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justicereigns) wrote2018-11-29 05:31 am
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Demo: a Port of Call Destination
The planet is on the cruise course for a vacation trip, though Smoker doesn't know, or care, why. Maybe the Orange Emperor made a deal. Maybe the cruise ship people actually thought it was a good vacation spot. Smoker doesn't care. His is not to question why, his is to do or die. He should probably stay on the ship and make sure they aren't arbitrarily ambushed or attacked by pirates, or whatever other nonsense of the week. But his investigator instincts are prickling. Something interesting is down there, he can just feel it. Besides, they can always call him if things get too heavy without him.
So down he pops, Billower Bike with him, as always.
So down he pops, Billower Bike with him, as always.
Again, I do not have icons for most of these characters, I am sorry
It had been awhile since the supply sergeant really got to open up a hawg, and the new bike still needed to be broken in. The man was on the large side, and had his arms exposed, mostly because he complained he couldn't move with sleeves on. His jumpsuit was a black that almost shone, like wonderfully soft velvet. He had shoulders on it, and his sergeant stripes were on his shoulder, along with his company insignia - a checkered red and black diamond behind a grinning skull that was wearing a jester's belled cap at a jaunty angle. He had his side arms attached to his belt, and a rather nasty bit of work in terms of fire arms in his side car. He'd left his usual partner back at base, something that would get him in trouble if the Cap ever found out. But sometimes a man just needed his bike, a wide stretch of road, and his own thoughts.
But there was one thing Chocolate Harry could never miss. The sound of another bike, any sort of other bike. With a grin, he checked that his larger weapon was secured so that no one could sweep it out of the sidecar, and then he headed for the other engine, revving his loudly in greeting.
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Although he's a little disappointed to be so far from civilization, he really needs to get better at mapping his transmat beams.
But just waves a single hand in greeting to the other. "Yo." A polite nod.
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Not that he wanted to use it. Half the fun of meeting another rider was trash talk, and it was hard to do that with the other guy unable to move or speak, but he wasn't getting caught out here with his throat slit neither. No sir. Harry was, contrary to popular opinion, careful when he gambled. Was why he was in the half of the company that wasn't either in hock up to their eyeballs or in deep to Rev. Harry didn't gamble unless the odds were stacked in his favor with money, he sure wasn't about to play fast and lose with his life, or worse, his hawg.
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"How far from the rest of... whatever, am I anyway?"
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"Nah, just me. I snuck out instead of trying to attend black tie dinner affairs -- Captain's table and all that crap." A sigh. "Tell me about Zenobia? I didn't see it on my desk." Which was already cluttered as heck between tour route destinations and planets NOT brought into the alliance. Yet.
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