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Blake Wesson

A wanabe bounty hunter

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a character in “Bounty Hunters”, as played by blackrider

Description

Name: Blake Wesson

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Blake has long brown hair that he usually keeps pulled back into a tight pony tail that falls down to his shoulder blades, standing at about 6 foot even he has a rather muscular build and slightly pointed face. Large bushy side burns come down pretty far on his face and he almost always has a pair of sunglasses balanced on the end of his nose. Hes normally seen wearing an old ratty pair of yellow work boots, faded blue torn up jeans, and a white dirty tanktop along with his signature old black leather jacket.

Personality: To be rpd

Bio: To be rpd

So begins...

Blake Wesson's Story

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Alicia heard yol agree to Blake's terms, still shaking a bit from the sickness she sat on the ground panting.
She felt her head once again it was burning up still, this wasn't from drinking too much she actually couldn't get drunk sadly.
Tipsy and a buzz sure, but she never could get wasted.
Letting out a sigh she placed a hand on the ground, it was cold and refreshing on her skin.
She layed down on her side pressing her face to the ground, letting the coolness sink into her.

“ uhhahh.....”
she let out as her head still pounded and her body felt weak.
What the fuck was going on with her?
She shouldn't have drank so much but it was clear to her something other then that was wrong.
As she tried figuring out her own problems, she over heard the group talking about going on a spaceship.
The thought of that made Alicia tear up, she knew she had to stick with these three.
but after that car ride from hell, her head was dizzy and she dreaded a second trip.
She let out a sigh as she stayed on the ground, she was afraid of fainting or falling over if she tried to get up just yet.

“ I honestly don't care about the money......just so long as YOUR not driving the spaceship too Blake.”
she coughed a bit as she mustered up some strength to laugh.
I suppose its not that bad, at least I won't be pushed up on people the whole ride there.
She thought to herself.

“ j.....just let me know whe....”
she stopped to cough once again, the taste of puke was still in her throat and it was horrible.

“....when it gets here.....”
she quickly let out as she closed her eyes to sleep.
Why was she so tired?

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Blake quickly decided that it would be best if he simply agreed with the group, especially as he noticed Fawkes's hand reach for his holstered pistol. He was pretty sure he could take down two of them, maybe three if he got lucky but that was honestly pretty unlikely. Hell knowing his luck he probably wouldnt have even been able to kill a single one of them and would wind up with three clips worth of bullets riddled in his body.

Finishing his cigarette unnaturally fast he flicked the cigarette but to the sidewalk, jumping up from the truck he sat on he purposefully landed on the cigarette crushing it out of life beneath his work boots. “Well it's setteled then.” He said, his eye still on Fawkes's pistol. “Guess we'll just be a band of merry little misfits for a bit. Least till we get sick of each other or we kill each other, whatever comes first. And dont worry about the pilot Blondie, I got that all covered too...well...sort of.” As he finished speaking his gaze shifted to Alicia who looked on the verge of passing out or something. “Speaking of sick though, you okay toots? You really...don’t look so hot.” He asked as he walked past her towards scar faces dead body.

Waiting for a response from Alicia he decided not to waste any more time in getting the group their payday, grabbing scarface by the feet he gave Fawkes a look and a nod that obviously meant 'help me out here'. Apparently he was tired of lugging the dead man around by himself.

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John was surprised when Yol also agreed to give up the bounty under the condition that Blake take her with him. John gave Yol a quick glance as he tried to figure the woman out, but then he just nodded at her and turned his attention back to Blake. Alicia had also confirmed John's theory that she didn't particularly care about the bounty. John's compromise seemed like it could work so long as Blake agreed. Blake finished his cigarette extraordinarily fast then threw it on the ground before jumping down on top of it to extinguish it. Blake stared at John's holstered pistol which his hand was currently very close to should there be occasion to use it. Blake then agreed to the situation naming the group exactly what they were.....A band of merry little misfits.

"Alright sounds good to me shades.....I'm glad you listen to reason", John said as he took his hand away from his pistol.

Blake had also mentioned that he had a pilot all taken care of......sort of.

"Oh I can't wait to see how you can sort of have a pilot", John said giving Blake a slight smile.

Blakes gaze the fell on Alicia who was seriously not in good condition. Blake asked her if she was ok as he walked over to Scarface. Blake grabbed Scarface by the feet and then gave John a look and a nod. John nodded back at him and walked over to Scarface picking the body up underneath both arms.

"Alright let's get this over with and get paid I'm more than eager to get off this rock and see this ship that sort of has a pilot", John said.

As John began walking with Blake towards the collections building he glanced back at Alicia with concern. His gaze then shifted to Yol and John nodded in the direction of Alicia.

"Hey Yol can you see if you can get Blondie on her feet again. I only know a little first aid, but I have a medi-capsule left that will help if she is awake to take it", John said.

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Yol glanced around at the three people standing in front of her, relaxing a little when Blake agrees to letting them come with him. She laughed quietly at his words of them being misfits, there was no denying it. She glanced over at Alicia, seeing her laying on the sidewalk, frowning slightly she walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her. "Hey, are you ok?" Yol asked, hesitating a moment before slowly reaching out and placing a hand on Alicia's arm. "You might not want to lay here. Someone might step on you." She said, a little uncertainly with a small chuckle, trying to make her laugh, hoping that might make her feel better, at least a little. "Come on, lets get you up." She said, straightening up herself and offering her hand out to Alicia.

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Alicia didn't respond to Yol she barley could pay attention with her head pounding like an alarm and her body felt like when you leave a car in the burning sum for hours.
Why did she have to so damn sensitive to the heat.
She figured sleeping it off was the best thing.
She wanted to grab Yol's hand and walk along with her to the ship.
But she couldn't move her body felt cemented to the ground and practically controlled her actions.
She pressed her head against her arm, as she lay there she realized she couldn't just let her guard down like this.
People can't be trusted and she shouldn’t allow herself to be vulnerable.

Growing up on the streets teach you a few things about l ife and people.
One is you can't trust anyone ever, the minute you show weakness your done.
The only who can take care of you is you.
She pushed herself to get up but dropped down soon after.
She might have been stubborn and cocky but she knew her body's limits.

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Blake and Fawkes returned in mere moments, a fat stack of bills in Blakes right hand that his eyes were merrily counting over his shades as he flipped through that stack of money. When they were inside Blake had pretty much thrown the lower half of the body onto the counter top without of the man who was in charge of bounty payouts/confirmed kills, not bothering to warn Fawkes about throwing the man Blake laughed out loud as the sudden violent shift in weight on Fawkes's side had almost sent the poor guy over the counter along with scarface. Blake wouldnt admit it, as he never admitted things of a personal nature, but he honestly had already begun to like the man who liked to be called 'Fawkes'.

As Fawkes and Blake returned to the two girls Blake immediatley saw that Alicia was still looking rather rough, which brought a slight frown to his face. "Well hell." He said pauseing, slipping the large wad of bills into his inner coat pocket. "You still look like your feelin like shit, need another drink?" He asked, his hand that had went into his coat holding the money came back out holding a flask which he extended towards Alicia.

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Alicia felt dizzy as she sat up, looking down at the pill she cocked a eyebrow.

" with nothing to drink it down with?"
as she questioned his motives she quickly backed down from her suspensions.
when her head started pounding again, feeling puke coming back up she quickly snatched the pill.
swallowing with her own spit.
it felt a bit odd and hard to swallow but she got it down.
she held her knee to her chest as she shivered a bit.
great now what? she thought as she pressed her forehead onto her knees.

" who the hell raised you Blake!? a freaking alcoholic?"
she mumbled as she picked up her face.
letting how a long sigh she glanced up at Yol

" how are you feeling?....i didn't know you were a necrophiliac?"
she laughed as she rested her chin on her knees once more.

"......thanks...for the...pill..."
she said giving a thumbs up to john.
her shoulders felt numb and her head felt like a rock about to fall over.

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Yol had stepped back a little, not sure what to do to help Alicia. When the guys had come back out, she felt a little relieved, glad that if something was seriously wrong with Alicia, and she died or something, it wouldn't be all on her. Yol rolled her eyes slightly at Blake when he offered Alicia more alcohol. "Yeah, I think that's the last thing she needs." She said to Blake. When Alicia accused her of being a necrophiliac, she frowned. "I'm not, just not used to seeing them everyday is all." She said with a shrug of her shoulders, not wanting to appear too weak in front of these people, who she's sure has seen a lot worse things than she has. since she grew up pretty sheltered. "Anyway, what do we do now?" She asked, turning to Blake, since he's the one who supposedly had a ship lined up and everything.

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Blake realized that everyone was seemingly against him giving Alicia some more alcohol to drink, especially Fawkes who had literaly pushed the flask away from Alicia's direction. Maybe he didn't even wanna give her a chance to drink it? With a shrug Blake unscrewed the small leather flask and took a long draw off of it, finishing he screwed the lid back on and returned it to one of his seemingly many pockets inside his black leather jacket. "Ah well, more for me." He said casualy, the smell of whiskey on his breath quickly replaced with that of acrid smoke, another lit cigarette hanging from his lips out of nowhere. The man apparently had quite a few vices.

He watched as Fawkes gave Alicia a medi pill, something Blake himself had heard about but never had the benefit of seeing. From what he'd heard the things were rather fast acting and rather effective. Blake hoped what he had heard of the pills were true, the last thing he wanted was Alicia throwing up all over his truck-not that the rusted out monster could get any more ugly. "As a matter of fact I was raised by TWO alcoholics, thank you very much!" Blake snapped half jokingly half seriousley at Alicia before turning his attention to Yol, ready to answer her question. He was sure Alicia wouldn't like the answer.

"Well we just gotta all hop back into the Blake express there." He nodded towards the truck. "And take a little ride to the junk yard-er, I mean to the ship dealer i got lined up." He hoped they wouldnt focus to much on the 'junk yard' aspect, and then he just plain decieded it was best to not even give them a chance to protest so he quickly opened the passenger side door and climbed into the truck and scooted himself into the drivers seat, leaving behind only a trail of smoke.

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After John had handed Alicia the pill she seemed to distrust it at first.

"Trust me it will work", John said.

John then glanced over at Blake who was drinking from the flask and lighting up a cigarette. John raised an eyebrow at Blake and smiled a bit.

"Heh....you know it's not too surprising you needed this bounty to pay for the ship.

Turning back to Alicia he noticed that she had taken the pill and had thanked him giving a thumbs up. John smiled and nodded at her then stood up turning his attention to Yol and Blake. Yol had asked what they were going to do now and Blake gave an answer that instantly set off numerous alarm bells in John's head. Before giving them time to protest Blake quickly hopped into the passenger seat and scooted into the drivers seat.

"A fucking junkyard!......well.....that's just peachy!", John said with a long sigh.

John then offered Alicia a hand to get her to her feet as the medi-capsule took a few minutes to work. And then climbed into the truck bed again offering a hand to both girls. John looked at Yol for a second though. Alicia was sick as a dog so it made sense she would have difficulty getting into the truck, but Yol seemed to be in perfect health.

"Uh Yol....don't take this the wrong way, but I have to ask..... why are you walking like you have a rock collection in your shoes?", John asked curiously.

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Yol raised her eyebrow at the mention of a junkyard, but doesn't have the chance to ask Blake about it, since he quickly got into the truck. She sighed quietly as she turned to look at the bed of the truck, frowning slightly. She hesitated, trying to figure out how best to get into the truck without having to ask for help, but was drawn from her thoughts at John's words. She frowned, not really sure how to answer his question, whether to tell the truth or to lie. After a few seconds she decided on something between the two. "I don't have rocks." She said simply, not elaborating on what exactly is in her shoes. She simply grabbed his hand and pulled herself up into the truck, not saying anything else as she moved to the corner of the bed, behind the driver's side of the cab, to sit down.

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Alicia noticed Yol being asked about her odd behavior due to the cash in her boots.
Alica was leaning on the truck feeling a bit better as she looked at Yol.

“ Gosh John, its the latest model of those boots.”
she was totally pulling this out of her ass, she didn't know why she was helping this stranger out but she just did.
“ they feel heavier then they look. Its a good foot wear for hikers or bounty hunters like yourself s.
She shot Yol a quick grin of approval.

“ it seems like everyone is doing it except for meeee”
As she finished her lie she shifted her gaze to the truck.

“ OH HELL NO! I am not getting back on this Hell on four wheels.”
she stood still a bit dizzy and shaken as she let out a long sigh of annoyance.
She didn't have a license or she would have taken over the wheel.
Taking johns hand she pulled herself up and quickly felt like fainting.
Shit I moved too fast, she thought to herself.
She dropped down resting her head on her knees.
“ I swear im going to kick your ass Blake......”

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"Well get in line toots, theres quite a few people in front of you." Blake said in regards to Alicia's comment about killing him. As the truck roared to life Blake made sure his group was all loaded up before setting off, this time keeping a much more steady reasonable driving speed-he really didnt want to make Alicia sick, he also hoped by the time they reached the junk yard she might be feeling better from the pill Fawkes had gave her.

Blake had been driving for maybe ten or fifteen minutes when the huge, mountain sized hills of trash became visible in the distance-that was what his planet was mainly used for, a dumping ground for the larger more successful planets. Although they were still a few miles away from the junk yards the smell of decay and rot was already heavy in the air. In another ten minutes or so Blake was driving his truck into the junkyard itself, navigating the winding path surrounded by mountain sized piles of trash and waste as if he had been there before. Eventually they reached a small shack that appeared to have been cobbled together from things obviously found in the junkyard.

Slamming to a stop infront of the strange looking cabin sized house Blake sprang out of the parked car.
“HEY FRANK-AY!” He yelled, cupping his hands together in a makeshift microphone. A minute or two later the cabin door burst open, revealing one of the largest dirtiest looking men the mind could imagine. The man slowly walked, well more like stomped, slowly towards the group-making no attempt to scratch his slightly exposed ass along the way.

“Eyablakeyboy” The huge grime covered man said, the words seemingly rusted together and almost indistinguishable due to his extremely rough obviously multi pack of cigarettes a day voice. Despite his looks it was obvious Blake was rather fond of the man. “Hey Franko I got that money finally scraped together if you still been savein that ship for me?”

The man named Frank seemed more interested in the group behind Blake then the huge stack of money held in Blakes hands. Spitting something akin to black tar out of his mouth Frank spoke up again “Eyoosthetwopairoftits”

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As John asked Yol about her shoes she simply said she didn't have any rocks, grabbed his hand to pull herself up, then sat down.

"Hmmmm.....well she certainly..... doesn't have much to say", John muttered quietly.

Alicia then said that Yol's boots were the latest model of its kind and perfect for bounty hunters. John raised an eyebrow as he immediately dismissed what she had said as bullshit. John however knew when to pick his battles....If Yol hadn't told him about the boots, but also didn't yell at him......that was code for the polite way of saying mind your own business. John just shrugged as Alicia grabbed his hand to pull herself up. Then she dropped down resting her head on her knees.

"Take it slow blondie..... The medi-capsule will do what is supposed to do, but don't make it work harder than it has too.", John said.

At this point with us all in the truck Blake started the engine and began driving this time at a much slower pace. John was sitting towards the back of the truck bed quietly watching the scenery.....or what passed as scenery on this scrap heap of a planet. The scenery eventually began to change as he could see large mountains of trash a foul odor filled the air. John let out a short grunt of disgust, but kept quiet.

Eventually the truck pulled up to a small shack and Blake wasted no time getting out and calling for some guy named Franky. After a brief moment the door burst open to reveal an extremely large dirty looking man. The man stomped his way over to use scratching his ass on the way. When the man spoke to Blake John could barely understand the man. The man's voice was very rough and raspy no doubt because he was an avid lover of smoking cigarettes like they are going out of style. Blake then asked the man if he still had the ship and said he had the money for it. The man however seemed far more interested in the rest of us.....or two of us in particular.

Then the man spoke again and when John heard what the man said John couldn't help, but let out a quick chuckle. Then he noticed he was standing between Franky and the two women and simply took one step to the side getting out of the "danger zone".

"Hey Blake might want to refocus your friend here on getting us the ship", John said with a smile.

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Alicia wasn't feeling any better she still felt dizzy and she still felt like throwing up like a water fall.
But her eyes twitched at the old man's comment.
Yol didn't look to pleased at the statement herself.
She glanced over noticing john quietly removing himself from the truck bed.
Smarter then he looks, she thought as she pulled out her gun and planting it on the man's head.

“.......here's a better question SIR....who's the old saggy pair of grandpa ball sack standing a LITTEL TO DANM CLOSE TO ME!.”
she kept her gun leveled as she glanced over at yol, who looked extremely uncomfortable.

“.....what are you like 70 89? that “pair of tits” next to me is eighteen so back off.
As for me ha....see the guy in this truck lets just say he's the first and LAST guy who tired anything on me.”

she had a shit day and she wasn't about to sit back and take this sexist pig's crap.
As a matter of fact she wasn't even done as her insults kept flying.

“ its not my fault that you probably ate your wife. and have to live your life like a BLOB!!!!....but I am keeping my eye on you.
and if I see you, so much as touch one of your greasy fat fingers on me, or yol I’ll shove this dagger so farr down your ass that you'll not only have TWO ASSHOLES TO CHOOSE FROM WHEN YOU TAKE A SHIT!!... you'll have to piss if you catch my drift.....”

with that she let out a grunt as she got up she placed a hand to her head.
Making her way off the truck she piratically fell face first into the ground.
She had planned on helping yol down before Porky pig over here noticed her boots.

It was at this moment she felt her pride crumble.
She said nothing, she did nothing, she just laid there in the dirt.
giving herself some time to acknowledge, after all her back talk.
she is now face fist in what looks like ,dirty which she prays is ,dirt but she wasn't quite sure if it was at least not from the smell.

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Yol's nose crinkled as they got close to the junkyard, the smell nearly making her gag. When they pulled up to the junkyard, Yol managed to get out of the truck without help and without falling flat on her face. The sight of the big man coming out of the makeshift house, coupled with the stronger smell here, finally makes her gag. Then, when his attention turned to her and Alicia, and those extremely sexist words came out of his mouth, Yol just stood there in shock, that the man standing in front of her, not only looked like a pig, but acted like one as well. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide them from the pervy man's gaze. She glanced back at Alicia when she started going off on the man, a small smile tugging on Yol's lips as she does.

Yol doesn't say anything, figuring Alicia's got it pretty well covered. She glanced from Blake to Frank, wondering how he could be friends with someone like Frank, if he has the same regard for women that Frank apparently does. She tore her eyes away from Blake when she heard a quiet thud, glancing over to see that Alicia had fallen flat on her face. She quickly rushed over to her, helping her to her feet. "Hey, you ok?" She asked.

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"No kiddin Fawkes man." Blake said in response to Fawkes comment about refocusing Franks attention, something Blake had every intention of doing but before he knew it Alicia had practically attacked the large dirty man. Seeing Frank with a gun against his skull made Blake instinctively pull his own gun out, the old piece of deadly metal clutched tightly in his right hand as Blake took a step forwards to help Frank. Suddenly he stopped himself, half of him realizing Alicia was probably just venting with threats and the other half of him realizing that Frank was indeed a sexist old bastard. The later and former should have been no surprise to Blake, yet nonetheless he still wanted to jump to the old dirty giant of a mans defense. Bitting his tongue he decided on giving Alicia the benefit of the doubt here.

Frank had seemed just as surprised as Blake had been at the sudden shoving of a gun barrel into his head, and yet irregardless his eyes were still fixated on Alicia's chest-as if that's where you looked when being threatened with a gun. Throwing his large flabby arms into the air his face had an expression of 'woah!' on it. "Ay lassy Im just admiring the artwork!" He spat more slowly and coherently, apparently the gun to his head making him choose his words more carefully. As quickly as the gun had been put in his face Alicia seemingly let up the 'atack' and walked over to seemingly pass out on the ground which caused Frank to let out a large toothless string of laughter. "Well iffin ida known yer frien there was a soon to be door mat ida taken that gun allot less serious. Still though Blakey, that one theres bout as mouthy as your own mum. I member one time me an her-" Franks sentence was cut off by the devastating punch Blake put into the large mans gut, Frank immediately falling to the ground in a heap of dead weight-he then proceded to vomit up whatever it was he had eaten for lunch that day.

"Just tell me where the fuck the ship is Frank." Blake asked, pushing his shades up to his eyes. With his sun glasses covering his eyes Blakes features seemed somewhat hidden, his normally slightly care free expression replaced with a stone cold look at the mention of his mother.

Wallowing around in his own vomit now Frank groaned a rather unearthly noise "Is in the back...got Rusty workin on it as we speak..." As he finished speaking Blake tossed the large stack of bills he had previously been counting onto the pathetic looking Frank. Quickly he coldly walked past the man in the direction of what could only be described as Franks "back yard".

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John had made the correct choice when decided to remove himself from the dangerzone. As Alicia immediately set about shoving a gun to old bastards head. John watched as Blake instinctively raised his own pistol. John had already decided in his head that Alicia probably wouldn't seriously hurt the old codger since he hadn't given us the ship yet and Blake was plenty smart enough to reason along the same lines. John simply stood next to Yol and watched the scene play out with amusement.

"Watching that prick get thrashed by Blondie is better than cable TV", John said with a smile.

However, after a few minutes Alicia walked away from the old man simply collapsed in the dirt. Yol quickly ran over to Alicia asking if she was ok and John was right behind her. John knelt down and simply shook his head.

"Christ Blondie......like I said take it easy!.....your body has to be at least somewhat rested in order for the nanites to do the job of fixing whatever the hell is wrong with you", John said.

John then turned his attention towards Blake and Frank and realized Frank was having a field day with Alicia's passout. John wasn't much of an angry person and usually stayed calm and collected, but his patience was nearing an end. John was about to demand the ships location from Frank when Franks poor choice of words earned him a punch in the gut from Blake. The fast old codger fell straight to the ground throwing up as Blake demanded the ships location. Frank told Blake the location and mentioned a Rusty was working on it.

"This Rusty better know what he's doing cause if I find out he weakened the engine on the ship I'll use him as fuel!", John said.

John then turned to Alicia and grabbed her arm lightly trying to get her up.

"Come on Blondie.....we're almost at the ship......besides I really don't think you want to lay in this dirt......could be hazardous to your health", John said.

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Alicia heard the concern from yol and the tugs from john but she just felt embarrassed as hell.
There was NO coming back from this so she continued to lay there at this point she didn't care.
In a way this was a tantrum for her, she would just lay there until she processed what just happened.
She felt like yelling at john as he told her to “take it easy?”
she thought what the hell dose that mean?
She was never told to do what ever that was by anyone.
She assumed it ment when she was eating or playing some video games that it was “taking it easy.”

“ you all go on.....im fine here...”
she mumbled under the dirt.

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Yol was still trying to help Alicia to her feet when she heard skin coming in contact with skin. She glanced up quickly to see that Blake had punched Frank, whether it was in defense of her and Alicia, or because of what ever Frank had been about to say about Blake's mom, she wasn't sure, and she really didn't care, she was just happy to see the pig get what he deserved. She turned her attention back to Alicia as she spoke, wanting them to just leave her there. Yol frowned slightly, not really wanting to leave Alicia here in the dirt by herself with the pervy Frank just a few feet away from her. But then again, she doesn't want to stay near Frank herself. She hesitated a few moments, "If you need anything, just shout." She said, before straightening up and quickly following Blake around to the "back yard". "So, how do you know that creep?" She asked Blake once she caught up to him, still finding it hard to believe that Blake could be acquainted with someone like him.

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Blake gave a slight grumble as he and Yol walked around Franks cabin "Honestly, its a long story Yol. Another story for another time, you know?" He asked her without meeting her gaze. As they reached the backyard they were both greeted with yet another humongous mountain of scrapped metal. From there Blake took a small open path that was no bigger then five feet across, surrounding both Yol and Blake by junk as Blake lead on-he seemed to know where he was taking them. After a few moments they had entered a large clearing, the slightly garbage riddled ground still surrounded by huge piles of trash, scrap, and discarded items on all sides. In the middle of the clearing however was the 'ship' Blake had so fondly talked about.

With the advent of space travel and the countless numbers of years sense the first "space ship" had been mass produced the technology in space ships had rapidly advanced, eventually becoming a kind of art form in itself. These days many ships contained every amenity one could find on earth and on top of that simply looked damn good.

The ship Blake happily stared at was not one of those ships.

No, the ship that Blake and Yol stared at practically resembled a gigantic rusted out brick shaped object, metal pieces hung off this way and that way from the metal behemoth, the only pieces on it that even looked to be in slightly good shape were the two stuby pair of wings on each side and the enormous rocket boosters at the end of the ship. Blake was well aware that this ship, known as a BR-1, was an extremely older model, it was actually a model almost never seen these days. Irregardless though the thing had been the ship Blake had kept his eye on for years, partly because it was the only piece of scrap he knew he'd ever legally afford and also because the thing felt 'right', like he knew it was meant to be his.

As he stared at it a large smile spread across his face, pushing his sunglasses back down to the base of his nose he continued to stare at the metal monstrosity as if it was a piece of artwork.

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John had knelt down near Alicia and tried to get her moving, but Alicia refused to budge. Yol frowned when Alicia decided to stay there, but after a brief hesitation she told Alicia to yell if she needed anything then raced off after Blake. John had taken one look quick look at the fat prick laying in his own vomit and then at Alicia laying in the dirt.

"Nope........well shit......this.....This is definitely going to hurt! ", John grumbled under his breath.

John looked back at Alicia and took a deep breath almost steeling himself.

"Hey Blondie I'm just going to apologize in advance in the hopes that you don't fucking kill me after this", John said.

John quickly pulled Alicia up and picked her up over his shoulder and began moving to follow after Yol. He had been to the junkyard once before so he had a decent enough idea of the layout that he could at least catch up to Yol. As he started quickly walking after Yol he braced himself for the inevitable barrage of punches, kicks, and swears Alicia was going to give him the entire walk to the ship and probably even after they arrived at the ship.

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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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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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