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Bounty Hunters

Bounty Hunters

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The story of a rag tag band of bounty hunters.

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Introduction

With the discovery of space travel, the ability to colonize distant planets, and a final (shaky) world peace, the universe completely changed. Years passed, then decades, and eventually centuries, and with that time brought the huge explosion of the human population throughout the galaxy. And with that boom in population crime ran rampant, the federal alliance unable to patrol every corner of the galaxy made criminal activity especially easy and turned it into a serious business. However, when a single criminal attracted to much attention, or power, the Federal Alliance would put a bounty (normally quite hefty) on his head, this also caused the bounty hunter “business” to boom. 
The only problem was the big bounties were often on remote or distant planets, which were only accessible by owning your own private ship, which unfortunately Blake Wesson did not have. 

Blake was well aware of that while standing in the back alley of a shitty Chinese restaurant with an old .45 caliber handgun clutched in his hand, which made him look like quite a mad man, but none the less he carried on his business of checking the gun. A smooth silver clip, freshly filled with bullets, sat tightly in his left hand, altogether he had three clips, the one that would soon be in his gun, and then one in each pocket, he figured he only needed about ten shots anyways. Sliding the clip into the stainless steel beauty he was met with a familiar ‘click’, which brought a small smirk to his face. Pulling the hammer back, already ready to fire, he made his way quickly to the back door. 

Blake himself looked quite odd, his long brown hair pulled tightly back into a long pony tail, long brown bushy sideburns crept down the majority of his cheeks, although his hair was quite odd, his outfit was no better. An old ratty pair of yellow work boots encased his feet, faded blue torn up jeans covered his legs, and a white dirty tanktop sat snugly against his muscular chest. Completing his crazed look was the heavy old bikers jacket he wore, along with the sunglasses he seemed to balance perfectly on the end of his nose. His whole life, well, as long as Blake could remember, he'd dreamed of one thing-becoming a famous bounty hunter. All Blake needed was a ship and he'd finally be off this god forsaken hell hole, but that also meant Blake needed money, which he'd been saving up the past several years, and yet, was still thousands away from his goal. But finally Blake had been hit with a stroke of luck, some famous Chinese mob boss was hiding out on HIS very own planet, and Blake happened to know the bastard was through the poor excuse of a door that stood in front of him. If Blake could successfully apprehend the man, or simply put a bullet in his skull like Blake intended, he’d finally have enough money to buy a ship. Sure, his ship wouldn’t be pretty, some may have even called it an abomination, but that didn’t matter to Blake, all that mattered was the fact it would get him to other planets. 

Blakes left hand found its way into his pocket, fishing around for a moment it resurfaced, now holding a pack of cigarettes. Quickly he placed a fresh stick of cancer between his lips, returning the pack to his back pocket, and instead of coming back empty handed, he now clutched a small silver lighter. With a ‘click’ and a ‘switch’ the cigarette was lit. Slowly Blake took a drag, savoring what he knew could be his very last cigarette. Then he returned his focus to the door, which he quickly smashed his right leg into, the flimsy door no match for the steel-toed boots.

Splinters and wood exploded into the air, quickly followed by Blake, who clutched the silver .45 with both hands and loosely held his still lit cigarette between his lips. Instead of being greeted with gunfire, Blake was greeted by the sound of many yelling asian cooks, one particularly red faced one shouting something along the lines of ‘door was open!’. Apparently, Blake had broken into the crowded kitchen. “Uh…Sorry….Ill just be on my way.” Blake said, slowly shrinking away from the asian cooks, headed for what he hoped would be the door to the dining room. Luckily it was. 

As Blake opened the door his eyes scanned the dimly lit room, a long row of booths sat on the right side of the restaurant, pressed tightly to the wall, the remainder of the establishment was filled with small tables, most of which were vacant. His eyes quickly found their way to his target, the only reason he could tell him apart from all the other Asian’s was due to the long scar running down his left eye, it also helped that he had two large goons in fresh suits standing by his booth, obviously his bodyguard’s.

Blake sighed, the dumb bastards didn’t even notice he was holding a hand cannon, which made Blakes job a lot easier, raising the gun to eye level he focused on the goon closest to him. This, both goons had noticed, and quickly reached inside their suits for their own guns. Blake’s finger pulled tightly on the trigger, producing a thunderous boom, blowing a large bloody hole in the chest of the bodyguard closest to him. Then, wanting to avoid getting himself shot, Blake grasped the nearest table with his free hand, easily flipping it onto its side. Literally smashing himself up against the table, the only protection he could manage, Blake quietly waited as small chunks of the table began to explode around him, apparently the goon had his own hand cannon. 

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Alicia froze up as she felt him lift her up.
As if falling wasn't bad enough now this?
She let out a small yelp.
She just accepted it she was blushing a bit but she didn't realize it since her pride was so damage from the tumble.
She felt extremely tired and had no strength so at least she didn't have to walk.
She hated traveling by car, boat, hell even this ship sounded dreadful.
She felt sick as a dog her head felt better but the thought of moving around in a ship made her hold back gulps of vomit.

“.....could you at least walk a bit slower.....geez...”
she didn't want to puke again, she held it in the entire ride in the truck.
She didn't even look forward to getting on the ship unless there was a bed which she doubted.

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Yolanda Curruthers

Yol looked at the ship, a frown on her lips. She'd been used to the finer things in life, and the hunk of junk in front of her was far from being "fine". "You're kidding me, right? This is the ship you have lined up!?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest again as she looked at it. The old thing didn't even look like it would fly, let alone, make it from this planet to another. "Will that thing even fly?" She asked disdainfully, debating on whether or not she wanted to risk her life by trying to fly in the monstrosity sitting in front of her.

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Blake slapped Yol on the shoulder slightly roughly as he merrily locked eyes with her "Trust me Yol, this baby will get us where we need to go. Just look at her!" Blake was clearly enthralled by the huge hunk of junk, like some kind of child looking at a new toy. "Cant you feel it just by lookin at her?! Besides, we got an ace pilot...well...sorta." It was at this time Blake noticed out of the corner of his eye Fawkes entering the clearing with Alicia hanging over his shoulder-it reminded him of how he had lugged around old scar face.

"Still haulin her ass around, eh Fawkes?" Blake called at his helmeted companion, not bothering to turn around-He was clearly to enthralled at staring at the ship. Slowly he began to walk around the large brick shaped ship, marveling at it from every angle-he was also looking for that damned Rusty-his intended pilot. As he completed walking around the ship, winding up standing next to Yol again. Blake was getting ready to yell for Rusty to show his ass when, seemingly out of nowhere a man fell from out of one of the larger holes in the ships outer plating. Only when the fallen figure stood up it was clear he wasn't a man at all, he was in fact a robot.

Robots had become extremely common on the wealthier planets, the rich loved to have legal slaves after all, but in a backwater planet like this a robot was almost unheard of and just how Blake had gotten a hold of one was anyone's guess, but the thing clearly considered itself Blakes property.

"True excitement: Master. Your back. And you weren't killed. What a wonderful day." The slightly rusty looking droid spoke up, his voice sounding eerily close to a speak n spell. The robots figure was rather humanoid: two legs, two arms, a slightly human shaped face, and yet he still had so many exposed wires and strange looking metal objects attached to him that it was clear he was of the robotic family. "Slight Sarcasm: Are these the people who saved your life on that pointless bounty hunt? I did compute that you had less than a 23 percent chance of completing it on your own, did I not?" The way he spoke to Blake clearly annoyed the man, it was bad enough that 'Rusty' as Blake called him was blatantly honest but he spoke everything in that same dumb robotic voice, thankfully the men and women that had programmed him had added the programming that made Rusty always begin each sentence with how he intended his words to 'sound'.

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As John picked up Alicia she let out a small yep, but to his great surprise she didn't violently attack him. Instead she simply asked him if he could walk slower.

"Haha....sure thing Blondie especially if you keep up this whole not beating the hell out of me thing", John said with a smile.

After a short walk with Alicia literally in hand John arrived at a large clearing and in the middle of it was a sight that both made John fall in love and want to vomit at the same time. Blake must have noticed him approaching with Alicia as he quickly called out to him.

"Haha yeah who knew leave me here was code for someone order the Fawkes Taxi Service", John shouted back with a smile.

As John got closer the ship it looked......well it looked like a piece of shit. John had worked on that model of ship before it was very old and rarely seen anymore, but John knew it was a fast ship and although it lacked the amenities that most modern ships had, he knew this model was built to sustain improvements. If the group could make decent money upgrading this scrap heap wouldn't be a problem.

"Well Blake.....I have to say I kind of figured the ship you are talking about was going to be a real piece of crap. ......but this is not so bad. ...... We can work with this. ......I would like to see the engine room before we take off though....... and uh what's with the human tin can", John said.

"What do you think Blondie", John said not realizing he had yet to put her down.

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Alcoa felt like a rag doll as he let out a few yawns.
She noticed she was being asked something and let out small grumbles.

" we'll that depends, if we have the right parts to get it off the ground.
She let out a small squeak it was a sneeze but she quickly cover it up.
" too chill it's not that bad, or would rather stay with kernel chicken over there?"
She had no intention of doing that with this pig around.

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Yolanda Curruthers

Yol looked at the robot curiously, Rusty, as Blake called him. She'd never seen a robot up close before. She smiled a little at Rusty's words, thinking it's pretty funny the way he interacted with Blake. She glanced over at John and Alicia as they weigh in on the ship as well. She sighed quietly, "Alright. So what do we need to do to get this rust bucket up in the air?" She asked, still a little reluctant, but knowing that she doesn't have much of a choice.

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You can be as skilled as you want, but without a team your a dead man all the same. I have to stop going it lone wolf.

Character Portrait: Blake Wesson
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A wanabe bounty hunter

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Yolanda Curruthers

"Where you come from, does not define who you are"

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I don't care what gun you have or how big it is. a bullet to a head is a kill no matter what type of gun you use.

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You can be as skilled as you want, but without a team your a dead man all the same. I have to stop going it lone wolf.

Character Portrait: Alicia Plush
Alicia Plush

I don't care what gun you have or how big it is. a bullet to a head is a kill no matter what type of gun you use.

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Yolanda Curruthers

"Where you come from, does not define who you are"

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John Fawkes (prefers to be called Fawkes

You can be as skilled as you want, but without a team your a dead man all the same. I have to stop going it lone wolf.

Character Portrait: Blake Wesson
Blake Wesson

A wanabe bounty hunter

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Alicia Plush

I don't care what gun you have or how big it is. a bullet to a head is a kill no matter what type of gun you use.

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Yolanda Curruthers

"Where you come from, does not define who you are"


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