun. In the dark, his eyes glowed a dim red and his smiling teeth shown white with mischief. |
| Alex Williams Captain and Opportunistic Adventurer 4/15/2007 8:37:41 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 64 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Alex used his knight to take Marc's last bishop, and looked across the table with a small grin as Marcus put on a concerned frown. Alex was better at chess than him, and better at most other games of wit. Marcus and him had known eachother for years, and although he used to be brighter, Marcus had abused too many drugs too long, and was suffering for it now. They'd known eachother since Alex was fifteen, Marcus had been thirteen when they met. They lived in the same neighborhood, and as they grew older had eachother's back from other kids who wanted to pick on them and the like. Marcus had also been a RCF with Alex, and had seen and done the things Alex had. But, despite their faults, Alex and Marcus stuck by eachother, and were true friends to eachother always, never selling the other out. Marcus struck forward with his rook, taking advantage of an unprotected knight. Alex had left it that way intentionally; after all, he didn't want to beat Marcus too badly. "Oh dirt, you jerk." Alex said with mock surprise. Marcus grinned and took a bite of a fruit he had gotten a bit ago. "So," Marcus started as they sat, "Did anyone book passage with us? I haven't seen anyone else other than the crew around." "Yeah," Alex said, "A young girl, something like seventeen or somethin'. Running from her past or something like that, wanted off Perranor for a better life. And some tall guy, didn't get a good look at him. I was loading some supplies when he handed me a big wad of tape, and said he wanted passage to Wist. So, those two only, unless we got a stow-away." Marcus leaned back and sighed, "Ahh, fabulous. Atleast we don't have too many other mouths to feed, I don't like sharing my chips." Marcus grinned, and Alex just laughed. They played a while more, and another crew member, Melissa stalked through the room. Both Marc and Alex looked up at her, as she glared down at them. "... I didn't do it, swear to Fred." Alex said after a long silence. "Fine, then WHO used my towel, and didn't even hang it up?" Melissa said, livid as Alex had ever seen her. "Well, not me, I have my own towel, thank you." Alex said as he guzzled the last of his water. "And it wasn't me," Marc said, sniffing his arm-pit, "I haven't showered since we've been space-bourne." "HMPH!" Mel huffed, as she walked away with murderous intent towards where the other crew members might be. "Hehe," Marc snickered, "I used her towel to wipe up a puddle last night. Figured it'd do us good to have a little exciting drama. Besides, it's fun ticking her off." Alex looked around cautiosly and said, "Yeah, but it won't be so great if we start having a prank war. She won't hesitate to launch your bed into space, you KNOW that." Marcus laughed, and got up and stretched. Alex got up too, and they went to the kitchen again. "Yo Marc." Alex said. "Yeah boss?" "Go below and tell our passengers they can come up out of their holes if they want. They don't have to starve down there and stay out of sight. Tell 'em they have free reign of the lounge and other amenities, and they can eat meals when they want too, just don't eat the whole dang fridge." Alex said, peeling a banana. "Alright boss!" Marc said, and started off and away. Alex ate some banana, then started cleaning up the mess from earlier. 'Too bad I missed... It woulda been kinda funny to have watched it bounce off his hollow head.' Alex thought and grinned, as he continued to clean. |
| Sprocket 4/15/2007 11:43:40 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Sprocket snapped out of his reverie when Marcus poked his head into his room. "Yes?" Sprocket inquired, a wry grin on his face as he turned to face Marcus. "Hey, Lanky. The captain, Alex, invites you out for dinner if you like. Just don't empty the fridge." "Well, thank you for the invite. Don't mind if I do." Sprocket said as he swung out of his bunk. Luckily, he wasn't a tall member of his species; he only stood a bit over six feet. The ship was not large, but had plenty of room for the few people it carried. There was cargo on board, but nothing out of the ordinary as far as he could tell. It felt good to stretch his legs as he walked to the small minibar. Someone had jokingly wrote "SpaceHawk Bar & Grill" on the cupboards over top of it. He poured himself a drink and grabbed one of the microwaveable meals out of the fridge. Sipping his drink, he watched the radiation warm his preservative-laden food. He was very thankful for his ultra slow metabolism... not only did it contribute to his species longevity, but it paid off when the only thing available was space food. The 'wave went ding and he topped off his drink. Carrying his steaming pile of artificially flavored goodness to the dining area, he caught wind of the food that had been thrown about in the cockpit. It gave him a bit of a chuckle. What freedom, at last! He looked up and saw Alex. "Howdy, Cap'n!" |
| Alex Williams Captain and Opportunistic Adventurer 4/16/2007 3:46:41 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 64 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Alex had been cleaning when he heard someone come into the kitchen. They threw something in the microwave, but Alex didn't look up as he finished the stack of dishes. The microwave went 'ding' and the person got their grub, then said in a happy tone, "Howdy Cap'n!" Alex turned to see who it was, and saw the one who must've been the tall man. Though he wasn't a man, he looked like a half demon by his looks. Some might've been scared or frightened by the sight, but it wasn't anything Alex was scared of. A blaster rifle pointed at him, a knife to his throat, or the thought of getting ripped off in a deal angered and frightened Alex more than a tall half demon. "'Howdy'," Alex said looking the demon up and down. He extended his hand to shake the man's and said, "Name's Alex. And you guessed right, I'm the captain of this humble vessel. What's your name my good demon?" Sprocket extended a clawed hand and gently took Alex's hand, careful not to pierce the skin. "I'm called Sprocket." Alex smiled and said, "Pleasure." Alex sat down across the bar from Sprocket, and decided he might as well have a proper drink too. He'd been up for a few hours, it seemed like a good enough excuse. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, and sipped. "So, Sprocket, you're headed to Wist, correct? Mind if I enquire what your reason is for going there?" Alex asked, and carefully sipped his drink again. He got up and grabbed a can of Jerry's (think Coke) and poured it into the glass. It was still too early for straight whiskey... |
| Sprocket 4/16/2007 10:09:58 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Ah, yes... the question. He knew it was coming, but still didn't have a ready answer for it. He couldn't really tell the truth... but he hated to lie, at the same time. The thought of his assignment sent shivers up his ridged spine, and he had to suppress the urge that welled up from within. Completely inappropriate and stupid, he told himself. You really do have a lot to learn. "Well, I've been indisposed as of late," Sprocket said. Indisposed? Fifty years in a cage is indisposed? "So I'm out to see the sights. I've heard Wist is a beautiful vacation spot." The smile he put on wasn't fooling Alex one bit, who stared back at him stoically before taking a deep breath. Clearing his throat, he leaned onto the table, drawing himself closer to Sprocket. His voice was quiet, but cut like iced raindrops. "Okay, Sprocket, whatever you say. I don't need to know the details of your endeavor, but do know this: any trouble from you... at all... will result in your not finishing the journey to your 'vacation'. Do I make myself clear?" Alex was captain of the ship, and well armed to boot. Sprocket was very lightly armed, and really did need to make it to Wist. Wouldn't be the first time sarcasm nearly got him killed... and probably wouldn't be the last. "Fine," Sprocket answered, still smiling (how he was enjoying freedom!) "I'll fess up. I'm on my way to Wist, to join in the fight against the Rippov. After all... who wants to live forever?" With a nod of his head, he raised his glass in a toast, enjoyed a hearty gulp, and continued to enjoy his meal. |
| Alex Williams Captain and Opportunistic Adventurer 4/17/2007 5:19:15 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 64 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Alex's question satisfied, he pondered what Sprocket had said. 'After all... Who wants to live forever?' There was merit to that, though some might disagree. Alex took a long drink of his drink, feeling the warmth spread throughout his throat and into his belly. "Indeed my friend.." Alex said, folding his hands together and resting his chin in them. "To those who do not consider the long term consequences of immortality, what you say is ludicrous. But yes, I too would not want eternal life... There's many things I want to know and experience before my demise. But, in time, I would learn things I do not wish to learn, I'm sure. You are wise indeed.." Alex and Sprocket sat in silence for a while, until Alex had a realization: Forty-nine hours now, and they weren't even close to Wist? "I think someone may've made an error..." Alex said to Sprocket as he got up and went to the cock-pit. Sprocket followed too, and Alex was disgusted when he looked at the hyperdrive screen. "SCOTT!" Alex yelled so the entire ship could hear. A minute later, Scott appeared, apparently just having woken up, being only in flannel pants and disheveled hair. "Yes Captain?" "Scott," Alex started, irritation dripping from every word. "When we left Perranor, I had you put us in space, correct?" "Yes sir." "And, by giving you that job, you were to set our course and ensure we were well on our way to Wist, correct?" "Uhh, yes sir..." Alex breathed deeply for a minute, then finished. "Why then, my good friend, did you not engage the hyper-drive, ALONG WITH, the auto-pilot?!" Scott stared at his feet for a minute, then mumbled, "I uh, forgot sir.." Alex leaned over, engaged the hyper-drive, and patted Scott on the shoulder. "Please don't forget something that simple again. Go do the dishes and mop the floors. I need a drink." Alex then made his way back to the kitchen, picked up his drink and finished it. Sprocket came in, grinning at Alex. "Meh, some people's kids huh?" Alex said, and Sprocket laughed. Alex smiled, "He's a good kid. Only 18, but he wants to be a pilot.. I met him years ago when he was 14, he was getting into too much trouble, and I tried to be a role-model to him.. Maybe not the best one, but I kept my eye on him.. When he learned me and some of the others from RCF were leaving, and that I'd bought a ship, he literally begged me to take him with me. Said he'd do everything I asked if he could come and learn to pilot... Good kid, still learnin' though." Alex sat down again, and felt the slight rumble of the ship going into hyperspace. "Well Sprocket, we should be on Wist in about eighteen hours. Then, you can test the limits of your mortality." Alex said with a smile, filled his glass, and raised it in a small toast to the half demon standing before him. |
| Sprocket 4/17/2007 10:58:30 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Indeed he would. Demons weren't immortal, or even magical. They had no special abilities whatsoever, other than the fact they lived an incredibly long time. Being only half demon changed that deal for Sprocket, however... his other half was the wild card in this game of cards called life and death. His training would help, but he would need to acquire weapons on Wist once he got there. His understanding was there wasn't exactly a thriving economy anymore, but he was prepared to purchase minor equipment if necessary. More than likely, he'd have to hook up with a group of Marines... if they'd even let him. Between his looks, his civilian status, and the fact he knew NO ONE on the planet, that was a long shot. More than likely, he'd be on his own once they made dirtside. In the meantime, he might as well get some rest. Downing his drink, he bid goodnight to the captain and returned to his quarters. Ah, slow metabolism... would mean it'd take HOURS to burn off the whiskey slowly worming its way through his soul. As he fell asleep, the nightmares returned, but each time he fell asleep a free being, they scared him less. |
| Alex Williams Captain and Opportunistic Adventurer 4/18/2007 12:36:27 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 64 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Alex watched Sprocket head back to his quarters, and sat back and basked in the silence. He looked up at the kitchen ceiling and saw one of the lights flicker. 'Have to replace that soon..' Alex thought to himself as his friend Nate came into the kitchen. "Hey Nate what's up?" Alex asked. "Meh not much." Nate grunted, "Why aint we on Wist yet?" "A Scott error." Alex said as he watched Nate grab the jug of milk and drink some. "Dang kid needs to learn quicker.." Nate said. "Dang Nate needs to not drink out of the jug, ya filthy animal." Alex said jokingly as Nate made a crude finger gesture in response. Alex had quite a crew indeed. They all came from Perranor, and they had all been involved in the same gang, the Red Crown Fiends. But over time they'd all become good friends, and that's why Alex had asked THEM to come with him to make their own adventures off that rock. Marcus: One of Alex's best friends, twenty-three years old. He was shorter than Alex, Five feet Nine inches, at only One hundred and Forty-Five pounds. He had blond hair that was cut fairly short, and blue eyes that had broken girl's hearts before. He was a happy guy, and wasn't very serious any time. He was always cracking jokes or teasing someone, or just trying to brighten people's days. Melissa: Another good friend of Alex's, Twenty years old and Five feet Nine inches also and at One hundred and ten pounds. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and intense silver blue eyes. She was a tom boy, not afraid to scrap with any guy that tried to push her around. But she was still very much a girl; this much made apparent by her infatuation with Marcus. She likes him, might've even gone for a real relationship with him, but she says he's, 'Way too immature. He considers a romantic date a dinner at a fast food joint and a slasher flick!'. On another note, a good knife fighter and hacker. Scott: Like Alex's little brother, Eighteen years old, Six feet tall and One hundred Seventy-Five pounds. Longer black hair and brown eyes. Has a quiet demeanor, but isn't socially awkward or shy. He's still a little naive, has alot to learn, but a good kid. A good shot with a rifle too. Nate: Alex's 'Big Brother'. Brought Alex into RCF. Twenty-Eight years old, Two hundred and Ten pounds. He had long brown hair that he keeps in a braid that goes down to his shoulder blades, and he has green eyes. He's usually a fairly quiet/brooding type, though not above having fun and goofing off. He's the 'grizzled old soldier' of the group, having seen and done things that the others quite frankly, have not. He was a big ol' bruiser, and used that in his career in the gang. Torture, assassination, all sorts of things; he'd done. In all his thinking and remembering, Alex hadn't noticed Nate leave, and barely noticed himself drifting off leaning back in the chair in the kitchen. Alex drifted off, and fell asleep. They'd be on Wist soon, and he could get his little adventure under way... |
| Alex Williams Captain and Opportunistic Adventurer 4/18/2007 10:22:07 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 64 | RE: Leavin', on a jet plane... Alex had slept a while, then woke up to a knot in his back. He spent the last few hours of their flight organizing his packs for when they got planet side, cleaning and inspecting his weapons, and loading several clips of his AK. His crew had all done the same, knowing they'd be landing on Wist, the now war-torn world being ravaged by beasts known as Rippov. Finally, Scott came to Alex and said he was needed in the cock-pit to get them clearance to land. Alex walked to the cock-pit and got in his chair. He grabbed his head-set and hailed Wist. "This is Clarence Kruesten of Planet Wist Landing Clearance Division. Can you send me your ship's information please." "Sure." Alex said as he sent the ship's ID number and public records. "You're cleared to land. The only semi-safe place to land right now is the city of Palm River at these coordinates. It is held secure, for now, by a large number of Marines. Have a pleasant stay." Clarence finished, and Alex heard him sigh to himself as the communications ended. Alex flew them to the ravaged city, which looked more like a pile of well constructed rubble, and got onto the ship's PA system. "Attention all passengers and crew, we are now on Wist. Thanks for flying with us, see ya around." Alex finished and hung up his headset. His crew had been gathered there the whole time, so he immediately adressed them. "Alright boys and girl," Alex started, winking at Mel who in turn stuck her tongue out at him, "We're now on Wist. I don't know exactly where we'll find 'Jon', but we're here to see what his offer is. Marcus, Nate, and Mel, you'll be going planet-side with me." Alex stopped, and turned to Scott. "Scott, you're young, but you're smart. We're on a planet where all life forms other than Ripps are destroyed without hesitation. I need you to stay here on the ship." Scott stepped forward, and said in a pained and angry tone, "What the heck?! You want me to baby-sit the ship while you all leave? That's a load of-." Alex stopped him, and said, "Scott, this is a very dangerous place. If WE even go out on this mission, there's a chance that some, or none of us, will come back. That's why you're staying. You're too young to die now. And besides, if I don't come back..." Alex dug out an official document from a drawer nearby, "I'm giving the ship to you, in the case of my death." Scott stayed angry for a moment more, then stepped back and controlled himself. "Yes sir." Scott said. "Alright," Alex said, "Let's go people. Bring weapons and supplies." And with that, they headed out. They got off the ship, and stood just outside taking a final inventory. Alex caught Sprocket in passing, and said to him, "I know you're going on your own journey. But here, in case you ever need a flight, or a friend to help.." With that, Alex handed him a note with his contact info on it. "Thank you. Good luck in your endeavor." Sprocket said, walking off. Just then, the young girl who'd also gotten a ride with them appeared. "Uhh, hello captain." The young girl said. "Yes, what can I do for you?" "Well, we're on Wist, defineately worse than Perranor.. I was wondering if uhh, I could maybe stay on your ship for now.. I'll do whatever you ask to earn my stay!" Alex had already suspected she'd rather stay on the ship than try to make a new life here, so he let her stay. "Sure girl. Just uh, do whatever chores need doing while we're gone, and keep Scott company.. If he needs help or whatever, do it. That's all." She hugged him a moment in thanks, then went back in side hurriedly. "Alright, let's go." Alex said, as they made their way into the ruined city. Continued here |
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