Young Corruption 3-5-07

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Prologue

“My dad would always say to me, Jericho those men… those drug dealers on our level they wont get anywhere in life. All they are are a bunch of idiots with their underwear shoved too high up their butts. You need to get an education and be a lawyer or a doctor on Argon Prime. There’s nothing here for you, Jericho… you will be a great man someday.
He was right … I would be a great man. He was also right about those drugs dealers on our street being punks. They were thinking too small; they were at the end of the food chain. The third which was getting an education made me realize that no jackass can get up there by picking his nose all day.
Growing up on Jordan-4 there was never any downtime, there was always a deal going down or a greedy dealer getting blown away. I took a great interest, that something as simple as a plant could cause so much chaos.
Space weed… hundreds of strands, did you know that if you took all the space weed from the planets and stations, you could keep every single intelligent being high for a week?
Even on the planets it’s still called space weed, why? Why doesn’t the average boron like thunderstorms, they just don’t and it just is. If some of you still don’t know who I am and what I do, then ill tell you.
I “distribute” certain necessities to the needy, for a price of course, it wasn’t easy to get where I am, and a lot of “competition” had to go down. The names Jericho I got 33 years on my Argon hide and hoping to live to see another 33. Let’s start from the beginning 14 years ago.”

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Look promising!

I don't think I've read (what looks to be) a pirate's story yet. Best of luck, looking forward to the next update!

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Thanks!

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Any ideas as to when the next update will be? You got me all interested and stuff lol

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Within the next 2 days

wooooot

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Woot indeed!

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Part 1

Ringo Moon
CH- Jordan-4

1400 hours

Jericho
Age – 20
Crew – Third Street
Personal Money – 673 Lidos

From space we see Ringo Moons trading station, some wheat farms and a solar power plant. Near the trading station is Jordan-4, a Community Hub. They are huge dome like structures which imitate small cities like those found on the planets. The average population is at around 12,000 residents.

Jericho quickly walks through the commercial area, darting through the mass of patrons walking leisurely. There was never any short supply of merchants trying to sell goods they crudely made in their shop, or haggled to the brink of annoyance.
Many restaurants and other types of shops also lined the walls of the commercial center of Jordan-4.
‘I hate coming here, it smells like dead split’ Jericho thought to himself as he made his way towards the small casino. He had a stern face with a gruff to match, he wasn’t buff by any means but he did have a broad shouldered appearance. He had dark green eyes and jet black hair.

*Beep beep beep*

Without looking Jericho reached into his gray jackets inside pocket and pulled out a small bottle capped sized object and clicked it into his ear.

“Wassup…”

“Yo Jericho you get the pack yet, these guys been waiting and these aint the people that like to wait what’s the delay?”

“Keep your s*** together Ian ill be there in 10 minutes, are you naked?”

“Nah man I got one of the handguns that was under your bed”

“Aight sit tight, out”

Jericho picked up his speed, and as he did his sweatshirt came up a little revealing a handgun snug tight into his back. He takes a quick look around as he pulls his sweatshirt down. As he does a tattoo in black is clearly visible it reads -T.S-
A old boron watches Jericho as he passes by the tea shop. Jericho glances and hardens his stare and the boron quickly looks away.

“Stupid squids…”

After a minute Jericho comes to the front of the small casino.
The Lucky Lounge
“Lucky my a**”

He quickly walks in past two very big looking split bouncers wearing black suits and black sunglasses despite the low lighting in the area. They don’t seem to take much care in Jericho.

He makes his way past the patrons playing the slots and card games. The whole room is filled with cigar smoke.

‘There it I’ He thought to himself as he saw the huge looking glass room situated on the third floor that could easily survey the first floor from above. All he needed to d-

“Watch your step inferior!”
Jericho made a quick cough noise as was unfortunate enough to be in the way of a Paranid getting up from his slot seat.

“Why don’t you check yourself again turd smack!” Jericho replied

“How dare you insult a council member of th-.” The Paranid was cut off

Three Split security guards seemed to come from nowhere, two grabbed the Paranid from each side, and the third spoke. He had a broader chest then the others.

“Sir, it is time you leave”

“How dare you touch me! Do you know who I am?!”

“Get him out of here.”

The two Split escorted the Paranid out.

“Mr. Ocher is in his office lets go” The split said

“Alright”

The Split led Jericho to a big office, filled with many stone carvings. Books, leather chairs a miniature bar, and other luxuries Jericho could not afford at the moment.

This room like the other ones was even more poorly lit, and there was cigar smoke coming from the leather chair behind the big desk. Jericho took off his hood revealing his short 1 inch all around jet black hair. He was about to speak when out of the shadows came a backpack.

“Three days” The voice behind the leather chair said

With that Jericho put on the backpack and his hood and made his way to the park where Ian was waiting for him.

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Oooh... intrigue!