DID Shoot and Loot,Gosnells Story

[Gosnell]

Some of you may not like the slow pace of my dead is dead and i do apologise, but i tend to play slowly and i think its more in keeping with my character not to be commanding a destroyer within a week of stealing a discoverer,plus a lot more fun stuff can happend in a disco than can happen in a boreas,so rng gods prevailing expect low level piracy and scavenging for the time being.

[Gosnell]

Chapter Nine Prelude
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Right listen up pilots,I need 2 pilots who know how to fly ships in the right direction.
Ships currently available:

Jaguar(currently refitting)

Discoverer(currently reffiting)

Please do not apply if you have prior expierience in biting the hand that feeds you.
Pay:It wont cost you a penny

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[Nathancros]

hahaha i prefer low level piracy and scavanging

ill take the jaguar


Name:Wingnut
Race:paranid*but says hes a terran*

this is the guy i had on triaxx2's story but he 'killed' himself docking
hes bat@%T insane, absolutly off his head, but not on drugs*tho likes the weed and alco*,

Good luck!
oh and shipname "what?"

[Gosnell]

The Jag is yours Nathan,interesting a paranid who wants to be terran I will leave the backstory up to you if you wish to explore it ,I think i can have fun with this though good choice.
Also Pilots in my employ will recieve naming rights to their(MINE DONT FORGET IT OR ITS SPACE WALK IN A SQUASH MINEFIELD TIME)ships
But maybe something along the lines of Identity crisis ect,but its completely up to you.

[Kirlack]

Oooh, sign up opportunities!

Name: Neol 'Bastu' Jerigan
Race: Argon
Ship name: 'Crash Test'
Backstory: What, you wanna know where I'm from? I'm a frakking pirate you numbskull, wossit matter? Besides, that kinda info costs cred, and I reckon you ain't got enough. ( )

\o/

[Nathancros]

The Jag is yours Nathan,interesting a paranid who wants to be terran I will leave the backstory up to you if you wish to explore it ,I think i can have fun with this though good choice.
Also Pilots in my employ will recieve naming rights to their(MINE DONT FORGET IT OR ITS SPACE WALK IN A SQUASH MINEFIELD TIME)ships
But maybe something along the lines of Identity crisis ect,but its completely up to you.

oh nonononon he doesnt want to be a terran, he truly beleive/thinks that he is a terran, nothing you can say will change that , and you have fun with it

ship name? "What?"
no seriously thats his callsign "what?" huh? what what? what not? WHAT!?
guaranteed to drive ur guy NUTS or ur money back NOT guaranteed

Enjoy!

[Gosnell]

Chapter 9/ Part 1 (Its 3am here and i have a lot left to write)
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Well today has certainly been an interesting day, I think looking out an exceptionally cracked windscreen at the Discoverer and Jaguar on the flanks of my ship.I am still not quite sure whether I should class today as disaster or a good day.Lets see I nearly died twice,1 bounty was stolen,3 ships I was going to relieve of their owners ended up being more trouble than they were worth,I gained 3 ships, lost 1 ,found some loot, got chased, got lost , have 1 delusional Paranid with aspergers and one old school pirate who screams dodgy more than a split offering a free taxi rides for borons, now in my gang and lets not forget I need a new windscreen and fast..... but first I need a goram drink.

Let me see if I remember events correctly.

After killing the terran party boy my blood was up so I decided to go get a drink at the local trade stations bar..Its not the first time I killed someone and it sure as hell wont be the last, but it still worth pausing for a moment afterwards to contemlate life and futures, while sipping some whiskey,its that moment that seperates folk from being a gun for hire and a psychopath.There is another reason to go for a drink after a fight, People would have heard the story of the fight, some people will buy you drinks, others will take notice, and a few will see an opurtunity.Thus a new contact gave me another Bounty mission.This time a paranid pirate that murdered some teladis baby in revenge for the teladi undercutting him on a convoy attack job.

Off I set, finding my mark in Empire Mines,It should have been quite easy. All he was flying was a Harrier Hauler, low shielding,and only a single I.R.E., Turns out this paranid was an ex fleet fighter pilot.I will give the arrogant basterd this,he new how to fly, after 10 minutes of stripping each others shields in strafing runs, neither of us had the upper hand,I was seriously starting to consider hightailing it out of there,when I remembered a crate I had liberated fronm that weed addicts hull, a mosquito.Now mosquitos are the equivalent to a large firework,most it would do is scorch a sheilded hull,However I had a plan,Lining up for another strafing run I hit the stick, flying dead on, both of us playing chicken, waiting to vear left and right respectively,as I got within 900m, I hit the trigger, my ire fire crossing his volley at 300m, my shots striking dead centre on his cockpit his volley striking just to the left of my right power coupling,knocking it out ,my shields strenth plummetted to zero, at 50m apart I hit the left thrust slightly bringing my ships nose slightly closer to the trajectory of his riight wing, then side by side I hit the launch button my mosquito screamed out striking the rear of his ship sending it cartwheeling sideways just missing hte nose my discoverer,I swerved around, observing the damage, the paranid ship was in a bad way, barely moving.Lining up behind I hit the trigger again ,my shots striking the main engine causing the power core to overheat blowing the ship asunder.

Job done,and I checked my discoverer

"Computer damage report please"

"CAPTAIN SHIP INTEGRITY 87% PERCENT"

"SHIP SYSTEMS STABLE"

"RIGHT POWER COUPLING OVERHEATED ADJUSTING COOLANT LEVELS TO BRING BACK ONLINE"

"COMPUTER WORKING AT FULL CAPACITY AND WITH NO HOLES.... LOGS SUGGEST PILOT DID A SUFFICIENT JOB...."

"Saved your god damn silicon more like", I muttered as I checked the local broadcasts.Some factory owner was offering about 4000c to help him beat off a pirate raiding patrol.Seemed like an oprtunity,I quickly located my targets a harrier and a discoverer vanguard,both making a beeline to the factory,I set an intercept course that would put me in their path at 3km directly in front,once in position I cut the engines and waited, the harrier came through firstat 1.5 km i hit the acellerator and opened fire cutting through his shields in seconds,,surprisingly he then decided to chat.

"Boron is sorry action offended, I leave ship"

What the hell,Is that a space suit I see before me,
Roaring past the now pilotless harrier I continued straight at the discoverer which was now at 400m and closing, sadly my energy levels were in the red,swerving hard left I cut engines again as the disco raced past, Thinking quickly and engaging the engine i swung around bringing my I.R.E to bear on his rear,stripping most of its shields.Sadly my I.R.E fire distracted the pilo, t he never saw it coming(well in stationary orbit) till it was to late...,straight into the docking clamp of the factory, its freight crane ripping the top half of the ship off, and exposing the poor pilot to the void.Turning around I located the Harrier and took control of its console remotely,checking its frieght manifest i saw some pretties for myself lets see a triplex scanner and 2 Ires,I quickly eva'd over to the harrier and unpluged the ire and the scanner carrying them back to "Taking the Piss", then ordering computer to issue a binary instruction for it to make its way to the Cloudbase south east's Shipyard.Hell now i can see most of the damn sector.

The factory manager then tried to stiff me on payment told me his docking bay was ruined,I told him my apologies but if he would care to look down he will see a very large kitchen knife in my right hand,He might also want to consider what it would feel like to be half gutted then strapped to the nose of my ship.Seeing my point he got his credit transfer device,all the time calling me an unwashed(which was technically true)goram unbeliever(also true).

Payment extracted,and I headed off, back into argon space.When all of a sudden.

"CAPTAIN"

THE HARRIERS COMPUTER HAS STOPPED TRANSPONDING,LAST LOGS INDICATE,SHIP INTEGRITY UNDER EXTREME HEAT STRESS,CLOSEST SHIP IN VICINITY FLAGGED AS HOSTILE MAMBA RAIDER"
"LOGS INDICATE 98%PROBABILLITY SHIP WAS DESTROYED"

"LOGS INDICATE THAT PILOTS ARE ADVISED TO PROVIDE ESCORTS TO DAMAGED OR UNDEREQUIPPED SHIPS....."

[Nathancros]

oh dear, profits gone.

there will be a reckoning?

[Gosnell]

Chapter 9/Part 2
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Motherf@@@er...I yelled looking at the last transmit logs from the harrier.
"Computer...I want you to log the mamba raiders Id to core memory banks"

"YES CAPTAIN,..SYSTEMS LOGS HAVE BROUGHT UP AN OLD EARTH SAYING "BOLTING THE BARN DOORS AFTER THE HORSE HAS FLED"

Heading north to Ringo moon and I picked up another distressed factory owner facing iminent destruction,I mean really these guys, they fork out upwards of a million credits,hire a highly skilled workforce,then scrimp on the security budget.I remember 20 years ago when most stations had a security squadron permanently parked in the hanger.Heading over and i engaged the 2 ships,A discover and a discover hauler,The hauler was first up sweeping low under the stations arches I met him on his downward strafing run and sent a controlled burst of ire fire into his face,then locked on his rear and pummelled him till he blew.Then swinging around I looked for the Discover it was 3 km away targeting the upper decks of the cattle ranch,bringing my gun to bear on his 3 o clock I fired His shields buckling under the fire....

"BLOODY HELL MATE...here take the damn thing,I aint dying,for some argnu cows"

Well bugger me another bail,Ok this time I aint losing a ship.Doing a quick eva over I got computer to seize control of its interface,no real frieght aside from some magazine called Getsu Grandma's (trust me this shit was disturbing),doing a quick fix to its externals and engine I order it to go to Cloud base south easts shipyard while i follow it at 1 km.Once docked I consider my options.
Sell it:Make a decent profit maybe sell "Taking the piss" aswell,get a transport to the surface and live well for a year or two.

Keep it:THinking about it there is a lot of plus'es to that ,In the last 3 days I have made roughly 269000c,I can outrun the law and I literally have a universe in which to hide,and also maybe with one or two guys helping me I could really make a go of this bounty hunting lark.

Undocking From the station, I double checked my cargo bay I decided to purchase a frieght scanner and a mineral scanner,and one last ire bringing my armaments to full capacity,Yup life of a bounty hunter for now. I scanned the local bounty board,hmmm this looks promising.

Target: Zppt'hat(Split male)
Location: Empire Mines
Armed:Most definately
Flying:Elite
Pay:74986c

Heading off I hit full throttle,as I entered empire mines however I saw what looke like a white cloud surrounding my target and my target seemed a little perturbed by it as i got closer I realised why,behind the white cloud was Deimos paranid military frigate,and that white cloud was emanating from its turrets,It was the first time I had witness a phased shockwave generator in action,Unfortunately it was doing my job for me the elite getting slower and slower till pop....

Well thats nice isnt it,Im just a hard working stiff trying to get by and do the few jobs that come my way, when some overpaid military ponce decides to do for free ,what i should have got paid 70000c for,I mean you have a job jackass,do I go and tell you how to fight the Terrans or the xenon or the pink insects noooo, so dont go showing me how to do mine....Bah Heading further into the sector I decide to play with my new toy scanning ships as they went past,when a Perseus Frieght Transport suddenly went from blue to red on my system computers,Oh Frak...He must have tought I was a cop ,screaming away from me he headed north.

This may be an opurtunity,double checking my scan of his ship it revealed.
1 THUNDERBOLT
1 DRAGONFLY
1 FIRELANCE
1 PULSED BEEM EMITER
1 25MJ SHIELD
Now realistically I dont stand a chance in hell of taking him down but,he hadnt noticed the Deimos at the north gate the one he iwas now less than 4 km from,One word crossed my mind LOOT.
Yup ,there go's that white cloud again,However this is where it went wrong A perseus is a lot slower than my ship, while following him I had been running at max speed,when the deimos started to fire I was 2 km behind him by the time I realised my danger,I was 400m behind by the time I pulled a u-turn I was on the periphany of the Shockwave,I am not joking I wet myself a little as the glass of my cockpit stated to crack spectacularly.57% damage to the hull integrity and a somewhat sarcastic computer later and im sat parked trying desperatly to spray cockpit crackfix spray onto my discoverer.

However some good did come of it,the perseus had dropped his missiles.Not the best consolation prize,but a start.

That was too close,I decide its time to head east and north into pirate sectors maybe find Gala and offer him a rocket in exchange for a new windscreen,However moving into paranid prime I get commed by a teladi just off the north gate offering me a jaguar for 6000c,now I tend to be suspicious by nature however I also learnt never look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I lossssstt the paperssssss,but here isssss the keysssss"

"If anyone asssskssss I wasss never here"

Ordering the ship to join the discoverer at the shipyard in CBSE.I need to get to Gala and quick , the windscreen really is screwed.

It went pretty smoothly until olmancketslats treaty,entering the sector I looked at my gravidar display I was getting alot of hits,bringing up the sector scan list and i saw why,holy...shit,thank you santa claus.

1 Hammerhead missile
3 Thunderbolt missiles
2 Tomahawk missiles
30 Energy bolt chaingun amunition
3 Dragonflys

All strewn about the remains of a gate that was destroyed.Dont know what dropped them ,dont care,finders keepers,losers corpses.Flying in i decide to scoop up the most valuable rockets first hell this is worth more that I have at present.Ignoring the ammo crates as they would be harder to sell than the missiles when ....
"ATENTION HOSTILE INBOUND ON VETOR 212 9 BEARING 180~NORTH,6 KM AND CLOSING, ID INDICATES NOVA RAIDER CLASS SHIP"
Of bleedin course,I get a break then someone trys to break me.Abandoning 1 of the tomahawks and the dragonflys iaccelerated away headed towards the north gate and into Bali Gis.

Now I just have to find Gala,Computer that derelict station used to be a microchip fab didnt it.

Well I really only have myself to blame....
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Part three this evening I need to get to know my two pilots

[Gosnell]

Chapter 9/Part 3

Yup..that shell of twisted corridors and burnt station plating, 5km off my port bow, is all that remains of the microchip fab.I just hope that damn boron,sociopath made it clear before it went all explodey.Given this is a pirate run sector probally prudent not to ask the locals for details,pirates are complex individuals,some are close kin to others,others owe close kin money,some are friends, some are not,and a few just dont like questions,and tend to reply in laser fire.
With that in mind, I decided to head south, to the pirate base in Brennans Triumph.

After docking I made my way down into the pleasure deck...wait not what your thinking, I may have the morals of a black widow spider after sex, but I hate slavery the tought of being shackled and forced to do chores ,in both senses of the word, make me more sick than when I use seta,posibly the only redeeming feature I have...Anyway I went there for its sauna room,I have spent the last 4 days flying in a scout ship with a sleeping bag for a bed ,literally a hose in a hole for a toilet,and nothing even resembling a shower or even a washbasin.

So there I was in my designer shorts Letting my pores exfoliate and what not, when an argon in a bikini came in and sat on the bench in front of mine her hair covering the side of her face.
Now I am only argon and well its been a while about 5 years actually,and well my head wasnt in control.

"You should relax and lean back it helps the skin exfoliate more" ,I whispered suavely,noticing her giving a little jump as I spoke.

"Sorry.... I did'nt mean to startle you...Just wanted to get your attention so I could look at your beautiful face and start trying in a vaingloriuos way to charm you and then take you for a drink" I rolled each word off my tongue maintaining a light levity so as not to freak out the girl.

"Not a talker,Damn I guess you do all your flirting with your looks then..come on turn around and give us just a hint of your smile and then I will....."

"Bleedin heck guv,does any girl actually go for that smuck anymore"said the girl turning around revealing a slightly bearded, very male face, the traces of black hair under the fringes of blonde wig.

"What the f@@k"Oh my god I am in one of the ladyboy suanas, I must have taken a wrong turning on my way throught the booths.

"Ok listen I am pretty liberal bu....Um you have three external extensions that Im not into" ,I choked out as i went to get up.

"Dont open the door guv,Please,Im hiding out, aint I"

"Taking my hand off the door,I started to realise the potential gain from this situation.

"Hiding out,that means someone would pay for your whereabouts"I suggested.Noticing his hand reaching slowly towards his towel,a little to slowly and a little to unsubtle,He is unarmed I tought,a bluff ,making what could be construed as a threatening move to put the tought of a knife into my mind,to make me compliant,Yeah bad move son I started to grin.

"Ok Mister....?"

"Jerigan,Neol Jerrigan,"

"Ok mister Jerrigan,3 things could happen 2 will definately hapen,Firstly we are both going to admit we are unarmed and that aside from some ridculously over priced swimwear and I am hoping a pair of shorts and your towel in your case the only weapons we have are our swinging cods"

He looked at me made a non comittal smiled and nodded his hands assuming a slightly more relaxed pose....

"Secondly we could fight and know doubt it would be interesting but well yeah know Im just not in the mood to murder a fourthand in your case potential bounty, today".

Realization dawned on his face I wasnt some cheap pleasure addict, I was a bounty hunter,good job I have a scar from a stray guitar string on my left jaw ,to add to my I will kill you for credits look.If only he new.

"Your going to tell me your story,and why I shouldnt call for station security to come down here,because I am impressed by a man, who is willing to wear a bikini,he is a resourceful man.


Turns out Neol is something of a pirate, ladies man, and chronic gambler In the course of his travels he ended up here on this station,In a game of 21 he only goes and loses his Mamba and ends up in debt to the station boss,The married and with a beautiful daughter station boss.Somehow Neol got himself seduced by the mother,and then the daughter within 30 hours of each other, having special time with both,until that is the mother missed her period and then to top it all off the daughter did aswell,the daughter completely infatuated at this stage decides to tell her father and mother ,the mother in a ft of anger let it be known she too was in love with Neol,of course the station boss went completely apeshit and ordered neol found and brought to the toolshop for a special electric sandpaper threatment for his nymphomania.

Now I can be cruel very cruel,but this poor guy had been through enough and lets not forget he had expierience as a fighter pilot,I decided to offer him a job,I do need a pilot and well this one will come owing me a debt.

"Mister Jerrigen"

"I will help you off this station,I will give you a ship all I want in return is a wingman to help me in combat,Its only a disco for now but something tells me we will have you in a mamba soon"

"why,why not just dobb me in and take some money whats in it for you guv?"

"Like I said I need resourceful people"

And like you said, info cost creds and you aint got enough i thinkl

Now first things first we need to get you a costume,There is no way even the most incompetant member of this stations thugs for hire would think your a girl"

"You did guv"

I told Neol to wait inside,while I left I thin khe still expected me to dobb him in but with no other options he stayed put.Pretty soon I found what I needed.

Say hello to Sister Neolla of the gosnell missionary program...Sorry friend she is deaf mute and cannot speak......,May getsu give you peace my brothers.....,no I didnt see a blacked haired argon male Officer,.......I shall say five hail marys for his safe capture....Alas she may not reveal her face to the unbaptised,or the lord shall smite this station unto oblivion.....

Neol you know you really make quite sexy nun...

Frak you guv...And thanks
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Assets
Discoverer "Taking the piss"
Discoverer
Jaguar

Pilots
Neol Jerrigen(bastu)

234678C

1xCatholic nun outfit
1xCatholic priest outfit

[Gosnell]

Nathan I promise i will introduce Wing nut in the next chapter,I have something lined up shall we say.

And Kirlack if you wish to write a backstory for neol please do, hint hint,And I am imagining your guy as a cockney geezer at present hope this is ok.

[Nathancros]

its kk mate i enjoyed the chapter again


keep up the awesome work

[Kirlack]

Personal Log: Neol 'Bastu' Jerigan.

So I'm 'idin' out on this 'ere station when this frakkin' numbskull manages to both blow my cover an' offer me a job as 'is wingman. Good thing too seein' as the ol' station master wanted me 'ead on a plate. Well, I can't 'elp if I'm a good lookin' guy and the ladies wan' a piece now can I? Shame they were 'is wife an' daughter though...

Anywho, I gots me a ship to fly. A disco. Frakkin' thing. Last time I 'ad to fly one o' them paper airplanes I were escapin' the prison boys. Yeah, the ones what woulda 'ad my bastu.

*scuffle* Get your goram 'ands offa me you... *thunk*

'Ere, Guv? I reckon we need to go...

End Log.

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GOSNELL, I hope this is in keeping with your vision of Neol. I think it'll be easier to write logs with the occasional hint than write a full backstory. If it doesn't fit though let me know and I'll change/remove as needed.

[Gosnell]

Nice job Kirlack,Its what I had in mind, whatever way you wish to write is fine and if any of the pilots want to write backstorys,or perspective please do.To be honest this is the first time I have written anything in 8 years,so I am just happy some people are reading it.
Thanks

[Gosnell]

Chapter 9/Part 4
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It had been going great, Pirates can be a very religious bunch on ocassion, mostly when the their ship is about to go all melty.I swear we could have passed around a collection plate and turned a handsome profit.Then just as we were about to board the discoverer, some ape of a split, reeking of spacefuel, decided to fondle sister noella.I am not quite sure if the split was more stunned by Neols punch or by what he had just grabbed.

"Get your goram 'ands offa me you..."Growled Neol sending and uppercut into the splits face,sending him staggering back into a cart of spacefuel bottles,the whole case crashing to the floor with an ungodly sound.Within seconds I heard multiple blasters powering up,"Oh frak"

"Ere, Guv? I reckon we need to go..."

"Ya think",I yelled....,get in the cargo bay,its ok I have just bought life support systems,I need to see if they work anyway"

"Oh bloody hell"Neol roared as he dived into the cargo bay space under the main cockpit.Laser fire striked the frame of the ship as I vaulted the side and crashed into the pilot seat,Hitting the accelerator,The ship sped off towards the hanger doors,flying clear of the stationI pointed the ships nose dead centre for the north gate,Looking down at my sector map I started to have a coronary,every goram ship in the sector had turned red and all were headed right at me.For once lady luck had her chips on me though, the northern passage was clear.

I decided to hightail it out of pirate space for the time being, I just realised that I had put myself in a very messy position, alot of my contacts are pirates,or dodgy folk, now no doubt most wont give a damn about some cuckhold of a station, boss but they might start to give a damn about any bounty placed on us, I really had'nt tought of the bigger picture, "look before you help" gosnell thats your problem, just rushing in damn it.I suppose I do have some options, A station boss is only lord and master of his patch of backwater space, if I could get on the good side of a more powerful,and influential one well that may remove any threat.
Frak I need to find out how bad this is, Having said that this Neol...Oh crap.

"Computer switch on comm link to cargo bay........Neol.....Neol,are you there"

"Of course Im bleedin here,where the frak the did you think I was, I can,t exactly pop outside for a ciggy can I, oh and yeah ye bloody life support works,but could you explain to me what Getsu Grandmas is all about, Im surprised ye cracked on to me in the suana,Im at least 30 years too young, that stuff is bloody sick"

"That belonged to one of the pilo....."I croaked

"Sure it does...Bleedin wierdo"

"Computer for the love of god cut comms"I snapped

"YES CAPTAIN"
I swear it had a smirk in her processes at that moment.

Heading west I made the decision to head to the trade station in Antigone memorial,docking I released Neol from the cargo bay and asked him to follow me into the bar,a bar that turned out to be full of argon fleet officers,Even worse drunk and singing war songs fleet officers.Well the last time I ran into a bunch of drunk pilots, I got a discoverer free gratis ,cant hurt to take a peek,Finding a secluded corner me and Neol(who kept casting me disgusted looks)sat down,as I spent the next five minutes trying to explain the crates eventually getting too the point where I was showing him the transport logs and the computer readout of the cargo bay,even this didnt truely satsify him though.

"Why bring it to your ship then,why not leave it in the other ,explain that guv"

"Honestly... I know a guy in Nopileos who may have an inclination for strange pornography,I was going to try and sell it to him" Even I felt some shame as I said it.
(Ok I know selling geriatric porn is not the most reputable lines of work but Im an opurtunist and lets not forget a former pirate)

Changing the subject,I brought up about our working arangement He would take the second discover at Cloud base south east and act as my wingman, under the call sign crash test(dont know why he wanted that name, I will have to ask him sometime).As we were chatting, I noticed a Paranid had entered the bar,and was making a beeline for the unocupied band stage.The navy patrons had noticed too.Many had stopped singing a few looked anoyed,Paranid and Argons dont exactly like each other especially the navys, disputes over right of way at gate entrances had been known to degenerate into tommahawk throwing contests.At present the entire commonwealth was meant to be united against the burgeoning Terran threat,and increase in xenon activity,In the presence of high ranking officers maybe they would play nice not here on some backwater trading station.

The Paranid started to climb onto the stage and now turned to face the crowd removing his cloak, this was strange though the paranid was wearing normal human clothes a pair of ridicuously tight Jeans and a black t-shirt, with giant letters proclaiming I love the Torus stenciled on the front.

Either this was an interesting form of entertainment the landlord had laid on or this place was about to turn into an episode of Jero Springer,And looking at the frantically worried barstaff Im going with the door number 2.

" ARGON PILOTS, I WISH TO MAKE AN ANOUNCEMENT" Drawled the paranid in a very argonian farming drawl.

"Today is a sad day, Today is day of anguish and of sorrow"
Looking around I saw the look of confusion on a few of the argon pilots faces.

"Wait... neol what day is this"

Realisation dawned on me,Oh frak

"TODAY IS THE DAY THAT BITCH SAYA KHO BLEW UP THE TORUS KILLING THOUSANDS OF INOCENT TERRANS,THE DAY YOU BASTERDS DECIDED TO ATTACK THE PEACEFUL TERRAN PEOPLE"

The rest is as they say the stuff of legend,First, the nearest argonians to the paranid picked up their chairs and charged forward,The paranid dropping low and snapping a kick into the face of the lead argon sending him tumbling into his mates,2 more made it onto the stage only to be met by a swinging guitar into the face,1 more had crept up behind him though and landed a blow with a brass drum head onto the paranids head,At this moment a group of split and paranid pilots had entered the bar, and of cour seeing what looked very much like a lone paranid getting a beating from a room ful of argons,they charged forward smashing into the argons from the left.
I have seen alot of bar fights this was the bloody best though,absolute anarchy.I saw 2 split literally throw and argon like a battering ram into the bar,his head smashing throughthe wood panelling,a paranid had a bottle of tequila smashed over his head then.Then to top it all off 3 borons walked in,It wasnt pretty a mass of tentacles rising briefly above the tumult.
Despite enjoying this alot I realize that the argons were losing and given that me and neol fell into that category,I decided to make a a retreat,Slipping quietly to the side,we edge our way out the side door,into the storage corridor behind the bar,just as we stepped out I tripped over a crouched figure.
The Paranid who had started all this,in his hands the small storage safe normally kept behind the bar for till change.

"Son of a gun"I realized quickly what had just gone down,laughing to myself..

"Back off argon,Or I swear I will kill you" Groaned the Paranid,I noticed his right leg was bleeding badly,his head was a mess of blood aswell.

"You have to be frakking nuts,my god you are a crazy son of a paranid"

"What did you just call me,I aint no stinking paranid holy roller,Im terran,ya hear me terran"He screamed a dangerously feral look entering his eyes,a very feral look"

"Ok terran...His eyes slid out of focus,his torso slumping slowly over his leg.
"Neol go down to the trading bay get some alchohol and bandages maybe some heavy paracetamol if you can and bring them to my ship."

"Guv. ....really this lunatic is insane"

"Yeah but insane enough to pick a fight with at least 20 argons,Have a split/paranid group arrive at a most convienient time ,make his escape and pinch the bar float now hurry up"

Carrying the wounded paranid down to the discoverer,I found Neol waiting(A good sign I tought to myself,He could have run,interesting)Once on board I started to treat the paranid.

I had decided to strap him down for the time being,and woke him up with some spacefuel to the nose...


"WHAT"

"What yeah do that for,how bad are the other guys,It is the first time i had ever seen a paranid smile,an infectious smile.

"Right listen up,Whats your name?"

"Wingnut"

"Ok..um... Wingnut,We are not going to hurt you ,and we are not going to rob you"

"Then why the frak am I tied to a bench"

"Well and i do mean this in a nice way... You appear to be a little unhinged,resourceful but unhinged"

"Oh and I suppose your friggin Freuds Great great god damn grandson"

"Your going to give me therapy tell me i have sexual toughts about my mom"

"Well the guv does have some funny magazines"quipped neol, glancing at the magazine box.Ignoring it with a dangerous glare in neols direction

"No actually your going to tell me your story and and then if I might let you fly a Jaguar,You see Ilike resourceful people and you ...Wingnut appear to be resourceful"

A few drinks,and a trip to Cloud base south east later and There Iwas looking out my window at my ships.Isighed a hell of a day.

I need a goram Drink
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ASSETS
Discoverer "Taking the piss"
Discoverer "Crash test"
Jaguar "What"

Pilots
Neol batsu Jerrigen
Wingnut

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[Nathancros]

once again i am BLOWN away by the writers on this forum!

u like scion, like triaxx2 and MOTB managed to get my character not just like i wanted him, but oh so much better
*Tips hat* i'm in awe

very very VERY good chapter one hell of a way to make money

and i suppose u'd like me to give wingnut a story..

uh oh... didnt think him up with a story in mind. he lives day 2 day. ill throw occasional posts in. but nothing from him will be.. intelligent?

[Kirlack]

Personal Log: Neol 'Bastu' Jerigan.

It's a funny ol' 'verse ya know? Me dear ol' ma, Gunne bless her soul, she used to say to me "Son, it takes all sorts to make the worlds turn"

Turns out she were right.

First up, the Guv'nor. 'e denies it o' course, but 'e's one sick frak. Serious now, 'e 'ad this filth called "Gestu Grannies" in 'is cargo bay. So not only were I tryin' not to crack me skull as we were getting offa that pirate station, I were tryin' not to throw up me last meal. Filth. Makes me right glad me ol' Ma ain't wit' us no more. She probably woulda been the centrefold...

Then there's this Gunne-be-damned, crazier than thou frakkin' Paranid...Wingnut. Except 'e's convinced 'e's Terran. Truth told I dunno what to make o' that. I wouldn't usually give a 'nid the time 'o day, but 'e at least made me laugh some. 'Specially when 'e started ravin' about us blowin' up sommat called the "Torus" and bangin' on 'bout the "peaceful Terran people". Clearly 'e ain't never been beyond the 'roid Belt. I 'ave. I know 'em for the warmongerin' scum they really are.

I tell ya, crazy.

So anyway, the 'verse is full o' crazies. Not that I didn't know that to begin wit'. Now I gotta work for one and wit' anuvver.

The Guv were at least good 'nough to buy me a brew and a decent steak once we 'it Antigone. He shot a wierd look at me when I tells him what I wanna call me ship though.

Hur hur hur.

I'll tell 'im the 'ole story if 'e ever asks.

End Log.

[Nathancros]

Bloody argons. high and mighty. DESTROYED THE TORUS THE FRAKKIN BASTARDS!!! thought id give them a little revenge..

Bunch of Splitin n Holy rollers CRASHED MY PARTY!!!!

Oh well i still got my present*caresses moneyfloat*
there there dear, daddy has you now..

woke down. not up... woke up tied DOWN, we all spin round and roouuuuund wooooooooo*head hits floor*, gah, why floor do such a thing?*punchs floor* bad floor!

am now working for dirty argon with dirty magazines..

and he calls ME crazy??? ME!? Even I dont have magazines like that.. ohhhhh Getsufune grandma's.. maybe i do?

nah i definitly do!, Where you been all ma time!!

*babbles incoherently for up to 10 minutes*

wait this is still on? oh shit!
*smashs recorder*



hope you dont mind my guys insanity, i seem to be able to go into his head rather well...

tho i really wish i didnt

[Gosnell]

Thanks for the support guys.Kirlack I like the last post thanks for the contribution.

Oh and I will be needing another Pilot,Preferably a split,hey I am an equal opurtunity employer.

Any volunteers [/quote]

[Nathancros]

if you want i can give you some more characters

tho it would be awesome if we get more sacrific--- i mean supporters!