Role-Play Indigo Frey

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  1. Doc

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    The engineer caught the flattened metal deftly with the swipe of a hand, plucking them from the air as they spun. The corner of his mouth turned upward. "If I'm playin' delivery boy, we'll call the change my tip." He looked down at the coins she'd given him once she'd gone, rolling one back across his knuckles before pocketing the lot of them and following suite - snatching his jacket along the way and draping it back over a shoulder, its worn blue hem trailing behind like a cape.

    Where she'd turned left, he went right - the silver buckles of his ebon boots offering a gentle click with each step he took across the dockyard. While the others would likely make themselves at home in Innocent's cozier districts, Shades was nothing if not a port-rat. For him, there was nothing more welcoming the scorched aroma of a cigarette and the bitter sting of a mouthful of whiskey. He could practically hear the bar calling his name. His fingers moved to the fag between his lips, raising it from where it sat and knocking the ash from its tip.
     
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    It was hot on Mars today. Dusty too... Hot and dusty and the food at the diner was sub par, but still Sparrow was happy. Less than an hour ago he had been on a ship with governmental company that he didn't care for. They could have easily ordered that the ship been returned to earth or forced to dock on some government ship in orbit. Who knows how long they could have kept him off Mars under some bullshit pretense. He would still have to keep a low profile for a couple days, but soon enough he would be able to get the code he needed and finish his job.

    He looked down and tapped the screen of a device mounted to his wrist. It was an unimposing enough looking device, looking like a pretty standard wrist mounted communication device, but Conner was a man who put a lot of stock into his tech...

    After a few moments he pushed the remains of his food across the bar and walked up to pay, wondering what the hell he could do to fill the next couple days in this place...
     
  3. Paladin_girl

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    The dust had cloaked itself across the captain's boots and shoulders, grimy and dark. She had half a mind to be intrigued, to wonder why something so red could become so sooty and ugly.

    The slinger grinned, her teeth grazing the cigarette that sat there. The air even smelt stale.

    LaCroix stopped moving, her eyes finally flicking into focus as the silhouette of a group became starkly visible.

    Philips and the Firestar crew. That explained the smell.

    The same crew that Frey was attempting to get away from Phobos.

    The captain groaned.

    'Hope you got paid today.' Philips' smile could have charmed angels. If it wasn't so burnt. Or covered in bandages. LaCroix wondered which was from her with love.

    And guns. Lots of guns.

    'Maybe,' LaCroix replied, Losing to me seems to have cramped your style. Are you here to apologise or is Phiwip still feeling a boo-boo to his ego?'

    A diner wasn't too far. The window would be enough to break and jump through.

    The bar was closer – and had a lot of peopl-

    No, no... those days were over. Absolutely.

    LaCroix raised her arms. 'We could talk about this. It's the wrong place t-'

    There was the sound of gunfire.

    And LaCroix found herself hiding behind a group of emptying barrels.

    It would be, what some would call, a situation.
     
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    Johnathan had just finished his mediocre diner meal when he first heard the gunshots. He was confused at first but the window shattering near his head woke him up enough to cause a curse to escape his lips as he dove to the ground, knocking his table to the floor with him. Streaks stayed behind his table for several moments, trying to gauge the location of the gunfight and the level of safety he would find in moving across the floor. He gripped the edges of the table and dragged it roughly across the diner until he was at the shattered window. The table was left leaning against the wall as he stood slightly and looked out cautiously. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw LaCroix crouched behind some quickly deteriorating barrels a short distance from the diner. Before the ship captain could stop himself he had lifted a plate from a nearby table and thrown it frisbee style at the scarred man that appeared to be in charge.

    He cursed himself fiercely but knew there was no going back now. As soon as the plate left his hand he jumped to his full high and shouted at the men, "Dirty bastards! Show some style, this ain't the damn old west. Only retarded people have shootouts in the open in the damn middle of the day!"
     
  5. Paladin_girl

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    The response was a barrage of bullets cascading in the man's direction. His description of their mental behaviour however, was not unfounded, as the gunfire seemed to hit everything but the person that they were aiming for.

    LaCroix cursed under her breath, patting her form for anything that could puncture a hole. Her fingers brushed across the ends of a handle and without a second thought, pulled it out, ready with her finger on the trigger-

    If she could find it.

    She looked down her arm and groaned, the distant light of the sun shining gleefully on the knife's metalwork.

    She glanced upwards to find Philip keeled over in pain, holding his face in his hands with an agonised growl thundering from his throat. She couldn't help but grin at the shattered plate on the ground, but the amusement could only last so long.

    'Hey! We found the bitch!'

    LaCroix yelled, the incoherence in her voice bellowing from her stomach, the six-inch knife sent screaming towards the origin of her huntsman's voice. Judging by the grunt, that was one down. She scrambled from the barrels, rampaging across the dusty ground, the gunfire barely catching her heels. Getting caught by hollowpoints was not her ideal way to go. She jumped quickly into the diner, crumpling to the ground with a mutter.
     
  6. Dolentrean

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    Sparrow hadn't taken flight at the sound of the gunfire... not for lack of trying mind you. Conner had jumped behind the first bit of shelter he could find when he heard the sudden bursts of gunfire. In his case it was a set of dumpsters set outside the diner.

    Of all the bad luck... He had figured his transport getting boarded by feds had been bad enough, but this... icing on the fucking cake. Of course for a moment he thought the bullets might have been meant for him, but deep down he knew that was ridiculous, locally the only people who would want him out of commission was the law, and he knew full well they had no idea what his business on Mars was, not to mention they didn't tend to open fire blindly on hackers. Still... it was a fear for someone who worked in any shady sector of the market.

    He didn't even have his gun, he figured it would just complicate things trying to bring a gun off world, considering he had booked legitimate transport and had no real reason to fly under the radar... not the the gun would have done him any good.

    So, instead of thrilling heroics and daring gun play, Conner hunched behind the dumpsters, instinctively flinching at each time he heard a bullet strike something metallic.
     
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    Streaks cursed and ducked back inside the building before the bullets tore into him. If he had waited even a second longer he might have been dead at that moment. His heart was racing and his breath seemed stuck in his throat. It took him a few moments to force his body to move, by that time LaCroix came flying through the shattered window and crumbled to the floor. He quickly crawled over to her to see if she was alive or dead. His mind registered the curve of her body curiously, wondering if she had been that attractive when he had spoken to her on the ship, but he didn't mention it out loud. "Hey," he poked her shoulder, glancing fearfully at the window, realizing all too late there was a chance the men would follow her inside, "Hey, woman. If you're still alive, now might be a damn good time to move. We gotta get da hell outta here."
     
  8. Paladin_girl

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    An arm instantly beat the man to the ground, a retracted fist in his face following quickly afterwards with LaCroix's enraged face just behind it. On recognising Streaks, the captain lurched back with a groan, rubbing the back of her head, a patch of blood matting her palm.

    'Christ, it's only you. Got a gun?'

    Outside, the conglomerate of Philip's crew had started to grow around the diner, nearing towards it. By the dumpster, the captain growled, battering his fist against the side of the metal lump.

    'You could just gimme the money for damages, LaCroix! Or you really wanna pay me back the hard way? Me and the boys'd be happy to oblige!'
     
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    "Sunnava!" Streaks exclaimed roughly as he collapsed backwards on the diner floor, clutching his bleeding nose. He rolled around for several seconds, cursing as he flailed, before sitting up and glaring at LaCroix with moisture-ringed eyes. The bitch had a hell of a punch. "Oh yea, got a real nice one, 'cept, it fires plates insteada bullets, see? Which is exactly why your buddy out there took one to da face." His voice was sour as he pulled his hand away to examine the blood that stained his palm before growling in frustration, "Of course I don't have a got'damn gun! Woulda shot the prick if I did. Bloody fine day not to pack it. Stupid carry laws."
     
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    'My buddy?' LaCroix peered over the edge of the mottled window frame, eyeing the damage done by Streaks' home-made “gun”. No sorrow in the world could wipe the half-moon that grew on her face as she observed the everlasting dent on Philip's nose that now bled profusely. Glancing aside, she observed a figure, ducking behind the bins. With a frown, she wondered whether the lingering buffoon was one of Philips or just a casual bystander. It probably didn't matter. Her fingers traced the edge of a ketchup-tinged saucer before a strange whistle mollied through the air.

    The closer it came, the more alarm it caused for Philip and his cronies. It was a noise that they knew well. The lights that dusked over them all came from a floating vehicle in the sky, harsh and blue. Something cold unceremoniously graced her cheek. Well, at least there was a gun. A security guard's.

    'Hands up!'

    LaCroix grumpily rose her hands. Typical. Just bloody typical. 'Yesiree, the adventure never stops. It wasn't us, we didn't start it, yadda-yadda...'

    'Be quiet. You're violating our local peace laws, so you're hereby eligible for questioning under...'

    The captain ignored the ramblings, instead turning to see Philip's fleeing hide just turning a corner. She slumped back, resting her head against the sill. Damn it.
     
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    Streaks cursed more, rubbing his bleeding nose irritably before complying with the command and raising his hands above his head. Just perfect! He growled inwardly as the words thundered through his mind. This day was turning out to be one of the worst in a while and it didn't look like it was going to get any better any time soon. His thoughts wandered sourly back to the warning he had just received earlier about not stopping on Mars. He should've listened, now he'd be lucky if he made the mission on time and got paid. He'd catch hell from his men for this one for sure. His eyes traveled over LaCroix slowly before adverting quickly. He didn't want to get punched again, but it was hard not to reexamine the woman he had just risked life and career for with a single action. Why had he done that anyways? The rogue captain could hear his father laughing in prison already. 'Tried to play the hero did ya?' he'd say, 'Saw a curvy woman and couldn't resist temptation?' he'd laugh the whole time, 'And on top of nearly getting shot to death, she broke your nose and the police arrested your ass? What a dumbass.'
     
  12. Dolentrean

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    Nope. No no no no no. This couldn't happen, absolutely not. He was still crouched behind the dumpsters, the group of thugs firing upon the diner were only a few feet away from him. He had no idea what they wanted or who they were firing at and it didn't matter. He was here and had already been questioned once by the authorities today. Sure, earlier it was a standard check, they ran his background and asked him a few questions. Nothing too bad. But this? What could he say? It didn't matter that he had nothing to do with whatever was going on, he was here and from the looks of things he was part of the group firing upon the diner. Who would care that he didn't even have a gun? They would take him in, they would take his tech, they would run a full diagnostic on his wrist mounted computer... that would be bad. Very bad indeed.

    Sparrow acted fast and quickly maneuvered through the interface of his custom wrist model. He was on Mars for a very specific reason, and it just so happened to do with law enforcement. He didn't ask to many questions but he knew there was a penitentiary located out here, he also knew that a high paying criminal (he was hazy on the details, all he knew was the pay was good) was offering him the job to install a virus directly into the database that would wipe out and corrupt any and all of the files containing digital proof of the mans alleged crimes. As far as he could tell the man had been siphoning government funds to some personal subsidiary account. The way Sparrow saw thing, it was a crook stealing from a crook. Now, normally this virus wouldn't do him any good, it had been designed to be wire uploaded into a console...

    It didn't take long, the vehicle hovering over them was a police vehicle and was therefore linked to the very police computer network the virus was designed to corrupt. Wirelessly linked. He couldn't install the full virus without a wired connection, but he might be able to get enough of the code through to jumble communications as it tried to install a partial virus... Getting through the secure wireless network was as easy as logging in. And then...

    It only took seconds and he saw the virus uploading. At first it seemed like nothing happened and then, suddenly, a burst of fire came from the guns for several seconds before the lights on the vehicle cut out... Shit. He knew what had happened and he should have known the vehicle was being run purely on autopilot so the officers could worry about making arrests. The blacked out vehicle hovered in the air for a few moments before it tilted sideways as it came crashing to the ground. Conner threw up his hands as the mass of metal landed mere meters away from him, dust and rock bounced against his arms and then...

    He turned and ran. He hoped the confusion would let him get away from the officer, away from the diner, away from the thugs with guns... Just away.
     
  13. Paladin_girl

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    The vehicle crashed into the ground, rolling a few metres before the loud siren died out, the thing rendered inactive. The security guard gave a yell before crumpling into unconsciousness with a groan. Without transition, LaCroix snatched the gun from his hands and jumped over the window sill, pulling Streaks to his feet mid-way.

    'Run, damn it!'

    She released him quickly, her feet digging into the soil as she raced to catch up with the retreating figure.

    The technician knew that it was better to run, to hide – hell, to get away from this pricey shithole seemed stellar, but... she didn't know where Shades was. Or Shin. Or whether the ship was already grounded.

    LaCroix gave an inward snort. Yeah, right. As if there wasn't anything better to do.

    'Hey!' she bellowed to the back of the figure's head. She didn't give much thought as to what to say next. 'Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?'
     
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    Captain Fielder cursed yet again as he was yanked unceremoniously to his feet by the retreating LaCroix. He smarted his shin on the window sill hard enough to make tears sting his eyes but he quickly righted himself and followed after the pair that was now quite a distance ahead of him. A risky glance was cast back at the diner but the building was quickly being obscured by the billowing smoke of the wrecked police vehicle. He wasn't sure what had caused the wreck, but he was thankful it had happened. Streaks was just catching up to LaCroix when he heard her call out to the man ahead of them. "Damnit woman!" He cursed through his teeth at her, "Ain't your muther ever told ya not to talk to strangers? What if that's just another one'o your buddies men trying to escape the cops? He hears ya and he might still take the time it takes to shoot you dead, and me as well for my troubles. I swear!" He cursed before growling to himself, "Guess it's still hard to find 'em pretty and smart."
     
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    Dirt and gravel were kicked up as he sprinted away from the two pursuers now chasing after him. He cursed silently under his breath wishing he had his gun. Only a few hours ago during his interrogation he had been extremely thankful he had chosen to leave it behind, now, he would trade nearly anything to have it, but withing did no good, so instead he forced his legs to move as fast as they could.

    Amidst the footfalls the sound of the world around him had a strange distant cadence, but he still heard the voice shout after him, unsurprisingly they did little to slow him and he turned and ran down an ally way... Shit...

    He didn't know this town, he had been to Mars a handful of times but not nearly enough to be familiar with the back roads of any town, let alone this one. Any turn could mean a dead end for him, and for all he knew his pursuers could know the layout of the city as well as he knew his neighborhood back on earth. He couldn't keep running, he would be caught, so, instead the instant he turned the next corner he reached down and grabbed a handful of dirt and came to a halt.

    They weren't far behind him, the instant the first one rounded the corner... NOW. He threw the dirt into the face of the woman behind him. The fact that she was a women didn't cause a moments hesitation. He was a master of cyberspace, and in that world gender meant nothing, everyone was just as dangerous as anybody else. He reached forward, grabbed her by the shirt and shoved her against the wall, pushing his right forearm into her neck to hold her to the wall as used his left hand to hold down her right arm, the arm he assumed would be her gun arm. He was just glad it wasn't a cop.

    “I had nothing to do with whatever that mess was back there.”
    He practically growled the words, “Stop chasing me!”
     
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    'If your eyes weren't affixed to my butt Fielders, you would have seen that guy cowering behind the bins. I want to know what he was doing there. If you wanna be smart, why are you still following me?'

    LaCroix gave Streaks a final glare before her feet trampled across the red floor, kicking up a range of dust and rusty smoulder. Her stomach churned, as if hot blood had filled it and sucked away the moisture from her tongue. It wasn't an anxiety; but something seemed off. Unstable. She watched as the target turned a corner. She followed, her vision like a cat.

    And her reflexes like a boulder.

    The mud made her squint and scoff dust, thudding back against the wall, her skin sodden with dirt. She gritted her teeth, holding back a choke, feeling air scooped against the gaps of her right fingers as they followed suit with her back. LaCroix crooked her eyes open, water soothing the redness within them. Yet she smiled guiltily, holding up her left hand, which was at liberty from the stranger's restraint. Crumbs of debris fell from her face.

    'In that case,' her voice was as soft as gravel, 'let me go. I'm as armed as you are.'
     
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    Johnathan offered LaCroix an annoyed growl but couldn't respond before she took off away from him. Wasn't lookin' at her ass, he thought with an inward grumble, was looking at her chest. His eyes brows rose as he caught glimpses of her rear through the dust she kicked up with her heels. Now, he laughed, now he was looking at her ass. He barely saw the man disappear down an alley before LaCroix followed. "Damnit woman!" He cursed again. Cowering or not, the man wasn't to be trusted. He could ambush her in the alley. He might have more men! Streaks cursed again and doubled his steps until he stood within the entrance. What he saw didn't surprise him. She had been ambushed, but luckily the man didn't have backup.

    He didn't think, his reaction faster than he could've guessed. "Let 'er go, ya bastard!" He roared as he threw his weight into the tangled pair. A wild fist was slammed towards Conner's jaw in an attempt to knock the man flat.
     
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    Conner still held the strange woman against the wall, his arms gripping the collar of her shirt tightly, but after she spoke he looked down to see she was, as far as he could tell, unarmed, like she said. He looked at her, his body still tense and nodded slowly. “Okay... Lets talk then”.

    But as he was about to release her and step back a man, coming from seemingly nowhere came blowing around the corner, shouting, and struck Conner hard across the face, basically throwing himself into the two. He went down, and as he was still grasping tightly to the women who had been chasing him, he dragged her with him. The three of them fell in to the ground in a mass of limbs and anger.

    Conner's jaw throbbed, but his adrenalin was already up. Any thought he had off conversing with his pursuers was pushed from his mind the moment the fist struck his jaw. He quickly squirmed his way from the dogpile and jumped at the man who had tackled them.

    “LET HER GO?!?”
    He shouted, louder than he meant to. He swung his fist madly at his attackers face. “You're the ones chasing me!”
     
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    LaCroix landed with a dull thud, her ears ringing as her head met the floor. Hearing Streak's bellow made her groan inwardly, her face dismayed as she was once more acquainted with the ground. She wheezed dust as her form was pushed to the ground by the full force of the two men. She gave a startled growl before crawling out from the limbed wreck, forcing the angered man's digits from her shirt. She frowned at Streak's intervention.

    Diplomacy wasn't going to be that guy's cultural legacy.

    You goddamn idiot.

    Her hands launched forward, pushing Streaks back before the man's fist could collide with him.

    'Can we just calm the hell down for a second?' her snarl could cut ice, 'We haven't got the time for this shit!'
     
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    Johnathan crashed to the ground with a groan but struggled to keep himself on top of the fight. He tried to strike Conner again as he saw the man's fist coming straight for his face but before either man could hit one another LaCroix intervened. He crashed back against the stone of the alley with another groan. A curse escaped his lips as he scrambled back to his feet. He kept his distance from LaCroix and Conner but held a defensive pose as best he could. "Da hell we 'aven't! He was grabbin' ya, I bet'cha he works for your buddy back there. We can't trust 'im," he said before spitting on the ground and looking at Conner, "Just who da hell are you, anyways? Hidin' behind a dumpster while the shit goes down."