John Fawkes (prefers to be called Fawkes's Story

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.

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.

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.

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.

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'.

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.

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.