Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

[Yang]

Tasha gave in. "Yeah. But don't ever do that to me again." Tasha had a very serious expression, and for a moment she didn't seem like her jolly, happy self.


Then her eyes brightened and she pulled a hand out of her hoodie pocket, and pointed. "On the bright side, look at that! We're here!"


She walked faster, pulling along her stumbling companion.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace winced slightly as she sped up, "Slow down, Slow down! Broken leg, remember?" he complained. He sighed and stepped through the doors, the electronic greeter handed him forms to fill out and he took them, muttering, "Here's where Sasha's stuff comes in..." he whispered to himself before he sat down to fill out the forms. After a few minutes, he returned the paperwork to the greeter and waited to be called, he looked to Tasha, curiosity getting the better of him, "So what would you do if I did?" he asked, probably a bigger mistake then actually getting hurt in the first place.

 

[Yang]

She glared at him, and then sighed. "I'd probably bandage you up, and then let you suffer the pain of me ignoring you for the rest of your life, or I would bandage you up and yell and scream at you and then cry. A lot. Either one of those would not be pleasant for either of us, so I suggest you don't do anything like that again."


She glared at him and turned her attention to the perfectly clean spot on her black jeans. She picked at it in stoney silence.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace grinned and chuckled, "I'll do my best then Doc. Though, there might be some point where I need it and cant help but need it." The receptionist called his name and he was brought into the medical bays, they scanned him, and then activated a medical unit. The Unit reconstructed his leg's bone, setting and knitting the damage within seconds, painlessly. Thrace sighed as it did the same to his skull, repairing all of the damage. He came out after a few minutes, looking like brand new, a light grin on his face, he looked to Tasha, "Bill's will be sent to the ship's tab at the docking bay, and we're free to head off to the market, We'll check things out then barter what we have, and restock."

 

[Yang]

Tasha nodded.


"Yay." She muttered dryly and suddenly smiled mischievously.


"Let's see how good those docs patched you up." She picked up the pace and ran at a speed that she knew he could up with, her brown hair flying back in the light breeze, the strands of blonde shimmering in the sunlight.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace snorted, and chased after her, he kept pace with her, and let out a chuckle, "Not even an ache where the break was, Medical units, curing the galaxy one idiot at a time." He put on a slight burst of speed, as he made his way towards the market district, knowing the black markets would be nearby. He came to an intersection where a cargo train was rumbling through and came to a stop, barely breathing heavy, he sighed, "Ah, It's good to be alive isn't it?"

 

[Yang]

Tasha raised an eyebrow as he ran ahead, knowing that she could have easily beat him. Smiling, she let him beat her in their little race, and skidded to a stop a little behind him.


She cocked her head in mock confusion. "Were you ever not alive?"


But she understood what he meant. The wind was lively, blowing in her face, the air was clean, it was not too warm and not too cold, and they were out of the mass majority of the people's eyes.


It was like heaven.


Oh, and not to mention the cute, sensitive, fun guy standing next to her, enjoying the moment with her.


That was nice too.

 

[Zalban]

Chris walked slowly at Devon's left. He cracked his neck and slipped on his hard helmet. The interior quickly lit up a faint blue as it hissed and connected to the suit underneath it. Chris rolled his head a few times and looked towards the upper left corner of the helmet display. He blinked a few times in a pattern or two blinks, pause two blinks. The interior of the helmet quickly responded and began to highlight each of the corners and people that he could see. He left the HUD up and began to whistle to himself. The tune coming out of the helmet mechanical and low toned.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace had memorized the location map when he'd read it over at the terminal, so finding the market wasn't that difficult. Once there, he looked around for the tell signs that were always common, stationary residents reading news papers out in front of miscellaneous shops was generally a tell, or a garage with it's entry door cracked open. He glanced around, and after a few minutes of looking, found what he was searching for, a man with beady eyes watching the whole street without actually looking. Thrace motioned to Tasha to wait before he approached him, walked past him, and then leaned against the building beside him, saying flatly, "Whats the word on the streets Joe." The man considered him, just for a moment, before shrugging, "Senator on earth's dead, OD'ed with a couple of hookers they say, local market prices are up, and there's a funny looking idiot about to get atomized." Thrace nodded, and shrugged, "I feel sorry for him, I heard he's got a bit of business to attend to, but... there's always a jumpy guard that keeps money out of his boss' pocket isn't there?" The man, Joe, as Thrace had called him, raised a brow, then sighed, "Doors open, don't bother the shop keeper, just walk through and tap on the flickery light bulb." Thrace nodded and said, "I'll get you something nice Joe." The guard shooed him off and Thrace waved follow him, knowing it would be rough, but he'd rather she be with him, then waiting out on the street like a mark waiting to be struck.

 

[Yang]

Tasha followed him nervously, and stayed close behind him.


A million thoughts flew through her mind at once; The senator on earth is dead? Earth has a senator? What's Thrace doing with these 'hookers'? Why did he bring me along?'


(omg, I just realized. Tasha is super naive!)

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace made his way through the shop, past its keeper, who just kept staring straight ahead, not minding them in the least. He made his way to the back, and found the bulb, it was buzzing, and flickering, he snorted and shook his head, then reached up, and tapped it, and then suddenly, he was in the market. Thrace froze solid, a shudder passing through him as he realized, "Quantum Jump tech... my god... thats been illegal for over..." He shook his head, he had more important things to worry about, there were guards surrounding him, about ten of them, rifles, and hand guns aimed at various locations of his body. Thrace sighed and put his other arm up, "I come in peace?" The guard captain snorted, and nodded, "Yeah, Welcome to the black market kid." He waved his grunts off and grinned.

 

[Yang]

Tasha glanced nervously around as the guards surrounded her and Thrace. What the hell...


She followed Thrace close behind, sometimes bumping into him.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace shuddered slightly at the reception as they were ushered through and out of the teleport room. He ducked into the market and whistled at the amount of buyers and sellers, muttering, "Damn... Well this is a bit more and a bit less then I thought there would be." The whole place was pretty average, a large warehouse with the main doors sealed shut, the windows sealed, and a number of teleports leading too and from various shops. But what surprised Thrace the most was the organization, rather then have various sellers hocking their wares individually, the sellers simply dropped off their items at a selling post, and they were sorted into the different shops for easier access. He glanced around, muttering, "Well... This is a hell of a lot better then earth's black market." He pulled out the data pad with the requests from the crew, and the list of wares he had available to barter with. After a moment, he approached one of the Black Market Representatives and started the negotiations to refit, resupply, and upgrade the Pride. Any parts traded out, would go into the trade, so long as the parts that would be upgraded were higher quality and relatively new, or in pristine condition. He wasn't an engineer, but he'd worked in a space port as a teenager long enough to have an avid appreciation for space craft, and to know what the real top of the line parts were, and which parts were gimmicky junk piles with shiny wrapping. Within a half hour of bartering, He'd struck a deal to upgrade the maneuvering abilities, do a top to bottom overhaul on the core with an added reservoir so they could run the core at maximum efficiency and never burn it out, and increased the shield strength by almost double. But he was hung up on one of the items the merchant had mentioned, he tapped it on the list, and asked the man, "What's a Shadow Drive?" With a grin, the merchant explained that the shadow drive was an outlawed cloaking device, it had been outlawed because of how well it worked, it completely eliminated a ships signature and distorted its appearance to visual scans using the ships heat sinks. and they were very rare, this one however, was cheap, because it didn't function properly, It was missing several key components that could be acquired, but the black market simply didn't have them in stock at the time. In the end, Thrace looked over the list of supplies he had traded, and what he had gained, and realized, despite the other mans best efforts, he was walking away with almost twice the value he was leaving behind. He snorted, and muttered, "Something... For nothing..."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha walked slowly on the Captain's right, monitoring the crowd and surroundings, always keeping her eye open for the next easy mark. She tinkered with her Omni-tool, checking to make sure all was well, then checked her right glove to make sure the sensors were all working. Sasha was looking forward to their little party plan, and as they made their way to the residential district she wondered just what this was all about. She figured it really didn't matter that much since she might get the chance to have a little fun. Her crew before were a bunch of psychopaths, and running solo didn't go so well for her either, and although she hadn't been with this group long she felt rather cozy in their company. Just a few more disagreements, a scuffle here and there, and a Mexican-standoff or two and it'll be just like home. She smiled to herself as she thought about that.

 

[DeeDiebS]

After passing a few towering multipurpose buildings Devon stopped at a peculiar triangler building in the very middle of the district. "This is it. Room 10-1." By this time on Neptune the inhabitants were all asleep which made things ten times more difficult. Facial recognition systems were online, security was even more numerous, and any electronic door was blocked with multiple technological walls of encrypted passwords and walls. He stopped infront of the main entrance and looked tp both his sides. "When I give the signal, anyone besides us with a gun, gets what they're paid for." He slowly opened both swinging doors and immediately the eye pieces of the visible security guards flashed red.


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[Zalban]

Chris nodded and continued to whistle as he dashed to the left, ramming his shoulder into the guards gut. The hard suits connected and an audible crunch could be heads as Chris over powered the other armor. Driving him to the ground Chris brought himself to a standing position by driving a retracting blade into the visor of the guard. Bringing out a pistol with his other hand as he stoodhe fired a few rounds at the two guards he could see. Both were already reaching for weapons as the scorching blue bolts from his gun slashed through their necks. He rolled his shoulders back and switched his comm to a private channel blocking his speakers. "Sooo..... Are all guards this poorly trained or just here in the front?"

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha darted forward, passing Chris as he handled the next two guards, and further entering the room, swiftly closing on three guards who were in the process of drawing their weapons and taking positions. She quickly grabbed two blades from her waist with her right hand, which lit the blades a neon blue color, and accurately whisked them across the room, where they slammed through the visors of their helmets. As she closed on the last, who had managed to draw their weapon, she extended the nano-fiberwire from her Omni-tool, sidestepped the guard while wrapping the cord around his head, and then as she gripped it tightly she made it snap taut. "I'd say pretty awful, but good for some practice." She picked up the head of the recently deceased and using Osiris, she patched into their communications, but still remained on a private channel.

 

[Kazanna]

Realizing he had been all but ignoring Tasha, he paused, and turned to her, and said, "I'm... Sorry I got so wrapped up in business affairs I totally forgot my manners. Is there anything you want or need from here?" In addition to the other sections of the market, there were low cost foods, and medical sections, vaccines, and healing equipment that made the military outfits look sad. There was clothing and all kinds of other sections in the mighty black market bazaar, all of it organized the same way as the rest of the market. "Come on, We should still have a bit of time before the others are done with their business, Besides, if the captain needs us that badly..." He stepped over to a hijacked terminal in the Black Market, and started typing into it carefully, muttering, "Where is she..." The terminal was fitted with a higher strength bandwidth then most terminals, allowing him to scan for specific technology and then it listed off as much information as it could, which, of course, wasnt much as old as it was. But after a moment, he found what he was looking for, Small, High Tech, Custom built. "Has to be Sasha..." He snorted, and sighed, then typed in a message, figuring it would either ping her unit, or someone else would pick it up and just be confused. In The Market, Gathering Supplies, Engineers will arrive at Ship, Let them in. Pub Terminal, DNR, ~T. P.S. Working on Cargo, Will attempt at something allowable. He less meant allowable, more meant legal, but he figured Sasha would get the message. He closed the terminal and turned back to Tasha, He had a fine line of credit at the market due to how much he'd come in with, so he said, "Come on, Anything you'd like, the Captain's buying." It was Devon's ship, crew, and cargo after all, and even if the man had said bare necessities, sometimes, Niceties were much more valuable.

 

[DeeDiebS]

From the outside of the building flashes of blue and white line were seen streaming across the room followed by a red and blue blast of fire and death. "The problem isnt how they're trained, its how many are trained. Sasha get the elevator working and disable any remote control capabilities. Chris you and me cover her." Just as soon as Devon's final words left his mouth a few guards jumped from the balcony above them. These gaurds were'nt taking cover like their comrades if anything, they were on the offensive. Two were heading for Chris and Sasha while the last one fired up his jetpack and rammed into Devon's abdomen. Once a the clash of metal was heard tge guard flew straight up at full speed heading straight for the roof ready to crush Devon on impact. "Nope! Not the way am going out!" With little to no options at his disposal Devon began thrashing in the arms of the enemy. They pair twisted and turned throughout the air and with a frustrated roar the guard flung Devon into the hollow barriers along the balcony. Snaps and cracks were rang on the hard impact. As the flying guard regained his stability Devon flipped himself back onto his feet. Choking down the assault of pain the ravaged his nerves he grabbed his Tri-shot pistols that hung on either of his sides and unveiled a barrage of blue lines. The blots of radioactive atoms ravaged the guard's body destroying cells, tearing limbs, and disrupting bodily functions. The blots soon tore right through his body and got to his jetpack. With a handful of jolts backwards the guard was then enveloped in a ball of fire. The armorless, smoked, distorted husk of a body fell to the floor motionless as Devon griped his back and bent himself over fighting against the pain the was momentarily repressed as he got caught in the moment. As he got to the edge of the balcony he aimed down and begun to fire upon his numerous enemies.


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[Zalban]

"Sure thin Cap'n" Chris said almost lazily as he rolled his shoulders to get ready for the oncoming guards. As the nearest one reached Chris the guard brought his arm up towards his chin. Chris let out a grunt as he rolled out of the way and drove his fist into the guard's side. He could feel his knuckles practically yelling at him for the abuse. With a sigh he drove his armored knee into the guards gut as he doubled over. Lifting the now limp man off the floor Chris used his momentum to fling the injured man into the air towards the second guard. The guard in question sidestepped his incapacitated comrade and pulled out his rifle to begin firing shots. Chris raised his gun toting left hand and fired into the oncoming guards chest. The hard suit crumbled and shattered as the bolt ripped through the cheap armor, unfortunately for Chris this caused the guards last few bolts to fly towards Sasha. With another grunt he twisted around to face her and took the hit in his back. He could feel the heat of the hard suit's outer plate melting as it dissipated the shot, he knew he'd have a bad burn and probably a scar but for now it wasn't so bad. He breathed heavily for a few seconds before tapping on his wrist causing the plate to drop off the back of his suit, revealing the soft gelled under suit. "Well, I guess Angel owes me one. How are you doing over there Cap'n" He called over as he dropped a small concussion charge over the ledge nonchalantly. He leaned one elbow on the railing as the charge crushed the ribs of anyone close to it, and sent the others flying around the balcony. "Y'know you could tell us exactly what we're lookin for." He said as he fired a few rounds up above them to discourage the idea of more drop attacks.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha quickly made her way to the elevator, looking on as the guards came to swarm them. "Watch my back!" She yelled to Chris as she quickly worked the control panel open. Using Osiris, she began to gain control of the elevator system. "I'd appreciate not getting shot in my back, if you can manage that" she said sarcastically as Osiris went to taking over the system. A holographic screen lit up over her Omni-tool, the color was first sky blue but was quickly turning red. Sasha went ahead and disabled the communication of any guard that was using the frequency of the guards from earlier, and as she did this she noticed Devon's little fiasco. After seeing the guard go up in flames a little bit later, she checked on her progress. The whole screen went red, flashed once, then turned green. "If you still want to take the elevator, I've got it!" She yelled up at Devon. Her screen vanished and and Osiris was humming quietly, and as she waited for the doors to open she removed her SMG and made sure it was ready to fire.


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[Yang]

Tasha smiled at Thrace. "It's okay, I understand."


She fingered a roll of bandage and snorted. "Someone's trying to rip someone off with this." She raised an amused eyebrow at it and tossed it back to where it was.


"Ah, here we goooooooooooo holy crap that's amazing." She had been heading for a stash of sturdy bandages when she noticed a huge bottle of something bizarre. Looking excited, she picked it up, surprised by the sudden weight.


She looked satisfied and tossed the 5 pound tube to Thrace.


Then she walked to the clothes. Yes, believe it or not, Tasha slightly cared about her clothes.


She spent a few minutes in the dressing rooms before coming out, her arms loaded with random articles of clothing.


She smiled at Thrace. "I think I'm good. I only had 2 pairs of jeans left, and I'm wearing the only shirt I have right now." She shrugged, and looked at him expectantly. "Where to?"

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace snorted and then laughed slightly, "I'd say back to the ship, But lets stock up on groceries first. Just leave those with the vendor and tell them they're heading to our ship. We don't walk out of here with anything, cargo just gets transferred from one ship to another. It's how the black market works. Make it look like were just taking on cargo and unloading our own. Keeps the authorities from collecting taxes and the like." He moved over to the produce area of the market, and milled about, marking things down on a list, from basics to commodities, he bought a few things in bulk for cargo purposes, knowing they were in deep freeze and with a simple add onto the ships core, he could transport them back to earth where they were more valuable, or wherever else they might end up. Once through, he handed the manifest to the merchant and shook hands with him, seeing no need to haggle on goods that were already far cheaper then they should be. He'd wait for Tasha to see if she had more to get. When she was through, he'd move to one of the terminals, and pull up the location of the transport that would drop them nearest to the ship, then lead her to it. The transport would drop them out into an access hatch that read "Detour" on it, though it lead to nowhere, it was an exit only. The detour sign would be just a short walk away from the hangar where they left The Pride.

 

[DeeDiebS]

"I'll tell you when we're in the elevator." Devon leaped from the broken edge of the balcony onto an unsuspecting guard. With a slight crumbling sound on impact the two stayed still stunned by the abrupt and unexpected offensive. With barly enough time to react Devon came back to his senses. The guard was still dazed but was still aware of his surroundings and with that he began to aimlessly punch Devon. With each thrust missing Devon lifted himself up on to his feet with a slight tumble as he took a final step backwards. He put his pistols in their holster and reached to his back to grab his heavy weaponry. He quickly looked to his back to see Sasha and Chris making their way into the elevator. As he turned his head to his front the guard he fell on was now on his feet and readying his weapon. But as the guard took aim at Devon his body was then rittiled with a seemingly endless amount of atomized bolts. With multiple jerks backwards he then fell down lifeless. Devon began to back up towards his comrades as he returned fire to the other guards that were unveiling death upon them. "Alright lets get the hell out of here!!!" By this time Devon was getting kind of annoyed with the multiple bolts of pain and misery flying across his face.


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[xxDragonEater95xx]

As they all were finally inside the elevator, she had the doors closed. "Welcome to the Sasha Express." she said in an entertainer-like tone as the elevator began to move. She readjusted a few blades on her belt and removed her blade handle from her back, and twirled it playfully through her fingers while making sure equipment was still fully functional.