From Molotov:
Who does Trespass think she is? Hah. Is good joke, telling me how to run this gig, as if I am leaving my boys and girls to take bullets. "Nyet, biznes will be handled and then I will see Roxy later tonight. You tell her to keep warm f…
[Trek]
Scum. I'm twitching to order my Sergeant after them, but the two 5-klick beeps on my scanner finally register as something worth investigating. The sooner we're off-planet, the sooner I'm stepping into a shower and forgetting this awful dump…
[Trek]
Honestly, all I want is to scratch an itch, a bone-deep itch to teach these morons a lesson. My fist snaps up into the air, and in the same motion, I spin around — blaster in hand, firing.
If anybody had the time to see my face, in that mom…
From Molotov:
I shoot a side-long, raised eyebrow at Disaster. I am mulling over the connection to myself silently, "Is regular, at Roxy's, or at private little Trespass party? Hm."
Maybe, before Sparekeys were my brothers, I wouldn't care this m…
[Trek]
And why wouldn't I? Yes, fifteen men strong, dressed up as idiot-thrifts, but packing heat.
I'm taking point, scanner switched on to 'life forms' for the sake of it. When we're about a klick deep, I motion for the Sergeant to approach, and …
From Molotov:
They can wait a little bit longer. I'm out on the balcony, watching them from above. The King is entitled little shit, but is almost like, bad luck to go out there without a kid. If you coddle them, keep them safe, who is keeping you …
[Trek]
"Sure. Choose your men. But, if you report this to anybody, that toll will be something else on the way back," I acidly retort, stepping past the man and his men, heading into the junkyard. I trust my squad doesn't need an order to know whe…
From Molotov:
Lust splatters across my brain; Roxy, Trespass, and then finally, Never Summer. Is thought I'd never have, unless shot into me, by the storm and my gun — the idea of being with tzir, whatever tzir is. I might say it is repulsive, but …
[Trek]
I press my chin to my chest, stare at my shoes, and breath deep. I'm an inch away from burning a blaster hole through this man's eye-sockets. Quite frankly, it's the mention of 'superiors' that keeps my gun holstered; if this man isn't some …
[Trek]
Oh what a simple, stupid man. I love stupid men. "You drive a difficult bargain, militia-man, but I concede defeat. We'll take a couple of your boys," and I extend my hand to shake his.
OOC: Sorry Rich, to clarify, I'll say he's done this before, just not in game.
From Molotov:
Is starting with a gun.
The pins and chambers. The molded, scratched and stained parts which are otherwise alone in my hands. They do nothing except burn…
From Molotov:
It's a few minutes after Never Summer has left; the magnum is fully cleaned now, but still in pieces, resting much like a foot. The window is open. Is maybe habit, from when I was taker of ice-cubes, which extended from birth till I m…
[Trek]
I want to cut this man's tongue out. The impulse claws its way up my gullet and almost expels itself as vomit; but, instead, because this is how it's done, I swallow both and force a smile with teeth.
My voice is calm and chillingly pleasa…
From Molotov:
Just a few more things, like, cleaning up. "Endeavor is best lookout we have, and proved himself other day in combat. I want him sent out, in case Cs decide to strike early. Give him a radio. Also, I want you here. Is best case scenar…
[Trek]
"Papers?" I laugh, and it's not a laugh at his archaic abo slang, but one to fight off the rising irritation at this man standing in my way. "Listen. It sounds like a mess out there, and I respect your desire to keep your men at the Processi…
From Molotov:
If this was Mill and not Grease Park, Never Summer would be punished within inch of life, maybe tattooed in shame; even still, were tze any other person, this would not be a response I tolerate. But, tze is brother now, and tze is bei…
From Molotov:
I stop cleaning the barrel, and catch Never Summer's eye. It's a silent pause as we stare at each other. What he is implying I am not particularly fond of, and is no time like now to let him know.
"I and Roxy have an arrangement, vto…
[Trek]
None. The sounds of blasters firing off reminds me only of training practice. The sounds of processors whirring, however, reminds me of a past I'd sooner forget. So, I'm in a pretty foul mood already when this moron steps up in my path.
But…
From Molotov:
Is there a thing on this planet that could force Never Summer to be un-graceful? An image of tzer anger-fuelled face, as tze sliced Carnation from crotch to gut, comes to mind. So, maybe there is.
This news tze gives me is disturbing…
[Trek]
Hah. Good intel, I'm starting to piece together some leverage I might be able to levy at the locals. Whether the threat is separatist in nature, or not, it's got them holed up and kriffing scared enough to form a militia. Well, there was a r…
[Trek]
I let go of my 'life support strap' as the Ebon Hawk makes contact with the ground, and head down to the cargo bay; thankful to leave the beeping of various protocols clamoring for attention behind me, in the cockpit.
"Gentlemen." I announc…
[Trek]
I covered this with Kelborn before stepping onto the bridge — I even ran her through the items Shai'n sent to my datapad. I'll let her speak up on the comms, her name will be on a manifest somewhere (mine won't), and explain the situation. W…