First installment, Characters are based on real people of the same name i know and events pased on a couple wars in a game i play lol
Disclaimer: first time ive ever written anything longer then a poem, and i read massive amounts, so trust me i KNOW its not that good, trolls will be trolls but cut a little slack ;) its a bit of fun and any suggestions are appreciated.
Praise be to holley for pointing out my more obvious mistakes and spelling errors
Rain pattered softly dripping from the rim of my hat and tracing down the outline of my black overcoat as I stepped out of the dim false safety cast from the bars
interior lights. Another dark night in this god forsaken city; another night waiting.
The Team was ready sitting in the Aphrodites Child Orbiting silently behind the World's second moon, bored out of their skulls and growing impatient with the inaction, the idea was pretty simple, contact the buyer, make the offer and when picking up the goods burn the bastards down; we get our money and the rich french fuck gets his daughter back. Happy ending, party music and off to the races we go.
Its never simple though, especially aranging a deal for 6 girls with Russian (excuse me Centuarans, but fuck it they all came from Russia) slaver scum.
It had worked out though, offer made, price haggled over and finally the deal had gone through. All we had to do was pick up the girls and deliver the money.
Oh and kill them al,l ESPECIALLY the leader Martin yeah, that bit too...it being a self contained asteroid colony with most likely a fairly decent defense force was
the only minor complication.
That's at least how I landed on this shit planet in this godforsaken town.
Stop, wait ahh there's somone approaching. I turn my head slightly as I inhale on the cigar, savoring its flavor, the figure's tall and broad shouldered with a scarf
covering his face. My neural and retinal implants scan him slowly, various sniffer programs probing any headware he might have. Blank. strange, you hardly ever meet
a person without a single implant.
" Are you the Red man?" he says, his accent heavy with Russian. "Well, that depends" I drawl out between teeth clenched around the cigar.
" Are you the White man"? "That would be me, Comrade" his eyes crinkle into a dead smile as he hands over a small datacube. "Listen to me, eh? Comrade. Ha you would
think it was still old Russia on earth, yes? Enough talk. The package has the information you need for the pick up and the first half of the funds.
3 Days and perhaps I will see you again"
White winked quickly, the dead smile never leaving his eyes. " I won't insult you by telling you to make sure you bring money."
'Funny man' I think as I take the cube tucking it into the depths of my coat, my fingers drag slowly over the handle of Nano Blade tucked under there as well.
"Too late, I think I'm insulted" He tenses until I slowly wink back at him "See me again, eh? Be a pleasure, as always buddy boy. Nothing like the Rakus dives for a good old
chummy slave trade." I slap him on the back and quickly walk away before he could respond. Bloody cunt, I hope he's there in 3 days.
I walk until i reach the Ports and climb into the Light Transport I had taken from orbit. The ship slowly slips into the sky before the main thrusters engage.
Pushing us rapidly into orbit; the shithole City fades on the planets surface joining the myriad of lights that criss cross the surface.
Minutes tick by; as the Drive eases, Aphrodites Child is now sillouhetted against the stars, lights dimly winking like diamonds on the side of it.
Ahhh our baby the Aphrodites Child. A Bulk Freightor, a Derelict found ages back. We had stripped her down and fixed her up. She appeared normal to any passing gaze
or standard customs scanners, but the Child packs teeth, military grade gravimetric scanners and fire control systems. The core of the ship had been hollowed out and room made for a Frigate,
4 Corvettes 2 Transports, Defensived drone bays lined the outer edge of the hull. The only markings on the ship are the normal bull to get us past System authoritys and ( symbol discription?)
Billionares have enemys and they always wiling to pay for bastards like us who can get the job done. The Ventani job netted us enough for the strip and refit
the Warbirds inside where remnants of a old war in a hellhole called Altia (another war, another bunch of dreams another excuse to drink more,
its a win win deal i always say).
The Altian war, now there was a fucking nightmare. I still have dreams about the diamonds, the diamonds and the blood of course. Oh yes, the blood. Ground combat's not
my cup of tea.
The Transport slides quietly into the docking bay airlock clearing with a hiss as I orient myself to the sip grav field and jump out heading for the main quarters.
"HEY!" I look up to see Kracker yelling at me from the loading ramp of the Frigate, "How'd the fuck it go? I'm bored as fucking shit doing nothing here!"
I flip him off as i step inside. "If you would stop trying to screw that Frigate and come inside maybe you would find out, eh? "
He flashes me a quick grin "Not fucking likely. I'll be right in". 'He loves that god damn Frigate way to much', I think chuckling softly.
moving quickly up the steps (yes, steps. Give us a break were on a budget here). I Reach the command deck, and the AI greets my quietly as the ships local scanners
download the system traffic data and changes into my neural implants.
Temp was sitting at the table the adjusting the powercore on his RJ46 1mm Rail Carbine. He spoke without looking up as i walked in,
"So, did the meet go as planned or did you kill another contact like last time."
Grinning Irespond "Nah, no dead bodies for daddy tonight, but thanks for asking. If you wait a bit I'll make a general anouncment with the details. I'll even talk slow
so you can understand." -
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To be continued
with luck i can get some artwork from a friend for this as well lol
and of course, Boobs
3
That boobies girl looks like oni.