open Among the Open Stars

[Apollo 297]

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*Miyst was sitting in a bar. She had just gotten paid for her last big delivery. Some philanthrapist wanted a large amount of strange artifacts he had found donated to a museum a few planets away. Lots of the artifacts were valuable and fragile, so only one of the best were allowed to handle it. Miyst was one of the best, but she was not very well known yet. Miyst finished her drink and paid the bartender before standing up and walking out of the bar. She headed towards the Central Spaceport's docking bay to her ship.*

[Pencil J. Doodle 242]

Bret Davis was hanging out in one of the bars in the local spaceports. Due to the rapid change of humanities technology he had no choice but to use his powers to become a mercenary. He hadn't had a target, or any work for that matter, in decades. He managed to make what little money he could by scavenging across random planets.

All he could do at this point was wait for work; biding his time in the bar

[Power Ten 213]

Luke walked at a hurried pace through the walkways near the docks. His eyes flicked nervously over every face, every sign and every detail from behind his sunglasses. He shoved his hand into his jacket and tested it on the bottle of fine whiskey he had managed to get a five-finger discount on (that means he stole it.). He shuddered as he passed through a large crowd of people, feeling apprehension rise deep in his gut when all he could see was people. Luke just bowed his head and hurried foward, straight into a burly mercenary. The impact caused Luke to lose grip on the bottle, and it fell to the ground , somehow remaining intact. The man snarled at Luke, but then grinned as the bottle caught his eye.

"bit young to be drinking, boy" the man sneered as he lifted Luke up by the collar. Luke remained completely silent keeping his face unreadable. His eyes, on the other hand, had a look of absolute terror in them. That was why he wore the sunglasses, so nobody could read him.

His hand dropped to his belt, where he kept a small knife, but the mercenary saw this motion.

"I don't think so" he growled and punched Luke in the face. Hard.

Luke's sunglasses shattered and he went flying a few feet. His vision went blurry and he felt like his head was going to explode. He could hear the group walking away with his booze and laughing.

He felt a trickle of blood run down his face; the broken lens from his sunglasses had left a gash just under his eye. He grunted as he tried to pick himself up off the ground.

[Apollo 297]

Luke walked at a hurried pace through the walkways near the docks. His eyes flicked nervously over every face, every sign and every detail from behind his sunglasses. He shoved his hand into his jacket and tested it on the bottle of fine whiskey he had managed to get a five-finger discount on (that means he stole it.). He shuddered as he passed through a large crowd of people, feeling apprehension rise deep in his gut when all he could see was people. Luke just bowed his head and hurried foward, straight into a burly mercenary. The impact caused Luke to lose grip on the bottle, and it fell to the ground , somehow remaining intact. The man snarled at Luke, but then grinned as the bottle caught his eye.

"bit young to be drinking, boy" the man sneered as he lifted Luke up by the collar. Luke remained completely silent keeping his face unreadable. His eyes, on the other hand, had a look of absolute terror in them. That was why he wore the sunglasses, so nobody could read him.

His hand dropped to his belt, where he kept a small knife, but the mercenary saw this motion.

"I don't think so" he growled and punched Luke in the face. Hard.

Luke's sunglasses shattered and he went flying a few feet. His vision went blurry and he felt like his head was going to explode. He could hear the group walking away with his booze and laughing.

He felt a trickle of blood run down his face; the broken lens from his sunglasses had left a gash just under his eye. He grunted as he tried to pick himself up off the ground.

 

*Miyst felt the waves of aggression coming from a few meters away. She scanned the area and noticed a mercenary with hostile actions toward a young boy. Miyst walked over to the group and put a hand on the mercinary's shoulder.*

"I think you should leave now."

*She said calmly.*

"This kid wont be causing any trouble for you."

*The mercinary grunted and walked off. Miyst offered Luke a hand to help him up.*

"Hey, you alright?"

*She asked.*

[Power Ten 213]

Luke shook his head to decline the offer for help. He managed to shakily get back in his feet, but had to use a wall for balance. He wiped the blood off his face. "thanks" he mumbled and began to slowly walk to where his ship was docked, leaving his broken sunglasses on the floor with the strange alien

[Apollo 297]

Luke shook his head to decline the offer for help. He managed to shakily get back in his feet, but had to use a wall for balance. He wiped the blood off his face. "thanks" he mumbled and began to slowly walk to where his ship was docked, leaving his broken sunglasses on the floor with the strange alien

 

"Hey, wait up."

*Miyst caught up to him.*

"What was that all about? Why were they attacking you?"

[Power Ten 213]

 

"Hey, wait up."

*Miyst caught up to him.*

"What was that all about? Why were they attacking you?"

 

"you must be new here." Luke glanced back. He arrived at his ship, an old fighter which had its weapons removed. (gtg be back in 3 hours)

[Apollo 297]

 

"you must be new here." Luke glanced back. He arrived at his ship, an old fighter which had its weapons removed. (gtg be back in 3 hours)

 

"Ive been working my trade here for almost five years now."

*Miyst said.*

"I just like to know specifics. I hired that mercinary once when I needed some extra assistaince. Seeing that has dissuaded me from recommending him to others."

*Miyst put a hand on Luke's ship and cringed.*

"She's all torn up...."

*Miyst muttered.*

"Must have been through hell. Poor girl."

[Power Ten 213]

 

"Ive been working my trade here for almost five years now."

*Miyst said.*

"I just like to know specifics. I hired that mercinary once when I needed some extra assistaince. Seeing that has dissuaded me from recommending him to others."

*Miyst put a hand on Luke's ship and cringed.*

"She's all torn up...."

*Miyst muttered.*

"Must have been through hell. Poor girl."

 

Luke glanced apprehensively at the stranger touching his ship. He still stayed quiet, and slid the cockpit cover back. "you could say that" he stepped inside and jammed his thumb on the ignition. The ship sputtered for a second, and then made a horrible grinding sound. A thick black smoke rose out of the engines in the back. "f***!". Luke swore and punched the dashboard. Edited June 5, 2012 by Power Ten

[Apollo 297]

 

Luke glanced apprehensively at the stranger touching his ship. He still stayed quiet, and slid the cockpit cover back. "you could say that" he stepped inside and jammed his thumb on the ignition. The ship sputtered for a second, and then made a horrible grinding sound. A horrible black smoke rose out of the engines in the back. "f***!". Luke swore and punched the dashboard.

 

"She is way out of commision."

*Miyst commented.*

"Not even a team of the galaxies best mechanics could fix her up."

*She walked over to the cockpit and turned her head towards Luke.*

"If you want, I could give you a ride to wherever it is you need to go."

*A beep rang out from Miyst's visor. She put her and on the side of it.*

"You could even help me with my next delivery. A 50% cut of the pay is up for grabs here, and its a very high paying customer."

[Power Ten 213]

 

"She is way out of commision."

*Miyst commented.*

"Not even a team of the galaxies best mechanics could fix her up."

*She walked over to the cockpit and turned her head towards Luke.*

"If you want, I could give you a ride to wherever it is you need to go."

*A beep rang out from Miyst's visor. She put her and on the side of it.*

"You could even help me with my next delivery. A 50% cut of the pay is up for grabs here, and its a very high paying customer."

 

Luke opened his mouth to tell her 'no', but quickly closed it when he figured out how bad his situation was. He had very little money, certainly not enough to buy a new ship. He had no way of getting money without a ship. This job she was offering was his only option.

Luke lowered his head in defeat. "I'll go with you. Only one delivery, though. I leave when I get paid".

He reached into a compartment under his seat and picked up a small duffel bag, as well as what looked like the grip of a sword. He tucked the grip into his belt and hopped out of the cockpit. "let's get this over with. Where's your ship?"

[Apollo 297]

 

Luke opened his mouth to tell her 'no', but quickly closed it when he figured out how bad his situation was. He had very little money, certainly not enough to buy a new ship. He had no way of getting money without a ship. This job she was offering was his only option.

Luke lowered his head in defeat. "I'll go with you. Only one delivery, though. I leave when I get paid".

He reached into a compartment under his seat and picked up a small duffel bag, as well as what looked like the grip of a sword. He tucked the grip into his belt and hopped out of the cockpit. "let's get this over with. Where's your ship?"

 

"Docking bay 4."

*Miyst said.*

"My name's Miyst, by the way. Nice to meet you."

[Power Ten 213]

 

"Docking bay 4."

*Miyst said.*

"My name's Miyst, by the way. Nice to meet you."

 

"Luke" He stated simply and hefted his bag up onto his shoulder. "lead the way"

[Apollo 297]

 

"Luke" He stated simply and hefted his bag up onto his shoulder. "lead the way"

 

*Miyst turned towards the ship right next to Luke's*

"Good thing we are already in #4."

*She pressed a button on the side of her visor and the back of the ship opened up. (For her ship, just imagine a Pelican from Halo)*

"Welcome to the Sun Chariot."

[Power Ten 213]

 

*Miyst turned towards the ship right next to Luke's*

"Good thing we are already in #4."

*She pressed a button on the side of her visor and the back of the ship opened up. (For her ship, just imagine a Pelican from Halo)*

"Welcome to the Sun Chariot."

 

Luke raised an eyebrow. "convenient"

He walked up the ramp into the cargo hold. He turned back to Miyst. "where can I put my stuff?"

[Apollo 297]

 

Luke raised an eyebrow. "convenient"

He walked up the ramp into the cargo hold. He turned back to Miyst. "where can I put my stuff?"

 

"Wherever."

*Miyst said as she headed towards the cockpit.*

"We are gonna take off in just a few minutes."

[Power Ten 213]

"Wherever."

*Miyst said as she headed towards the cockpit.*

"We are gonna take off in just a few minutes."

 

"awesome" Luke monotoned. He dropped his bag on the floor, then laid down on it, using it as a pillow.

He began to think over his current situation. "This could be a big scheme to rob me. Take me out to where I can't run, and shoot me off into space when she's got what she wants. But what could she want from me?" He mused quietly.

[Apollo 297]

*Miyst walked back into the cargo bay.*

"Alright, the ship's course is set. Now we just kick back and let Uncle do the rest of the work."

[Power Ten 213]

*Miyst walked back into the cargo bay.*

"Alright, the ship's course is set. Now we just kick back and let Uncle do the rest of the work."

 

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Uncle?"

(Short post is short)

[Apollo 297]

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Uncle?"

(Short post is short)

 

"My Uncle and I built this ship together. But he died before we finished. So I completed the ship, and the A.I. programming. The A.I. is programmed to act just like my Uncle Apollo. Thats why I call my ship the Sun Chariot, because my Uncle Apollo is the pilot. Of course, when things get crazy, I have to take the controls, but he is good with calm transportation."

*Miyst explained.*

[Prince Midnight 817]

Midnight frowned and looked around the central spaceport, looking up and down the semi crowded port, shaking his head and raising his arm to pull up his personal computer, he pushed some buttons and shook his head, "damn it all."

pushing his way through the crowd, not bothering with the interested looks he was getting, seeing as anthros were seen rarely out here, as he made his way into docking bay #7, he folded his arms and looked at the small ship in front of him, a former military corvette.

it was a small ship that could only house about 10 people, used to anyway, on the front end sat a picture of a crescent moon and a face extending from it, a popular villian from old fairytails he read as child.

 

he shook his head and made his way inside, he had modified the crew area as his work station, and he set the parts he had purchased down on the table, his rifle was nearly complete, course it was made out of scavenged parts, but he was confident it would work, once it was done.

 

(how was that X3 im terrible at first posts.)

[Power Ten 213]

 

"My Uncle and I built this ship together. But he died before we finished. So I completed the ship, and the A.I. programming. The A.I. is programmed to act just like my Uncle Apollo. Thats why I call my ship the Sun Chariot, because my Uncle Apollo is the pilot. Of course, when things get crazy, I have to take the controls, but he is good with calm transportation."

*Miyst explained.*

 

Luke nodded, "sorry to hear about your uncle."

After a short pause, he had to ask a question that was eating away at him, "so what exactly do you need my help delivering?"

(sorry about the absence, I'd missed your post. Also, I forgot about two massive projects I had, combined with lifeguard training and blues improv practice. Busiest week ever.)

Edited June 8, 2012 by Power Ten

[Apollo 297]

 

Luke nodded, "sorry to hear about your uncle."

After a short pause, he had to ask a question that was eating away at him, "so what exactly do you need my help delivering?"

(sorry about the absence, I'd missed your post. Also, I forgot about two massive projects I had, combined with lifeguard training and blues improv practice. Busiest week ever.)

 

"We dont know yet."

*Suddenly, a projector spawned a holographic image of a man, he looked a lot like Miyst.*

"Mr. Sacrag has sent his current coordinates. Im starting up the ship."

*The hologram said.*

 

"Thanks Uncle."

*Miyst said.*

"As I was saying, Mr. Sacrag,"

*She had trouble keeping a straight face while saying the name.*

"Mr. Sacrag does not tell me about what he wants me to deliver until we are face to face."

*Miyst took a small device out of her pocket. She turned it on and a small image of Mr. Sacrag appeared. He was a slightly overweight man, with multiple layers of chin, and a large cigar hanging from his teeth.*

"Sergio Sacrag. He is a notorius crime boss, but he somehow manages to stay out of reach of the law. By the way, he hates hired help, so if he asks who you are, you have to tell him that you are my new assistaint. If he finds out that you arent, well, lets say things could get messy."

*Miyst handed Luke the device.*

"Its going to take a few hours to get to his location, so read up, that contains all the information I have gathered on him since he first hired me three years ago."

*Miyst stood up and turned towards the door to the cockpit.*

"It will be important, trust me. Sergio Sacrag is not a man you want to make angry."

*She said, completely serious.*

 

(Tis cool.)

[Power Ten 213]

 

"We dont know yet."

*Suddenly, a projector spawned a holographic image of a man, he looked a lot like Miyst.*

"Mr. Sacrag has sent his current coordinates. Im starting up the ship."

*The hologram said.*

 

"Thanks Uncle."

*Miyst said.*

"As I was saying, Mr. Sacrag,"

*She had trouble keeping a straight face while saying the name.*

"Mr. Sacrag does not tell me about what he wants me to deliver until we are face to face."

*Miyst took a small device out of her pocket. She turned it on and a small image of Mr. Sacrag appeared. He was a slightly overweight man, with multiple layers of chin, and a large cigar hanging from his teeth.*

"Sergio Sacrag. He is a notorius crime boss, but he somehow manages to stay out of reach of the law. By the way, he hates hired help, so if he asks who you are, you have to tell him that you are my new assistaint. If he finds out that you arent, well, lets say things could get messy."

*Miyst handed Luke the device.*

"Its going to take a few hours to get to his location, so read up, that contains all the information I have gathered on him since he first hired me three years ago."

*Miyst stood up and turned towards the door to the cockpit.*

"It will be important, trust me. Sergio Sacrag is not a man you want to make angry."

*She said, completely serious.*

 

"well, isnt that wonderful! That might be information you could tell me BEFORE I get on the ship" he grumbled to himself under his breath. He sighed in defeat and tried to pull up the hologram again, needing several minutes to figure out how to work the damn thing. He finally managed to pull up the hologram. Luke eyed it with a mix of confusion and bemusedness. "how is this fat fuck supposed to be dangerous?" he thought aloud. Once he started reading the files, however, he realized how dangerous this man was. "oh" Edited June 8, 2012 by Power Ten

[Apollo 297]

 

"well, isnt that wonderful! That might be information you could tell me BEFORE I get on the ship" he grumbled to himself under his breath. He sighed in defeat and tried to pull up the hologram again, needing several minutes to figure out how to work the damn thing. He finally managed to pull up the hologram. Luke eyed it with a mix of confusion and bemusedness. "how is this fat fuck supposed to be dangerous?" he thought aloud. Once he started reading the files, however, he realized how dangerous this man was. "oh"

 

"Dont worry, you are capeable enough for this. I can tell, I know these things."

*Miyst said.*

"Here, you may need this."

*She handed him a simple pistol.*

"Built it myself. Im sure you will find it useful."