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After dropping off the shipment medical stuffs on Zeus, Ryder zipped on over to see if they were any bakas to get. In route he caught up the news. 'Ouch, that's sucks.' he thought from his command chair. Few minutes later he went to his ready room and called hq. "Yes Ryder?" "Mind getting Helena." They called Helena, "Helena, Ryder's on the line." Ryder, as he waited, propped his booted feet on his deck and thought his bounty. 'She was no fun.' he mused silently.

"I just heard the news, would it tick you off if I ask were they friends of yours?" he asked, trying not pissed the mech off and have al with the wrath that might come later. But he was curious. Even through he wouldn't say it aloud, but Helena seem to be like him. Because choose not to kill inocent people if he could help. 'I guess I'll go to Tetra next, see if there any action there.' he mused in his head.

"After I check with my group on Earth to see if there's hits for me. So maybe in a few hours, who asking for help?" he said as he pulled them up on his computer screen. 'Damn, i thought I was bad, these guys make look like a saint.' he thought, with a whistle.

"Entering orbit... now" announced Roger Sideburner, as his fingers flicked a few buttons about the control interface, he sat awkwardly accross his pilot's seat, his legs drapped over the arm of the chair. He sipped absent-mindedly from a metal container shapped like a fast food drinks cup.

He turned his head and shouted towards the open doorway that acted as a bulkhead and connected the cockpit to the center of the ship. "Hey Strider, we've finally arrived at Ceres, get your metal behind ready". Coming from any other living being in the galaxy that would have been suicide, but for Roger Sideburner? Well, he just had a way with words.

A beeping inturpted him as the display screen announced an incomming transmission, Roger barely managed to turn back to the screen as an image of a disgruntled security guard appeared on screen. "Excuse me sir, what business do you have on Ceres today?", 'Oh boy customs officials' sighed Sideburner as he put down his drink.

"Just touching down for some R&R, i'm sure you Ceres fat cats can't wait to get ahold of our hard earned cash.", "Sir, are any Mechanoids currently residing on your ship?" The guard shot back before he could finish. "Sure, just my friend Strider, don't worry we've got all the neccessary papers", yawned Roger while he glanced the clock in the corner of the display. "I'm sorry sir, due to a very recent emergency on the surface we are afraid Mechanoids are not allowed on the surface" droned the guard.

"WHAT!" bellowed Roger, knocking his drinks container onto the floor "What is this nonsence!"

Devaros slowly walked around the USS Pylon until he found the passageway he made. Inside there is a radio, a TV, and a icebox full of beer. On the shelves were a couple of dirty magazines. "Hmm... Seems that PVT. Amoures has been in my quarters." Devaros says as he flips through one of the stuck together magazines "Humans... So... Disgusting.". He would then set the magazines down and activate the radio "Hunter HQ, this is Devaros. Any open bounties? No?" at the lack of news he would then hook his gigantic claw into the ring dangling above his head and fall asleep. "Devaros system offline for updating.".

Cain swung his ship around as he came into the docks on Hellas Tetra, going through the motions as they checked him into security and all that. Something had them on edge, and he suspected another terrorist attack. Oh well, maybe more work was available. He finished landing and, after a friendly banter with ground crews as they ran fuel lines to his ship, walked out to a bar, heading in to catch a drink. He sat down with a few local buddies of his, chatting with them over drinks. Then they mentioned the details of the attack, which really made his day. Although the attack on innocents riled him, he kept his cool.. Means there had to be work available, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't the only one thinking that way, and took a wild stab. He walked over to a comm booth, opening up the comm channel to Helena. He had ran into her once or twice, but didn't remember much beyond that. "Cain, who do you want this time?" He smirked at the comment, but kept his tone smooth. "When Helena has a moment, let her know I'm calling, yea? Thanks mate." He was going to check and see if she was planning on heading out to Ceres, might as well head out en masse rather then run into each other once the shooting got started. And knowing his luck, that would be what happened, and probably in more unpleasant terms then that.

Strider was sat in his rather barren looking quarters, a cable going from the back of his head to a rather hefty-looking computer when he heard Sideburner call; "Hey Strider, we've finally arrived at Ceres, get your metal behind ready".

Slowly finishing off his memory back-up process, Strider reached back and yanked out the cable letting the port on the back of his head close automatically. He then got up and headed out of his quarters to the cockpit. He could hear Sideburner talking to what he guessed was the planets authorities up ahead, they often conntacted ships before they let them dock.

Strider just arrived at the cockpit to see Sideburner drop his drink container followed by "What is this nonsence!". Stepping forward and ducking to avoid the top rim of the bulkhead, he eyed the screen and the security guard on it over Sideburner's shoulder. "Problem?" He asked in his slightly digitalised-sounding voice.

Letting her talk to who ever, Ryder saw that his ship was hired to take supplies to Hellas Tetra. "So fucking perdictable." he said, sighing. Reaching Earth's high orbit, he ordered an over rush loading. 'I've been alone to long.' he thought as he heard the on loading start.

"Yeah we've got a problem..." yelled Roger, still looking at the screen, "Some... punk ass pen pusher here is stopping us landing", Roger sighed "Being a bounty hunter is a hard enough life without people like you getting in the way" Roger pointed at the image of the offical on screen.

The guard looked confused, he looked off screen and whispered to someone, he turned back "Did you say you were bounty hunters?" the guard enquired. "Yeah.. thats right" replied Roger, looking a little confused. The guard looked down at his information instruments and back "looks like your digital signature checks out", The screen suddenly gained a picture in picture of the news broadcast, showing the terrorist attack "We've got an emergency on the surface, if your for hire, then we need you there now!"

"Well... how can we refuse.. " he turned to face Strider "sorry Strider, R&R is postponed", Roger began examaning the information being transmitted to his ship.

Cain smirked as she mentioned the 200 feet away. He was half tempted to say he would just walk over and chat in person, but that was a waste of time. Besides, he still had a drink to finish here. "Heh, well, you know me, too lazy to walk 60 or so yards. Anyways, I'm assuming you know what happened at Ceres, you planning on heading out there? If so, mind if I tag along? I need something to do, might as well clean up the bloody mess these Terrorists left again." It was off hand way of asking, but relatively straight forward. At best, he would follow along in his Pallbearer, at worst, he would move ahead of her and act independently, but either way he probably would end up heading out there, with or without support, depending.

Strider read the news report over Sideburners shoulder, it looked like some mechanoids had caused some trouble on behalf of 'The Sentinel'. No doubt they would be asked to hunt down the mechanoids, that was the type of contract he liked best atleast.

Ofcourse he wasnt willing to do such a thing out of the goodness of the heart he no longer had, Strider didnt really care much for this terrorist business. "Hope the moneys good." He said as he stoped reading and leaned against the wall next to the entrance to the cockpit waiting for Sideburner to handle all the paper work. Strider didnt bother with that type of thing, it was Roger who picked their jobs and confirmed when they were done. Strider only took part in the bits between.

Loa clanked along happily to Devaros's cabin. A large plate of food in on hand and a drink with synthesised oil in the other. She wanted to make a good impression on her first voyage. Her soft metallic scales glistened, in the partial darkness as she strode along. She had checked for any mechanical difficulties before she had gone to cook. She felt everything was going well. She paused knocking on the metal shell that was all that counted for a door.

She stopped dead seeing his prone form, sleeping. She sighed, quietly putting down her plate and sneaking off into the dark.

Awoke to the sound of his radio clicking on "Devaros, bounty is available for you." "Hmm?" "Some Steiner punk with the alias Spectre has been causing all sorts of hell on Solaris." "Isn't he the arena grand champion?" "Yes... This is an unusual bounty in the fact that you'll be escorting Spectre out of Davion space. You game?" "Sure, give me the pay details first." "Always for the money, eh? Spectre is paying 400,000 for the escape, an extra 2,000 for every Davion ship you take down." "Sounds good.". Devaros would then detact himself from the overhead ring and eat the food left for him "Perfectly done, I must remember to find out who cooked this and reward them.". Along his way to the cockpit he met up with Lt. Corprus, the co-pilot "Got a bounty Devaros?" "Yes, it's an escort mission." "Aww man, you know I hate those." "We get paided extra for the takedown of attacking ships." "I'm in.".

((Wow, there are like... zero regular humans... lol))

Loa's bulky form shot through the corridors of the large ship and flipped down to where she would be stationed, attacking any incoming threats to their new objective. She smiled to herself, as she fixed up her straps and loaded herself in. Her scales rapidly detracted into her skin, she looked down the scope to see if anything was off with the aim. Her ears briefly twitched as she listened to the overhead com. Getting them all up to speed as to the objectives.

A sly smile tweaked her lips, as she spun round to aim. So they were getting extra for taking down anything that attacked them or their charge, well that suited her just fine. She smiled pulling down the radio "Mercy, ready." Her eyes dilated to full capacity, as she prepared to load up the cannons to her right. She laid a friendly hand over it, sending up a brief prayer, before loading each shell into it. It was her first time on this new ship. She felt all tingly with nerves.