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Post by Dain Sincara on Sept 12, 2018 13:01:17 GMT -5
Dain was sitting at the helm of his cruiser. It had been a boring mission, which mostly consisted out of travel. Four months to get there and than three months back, all for three days of quality action. The pay had been too good to ignore though and he did pick up a few new tricks while he was away. All he had to do now was return his bounty to the proper authorities.
He was just pondering whether he was truly willing to wait for that long, when he could also put the autopilot on and go visit a friend.
The choice of course was easy to make. After a short message through the PA, in which he informed the crew -which may or not have been annoyed, he did not wait for a response- he put two fingers to his forehead and focused on the energy signature of his closest friend. For a moment energy crackled and than his image faded away, leaving nothing behind.
“Sup?” Dain said jovially as he appeared next to the energy he knew belonged to his friend Sly. “Missed me?” He asked with a grin, as if he looked around to see where the hell he was. “I see you are still awesome and a raccoon, so it could not have been all bad.” He continued as wondered where he had ended up. This whole instant transmission thing was rather new to him and it still seemed to disorientate him. “Hope I am not disturbing you…”
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Post by Sly on Sept 12, 2018 14:56:43 GMT -5
The raccoon known as Sly casually sat in a rather large leather office chair. Well large for him, for a normal human it would probably be considered small an uncomfortable. A slight lean back in the chair enabled him to have his small furry legs kicked up on a large wooden desk. He had just complete a mercenary job, and things went extraordinarily well. The pay was incredible and his plans for the rest of the week consisted of aimlessly wondering through space, getting hammered out of his mind, and pillaging any ships he may pass through the night. A pop could be heard within the room, and without looking up he immediately recognized the figure within the area. A smirk could be seen crossing his face as the realization crossed his mind. It was his good friend Dain, obviously back from a job that took him out of commission for a good amount of time. The raccoon quickly jumped to his feet, each paw already tight clutching around a glass of brown liquor. Within an instant he closed the gap between the two of them and handed his friend a drink, "Instant transmission huh? That is pretty nifty indeed. Welcome to the war cruser, I am sure your familiar with it still. I heard you had to leave for some time to complete a job, good to see ya didn't die. Well tell me, anything new with you? Any grand plans of adventure in our near future or what?" Dain SincaraWC: 252 |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Sept 13, 2018 1:03:58 GMT -5
Gracefully Dain accepted the brown liquor and without even trying to identify it he took a big swig. He knew Sly to have pretty good taste and was not the type to spare coin on booze. Nor that he had too, the guy was one of the wealthiest people he knew. “Yeah pretty boring, took four months to get there and collect a bounty. Did pick up a few new tricks though.” He said after he had allowed the liquid to roll around in his mouth for a bit to reach all corners and than swallowed it.
Hmm pretty good… maybe I should have grabbed a bottle myself before I came? He suddenly wondered as he looked around and realized he was indeed on the war cruiser. Apparently they were in the middle of space and not on course for a location.
“In any case my ship is still on the way back and will take a few months to get back, so I thought I´d visit and see if you were up for some fun.” Dain said as he reached inside his shirt and brought out a metallic case. With the push of a button it sprung open and the rich aroma of freshly rolled cigars quickly began to fill the room as he held it in front of Sly to offer his friend one. “First though, did anything happen around here, in this part of the galaxy? I am kinda out of the loop and not in the mood to read a newspaper.” He said with a grin as he took another swig.
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Post by Sly on Sept 19, 2018 18:44:47 GMT -5
"Nothing too crazy has happened since your departure. As far as I know Polaris is still the emperor and being overbearing on the people as usual. Thankfully, I am in the free and clear due to me helping him kill those people near Planet Pepper or whatever the hell it was called. I was promoted to Crusher Corps leader for a second, and instantly gave it away. I believe Cam is in charge of things now. The Corps was getting a little to political for me, I miss how it was originally. Just a couple of pirate mercenary types taking whatever they felt belonged to them. Now sides are being taken and I don't know how much longer I'll last." A sip of the liquor was taking as he took the cigar offered from his friend. Within moments he had it lit and took a puff in. The raccoon let it sit inside his mouth, making sure to appreciate the flavor before releasing a cloud of smoke out of the front of his snout. Dain always had amazing taste in booze and cigars. That was likely why to two managed to get along so well, neither of them ever remained sober long enough to fight about anything. "If your looking for fun though as you await your ship's arrival. I am sure I can go through the system and find some odd job nearby for us to make some quick cash." Dain Sincara |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Sept 23, 2018 7:34:41 GMT -5
There was a slight delay in Dain´s reaction upon hearing the name of Polaris. He had known it was to be likely that the man would stay in power, so it was not a big shock, but… What got to him more though was Sly´s explanation why he became the leader and why he immediately abdicated. It was something he could get behind, yet maybe this also presented an opportunity. The raccoon was one of the few people he would call among his friends. Not in the last place because they shared taste and never stayed sober for long.
The other part though was that neither of them really cared about the universe or anything in it, aside from their small personal circle. There were no politics involved, no pesky morals to clash over. As long as there was money to be made, that was all that was truly important. Somehow that made life so much easier.
“Well maybe in the future we can properly team up and get some of the really big bounties, but for now that sounds great.” Dain said he let the gentle smoke roll over his tongue, before venting it and adding a sip of the exquisite booze to add to the flavor. “I mean I seriously need some action, after having spend so much time on my ship, so I am open for anything.” The Saiya-Jin said with a grin as he held out his cup to salute Sly and their new adventure.
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Post by Sly on Oct 8, 2018 10:03:09 GMT -5
"Well if it is action you want, then I'll find us something full of it." The raccoon sat in his large, for him at least, captain's chair as swiveled around to face a large computer display. Various jobs could be seen pop up on the screen as his small paw swiped them away looking for the perfect one. Majority of them were well below the skill level of the two, as he scanned he came to realize how strong the duo had become since first meeting each other. As he daydreamed on their past for a moment, the next job that came up on the screen was a blast from the past. "Well holy shit..... I don't know if you remember death eater from our very first job. The crazy guy from the alternate universe that was extremely powerful. It seems he has pissed off the king their that runs the battle dome of death. He is out of control and the king wants him dead..." He spun his chair back around to face Dain once more, he remembered the first time they crossed this beast. They paled in comparison to him and were lucky to escape the planet with their lives, but perhaps now they would be able to make a dent. "So what do ya say?" Dain Sincara |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Oct 8, 2018 13:10:34 GMT -5
Dain followed Sly with interest. Or at least how the little paws flew over the keyboard with impressive skill. It seemed his friend had gotten completely used to his new form. He took a sip from his glass and kept watching the screen as the divine liquid made his way through his throat and began warming his chest.
Just as he had taken a second sip the bounty came up and for a moment there was a chance Dain would either choke in his drink or spit it all out on the screen.
In a brave effort he managed to do neither, but he did end up having a terrible coughing fit as most of the 45% booze made it’s way into his lungs. “Y-yeah… that’s t-the one.” Dain managed to bring out, still rather blue in the face, after a few minutes and slowly found the strength to pull himself with the help of Sly’s chair.
To get rid of the last itch he poured himself another glass and shotted it in one go.
“Well I do think we owe it to him to at least meet him again and properly introduce ourselves.” Dain said finally calmed down, both spotting a grin and a grimace at the same time.
He still remembered the beating they received at the hands of that monster and a deep seated part of him demanded they settled the score. “I am game. Let’s help out that guy and afterward have a long conversation with that king.” He said as he remembered that guy as well.
“Now let me get properly dressed, this is going to be a party after all.” He said, before vanished for a moment after placing his fingers on his forehead, only reappear into Sly’s cargo hold several minutes later with a ton of crates, containing his gear.
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Post by Sly on Oct 8, 2018 22:15:58 GMT -5
He raised one of his furry brows as he witnessed his friend simply disappear and then quickly reappear with a array of trunks filled with gear. A slight chuckle escaped his snout in reference to the sight. He admired the preparedness of his friend, and surely it would be needed in the near future, but he could not pass up the opportunity to throw a verbal jab at his friend, "You have enough clothes there to rival a teenage girl. I am jealous of the collection." His condescending chuckle continued as he swiveled back towards the display screen of his ship and began punching in the needed coordinates. Hopefully this would work, last time they ended here was due to accidentally getting sucked into a black hole, now they were going to purposefully fly into one. The rockets on his vessel could be heard as they raced towards the massive black hole, "Well, hopefully we look the same on the other side." Dain Sincara |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Oct 9, 2018 8:22:38 GMT -5
Dain could not help but chuckle at his friends comment. Of course he was right, it was a lot of preparation, especially for a Saiya-Jin. Truth be told though it was Sly who had inspired him to be more prepared, after showing him time and time again how important good equipment was. It might not have been the Saiya-Jin style, but it did save his life on more than one occasion just by having a stun grenade ready or a defensive bot.
Still it was not like he would ever admit that. “Hahaha, but easy for you to say you little ball of fur. It´s not like you´d understand the need for clothing anymore.” Dain fired back a jab in a rather jovial way as he began gearing up.
“Oh right, well I guess it won´t matter much though.” He replied with a grin, honestly not caring about how he looked. Though he guessed it would be cool to come out as Tiger.
A few moments later they plunged into the black hole and he prepared himself for a rocky trip, but instead this time the ride was much smoother. Hmmm? Did he make upgrades or is it simply the wormhole react to a single vessel instead of a violent pursuit? He frowned a moment as he kept putting pieces of his armor, yet dismissed the question quickly. He was rather sure he had read something about wormholes sometimes during his life, but to be honest they had never really caught his interest.
“Ah seems we are still the same.” Dain said after the ship made a beeping sound and they left the wormhole.
Now there was only the question of whether they had been transported to the correct place. A moment later though the ship shook heavily though and began losing height rather quickly, while trying to dodge the incoming fire.
“Heh glad somethings never change.” The Saiya-Jin replied with a grin as he clasped the final piece of armor on and than reached for his glass of liquor. “How about we go introduce ourselves as their saviors. Whether they agree or not.” He said with a wink and waited for Sly to be ready and await the next course of action. It was his friends ship after all that was currently being shot at, so it seemed fair.
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Post by Sly on Oct 11, 2018 1:00:12 GMT -5
"Son of a mother bitch." The furry rodent began shouting various expletives of an odd variety as incoming missiles violently collided against the hull or his war cruiser. This put him in an odd position, he was here to help these people, or at least he assumed these people firing on him were working for the king and were the ones to request the help. The raccoon found himself at a cross roads, go the usual route and blow all the perpetrators to smithereens, or attempt to reason with them so he could complete the bounty and collect the pay check. Anger boiled up deep inside of him as shot after shot collided against his hull. The anger bubbled up to where he could almost taste it in the back of his throat. "These guys realize they asked for help. What dumb mofo's just attack anyone arriving after asking for people to come." Clearly frustrated and slightly frazzled by the ordeal, Sly slid his chair slightly to the right and grabbed what appeared to be a microphone. As he spoke in it his voice could be heard booming throughout the space and to the other ships, still currently firing upon him. "Hey assholes! I am here to kill the death eater, I don't know why the fuck you'd be shooting at us. Were here to help and get paid." The barrage of attacks came to a halt and a quick response was uttered from the ships. A message popped up over his display screen that simply read, follow us to the landing bay. Sly continued to mutter various expletives as he followed the request on the screen. Dain Sincara |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Oct 11, 2018 3:51:04 GMT -5
“Dude… I swear… if you ever decide to get insurance on your ship you are either going to break the company or get them to invent some kind of god clause especially for you.” Dain said between the tears as he completely broke down hearing his friend shouting and cursing. He knew he should have felt bad for his friend, but somehow it was just too hilarious. No matter what happened, it seemed his ship was always getting damaged.
The moment his friend announced who they were the shooting stopped immediately, which caused Dain to break down even further. Apparently they were expected and welcome. That made it even funnier since apparently this was their way to meet anyone and he could imagine Sly explaining to the insurance people how his ship got damaged by the people who invited him and he was trying to help.
“You are cur- cumne - curs- ed!” He managed to bring out between hick-ups as he was lying on the floor, grabbing his stomach and with every expletive Sly uttered it only seemed to get worse.
It lasted all the way till they docked and even then Dain was still feeling sore. He definitely was not used to laughing this much.
“No worries buddy, let´s go meet the king, get our payback and than squeeze the king until he repairs your ship and compensate us for making us lose our composure.” Dain said with a devilish grin as he made his way towards the ramp to disembark and get the show on the road.
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Post by Sly on Oct 12, 2018 0:32:17 GMT -5
The mutters continued to whisper out of the lips of the raccoon as he followed the other ships to the dock. One may be mad, if their friend laughed as their ship racked up an ungodly repair bill, but Sly understood. Even if he was fuming, deep down he knew if the shoe was on the other foot, or paw, he would find it just as hilarious. Eventually the ship was docked and they were making there way out of the ship. As the large bay door began to open, he stood next to Dain, "I am glad you found that entertaining. If the king refuses to fix it, I suppose we could take it out of your cut. Or kill him and take whatever he has stashed." Once out the ship, they were quickly meet with faint apologies and hurried to the center of the city. As they walked, Sly took in all the sights. Unfortunately, their last visit didn't afford them the opportunity for much sight seeing, instead they were thrust in an arena and forced to fight for their lives. As he scanned the massive city, it appeared majority of it was made of garbage. Space junk was literally falling from the sky. Once on the ground, scavengers from all over could be seen scrounging for whatever they could get their hands on. "This is a truly weird place." Eventually they reached the only building with any real structural integrity. Obviously, it was the king's castle. Dain and himself were guided to the main room. A large door was opened and they were able to enter. Once inside, across a large white marble floor stood a massive throne. The throne was made of twisted metal from various different objects. Likely, created from some of the falling space trash outside. In the throne sat a tall skinny man. He had the appearance of someone trying to look regal and royal, but someone who was forced to try with nothing but spare parts. Sly shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the king, after walking through the town it seemed on par. The king rose and instantly began speaking, his voice quivered displaying his obvious fear of things to come. "So...So..Sorry for the attack back there. And if I remember you correctly..... Sorry for the death gauntlet ordeal." His long arthritic finger pointed towards Dain Sincara . Sly scoffed slightly,
"I was there too, I wasn't a raccoon back then." Without missing a beat the king went back into it, "Well okay then, sorry to you as well for that I suppose. Raccoon look works for you by the way. Anyhow, as I was saying. The Deatheater, I'm sure you guys know him? He was the large guy who tried to rip your heads off. Well let's just say our little arrangement with him has soured. He is no longer willing to be our mule and mindlessly kill anyone we want in the arena. He is trying to overthrow me, fortunately we have a magic users who were able to cast him outside out city limits with a force field. However, I am being advised it could break down at any second. I hope you guys have gotten a heck of a lot stronger, cause I need you to find him out there and kill him. Also once you leave this city any scavenger on the outskirts are likely to try to kill you as well. Sooooooo good luck." Dain Sincara TWC: 1,567 |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Oct 12, 2018 11:25:31 GMT -5
Dain was on the verge of chuckling again and poking Sly back for the comment about a pay cut, but he decided to restrain a little bit. It was just very rare for him to find himself laughing so much. In truth he only seemed to have such a good time with Sly, because they both cared so little. Even so… he decided it might be best not poke the hive directly. “Well shall we keep that last part as an open option, regarding how this turns out?” Dain responded with a dry wink to Sly as he followed his friends lead and scanned the place. There was literally garbage falling from the sky and most of the planet was covered with it. Through it there were scavengers searching through all the rubble, probably trying to make a decent living. They all looked healthy and the readings he made were enough to make the average army cry and run to their mommies, back in their universe. Maybe it would truly be better if they removed the king and perhaps someone adequate could take his place. It was a feeling that was only reinforced after seeing the king. It was almost pitiful. On the other hand he was paying them and it would set a bad example if he killed his employer. So at least for now he would maintain his composure. “Sure no worries, you might just want to double our fee and have the ship repaired by the time we come back.” Dain said seriously as he stared straight at the king. The words words were spoken softly and carried a kind undertone, but there was no doubt about it that it was in fact not a suggestion at all. “Just a question though before we set out: are there people out there we should spare or are you particularly attached to certain places?” He asked, hoping the king would be stupid to give them free reign. “Hey Sly, what do you think? It´s been a while since we sparred, but this might be tough, even for us. What do you say we hit a local tavern tonight to prepare? The king is taking care of the tab after all I presume.” He said with a big grin, hoping his friend would be up for a crazy evening, before taking on the hunt of a monster that completely destroyed them less than a year ago. WC: 407 TWC: 2,150 (7 Posts) Sly |
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Post by Sly on Oct 18, 2018 17:02:26 GMT -5
"Sure why the hell not, mine as well get a little tipsy. Ya know just in case this happens to be our last night alive." The particulars of their contracts was hammered out quickly and now the duo were on their way to get hammered drunk. A small tavern was located under a pile of trash. It would be completely unnoticeable if it wasn't for the litany of local drunks that surrounded the trash pile. It took a little searching, but eventually they were able to locate the front door and enter. The inside of the bar was basically what one would expect if you saw the outside. It wasn't really dirty or smelt like trash, but it was clearly put together with nothing but spare parts found around the area. The people on this planet were at least pretty crafty, Sly would give them that. However, the most important would be if they knew how to make a drink stiff enough for the likes of Sly and Dain Sincara. Quickly the two would find a seat at a small table in the back corner of the room, in an effort to attract as little attention as possible. A motion to a bartender and quickly two large mugs of an unknown substance were set out in front of them, "Ummm. do we not get to order what we want?" The bartender laughed slightly as he responded, "I supposed, but judging from you two this is what ya need. If ya looking to go from calm to completely shitfaced in a jiffy this will do the trick." Sly chuckled in response, but doubted any liquor would be able to accomplish such a feat so quickly. However, he was more than excited to try and see if it was true. He downed the entire mug of liquid, the bartender face of worry told the story all to well. The raccoon downed it and then let out multiple hard coughs, "holy fuc# that's some strong shit, Keep em coming barkeep." Dain Sincara TWC: 1,904 |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Oct 20, 2018 3:53:24 GMT -5
It truly was a remarkable town and Dain found himself thinking that despite all the roughness and junk, he might actually not mind it all that much if he ended up living here. Somehow the place was filled with all kinds of strong, capable people and they scraped by somehow. There barely seemed to be any rules, yet people seemed to live and laugh a lot more than people in the average big city. This might actually be a nice place to have a vacation home or even retire… He suddenly thought to himself as they were about to enter the bar. It was odd, but despite it being a rough place literally build from scraps and stuff dumped here, it felt like a good place to be. Luckily the thought was quickly expunged as Sly ordered drinks that were strong enough to make him cough. Interested Dain followed suit, half wondering whether being a raccoon made his friend perhaps soft, but a moment later it felt as if his eyeballs were on fire and growing hair. A deep burning sensation spread through his body and he began to cough as well, a long with a friendly laughter. “It´s not anywhere near holy my friend, but keep it coming any.” He said as he slammed down the mug and made himself comfortable. “Oh and also some food!” He said just before belching loudly. “Heh I missed this.” He said with a smile to his friend as the bartender waggled of, perhaps a bit perplexed by his two new guests. “You know this is the life. You know the saying: good men have too many rules? Days like this make me happy I am not a good man.” He said as he swung his feet up, slammed them on the table and drew two cigars from his pocket. “By the way, I might have a target after this. There is a target that has an item I want. It´s not an official contract, but want to help me convince him that it would be the decent thing to do to give it to me?” He said with a grin as he lit his cigar and threw the other to Sly. “I mean with the two of us I guess we can be quite convincing.” He said with a grin, just as the bartender returned. Without waiting for the mug to be put down, Dain grabbed it, emptied it and ordered another. “Smoooottthhhhh” He said quite hoarse as he put the mug down and sank a bit deeper in his chair. WC: 433 TWC: 2,583 (8 Posts) Sly |
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Post by Sly on Oct 21, 2018 3:21:51 GMT -5
The drinks were going quicker than they were coming, the bartender seemed excited for the bill being racked up, but partially concerned on if the two newcomers were good to fill the order. The two weren't even an hour in their contract to track down and kill a beast of unimaginable power and yet Sly had managed to find himself pretty hammered in a bar. As Dain said, this indeed was the life, to be able to do as you please and not being tied down by responsibilities or morals or evil schemes was refreshing. "You could not be any more right my friend, this universe is filled with wannabe heroes. It must be draining to constantly be searching for some evil to vanquish. Same goes for the evil warlords that have to constant be filling out some malicious desire. It just seems so tiring, I much prefer to aim for gray and let the money lead the way. Business is simple, feelings are not." Even though he was on a one way track to shi*facedville the furry raccoon downed yet another drink. "As for your next target, I will be more than willing. I would like to see the person brave enough to take on the universes top two bounty hunters. That also reminds me, The Crusher Corps is seeming to get a little to political on the smaller team front. I am okay with being associated with their faction, but I am sick of the responsibility on a higher level. The two of us and possibly any like minded characters need to create something. Something that could stay true to space pirating and mercenary work. Where anyone could be crossed except within our own organization if the price is right. It's just something I've been chewing on for awhile." With a loud thud he downed another mug and slammed it on the table, causing a slight stir within the bar. A shout could be heard across the room from a large burly green alien, "Could you two just Shut The Fuc* Up, you ain't from here and if ya don't pipe down you won't ever see where your from again." Dain Sincara TWC: 2,264 |
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Post by Dain Sincara on Nov 9, 2018 3:10:34 GMT -5
Dain had to think about what Sly was actually saying. Not so much about what he actually offered, but he was getting hammered enough that it took him a while to realize what his friend was saying. A small smile began to play around the edges of his mouth as it began to seep in. He could only imagine the havoc they could cause in the universe, as Sly was right. They were the top bounty hunters out there and there would be few targets they would not be able to bring down. “You do know that if we work together, we would have the power to topple entire empires if people just send us some money. We could reinforce global peace or destroy it… “ Dain said, trying to be serious before bursting out into laughter. That just sounded too awesome to reject. Dain might have been a bit drunk and arrogant, but he knew that right at that moment there was some history being written. “Aight that sounds too good to reject. Although there is one rule: we will take any job, regardless of anything, if the price is right. Whether we save or slaughter a planet should never be up to us.” The Saiya-Jin said rather serious, although he kept laughing -this liquor was really the bomb-. Right at that moment though he heard the mug slamming down and somebody telling him to pipe down. It were not the words, but rather the tone that upset him. His eyes twitched for a split second, as he reached into his pocket and reached for a silver coin. “Oi… Sly… can I hire you to give that guy my formal answer? As your partner I will back you up of course.” Dain said with the biggest grin he could muster as he placed the coin on the table and slit it across the table to Sly. WC: 317 TWC: 2,900 (9 Posts) Sly |
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