Robbie Wings's Story

"That sort of thing need justifying?" People died all the Robbie had never cared before, whether he had a hand in it or not. Perhaps it was his less than human perspective. The pirate shrugged. "If people need killin' you kill 'em." That was life. No need to justify it at all.

This man was an odd one, but they were just drinking in a bar. He sipped his own and shook his head. His crew was going to be pissed if he didn't figure out a new place for them to target. Something nicer than what he had chosen last time. That was always the tricky part, of course. Choosing a target.

"A law man can't just go around shooting folks no matter how much they need killed. We had laws back in the day believe it or not." Isaac looked around the bar again a look of disgust momentarily crossing his face as he went back to his Whiskey. It was watered down like it had been the last few times he was here but he still came back mostly because it was cheap and the bartender seemed genuinely afraid of him.

"Haven't had to shoot anyone since I ended up here. Well at least not anyone that mattered too much." The lawman smirked as he brought the glass up to his mouth.

"Penance is a pretty quiet one." He agreed easily. All too quiet. "Too many people on the wrong side of the law to attract the attention Gambit's does." Far too many. The pirate shrugged. "What's a law man doing in a place the law hides from?" He wasn't all that welcome. Robbie couldn't have some cop, no matter what sort, hanging about the place he dropped off the goods near. That was asking to get caught.

The farther this pseudo-cop got from the underbelly of Wing City, the better so far as the pirate was concerned. "I can't imagine you ever get a warm welcome." He certainly wouldn't get one from Robbie.

"Justice shouldn't be blind. It's much better off that way. I left Gambit's after one man decided to come in with his army and swing his dick around. I doubt he could've taken on one of the bartenders there." Isaac took a moment pausing before sipping his whiskey again the glass now rather depleted. His tone didn't seem to change from the smooth southern draw he had as he talked either. It didn't seem the hard stuff had much of an effect on him.

"The cold shoulder has me coming back. I figured one of these boys here will pull on me sooner or later, possibly try to jump me when I leave. Shame they don't put up much of a fight." He finished off the rest of his whiskey with that turning the glass over once more.

"Luckily for you, I'm not a fighter." A lie, but he never did go looking. Well, except for business, of course, but that was something different entirely. "You won't be getting jumped by me." For any reason. Robbie had better things to do than end up in the hospital. His ship, for one thing, always needed attention of some sort.

Still, it was an odd reason to come to a play. "Can't imagine anyone puts up too much of a fight, when you come armed with guns." For this city, guns were a bit of an oddball choice, unless you were the invading nation of the day, of course. Then, well. Then it was almost expected.

"You know I was told that by this one fella that wanted to try and duel me a couple nights back. I was leaving for the night and he said he wanted to see who had the quicker draw. This man wasn't human and he had some kind of fancy energy pistol of some sort. First I thought he was crazy and looked him up and down. Asked him if he was sure wanted to die tonight and he spat back something in some unknown tongue to me. Regardless to say I'm not the one rotting in the alley down the block right now. I suppose it doesn't matter who or what you are. Ignorance seems to be rampant as much today as it is in my world."

Isaac was still looking forward semi loss in space his forearms resting on the counter as he stared off into space talking.

His wings shifted and stretched slightly, and the man shrugged. "See, I have a pretty big reason not to tangle with people with guns." He said quite simply. "And it's called Wings are ridiculously fragile, and I've rather not go to the hospital with bullet holes through thin tissue." That was a bit of a problem.

Robbing an airliner of course, was less of an issue. The victims tended to to be armed after all, and it was easy, once you had a good plan going on. No more wasted life than strictly necessary, nor wasted ammo. The man continued sipping his drink.

"I shoot to kill. Not in my best interest to wound a man or creature and have them come to seek some revenge on me." The man's eyes were beginning to get a bit more bloodshot as the liquor finally started to get processed into his bloodstream.

"Everyone shoots to kill." Robbie pointed out. "Most miss." It was a lot more difficult to kill someone on first shot that most people thought. Severely injure yes, even knock out of a fight. But kill? That was trickier than most toughs liked to admit. Robbie shrugged. "Enjoy your drink, sheriff." He said, amused. "I've got a ship to get back to, calling out my name." And what a ship she was. She was something of his baby, truth told. The man finished off his drink and placed it down again.

"You take it easy as well. Don't get in any trouble, partner. I don't want you looking down the barrel of either of my guns." Isaac said solemnly he continued to sit there staring forward.

Robbie nodded. "Same to you." He stood and left, having finished his business in the area. There wasn't too much more to do in town this time around, but there was maintenance on the ship to do. Hopefully, his crew had stayed out of trouble as well. That, of course, may have been wishful thinking.

"Hey Cap, isn't that the ship that-"

"Yeh." Robbie agreed, and casually flipped the shield on his ship up, watching it land. "Looks like they made it safely this time." He was a little impressed. The air captain had heard about the chaos that particular ship had caused at it's last port. There were only so many ports for Robbie and his crew though. The Wench's Trident didn't need to deal with the chaos that losing half the port would cause not when this one was their home port.

It would be a pain to lose a port because some half assed space pirate could be bothered to learn to land their own ship. Robbie's wings shifted on his back and he looked the ship over, curious. It was in one piece it seemed. Robbie was rather curious to know more. He'd do a flyby later under the guise of stretching his own wings.

The crew grew nervous as the ship slowly lowered into the port. Duri finally decided to get up, after a few swift kicks in the butt but Sayanne. She gripped the wheel and slowly started to shift to one side then the other. "So help me if I have to pay for another island." She mumbled, gripping the board in front of her. "A little to the right, Duri." She commanded, eyes looking from side to side. Sweat began to appear on her forehead. "Now a little to the left." She commanded. Duri obeyed, slightly dozing off. Sayanne turned to get on the phone when she saw Duri.

"For the love.." She huffed and punched Duri's arm. He jumped and gripped the wheel.

"I am up, Shy. My face just looks like that." He said, looking straight ahead.

"We have been knowing each other for years! I know your damn face. Stay away until we land, okay?!" She begged before getting on the phone.

A girl answered nervously, "C-Captain?" She asked.

"Love, I need you to press the BLUE button, okay? NOT the red. THE BLUE." Sayanne said slowly and calmly.

"Blue...not red...got it!" The girl screamed before hanging up. Sayanne stared at Duri, who was suprisingly up and steering. It took a few moments to feel the gravity coming to, pulling the ship down. They landed safely, Duri took that moment to go to the couch and fall right back to sleep. Sayanne left her to it and went down to crew, they were all cheering, and she couldn't help but cheer with them too.

The doors slid open and the floor extended to the dock, "Ah, yes! A smooth landing and no paying for damage!" She exclaimed. Turning to her crew she gave them a stern stair. "Don't cause trouble. You can explore, but don't get in trouble. And lastly, if you find my sister or any clues where she went report back to me." They all nodded and left her on the dock. She looked around and saw a familiar ship.

"Ahoy there friend!" She screamed at the ship next to her.

Robbie snorted and took off, waving to his crew. For the most part they were on shore leave, but he always maintained a skeleton crew on board, just in case. The man took off with a powerful push of his wings and flew over, hovering be the open door. He had a proper deck on his ship of course, but hers was for space. The man smirked to her as he hovered there, wings periodically churning the air to keep him at the right height.

"Cap'n Sayanne." He said with a grin. "Ah see yeh didn' blow up th' port." He said and then glanced to their docking plank, of sorts. "Wha' 'ave ye been up t', yeh foolish space runner." and she was a fool. There was good money to be made safely here in the air, where he didn't have to deal with the disease and darkness and cold that was space.

Besides, he had rather special living requirements most space ships couldn't handle. The pirate grinned widely, rather pleased. It was always fun teasing his fellow pirates, especially the ones who wouldn't try and kill him over it. "Yeh haven't destroyed any other ports 'ave yeh?"

Sayanne blushed before laughing it off. "Oh you know, practice makes perfect, aye?! And no, just that one. I believe my father would have my head if I destroyed another. I made sure my crew was awake and aware. I am starting to get this captain thing down if I do say so myself." She said, rubbing her face, and getting closer to him. "Have you seen my sister? Or are you just getting here too?" She asked.

It has been almost half a year since she has been gone and it seemed like she was always five steps behind her. Instead of plastering on a sad face, she managed to keep a smile on.

"Nah yet no. I'll keep an eye out fer her, as always." It was rather tricky, he knew. He didn't know the full story, just that the other captain was looking for her sister, but that was about it. the winged man landed on the detail and the reptilian wings folded behind him, smoothly moving out of the way.

At least she had landed well this time and hadn't destroyed everything. That was a bit amazing, given the horror of the last time. Of course, the fact that she had ever let her crew sleep through a landing was disturbing. The man smiled to he and then shook his head. "How are th' stars treatin' yeh 'n yer crew?"

Sayanne sighed, "Am I ever going to find that girl?" She thought. "Thanks for keeping an eye out. As for the stars, we did get lost on the way here." She laughed, rubbing the back of her head. "I thought we were suppose to go east of the last dock, turns out Duri was right...we needed to go south west. If I keep this up I will never find her...or I might accidentally crash into someone..which..ha...we almost did. Either way I think it is safe to say I took notes on how to not kill anyone by accident." As she talked she got more upbeat.

She posed at the end of her sentence in triumph. "My father told me I should have practiced more with the ship around our planets, but I showed him!" She yelled to the sky, swinging her finger before calming somewhat down and stared at her friend. "So, have you been to these parts before? Or are we going to have to explore?" She asked her smile going from ear to ear.

"Don't you have a nav computer?" He said and rolled his eyes. "Keep looking, yeah? And maybe your father had a point about practice." The poor girl sucked at landing and got lost in space. Neither was a good thing on their own, but together, well. If they ever disappeared, he would be willing to be she had crashed on an unknown planet in space, lost out of her gourd.

"I've been here before. Come on. There's a bartender that may be able to help you." He said and shrugged. "Not too far from port either. If she's been here, he'll know." So long as Sayanne left the damned ball of fluff here, he'd escort her, but there was a fluff on that ship that hated him almost as much as he hated it.

Commentary had been made by both crews, but never near enough for Robbie to hear it. They knew better.

Sayanne nodded, "We do, I am still learning how to read it. Duri has never even seen one. So we are pretty much going on what we think is right." She laughed nervously. She looked around, astounded by the scenery, but nodded to her friend. "Thanks so much. She seems to be quiet the escapist." Her voice was cheerful yet a little sad.


A little furry ball popped up and jumped from the ship just before the were to head back. Heading straight for Robbie and Sayanne.

Robbie say the damned fuzzball and took off, hovering above the ground. "I'll get you a manuel." he said and gared at the fuzz. "Especially if you keep that thing away from me." Tribbles were basically his least favorite, and that was the simple truth. They were a fuzzball of horror in his eyes and existed to cause him trouble. Worse. This one was a menace.

"Your menace can't come to the bar. It might eat something and then there'd be a plague on the island." He didn't know how the creatures worked, only that they reproduced way too quickly for his tastes. They were all over the place and he didn't like them or anything to do with them.