Post by Sly on Apr 19, 2019 0:14:35 GMT -5
The furry raccoon Sly, used to be nothing more than a solo bounty hunter and not one of fame or fortune. He completed any job someone was willing to pay him for, just to get by. At times some of his jobs weren't even those that would require a bounty hunter. He remembered when he was a young boy still, just after his escape of his pirate gang. He was paid to clean grease out of restaurant stoves at the end of the night. It wasn't glamorous work, but it helped keep his belly full. Eventually through his hard work and dedication he was able to make a name for himself as one of the best bounty hunters around. Then he got one of the most difficult jobs of his life. The man that hired him turned out to be his now best friend, Dain Sincara. At the time he thought he was just another employee and that after getting his payment he would be gone in the wind like usual. However, somehow the two became friends and eventually business partners. Their legacy grew almost as quick as their power and eventually this lead to the duo taking control of The Ravagers. Ever since, Sly couldn't remember the last time he did anything completely solo.
However, the furry rodent was just offered a job and he couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, this bounty had to be completed solo. Not because the employer requested it, if he truly wanted to Sly could have Dain help. But, this job was personal. It was the old captain of his prior pirate gang. This was one of the only things in this universe that still cause fear in the heart of the furry little Sly. The request sat on Sly's captains desk in his war cruiser for nearly a month. He refused to even entertain it for the first several weeks, considering the job a certain death mission. Finally, his inner thoughts started to nag away at his initial feelings. He realized the closure it would bring, if Sly was able to bring and end to his old captain. His choices were to either kill or turn the captain into enforcement for him to answer for his crimes against the galaxy. The raccoon chuckled as the second option, he wondered when someone would come to claim the same type of bounty against him. Perhaps he hated his old captain so much because the two had so much in common. Or perhaps it was because the captain kept him in slavery for the first couple years aboard his ship. The more the raccoon thought of it the more he realized it was likely the latter.
Sly sat within his captain's chair aboard his golden war cruiser. A computer display screen sat in front of his face and one of Sly's claws clicked a button on the touch screen. A large man's face would appear on Sly's screen. It was his employer, nothing distinguishable could be seen on the man's face. The only thing Sly could tell was that it seemed to be a man and that man appeared massive in size. Most of his employers wished to remain anonymous as possible and the furry raccoon accepted that as part of the job.
"I am surprised you finally responded to our request. It had been nearly a month. We were beginning to think you were unwilling to take the job."
"Yeah, I let this one sit on my table for quite some time. The ol captain never really appreciated me, but there was a time we all considered each other family. I never thought, I would be tasked with tracking him down. When I first saw the request, I am not gonna lie my first instinct was to throw it away immediately. However, after looking at how much you are willing to pay forced me to reconsider. Tell me what has he done that has demanded such a high price? When I was with them, I know that we did some bad things. We stole a lot, but only really killed when absolutely needed or when the pay was correct. We managed to stay off the radar of such high ranking individuals that you must be associated with. What are they up to now?"
The man on the screen was completely quiet for a moment. To the point there was a sense of awkwardness that filled the chambers of Sly's war cruiser. Finally the silence would break as a response to Sly's questions was given. This was a welcomed relief to the raccoon.
"If I was to put it simple, your old crew has simply gone mad. They no longer are a group of pirate thugs like yourself, who look to do anything to get a quick buck. They have grown mad with power, and are looking to take control over a whole quadrant of the galaxy. They have claimed several planets of weaker status, and their methods are simply barbaric. They will kill thousands of beings, before they even let on to what their goal is. Eventually they will allow the citizens of the planet to realize their only goal is control. They have grown so much in power that these people have been forced to cave in. Now, I will not lie we would not be talking if they simply were conquering unimportant planets. However, as of late we have gained intel that they would like to conquer Earth. You as much as I know what kind of trouble that would bring the universe. Every do gooder on the face of the planet would come to the aid of Earth. Your old crew would become house hold names and every low moral thug would learn they use to be just like them. We do not need any more reason to encourage these types of people to have ambition. Due to this, we decided to call you. Your name precedes you, and you are supposedly the best in the bounty hunting game. Also their is a poetic type of justice to have an old crew mate of theirs to end their reign. The terms were sent to you already, but I will repeat them just in case you didn't read it. You can either kill the crew or help enforcement forces jail them. I will say if you choose the latter those same forces will likely try to place you under arrest once you hand the crew over. You and the Ravagers are pretty high on the list of wanted fugitives right now. That is why if anything happens you must not divulge anything about your employers. Not that you know much, but it would not look good on the empire. You have 72 hours to get this done. You would have had more time if you didn't wait a month to respond. But your crew plans to attack Earth in three days time. You need to intercept them before they reach the planet and end this as quietly as possible."
Sly nodded as he listened to the long winded explanation of his employer. Normally he would have hurried such a thing along and informed them not to bore him with the details, but it was his old crew. Even if they enslaved him for the first few years, they did eventually become a type of dysfunctional family. And no matter how dysfunctional a family may be, it was always good to get an update on them. Sly was still unsure of what path he would take for his old crew. Whether to kill them and or jail them. The first would be a drag on his conscious, but the second was almost a worse path. To turn his old crew into law enforcement seemed like a bigger stab in the back then killing him. It was a truly confusing situation. Sly decided it would be best to put the decision off as long as possible. There was always the chance he couldn't even locate them in time.
"The terms of the deal are accepted. However, I reserve the right to make the decision on jailing or killing them until the time comes. My decision will not affect payment and I expect to be paid half now and half after completion of the bounty. If for whatever reason I do not complete the bounty, which has never happened I might add, I will repay whatever was given to me. You have 1 minute to invoice me the first half."
The screen clicked off and the furry raccoon known as Sly looked down at a small device in his hand. On the handheld screen was a bank account, and within a few seconds a number with a whole lotta zeros at the end of it popped up. The payment went through and the job had been officially accepted. Sly let out a long drawn out sigh as his paws rubbed across his face, he was tired and somewhat drunk. Unfortunately, it was time to get to work.
WC: 1510
However, the furry rodent was just offered a job and he couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, this bounty had to be completed solo. Not because the employer requested it, if he truly wanted to Sly could have Dain help. But, this job was personal. It was the old captain of his prior pirate gang. This was one of the only things in this universe that still cause fear in the heart of the furry little Sly. The request sat on Sly's captains desk in his war cruiser for nearly a month. He refused to even entertain it for the first several weeks, considering the job a certain death mission. Finally, his inner thoughts started to nag away at his initial feelings. He realized the closure it would bring, if Sly was able to bring and end to his old captain. His choices were to either kill or turn the captain into enforcement for him to answer for his crimes against the galaxy. The raccoon chuckled as the second option, he wondered when someone would come to claim the same type of bounty against him. Perhaps he hated his old captain so much because the two had so much in common. Or perhaps it was because the captain kept him in slavery for the first couple years aboard his ship. The more the raccoon thought of it the more he realized it was likely the latter.
Sly sat within his captain's chair aboard his golden war cruiser. A computer display screen sat in front of his face and one of Sly's claws clicked a button on the touch screen. A large man's face would appear on Sly's screen. It was his employer, nothing distinguishable could be seen on the man's face. The only thing Sly could tell was that it seemed to be a man and that man appeared massive in size. Most of his employers wished to remain anonymous as possible and the furry raccoon accepted that as part of the job.
"I am surprised you finally responded to our request. It had been nearly a month. We were beginning to think you were unwilling to take the job."
"Yeah, I let this one sit on my table for quite some time. The ol captain never really appreciated me, but there was a time we all considered each other family. I never thought, I would be tasked with tracking him down. When I first saw the request, I am not gonna lie my first instinct was to throw it away immediately. However, after looking at how much you are willing to pay forced me to reconsider. Tell me what has he done that has demanded such a high price? When I was with them, I know that we did some bad things. We stole a lot, but only really killed when absolutely needed or when the pay was correct. We managed to stay off the radar of such high ranking individuals that you must be associated with. What are they up to now?"
The man on the screen was completely quiet for a moment. To the point there was a sense of awkwardness that filled the chambers of Sly's war cruiser. Finally the silence would break as a response to Sly's questions was given. This was a welcomed relief to the raccoon.
"If I was to put it simple, your old crew has simply gone mad. They no longer are a group of pirate thugs like yourself, who look to do anything to get a quick buck. They have grown mad with power, and are looking to take control over a whole quadrant of the galaxy. They have claimed several planets of weaker status, and their methods are simply barbaric. They will kill thousands of beings, before they even let on to what their goal is. Eventually they will allow the citizens of the planet to realize their only goal is control. They have grown so much in power that these people have been forced to cave in. Now, I will not lie we would not be talking if they simply were conquering unimportant planets. However, as of late we have gained intel that they would like to conquer Earth. You as much as I know what kind of trouble that would bring the universe. Every do gooder on the face of the planet would come to the aid of Earth. Your old crew would become house hold names and every low moral thug would learn they use to be just like them. We do not need any more reason to encourage these types of people to have ambition. Due to this, we decided to call you. Your name precedes you, and you are supposedly the best in the bounty hunting game. Also their is a poetic type of justice to have an old crew mate of theirs to end their reign. The terms were sent to you already, but I will repeat them just in case you didn't read it. You can either kill the crew or help enforcement forces jail them. I will say if you choose the latter those same forces will likely try to place you under arrest once you hand the crew over. You and the Ravagers are pretty high on the list of wanted fugitives right now. That is why if anything happens you must not divulge anything about your employers. Not that you know much, but it would not look good on the empire. You have 72 hours to get this done. You would have had more time if you didn't wait a month to respond. But your crew plans to attack Earth in three days time. You need to intercept them before they reach the planet and end this as quietly as possible."
Sly nodded as he listened to the long winded explanation of his employer. Normally he would have hurried such a thing along and informed them not to bore him with the details, but it was his old crew. Even if they enslaved him for the first few years, they did eventually become a type of dysfunctional family. And no matter how dysfunctional a family may be, it was always good to get an update on them. Sly was still unsure of what path he would take for his old crew. Whether to kill them and or jail them. The first would be a drag on his conscious, but the second was almost a worse path. To turn his old crew into law enforcement seemed like a bigger stab in the back then killing him. It was a truly confusing situation. Sly decided it would be best to put the decision off as long as possible. There was always the chance he couldn't even locate them in time.
"The terms of the deal are accepted. However, I reserve the right to make the decision on jailing or killing them until the time comes. My decision will not affect payment and I expect to be paid half now and half after completion of the bounty. If for whatever reason I do not complete the bounty, which has never happened I might add, I will repay whatever was given to me. You have 1 minute to invoice me the first half."
The screen clicked off and the furry raccoon known as Sly looked down at a small device in his hand. On the handheld screen was a bank account, and within a few seconds a number with a whole lotta zeros at the end of it popped up. The payment went through and the job had been officially accepted. Sly let out a long drawn out sigh as his paws rubbed across his face, he was tired and somewhat drunk. Unfortunately, it was time to get to work.
WC: 1510