Shura
Pounce Ninja
Two bounty hunters just trying to survive and make a living.
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Brax
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Around the year 3,000, the human species began terraforming various planets. The strongest countries split up a few planets according to the country which landed on each planet first. The United States took both the moon and Mars. Russia decided to call Venus theirs, of course not minding the cold weather. China's residents flocked to both Venus and Jupiter, after population skyrocketed to double the amount between the year 2,000 and present times. The rest of the planets go without being terraformed, though conditions there are generally known and the technology exists to visit there.
Mars - 4150
A rather thick cigar rested between slightly-closed teeth. A slightly lanky looking man with platinum-blonde hair was in a popular tavern, consisting of both humans and aliens alike. Sitting in a booth with a When it comes to various species, all different types travel from other galaxies close and far to do as they wish - through space and time at their own leisure. Dominique had been tracking down his target for the past four months, and had finally gotten the man pushed to a world where he thought hiding would be a good idea; Mars. For Dominique, the planet was anything but foreign; in fact, the man was born and raised there, in the world's capital. Unlike the actual United States, Mars was a series of cities interconnected by a system known as the SkyTram.
Through the use of technology, each city contains portals for other cities that people typically use to teleport. Obviously, not everything is perfect; wait times often make the quick travel less worth it for those who do not mind taking the scenic route. People travel using their own spaceships, but they're exceptionally costly and are not as popular. As far as the cities on Mars go, people can travel around using their own cars. Streets exist, much like Earth. Traveling from one side of any city on Mars to the other takes about an hour. The Capital, Reynolds, takes double the amount of time as it is double the size of the other cities. This was obviously named after President Roy Reynolds, who was the acting force behind designating the United States' stronghold of both Mars and the Moon.
On top of the tavern, standing still was a robot. Despite the machine's somewhat sightly-off human appearance, it was very much a machine. Originally found in horrific shape and remade by Dominique, the cybernetic being pledged it allegiance to Dominique for saving its life. Of course, this was not something that was added. A cybernetic chip connected to Dominique's brain stem by use of a small needle allowed for him to control the machine at his own will. The way in which the machine worked was simple; Dominique could see what it sees when he closes his eyes. J-9 is also partially responsible for Dominique's intellect, which is largely influenced by both active knowledge gained by being connected with the robot, including its previous experiences.
Taking Dominique's drink order was his target, a man named Pon Tortuga. He was originally a fugitive wanted on the Moon for bombing a United States Embassy, something which occurred close to ten years ago. Dominique was young at the time, but knew that the man had been hard to find. After changing his appearance, it was easy to see why. After a couple of leads sent him in the right direction, Dominique eventually scoured a total of three planets in search of the man before tracking him to such a popular place in Mars. The man obviously thought if he changed his appearance, he could hide in plain sight.
Not from Dominique.
"Whiskey, on the rocks." A subtle smirk grew on the bounty hunter's face as he lifted a hand through the side of his messy, somewhat lengthy hair. A green trench coat hid a rather lean figure, adorned by a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of slim-fitting jeans.
Mars - 4150
A rather thick cigar rested between slightly-closed teeth. A slightly lanky looking man with platinum-blonde hair was in a popular tavern, consisting of both humans and aliens alike. Sitting in a booth with a When it comes to various species, all different types travel from other galaxies close and far to do as they wish - through space and time at their own leisure. Dominique had been tracking down his target for the past four months, and had finally gotten the man pushed to a world where he thought hiding would be a good idea; Mars. For Dominique, the planet was anything but foreign; in fact, the man was born and raised there, in the world's capital. Unlike the actual United States, Mars was a series of cities interconnected by a system known as the SkyTram.
Through the use of technology, each city contains portals for other cities that people typically use to teleport. Obviously, not everything is perfect; wait times often make the quick travel less worth it for those who do not mind taking the scenic route. People travel using their own spaceships, but they're exceptionally costly and are not as popular. As far as the cities on Mars go, people can travel around using their own cars. Streets exist, much like Earth. Traveling from one side of any city on Mars to the other takes about an hour. The Capital, Reynolds, takes double the amount of time as it is double the size of the other cities. This was obviously named after President Roy Reynolds, who was the acting force behind designating the United States' stronghold of both Mars and the Moon.
On top of the tavern, standing still was a robot. Despite the machine's somewhat sightly-off human appearance, it was very much a machine. Originally found in horrific shape and remade by Dominique, the cybernetic being pledged it allegiance to Dominique for saving its life. Of course, this was not something that was added. A cybernetic chip connected to Dominique's brain stem by use of a small needle allowed for him to control the machine at his own will. The way in which the machine worked was simple; Dominique could see what it sees when he closes his eyes. J-9 is also partially responsible for Dominique's intellect, which is largely influenced by both active knowledge gained by being connected with the robot, including its previous experiences.
Taking Dominique's drink order was his target, a man named Pon Tortuga. He was originally a fugitive wanted on the Moon for bombing a United States Embassy, something which occurred close to ten years ago. Dominique was young at the time, but knew that the man had been hard to find. After changing his appearance, it was easy to see why. After a couple of leads sent him in the right direction, Dominique eventually scoured a total of three planets in search of the man before tracking him to such a popular place in Mars. The man obviously thought if he changed his appearance, he could hide in plain sight.
Not from Dominique.
"Whiskey, on the rocks." A subtle smirk grew on the bounty hunter's face as he lifted a hand through the side of his messy, somewhat lengthy hair. A green trench coat hid a rather lean figure, adorned by a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of slim-fitting jeans.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Subtle music played from a pair of head phones which looped around the slender neck of a rather tall woman. Her dark strangely colored violet hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail. Bangs still framed her face looming before amber eyes which held a bored expression. She strolled at a leisurely place her posture lax as her hands were tucked into the pocket of a long black trench which had seen better days. Underneath the over coat was little more than a tank top and shorts. Thick combat boots clad her feet nearly up to her knee making a solid thud as they hit the ground.
As she made her way down the street most cleared out of her way. Her stature wasn't nearly as impressive as some of the other men and alien around but her reputation made most other think twice about taking her on. Morgan Emery was not one to be messed with, not because of her skill with a gun or piloting a ship, not even because she had any notable strength or stealth. No Morgan was fear because she was a psychotic bitch and didn't care if the whole universe knew it.
Morgan was a bounty hunter and an unpredictable one at that. Some days she would get straight to the point and blow the targets head of, others she would play a game of cat and mouse. Sometimes she wouldn't even catch the target and simply report it in while having a drink then simply wait for the cops to arrive. It all really depended on her mood.
The huntress arrived at a the tavern which her informants said her newest prey would be working. Not a bad place over all, she would have to make sure not to cause too much property damage, it was always a pain having it taken out of her reward. Morgan strolled into the bar maintaining a lax non threatening posture. Amber orbs quickly scanned over the room taking everything in a moment and making mental notes then moved over to an empty booth. She sat back simply and simply waited.
As she made her way down the street most cleared out of her way. Her stature wasn't nearly as impressive as some of the other men and alien around but her reputation made most other think twice about taking her on. Morgan Emery was not one to be messed with, not because of her skill with a gun or piloting a ship, not even because she had any notable strength or stealth. No Morgan was fear because she was a psychotic bitch and didn't care if the whole universe knew it.
Morgan was a bounty hunter and an unpredictable one at that. Some days she would get straight to the point and blow the targets head of, others she would play a game of cat and mouse. Sometimes she wouldn't even catch the target and simply report it in while having a drink then simply wait for the cops to arrive. It all really depended on her mood.
The huntress arrived at a the tavern which her informants said her newest prey would be working. Not a bad place over all, she would have to make sure not to cause too much property damage, it was always a pain having it taken out of her reward. Morgan strolled into the bar maintaining a lax non threatening posture. Amber orbs quickly scanned over the room taking everything in a moment and making mental notes then moved over to an empty booth. She sat back simply and simply waited.
Brax
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When the man had returned with his drink, Dominique grasped the glass of whiskey and tipped it to his lips. After taking a sip, he nodded toward the waiter. "Thank you. How much will it be?" Pon Tortuga looked down at Dominique before using a small machine on his hip to print out a bill. He was rather large in stature, with olive skin. Dreadlocks ran down the middle of his back, and his eyes were a sharp yellow. Previously, the man was a short alien from Jupiter, but that was more than likely to be exposed sooner or later. Dominique was not interested in specifics; the sharp color of the eyes gave it all away. The one thing that Pon could never change, which Dominique was told of by his last lead.
Dominique extended a hand to take the bill, the same one holding his cigar. "This bill says it's going to be twenty five dollars. This is highway robbery! .... Oh, I suppose it's no matter..." The smirk returned to Dominique's face as his hues moved from the paper back up to Pon's face. "You're worth way more than that, anyway." That combination of words came out rather softly, obviously designed to rile up Pon's feathers. The man stood still in shock, but then threw his tray at Dominique before sprinting off toward the back of the establishment. Dominique had lifted both of his arms up, the plastic tray smacking into his forearms causing sparks of ember from his cigar to fly in various directions.
J-9 was activated while the man ran. Dominique noticed the direction he was going, and the robot's feet began gathering air before it swan dived off of the roof top. Using rocket propulsion, the robot used both of its hands and feet to fly off in the same direction as the wanted man before it hit the ground. Pon had been in a main street, booking it as fast as he could. The man did not think he would ever be caught, considering the large amount of time he went unbothered. Too bad today was not his day. At the same time, Dominique hopped up to his feet and began booking it after the lovely criminal, accidentally pushing an oncoming waiter onto the table belonging to Morgan's booth. Drinks and food galore found themselves splattering about. Of course, Dominique did not stop to apologize or assess any damage - rather, he kept running.
Dominique extended a hand to take the bill, the same one holding his cigar. "This bill says it's going to be twenty five dollars. This is highway robbery! .... Oh, I suppose it's no matter..." The smirk returned to Dominique's face as his hues moved from the paper back up to Pon's face. "You're worth way more than that, anyway." That combination of words came out rather softly, obviously designed to rile up Pon's feathers. The man stood still in shock, but then threw his tray at Dominique before sprinting off toward the back of the establishment. Dominique had lifted both of his arms up, the plastic tray smacking into his forearms causing sparks of ember from his cigar to fly in various directions.
J-9 was activated while the man ran. Dominique noticed the direction he was going, and the robot's feet began gathering air before it swan dived off of the roof top. Using rocket propulsion, the robot used both of its hands and feet to fly off in the same direction as the wanted man before it hit the ground. Pon had been in a main street, booking it as fast as he could. The man did not think he would ever be caught, considering the large amount of time he went unbothered. Too bad today was not his day. At the same time, Dominique hopped up to his feet and began booking it after the lovely criminal, accidentally pushing an oncoming waiter onto the table belonging to Morgan's booth. Drinks and food galore found themselves splattering about. Of course, Dominique did not stop to apologize or assess any damage - rather, he kept running.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan noticed the waiter in question and needed just one good look to know if he was her target or not. Unfortunately she wouldn't get the chance as he was confronted by someone. She tilted her head slightly watching the small exchange before all hell broke loose. The huntress cursed under her breath as she reached into her coat and pulled out a small device and fired it pinning a small chip onto her target. If nothing else she would know where he went. Morgan moved to get up until the blond guy shoved a waiter into her booth sending food and drinks into the air. The woman growled softly under her breath shaking the excess drink and bits of food off her her coat. "Okay... that's it." She hissed her lazy mood gone now.
The huntress bolted out of the Tavern following the other two out into the main street. She managed to spy both getting a good distance away and narrowed her eyes. "Get out of my fucking way!" She roared pulling out two shot guns from her coat and causing the people in her immediate surroundings to part like the red sea. She took off down main street in pursuit of the blond and her prey those who didn't get out of her way earn an elbow gut or gun barrel to the face. The commotion with in the street caused civilian to try and clear the way as not to get caught up in the three person chase.
When she had a clear shot Morgan brought her gun up and fired not aiming for a lethal shot but one to slow her target down significantly.
The huntress bolted out of the Tavern following the other two out into the main street. She managed to spy both getting a good distance away and narrowed her eyes. "Get out of my fucking way!" She roared pulling out two shot guns from her coat and causing the people in her immediate surroundings to part like the red sea. She took off down main street in pursuit of the blond and her prey those who didn't get out of her way earn an elbow gut or gun barrel to the face. The commotion with in the street caused civilian to try and clear the way as not to get caught up in the three person chase.
When she had a clear shot Morgan brought her gun up and fired not aiming for a lethal shot but one to slow her target down significantly.
Brax
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Dominique was trying his hardest to keep up, but he was not the fastest runner. J-9, the robot which came zooming past both of the people chasing the wanted man, was aiming to slow him down. However, Morgan was able to send a well-timed shot to the back of Pon; the bullet penetrated the back of the man's shoulder blade, causing him to stagger forward slightly. This was due to the introduction of a lone step, miscalculated due to the surprise of the bullet hitting its target. J-9 also smashed head-first into the back of the man, causing him to topple over onto his stomach, before rolling over in pain.
The man's run slowed to a walk before removing the pistol from the back of the waistband. Using one hand to cock back the slide, Dominique would aim the weapon at Pon Tortuga's face. "It's been a long time coming, but you're under arrest. I'm going to be able to buy a lot of drinks with the money they give me for you." The robot landed on his feet, next to the man's body. He then pinned up his arms and awaited further instructions from Dominique, who turned around to face Morgan. "Thanks for your help. Its been four years, but I was finally able to track this little bitch down and snag him, no doubt without you. but... Why were you chasing him in the first place?"
The man's run slowed to a walk before removing the pistol from the back of the waistband. Using one hand to cock back the slide, Dominique would aim the weapon at Pon Tortuga's face. "It's been a long time coming, but you're under arrest. I'm going to be able to buy a lot of drinks with the money they give me for you." The robot landed on his feet, next to the man's body. He then pinned up his arms and awaited further instructions from Dominique, who turned around to face Morgan. "Thanks for your help. Its been four years, but I was finally able to track this little bitch down and snag him, no doubt without you. but... Why were you chasing him in the first place?"
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan sighed as the man was caught one hard part down now she just needed to deal with the blond and his robot pal. She rested the barrel of her gun on her shoulder as she approached the two getting a sense of how they worked. She knew off the bat the andorid was one of the more advanced models which meant the guy either knew his stuff or had the money to pay someone who did. She smirked slightly when finally asked and looked over to the man. "I'm a bounty hunter. Been chasing after this slippery snake for quite a while."
Brax
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"Ah. I should have figured..." Dominique spoke lowly, putting a hand to his chin and looking at the ground as he pondered for a moment. If he possibly tried to take the bounty as his own, it certainly would not be fair. However, it was a rather thick amount of money. If he had been searching for so long just to have the catch taken from me, then he would have been upset about it. Looking back up to the female, he tilted his head slightly to the side and smiled. "How about we bring him in together? We can split the pay in half. It's not as good as the entire thing, obviously... But it'll have to do." Dominique spoke the last part with a small sigh.
The man looked over to J-9, and then back to the female. There would be absolutely no problem getting the attention of any officer, let alone taking a short trip to the police station itself. J-9 was still holding Pon's hands behind his body. He made it fully aware that the man was bleeding out, the being's voice protruding from a set of speakers literally built where its mouth should be. A slight part allowed for the speaker to be slightly amplified. "We need to get this man to the proper authorities before he dies. If we do not succeed, the target will bleed out and our reward will be significantly reduced." This was the case for all criminals with bounties on their heads.
The man looked over to J-9, and then back to the female. There would be absolutely no problem getting the attention of any officer, let alone taking a short trip to the police station itself. J-9 was still holding Pon's hands behind his body. He made it fully aware that the man was bleeding out, the being's voice protruding from a set of speakers literally built where its mouth should be. A slight part allowed for the speaker to be slightly amplified. "We need to get this man to the proper authorities before he dies. If we do not succeed, the target will bleed out and our reward will be significantly reduced." This was the case for all criminals with bounties on their heads.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan frowned slightly not exactly keen on the idea of having to split the bounty. Then again she hadn't been looking for 4 years. She'd simply taken up a bunch of bounties and figured out which was the closest at any given time. So she could see why the man would be pretty sore with loosing the money. She looked over to the man who they would be turning in and saw he was already starting to go pail. Morgan thought it over a moment figuring out just how much she would end up getting from the job still, enough to set her off for a bit after ship repairs. Thankfully this time there was no one else she would have to pay for damages.
"Alright." She muttered looking back to the blond. "We both caught him so might as well. Better than fighting over it." She yawned her lazy mood returning now that the rush was over and done with.
"Alright." She muttered looking back to the blond. "We both caught him so might as well. Better than fighting over it." She yawned her lazy mood returning now that the rush was over and done with.
Brax
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Dominique smiled, before turning his head to his robot and nodding. "All right. Go turn him in. We'll be at the tavern, okay? Same one as before. See you soon." Watching as the robot flew off soon after, Dominique paid no mind to the man scared out of his mind as he was lifted away to his inevitable imprisonment. Instead, he turned his full attention to the female whom he had just met, one whom had piqued his interest. Her appearance was something that the man recognized as familiar, from somewhere. He just was not sure as to what yet.
He placed his pistol in his waistband once more, extending his hand to potentially find hers. "Dominique. That's my name. Sorry for the late introduction." His tongue escaped to lick his lips briefly. "My associate is going to be a couple of minutes. I was going to actually walk back into that bar..." He chuckled slightly, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he kept his eyes on Morgan's own. Dominique seemed to have this entrancing look; whether it be the color of his eyes or what seemed to be his utmost attention, usually others where either put off by his behavior, which seemed too invested - if not completely absorbed by its unusual vibe.
"... Anyway. I was going to get a couple of drinks." Dominique nodded his head in the general direction of the tavern. "Drinks on me? There's nothing like celebrating an overdue job well done."
He placed his pistol in his waistband once more, extending his hand to potentially find hers. "Dominique. That's my name. Sorry for the late introduction." His tongue escaped to lick his lips briefly. "My associate is going to be a couple of minutes. I was going to actually walk back into that bar..." He chuckled slightly, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he kept his eyes on Morgan's own. Dominique seemed to have this entrancing look; whether it be the color of his eyes or what seemed to be his utmost attention, usually others where either put off by his behavior, which seemed too invested - if not completely absorbed by its unusual vibe.
"... Anyway. I was going to get a couple of drinks." Dominique nodded his head in the general direction of the tavern. "Drinks on me? There's nothing like celebrating an overdue job well done."
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan was not very comfortable with the idea of letting a bot take the target in but before she could even argue both had flown away. She sucked her teeth briefly and simply re holstered her shot gun before turning to the blond. She quirked a brow "Hm, Dominique, haven't heard that name in a while." She muttered before shaking his hand her grip fairly tight "Morgan." She stated simply not bothering with a last name, she didn't see much point in it. As soon as the money was divided she would be gone, there were much better things to do than hang around a sleepy little town, four more bounties were waiting to be claimed!
She shrugged slightly at the mention of a drink. "Hm? If you buying I dont see why not." She muttered her tone holding a tinge of boredom to it. She stared at the man a moment finding it a bit odd. He seemed more of the smooth talking type not exactly the usual hunter. Then again with the increase in bounties there were all kinds now getting into the game, which just irritated her to no end for sure. Bunch of fool making tracking the targets down that much harder, spooking them off from their hiding place and not even bothering to catch 'em!
She shrugged slightly at the mention of a drink. "Hm? If you buying I dont see why not." She muttered her tone holding a tinge of boredom to it. She stared at the man a moment finding it a bit odd. He seemed more of the smooth talking type not exactly the usual hunter. Then again with the increase in bounties there were all kinds now getting into the game, which just irritated her to no end for sure. Bunch of fool making tracking the targets down that much harder, spooking them off from their hiding place and not even bothering to catch 'em!
Brax
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When the woman mentioned that she had no heard his name in quite some time, Dominique became curious almost instantaneously. He was certainly not the most popular bounty hunter there was; little did he know, in comparison to the woman he was speaking to, he was nothing more than fresh meat. After she accepted his offer, Dominique began walking back the same way he came without another word. There were drinks to be had! Liquor was always enticing to the young man, especially in moments calling for celebration. When he walked back into the tavern, he was greeted once more by the site of various inhabitants of all shapes, sizes and races. Choosing a seat by the bar as opposed to the booth he had originally picked. Dominique took a seat down and ordered two shots of Vodka. Nothing like rubbing alcohol, right? The man personally disliked the taste, but was aware of the fact that a large amount of drinkers enjoyed the substance. Regardless of whether or not they were simply casual at best. Dominique left a gold piece on the bar before telling the man to keep the drinks coming. Due to the vast influx of species to various planets, the United States had adopted a system to accept all currency. Rates or prices changed according to the worth of used currency in relation to the American Dollar.
The bartender looked at Dominique as though he had five heads. He had picked up the piece of gold and was inspecting it, cautious due to the fact that he had never seen anyone pay with such a peculiar looking coin; it had the face of an American President on one side, and the state of old Washington DC on the other end. Keeping a smirk plastered on his face, Dominique waited for the inevitable to occur. This came in the form of the man asking where Dominique was from. "California. What you've got there, is a piece of old gold. This is what came before the regular dollar." Obviously, the man looked skeptical. So, Dominique continued. "If you don't want to take it, there are plenty of people in this town who are willing to." Dominique turned to look at a man talking with two others at the other end of the bar. Dominique shouted out to them. "How much do you think a piece of gold from the 1900's are worth?" The amazed response garnished was 'damn near multi-millions if sold to the right person'.
Dominique's smirk did not fade. It was true that old gold was worth quite a bit more than it should have been, but that was only if it was real. Of course, Dominique's was not. He used fake currency constantly to pay for things, which costed pennies. Of course, anyone with half a brain would know that old gold is so hard to come by that even past presidents themselves had failed in their search for them, but Dominique made plays based on the assumptions of how a person acted without speaking. Body language and expressions in performing tasks. A couple of seconds for observation told Dominique that he was not dealing with the most intelligent man of the lot. Seemingly bought-into the idea that the man had given him riches beyond his dreams, the man continued on with his work with a constant smile.
Idiot.
The bartender looked at Dominique as though he had five heads. He had picked up the piece of gold and was inspecting it, cautious due to the fact that he had never seen anyone pay with such a peculiar looking coin; it had the face of an American President on one side, and the state of old Washington DC on the other end. Keeping a smirk plastered on his face, Dominique waited for the inevitable to occur. This came in the form of the man asking where Dominique was from. "California. What you've got there, is a piece of old gold. This is what came before the regular dollar." Obviously, the man looked skeptical. So, Dominique continued. "If you don't want to take it, there are plenty of people in this town who are willing to." Dominique turned to look at a man talking with two others at the other end of the bar. Dominique shouted out to them. "How much do you think a piece of gold from the 1900's are worth?" The amazed response garnished was 'damn near multi-millions if sold to the right person'.
Dominique's smirk did not fade. It was true that old gold was worth quite a bit more than it should have been, but that was only if it was real. Of course, Dominique's was not. He used fake currency constantly to pay for things, which costed pennies. Of course, anyone with half a brain would know that old gold is so hard to come by that even past presidents themselves had failed in their search for them, but Dominique made plays based on the assumptions of how a person acted without speaking. Body language and expressions in performing tasks. A couple of seconds for observation told Dominique that he was not dealing with the most intelligent man of the lot. Seemingly bought-into the idea that the man had given him riches beyond his dreams, the man continued on with his work with a constant smile.
Idiot.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan smirked slightly as she tossed back the vodka with out much issue enjoying the burn on the way down. Not her favorite but only thing she really cared for was the buzz. She quirked a brow over to the blond as he paid with a gold coin. She just smirked as she watched the bartender examine the coin observing Dominique work his words. He certainly was the charismatic sort. Morgan usually used a good growl and show of a gun to get what she wanted, perhaps that's why she wasn't exactly welcomed back to most bars.
"Oh yes a very rare coin indeed." She remarked offhandedly before looking off into the rest of the bar resting her elbows against the wood and leaning back on it. Amber eyes glazed out over the rest of the mixed population their attention fixated on Dom. It was an interesting show to say the least. A few gazes trailed her way before quickly looking off which just caused The woman to chuckle and her smirk to grow. "How long before your buddy gets back by the way?" She questioned over to the smooth talker not really wanting to wait around all day.
"Oh yes a very rare coin indeed." She remarked offhandedly before looking off into the rest of the bar resting her elbows against the wood and leaning back on it. Amber eyes glazed out over the rest of the mixed population their attention fixated on Dom. It was an interesting show to say the least. A few gazes trailed her way before quickly looking off which just caused The woman to chuckle and her smirk to grow. "How long before your buddy gets back by the way?" She questioned over to the smooth talker not really wanting to wait around all day.
Brax
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Dominique raised an eyebrow. "I have a feeling your patience is unmatched." While he continued looking at the woman, he slammed his own shot of Vodka down. Placing the empty glass on the table, it would be instantly refilled. "Don't worry, it won't be long. We've got to move on from here within the next hour." It was not like him to spread his plans, but he figured there would be no harm in giving a vague outline as to what he was doing next. "Got some big fish to fry. Of course, my luck sees it that everyone's in different places, but I digress." The man turned his head from Morgan, back to the general direction of the bartender before he took his second shot. Immediately, the alcohol provided an unparalleled feeling of warmth stemming from his throat all the way down his stomach.
Then, something came to the front of Dominique's thought process. It was within that same moment that two men walked into the tavern, got a glimpse of Morgan and walked away terrified. Of course, the man noticed but said nothing. "One of these bounties i'm trying to pick up is worth more money than i'll ever see in my life. The longer they've been on the list, the more their cost racks up. I'm trying to get the best of the best. I could do it, too... but i'm not sure I could do it alone. You seem like someone who is willing to do what it takes for the cost. We can talk business details." What better way to coerce a person into being his employee, than at a bar?
Then, something came to the front of Dominique's thought process. It was within that same moment that two men walked into the tavern, got a glimpse of Morgan and walked away terrified. Of course, the man noticed but said nothing. "One of these bounties i'm trying to pick up is worth more money than i'll ever see in my life. The longer they've been on the list, the more their cost racks up. I'm trying to get the best of the best. I could do it, too... but i'm not sure I could do it alone. You seem like someone who is willing to do what it takes for the cost. We can talk business details." What better way to coerce a person into being his employee, than at a bar?
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan smirked slightly "Patience is not always a strong point with me, now when I have other things I could be doing." She tossed back another shot of her drink waiting for it to be refilled. "Places to go people to see as they say." She chuckled watching as her glass was refilled. "Normally I just catch 'em and collected and keep moving." She shrugged slightly before tossing back another shot starting to feel the sweet warmth a good buzz. The woman hummed softly keeping her amber gaze half lidded as she observed the crowd.
She glanced over as Dominique mentioned a big bounty and tilted her head to the side. "Hm? Are you talking about Ricardo Brigs?" She looked over with a slight quirk of the brow. The man as a mass murderer and damn near terrorist only thing keeping him safe was he was also extremely smart and had a lot of connections to keep himself hidden. Brigs was hunted after most of the hunters around, a good chunk of them had given up or were killed in their pursuit. Morgan had the case on the back burner until she got a lead. She stared at the strange blond a moment before chuckling. "Are you purposing we work together? Pfft, kid I don't even know you or what you're about. Hell For all I know this was your first catch. Catching Brigs is difficult enough with out the added liability."
She glanced over as Dominique mentioned a big bounty and tilted her head to the side. "Hm? Are you talking about Ricardo Brigs?" She looked over with a slight quirk of the brow. The man as a mass murderer and damn near terrorist only thing keeping him safe was he was also extremely smart and had a lot of connections to keep himself hidden. Brigs was hunted after most of the hunters around, a good chunk of them had given up or were killed in their pursuit. Morgan had the case on the back burner until she got a lead. She stared at the strange blond a moment before chuckling. "Are you purposing we work together? Pfft, kid I don't even know you or what you're about. Hell For all I know this was your first catch. Catching Brigs is difficult enough with out the added liability."
Brax
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Dominique smiled when Morgan began giggling at him. The truth was, she did not need to know him. "You're a bounty hunter, right? All about the dollar no matter what? You get paid either way, and if we catch Brigs than we can split it 50-50, just like little Tortuga." The idea of Dominique being a liability was cute at best, especially considering the fact that he had been doing just fine with J-9. Speaking of which, the robot would find its way back into the tavern, uninterrupted during its travels. The bounty amount was cheap, running at a measly one-hundred thousand dollars.
The entire thing was handed to Dominique, who did not need to count it. J-9 had all ready done so, and a scan had shown that the proper amount was withheld. So, the man began counting out one hundred dollar bills. In increments of ten thousand, he would place the money on the bar in front of the female. Dominique was not worried about anyone trying to be sneaky, and he was very blatant in addition to being nonchalant. Once he was finished counting out the amount he owed her, the man asked the bartender for a piece of paper and a pen.
Yep, those still existed.
Writing down his personal contact number, fingers slid the piece of paper on the bar top in her direction. Then he stood up to his feet, stretching back quite a bit before J-9 turned to begin walking out of the establishment. With a smile, Dominique's hues found Morgan once more. "You can reach me by using that number, if you ever decide you're interested in helping me out. So long for now, Morgan." With that, Dominique's hands found the back of his head as he moseyed on out of the tavern. Upon walking outside, he was instantly greeted by the warm Mars temperature once more. Having J-9 lead the way, Dominique started heading back toward his ship.
The entire thing was handed to Dominique, who did not need to count it. J-9 had all ready done so, and a scan had shown that the proper amount was withheld. So, the man began counting out one hundred dollar bills. In increments of ten thousand, he would place the money on the bar in front of the female. Dominique was not worried about anyone trying to be sneaky, and he was very blatant in addition to being nonchalant. Once he was finished counting out the amount he owed her, the man asked the bartender for a piece of paper and a pen.
Yep, those still existed.
Writing down his personal contact number, fingers slid the piece of paper on the bar top in her direction. Then he stood up to his feet, stretching back quite a bit before J-9 turned to begin walking out of the establishment. With a smile, Dominique's hues found Morgan once more. "You can reach me by using that number, if you ever decide you're interested in helping me out. So long for now, Morgan." With that, Dominique's hands found the back of his head as he moseyed on out of the tavern. Upon walking outside, he was instantly greeted by the warm Mars temperature once more. Having J-9 lead the way, Dominique started heading back toward his ship.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan smirked slightly when the Robot finally returned with the money. While it wasn't as much as she was planning on getting it would hold her over until the next hunt. She accepted the money placing it in the inside of her coat pocket as he continued to try and make an offer to team up. A soft chuckle couldn't help but escape her lips as she looked back to the man "Sorry but with a haul like Brig's I rather go it alone. Besides you gotta have a lot more stealth when dealing with him. Can't exactly go announcing your plans before you got him pinned down." She pointed off finishing one last shot before rising to her feet.
She quirked a brow at the slip of paper and picked it up and just shook her head tempted to leave it on the counter but figured she could hold onto it for a bit, if only to pawn off on someone who was bugging her for her own number. She tucked it away in one of the many pockets which lined the inside of her coat before making her way out of the Tavern. She hummed to herself as she moved at a casual pace making her way towards her ship ready to get off the planet and off to her next target.
She quirked a brow at the slip of paper and picked it up and just shook her head tempted to leave it on the counter but figured she could hold onto it for a bit, if only to pawn off on someone who was bugging her for her own number. She tucked it away in one of the many pockets which lined the inside of her coat before making her way out of the Tavern. She hummed to herself as she moved at a casual pace making her way towards her ship ready to get off the planet and off to her next target.
Brax
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When Dominique caught up with his robot, the two walked into a hanger on the edge of the city. This was where his ship had been parked. He paid an hourly wage, something which never dipped into his real funds. People often fell victim to his ruse, which never went well without the casualness to which the bounty hunter pulled off such theft. Walking into the hangar, he was greeted by one man. It was expensive parking, but it really mattered little. Not too many ships had been around his, which was something the man considered important.
An older gentleman, the owner of the hanger, sat back in a chair near the entrance. Walking up to the large opening, Dominique flipped his gold coin in the man's direction. The older gentleman extended a hand to catch it, but the coin bounced off one of his fingers. After rapidly trying to catch the fumbling coin by use of both of his hands, the old man would catch the gold and watch Dominique continue to walk toward his ship without another word, or bothering to looking back. Colors of blue and chrome were the instant indicators of which one was his, aside from the rather sleek design. J-9 activated the medium-sized ship. The cockpit near the front popped open, and the pads under each wing activated - glowing blue.
The back boosters were still off, even as the ship lifted up off of the ground. It increased in height enough so that it was elevated above the top of the ships which were still grounded, but not high enough so that it lost clearance out of the hanger. Once the back boosters were applied, the ship shot off forward, out of the hangar. The speed of the ship caused a bunch of papers on a desk in the corner of the establishment to fly about, along with the old man's clothes. Shooting out of the planet's atmosphere, J-9 set a course for Jupiter. Dominique kicked back in his seat and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long trip.
An older gentleman, the owner of the hanger, sat back in a chair near the entrance. Walking up to the large opening, Dominique flipped his gold coin in the man's direction. The older gentleman extended a hand to catch it, but the coin bounced off one of his fingers. After rapidly trying to catch the fumbling coin by use of both of his hands, the old man would catch the gold and watch Dominique continue to walk toward his ship without another word, or bothering to looking back. Colors of blue and chrome were the instant indicators of which one was his, aside from the rather sleek design. J-9 activated the medium-sized ship. The cockpit near the front popped open, and the pads under each wing activated - glowing blue.
The back boosters were still off, even as the ship lifted up off of the ground. It increased in height enough so that it was elevated above the top of the ships which were still grounded, but not high enough so that it lost clearance out of the hanger. Once the back boosters were applied, the ship shot off forward, out of the hangar. The speed of the ship caused a bunch of papers on a desk in the corner of the establishment to fly about, along with the old man's clothes. Shooting out of the planet's atmosphere, J-9 set a course for Jupiter. Dominique kicked back in his seat and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long trip.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
The woman boarded her ship with a wide grin the light flickering on revealing a simple sleek interior. There were several racks all filled with weapons a good percentage of them were empty though reaching into her coat she started to unload setting half a dozen grenades, two shot guns, tree hand guns, four knives, plasma cutter, plasma gun and tracker with chip sets all back in there proper place before setting the lighter trench on a hook beside it. Morgan stretched her arms over her head
"Hmmmm where to next, Scion?"
The console lit up various hues of blue and green. Greetings Morgan, Next destination is Jupiter. Sources indicate several leads suggesting Brigs's presence.
Morgan nodded slightly "Good set a course and lets get going then." She stated floping back in the pilot seat. Several maps and data screens popped up as the quiet hum of the engine started to warm up. Morgan just smirked slightly and leaned back against seat carefully pulling out of the hanger as not to ding or scratch up the ship more than it already was then in a burst of white the ship was off jetting towards the gas giant.
Brax
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Jupiter
Two lasers neared Dominique's ship, after breaking through the atmosphere. The bounty hunter did his best to swerve away from the incoming fire, but unfortunately there was no hope for the average-sized aircraft. One of the lasers had shot through the right wing. Despite the other one missing, the ship was going down. Dominique was angered, and was trying his best to stabilize a failing system. In the wake of the man's shortcomings, J-9 remained as calculated as ever. Hitting the eject button, the cockpit of the fighter plane flew off.
Detaching the belt which kept him secure, Dominique was sure to gather the essentials before he got up onto his feet and allowed the air to take him out of his seat. The aircraft fell into a downward spiral - of course, the terraforming of the planet saw artificial gravity suck the ship down toward it. Dominique's plunge was far less graceful, but slower nonetheless. As his body somersaulted downward, J-9 flew as fast as it could toward the man. Eventually the robot caught him out of the sky, avoiding a couple of extra missiles in the process.
As his partner neared safety, Dominique could only wonder how his target knew that he was on the way. He wondered if perhaps being seen associating with the woman he met on Mars may have warned his arrival. Dominique had not gone into detail about where he was going next, but if Morgan was popular by any means, that would mean Brigs could possibly be keeping an eye on her. By relation, the target would be aware of his arrival. At any end, the answers would be revealed upon finding the man who was up for grab. The ship merged with the ground in a fiery blaze of glory, much to the dismay of the bounty hunter. He would make Lamarr Bota pay for the damages when he handed him in, dead or alive.
Two lasers neared Dominique's ship, after breaking through the atmosphere. The bounty hunter did his best to swerve away from the incoming fire, but unfortunately there was no hope for the average-sized aircraft. One of the lasers had shot through the right wing. Despite the other one missing, the ship was going down. Dominique was angered, and was trying his best to stabilize a failing system. In the wake of the man's shortcomings, J-9 remained as calculated as ever. Hitting the eject button, the cockpit of the fighter plane flew off.
Detaching the belt which kept him secure, Dominique was sure to gather the essentials before he got up onto his feet and allowed the air to take him out of his seat. The aircraft fell into a downward spiral - of course, the terraforming of the planet saw artificial gravity suck the ship down toward it. Dominique's plunge was far less graceful, but slower nonetheless. As his body somersaulted downward, J-9 flew as fast as it could toward the man. Eventually the robot caught him out of the sky, avoiding a couple of extra missiles in the process.
As his partner neared safety, Dominique could only wonder how his target knew that he was on the way. He wondered if perhaps being seen associating with the woman he met on Mars may have warned his arrival. Dominique had not gone into detail about where he was going next, but if Morgan was popular by any means, that would mean Brigs could possibly be keeping an eye on her. By relation, the target would be aware of his arrival. At any end, the answers would be revealed upon finding the man who was up for grab. The ship merged with the ground in a fiery blaze of glory, much to the dismay of the bounty hunter. He would make Lamarr Bota pay for the damages when he handed him in, dead or alive.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Approaching Jupiter
Warning ship has been locked on
The robotic voice of Scion echoed in Morgans ear snapping her out of her semi-unconscious state. She sat up blinking a few times focusing her amber eyes on the console in front of her. She scanned over the screens trying to find the source of the alarm. Then she noticed various satellites close to the planet locked onto her ship. She cursed under her breath "-The hell is this?"
"It would appear as though out presence is not welcomed on Jupiter."
"Thanks for stating the obvious!" Morgan growled hearing a high pitched beeping noise which indicated shots were fired. Cursing under her breath Morgan took evasive actions and turned coarse towards one of the many moons of Jupiter. If she couldn't land on one of the main areas she would try one of the smaller posts. Scion calculated for her errors and adjusted the ship as needed returning fire on some of the missiles to keep ship damage to a minimum. Unfortunately most of the smaller bases were also hostile or not working. Which forced the bounty hunter to retreat out of firing range to keep from being blown up.
"Fucking hell...." The woman cursed resisting the urge to slam her fist onto the console.
"May I recommend a more stealthy approach?"
It was not Morgans favored method but if she wanted to get planet side with out being incinerated it would have to be done.
Warning ship has been locked on
The robotic voice of Scion echoed in Morgans ear snapping her out of her semi-unconscious state. She sat up blinking a few times focusing her amber eyes on the console in front of her. She scanned over the screens trying to find the source of the alarm. Then she noticed various satellites close to the planet locked onto her ship. She cursed under her breath "-The hell is this?"
"It would appear as though out presence is not welcomed on Jupiter."
"Thanks for stating the obvious!" Morgan growled hearing a high pitched beeping noise which indicated shots were fired. Cursing under her breath Morgan took evasive actions and turned coarse towards one of the many moons of Jupiter. If she couldn't land on one of the main areas she would try one of the smaller posts. Scion calculated for her errors and adjusted the ship as needed returning fire on some of the missiles to keep ship damage to a minimum. Unfortunately most of the smaller bases were also hostile or not working. Which forced the bounty hunter to retreat out of firing range to keep from being blown up.
"Fucking hell...." The woman cursed resisting the urge to slam her fist onto the console.
"May I recommend a more stealthy approach?"
It was not Morgans favored method but if she wanted to get planet side with out being incinerated it would have to be done.
Brax
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"There are multiple hostiles in the area."
Dominique was laying still on the ground, with J-9 lying prone beside him. The robot's eyes were illuminated with a bright red light, which was able to peer through various objects that may have been in its way to get a clear visual. The bounty hunter's eyes were closed, allowing him to see through the robot's eyes as it looked around at the sight of various gunmen on hill-tops, hidden within the trees and littered upon the tall grass. Both Dominique and the robot would have to try their hardest to get out of such a tough spot.
Either that, or they would shoot their way out. Dominique preferred option number two.
There's something amazing about being able to control a robot. The stability of the machine, the precise of its dealings; somethings human could never fully achieve to a maximum point. When shooting weaponry, this was exceptionally true. J-9's arm retracted into it's torso, the large scope of a sniper eventually moving to replace the arm. It was silenced, of course; this was the best way to avoid giving away their hidden location among the extremely tall glass.
Multiple shots were fired at the snipers in the tree-tops, causing bodies to fall from the sky onto the ground. This sparked panic. On the outskirts of Jupiter's suburban cities was what could be made out as a militia. It must have been privately owned, given the numbers and dress. Whoever the mogul was behind must have had a fat stash of money to pay such a force - Ricardo Brigs was one such man. However, Lamarr Bota was not to be counted out either; the two were partners, after all. Dominique had both of his arms out as though he was holding an imaginary sniper, using the view and body of J-9 to eliminate his enemies.
Dominique was laying still on the ground, with J-9 lying prone beside him. The robot's eyes were illuminated with a bright red light, which was able to peer through various objects that may have been in its way to get a clear visual. The bounty hunter's eyes were closed, allowing him to see through the robot's eyes as it looked around at the sight of various gunmen on hill-tops, hidden within the trees and littered upon the tall grass. Both Dominique and the robot would have to try their hardest to get out of such a tough spot.
Either that, or they would shoot their way out. Dominique preferred option number two.
There's something amazing about being able to control a robot. The stability of the machine, the precise of its dealings; somethings human could never fully achieve to a maximum point. When shooting weaponry, this was exceptionally true. J-9's arm retracted into it's torso, the large scope of a sniper eventually moving to replace the arm. It was silenced, of course; this was the best way to avoid giving away their hidden location among the extremely tall glass.
Multiple shots were fired at the snipers in the tree-tops, causing bodies to fall from the sky onto the ground. This sparked panic. On the outskirts of Jupiter's suburban cities was what could be made out as a militia. It must have been privately owned, given the numbers and dress. Whoever the mogul was behind must have had a fat stash of money to pay such a force - Ricardo Brigs was one such man. However, Lamarr Bota was not to be counted out either; the two were partners, after all. Dominique had both of his arms out as though he was holding an imaginary sniper, using the view and body of J-9 to eliminate his enemies.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan was barely breathing as she inched her ship along the outskirts of jupiter. She had managed to ease her way past the first wave of defending ships. So far the cloaked ship had made it's safely not triggering any alarms or alerts. However to do so the ship moved at barely 10% of it's speed. The agonizing crawl through space was mind numbing for Morgan. Most of the work was done via Scion's autopilot. Her right leg bounced quickly as she watched the screens anxiously.
2 agonizingly slow hours in Morgan was nearing her last nerve before taking over the controls and stealth be damned! Until an alarm went of signaling that they had been noticed. "Fuck it!" She growled under her breath before taking control of her ship and punching the thrusters to max. The ship was still cloaked making it difficult to shoot at however that did not ensure her safety. Shots of light flashed by her as the enemy tried to shoot down her ship.
Taking evasive action Morgan made a beeline for the surface her entry angle not exactly very forgiving. Orange and yellow coated the windows as the ship entered the atmosphere shaking and rattling the entire time. Morgan grit her teeth as she prayed she would make it planetside so she could at least find the son of a bitch who hired all those goons. By some miracle the ship held together but only by a hair. Morgan made a hasty recovery to try and land the ship dropping. The scorched ship touched down on the ground and skidded along the rocky floor before crashing into a large rock and halting it completely. The huntress groaned softly as she looked up, the less than smooth landing had shaken her up quite abit but more importantly she had survived.
2 agonizingly slow hours in Morgan was nearing her last nerve before taking over the controls and stealth be damned! Until an alarm went of signaling that they had been noticed. "Fuck it!" She growled under her breath before taking control of her ship and punching the thrusters to max. The ship was still cloaked making it difficult to shoot at however that did not ensure her safety. Shots of light flashed by her as the enemy tried to shoot down her ship.
Taking evasive action Morgan made a beeline for the surface her entry angle not exactly very forgiving. Orange and yellow coated the windows as the ship entered the atmosphere shaking and rattling the entire time. Morgan grit her teeth as she prayed she would make it planetside so she could at least find the son of a bitch who hired all those goons. By some miracle the ship held together but only by a hair. Morgan made a hasty recovery to try and land the ship dropping. The scorched ship touched down on the ground and skidded along the rocky floor before crashing into a large rock and halting it completely. The huntress groaned softly as she looked up, the less than smooth landing had shaken her up quite abit but more importantly she had survived.
Brax
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The crash landing was anything but graceful. Clearing off a couple of troops had done absolutely nothing, so the next course of action was to move through jungle. It would be hard to track Dominique within the thick of it, given the massive amount of area it overtook. The only problem was getting there - unfortunately, most of the jungle was located where the ship had descended down toward. The bounty hunter took off running in it's general direction, with the robot following in flight. The machine had raised a rather large shield around Dominique as he ran, which repelled a large amount of ammunition from various weapons upon contact. When he finally reached the ship, he saw that it was in not only slowly being engulfed by flames, but also pressed up against a rock.
Behind it, was jungle. The environment on Jupiter was hostile, as it had always been; even before its inhabitants made their way to the planet, it was known as one of the most dangerous locations in the galaxy. Mix that with some gun-totting-goons, and a visit to Jupiter was considered by most to be a death trap, or a suicide attempt. Dominique was willing to take the risk to get his money as always; as such, bounties for men such as Brigs ran high due to the nature of the chase.
"Open sesame, J." The robot extended a finger, tracing a rather large rectangle shape on the side of the ship. A beam of red light cut through the material of the ship, causing it to eventually fall outward and onto the ground. Upon opening, Dominique was greeted by seeing the same female he had previously met on Mars. She seemed to be doing just fine, however. A large smirk on the face of Dominique described exactly how he was feeling given the moment. He spoke once more, crossing his arms at his chest. J-9's self-automated shield system was still up, providing a rather interesting backdrop.
Behind it, was jungle. The environment on Jupiter was hostile, as it had always been; even before its inhabitants made their way to the planet, it was known as one of the most dangerous locations in the galaxy. Mix that with some gun-totting-goons, and a visit to Jupiter was considered by most to be a death trap, or a suicide attempt. Dominique was willing to take the risk to get his money as always; as such, bounties for men such as Brigs ran high due to the nature of the chase.
"Open sesame, J." The robot extended a finger, tracing a rather large rectangle shape on the side of the ship. A beam of red light cut through the material of the ship, causing it to eventually fall outward and onto the ground. Upon opening, Dominique was greeted by seeing the same female he had previously met on Mars. She seemed to be doing just fine, however. A large smirk on the face of Dominique described exactly how he was feeling given the moment. He spoke once more, crossing his arms at his chest. J-9's self-automated shield system was still up, providing a rather interesting backdrop.
Shura
Pounce Ninja
Morgan sighed heavily as she sat back in her chair a moment to collect her rattled thoughts. She flicked a few switches and started a diagnostic, it only took a few seconds to see the ship would not be flying any time soon. "Alright well... I have money ammo and stock so I should be good for a while at least..." she muttered before setting the ship into full shut down to prevent any more issues from forming. She pulled a chip from the console and plug it into a tech brace on her arm.
She started to try and plan a way to force her way out of the ship until she heard a buzzing sound and saw a line of molted orange metal forming. Someone was cutting into her ship. She quickly pulled her gun and aimed it in front of her ready to fire as soon as the metal fell away. Morgan was quite surprised when she came face to face with the other bounty hunter and his robot friend. Her amber eyes scanned over him quickly taking not of his roughed up state and pulled her gun back. "I take it your welcome was less than friendly as well." She commented
She started to try and plan a way to force her way out of the ship until she heard a buzzing sound and saw a line of molted orange metal forming. Someone was cutting into her ship. She quickly pulled her gun and aimed it in front of her ready to fire as soon as the metal fell away. Morgan was quite surprised when she came face to face with the other bounty hunter and his robot friend. Her amber eyes scanned over him quickly taking not of his roughed up state and pulled her gun back. "I take it your welcome was less than friendly as well." She commented
