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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/14/2016 12:30:34 AM
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The crash site blared with noise, it was a loud, and oftentimes annoyingly so, for someone was trying to affix a minigun back onto its original soldering on its mount on the sparrowhawk
Alpha was there, working on the ship with tools he had, well, "borrowed" from the blacksmith and gunsmith and various other places, using what little knowledge he had to repair the ship's largely outer and rarely inner damage and blemishes caused from the incident
he didn't notice anyone approaching, and those who saw him saw he wore only a black T-shirt, jeans, goggles and gloves, his fur and horns and even fangs smudged and smeared with grime and the grit that accumulates with handing dirty oil or rubble
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Gotta admit, you got your hands on a good ride. *Behind Alpha, a hooded woman approaches. Her face cannot be seen, but her cloak is a simple blackish greyish color, slightly tattered where her feet are. She has a gold and silver decorated longbow on her back and two daggers, one on each arm. On one, the handle is an icy blue colored metal with a brown leather grip. The second, a dull greenish grey with an ashen grey cloth handle* Who are you anyway?
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"Alpha, beyond that I ain't tellin"
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Alright, Alpha. Can I at least help you with your ship, since you look as if you wanna leave as quickly as possible.
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"Not leaving, actually"
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Oh. Then what [i]are[/i] you doing?
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"Fixing my ship, dumbass"
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Well [i]sorry[/i] for putting two and two together and thinking you're getting away from people like Silver and Mortar.
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"You obviously don't know me" he sighed "Any reason for you to bother me?"
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Well you are pretty loud... *She takes a couple steps closer*
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"And? I've got more pressing matters than noise complaints"
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[i]"So... Drake hires... Yetis... Dude has got interesting taste."[/i] [b]A mechanical voice speaks up from behind, the gentle patter of metal boots against the ground sounding off as a new approacher casts a shadow over the ground.[/b] [i]"Calls you the smugglers... But all I see are terrorists. It was different... Back when Zhackie was in charge..."[/i] [b]A slight chuckle, but nothing more escapes the mysterious onlooker... But whoever it was... He knew about Drake and the Smugglers.[/b]
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"Call me what you wish, I've heard it all"
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/15/2016 7:39:44 AM[i]"So... What's your story? Unless you are gonna tell me it's too long or too depressing... Heh... I've heard it all."[/i] [b]The man chuckled, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air as a puff of gas escaped him... But in his position, he was out of view, just a voice...[/b] [i]"Look... I don't mean to step on toes... I'm just a curious guy. Came to see what Drake did with himself and his crew... We talked a bit last time before he took ya'll for a 'ride'. I ran a different crew... But we kept a much more low profile... Only Drake and a few others knew of us... Doubt he told you..."[/i] [b]The figure shook his head subconsciously.[/b] [i]"Eh... I'm rambling... Well... I'll make this easier... You got a designation?"[/i]
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"Designation? yeah, I'm Alpha" he kept working on the minigun, not bothering to approach the figure "And my story? yeah, its bit complicated"
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[i]"Figured. Well, Alpha, I'll ask one more thing and then be out of your way. You open for... Work?"[/i] [b]The man asked, or what seemed to be a man... The mechanical modifier made it hard to tell.[/b]
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he sighed "Depends, on what I'm doing and why I'm doing it"
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[i]"A job, and for money... More specifically I just need a ride off planet. Most don't have spaceships and I don't trust half the time travelers around here. I might also need to bring back some cargo... Large cargo. People sized and shaped."[/i]
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".......you know I left that buisness, you know what It cost us"
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[i]"I'm not asking for border hopping, I'm asking for a taxi ride for myself, and then two family members. Besides, this place has an open atmosphere policy. If it was illegal I most certainly in hell not come to you... No offense... The most you'll probably have to blow up is like... An asteroid."[/i]
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"Fine, As soon as she's ready I'll notify you, but I need your name"
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[i]"Judge."[/i] [b]One man to another, he wasn't about to divulge his name. He had figured no one actually called their child Alpha... Might as well stick to blank designations.[/b]
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"Alrighty, She should be ready in a few hours"
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[i]"I keep on an open line... You can find me on it... Until then, I'll catch you around."[/i] [b]The figure pads off, still unseen...[/b] [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
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*he sees a figure in a black and tattered cloak start to approach him and his broken ship. He soon comes into speaking range and gives him a small wave, his glove a pure black "Hello. You okay? You look like you could use some help."-Unknown
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"Nope, you don't know how she works"
