A Delivery Gone Wrong. (Sinxazgard21 and The Golden Touch)
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				Title: <strong> A Delivery Gone Wrong. (Sinxazgard21 and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 14:10:43</strong>
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				The space port was barely being held together by cheap welding and hopeful thoughts.&nbsp; Though his skiff couldn't be much better, considering it looked as if he just pulled it from a junker.&nbsp; His gloved covered hands tightly on the controls, "Okay, baby.&nbsp; Lets do this nice and..."&nbsp; His pleading was cut short as alarms blared and a voice rang over the PA system, "Engine Failure, brace for impact."&nbsp; The ships port engine exploded sending the pilot and the alarm blaring vessel the last twenty feet into the landing dock.&nbsp; <br>Orange lights flashed through out the small craft, alarms deafened the man as he stumbled to get out of the now death trap of a skiff. "Gods damn it, h..h..hunk of junk." The man coughed out as he yanked his flight coat off the wall and smashed the emergency door release.&nbsp; <br><br>As the aft hatch of the skiff opened smoke rapidly escaped, sparks and fire could be seen from the ground where the emergency team stood. <strong>"Anyone alive in there?!"</strong> A respirator muffled voice called out.&nbsp; For a brief second, dead pilot crossed their minds, till they heard the coughing of lungs filled with smoke.&nbsp; Quinn, with jacket over his head limped out of the ship near coughing out a lung.&nbsp; The emergency team moved in to assist him and take care of the wreck of a ship. <br><br><strong>"My name is Captain Carr.&nbsp; Would you like to tell me why your ship exploded on my landing dock?"</strong> Asking Jacob.&nbsp; Quinn looked up into the older mans pale blue eyes, sarcasm lighting his eyes with mirth.<br><br><strong>"She's a piece of shit?&nbsp; She's old?&nbsp; I got a list of reasons, personally just scrap her.&nbsp; Frames wrecked and the engine is shot to shit."</strong>&nbsp; Jacob said standing, waiving off medical personnel. <br><br><strong>"How long are you going to be in port, I don't like trouble and I don't mind stringing trouble makers up."</strong>&nbsp; Carr said, giving a stern look at Jacob.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Won't be here long old man, just came to pick up a package.... And a new ship it seems."</strong>&nbsp; Jacob couldn't care less about the laws of this port, nor the old Captain's rules.&nbsp; Job was simple, pick up package, get off world and get to the drop off.&nbsp; But now he needed a ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  A Delivery Gone Wrong. (Sinxazgard21 and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 13:04:50</strong>
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				Clouds of multi-colored smoke filled the crowded room, the blooms were beautiful if you didn't take the location into account or the fellows that created them. Cantinas like this one, were full of all the questionable sorts- hulking figures that knocked back shot after shot of potent Dragon's Breath, and in some cases- they pummeled each other. Mingling with the raunchy laughter and bloody brawling, the band in the corner played lively tunes to fill the random lulls in chatter. Not that anyone danced, they were not exactly coming here to wildly gyrate. The unsavory business men that dealt in illegal good came here because the law was unlikely to step foot into a place where they would be so outnumbers.<br><br>The shadow of her rough spun hood fell across her face, the dim lights in their sconces flickering as she gazed around. Her hand ran over the rough wood top of her table, crude carvings of past patrons beneath her finger tips. Sitting in the midst of a rough and tumble crowd, she barely tasted whatever weak alcohol she had ordered. It wasn't a matter of drinking herself to a stupor, or finding herself a one night stand. Waiting on her courier, she felt like this was taking forever. Trying to complete the transfer from here to there would be an interesting adventure.
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