Space Opera RP: So about 15 outlaws walk into a bar, none duck...
 

"Welcome to the Sce-Sce-Scenic Outlaw Star Space Station. We Ho-Ho-Hope you enjoy your stay. Affordable and quality restaraunts can be Lo-Lo-Located to the - "
"Thank you, where are the bars and armories and pawn shops?" Artemis waved the malfunctioning holomessage away. The last time this dillapidated joint had earned a 'Scenic' superlative was when...Artemis didn't have the mind focus to come up with a decent metaphor, simile, whatever. The holograph flickered out and showed three arrows pointing to the requested locales. "I'm headed to the bar, I'll have JEN message your comlinks when we gotta/hafta go."

Jim smiled. He was as giddy as a kid being taken into a candy store. Actually, he might just head to the one on floor 9, but never mind that. Here he was eagerly awaiting the chance to spend some hard earned credits he had gotten on some new weapons.

"Bwahahaha! Last one to the Arms shop is a Thermyple egg!"
Jam had to cling it's claws to shirt just to stay on from the speed that Jim ran off.

Raze'el had stayed on board, while everyone else took a "vacation".

He had more important things to do... like install that sensor jamming and masking equipment.

Currently he and the woman were in the main navigational room, she bound with magnetic bindings and he doing the actual work under her direction. As he was at work splicing wires and plugging things in, she threw her head back and asked, "You still not gonna give me an answer?"

He bumped his elbow against something, and swore mentally at the cramped space. Calmly he answered, while still tinkering about, "You'll have your answer soon enough."

"Damnit!" she shouted, stomping a foot in a huff. "Do you ALWAYS have to speak in riddles?!"

"Riddle me this, riddle me that..." he muttered, almost enjoying toying with her head.

She grunted again and kicked a nearby box, and soon silence fell on them again.

Except for the banging and welding under the console. "All right. I've tied the secondary command processor into the network. Next step?"

She put her elbows up on her knees and sighed, staring ahead at the wall blankly. "Next you wire together all the relays and processors."

"At the wiring junction cabinet?" he asked, peeking his head out.

She didn't even answer, she just nodded her head glumly. He grabbed his tools and went right over to the cabinet, without a hint of emotion on his face. As he went though, he had a sudden thought that it really wasn't him who should be doing all this, it should be someone else, like Raine, or the pilot... but then again, he'd insisted, because when the time came for it to matter, he wanted to know exactly how this system worked...

He reached the box and set his tools down nearby, and got to work connecting all the processors to the main array, which was now mounted to the hull and interior where the old sensor array used to be. There was sheer silence in the room as he worked, there wasn't even much noise from his wiring, as all he had to do in most places was insert optic fibers into plugs, or run hardlines through a few holes and plate connectors. Moments passed, when the woman finally spoke again. "...I'm going back to prison..."

He tried to ignore her, but she kept going. "I'm gonna get back in that cell... with Anya... and all those damn gaurds... and all those damn Reliance pigs are gonna have fun knocking me around..."

He plugged a wire and grimaced. "Do all you women talk so much?"

She shrugged, apparently not much or at all insulted. "Not all. But most."

He shook his head a bit, focusing on his work again. "Right. I forgot."

"Seriously... you putting me back in jail?" she asked again, her head still resting in her palms.

"Like I said, that's for me to know and you--"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." she said, cutting him off.

Silence again.

A spark, but nothing more.

"Look, these things are chafing my hands..." she suddenly said, sitting up straight and stretching her forearms, grimacing.

He stood up taller and took a break from wiring, he being almost done anyway, and looked at her. She stretched a bit more and looked at him, holding her wrists out. "Think you can take these off for a bit? It's not like I'm going anywhere..."

He just looked at her for a long second, and then sneered. "Right. Like I should trust you not to escape, when you've clearly gotten out of jail once before."

Turning back to his work, he muttered also, "A starship like this would be a cake walk for you."

She was quiet, staring at his back. "No, seriously."

He just wired a little more. "C'mon, this really hurrts..."

She saw nothing but back turned to her. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Nnnnope," he answered without a pause.

She looked on at his back for a while longer, then sighed heavily again and buried her head in her palms, letting out a muffled groan, too.

Raine was giddy too, but not so much as Jim was. She was going over what the supposed market value of the hovercart loaded with their latest pirate weapons would be worth, and more importantly, what she could buy with it.

Certainly over 5 dozen assorted Laser, Plasma, and Shock weapons would be worth enough to buy a good spread of the latest in advanced personal arms. She followed Jim, at a much more reserved pace, as the man made his way to the arms dealer.

"Look, I'm not a sellsex. I'm just out here so my broadphone works," Julice said calmly
"Awww, c'mon, baby! I just bought my own ship!" The scruffy haired man urged.
"How wonderful for you. Really. Now fuck off." Julice shifted positions, her pure white ponytail bobbing a bit.
"Sure, whatever! Go call your mom or something, li'l girl!" The prick taunted.
"Of course, that's exactly what I'm doing," Julice feigned innocense and took out a cigarette. "Hey, asshole. Got a light?"
"You wouldn't even give me the time of day and YOU'RE asking me for a light?"
"Fine, fuck it. Nevermind. Get lost, pal." Julice removed her cigarette and turned her head as someone picked up on the other line. "Yeah, this is Clarentino. Can I please speak to my mother?"
"Damn, what a stuck up bitch," the man left in a huff as the woman got Julice's mafia boss mother.
"Julicella? Is that really you?"
Julice didn't like that name. It had too many goddamn syllables. "Hi, mom."
"How is the world beyond the organization?"
"Pretty good, but then again I did hold my expectations low."

Jim pretty much skipped into the arms shop, though after a look on the Arms dealer, he quickly assumed a much more casual walk.

"So, shopkeep, What's the latest and greatest in the world of weapons?"

The dealer casually hit a button and a revolving door opened up, revealing some particularly shiny energy based assault rifles. "The usual. These are some Freitech assault rifles, model 20021010981, they are capable of firing your standard assault bullets, as well as energy. Their specialty is combining the two into a stream of energy boosted bullets. They not only are capable of piercing even the toughest armors, but will continue to burn through their target even after they've stopped in the flesh or armor."

"Nice. Though if I place my guess right, the armor shop's latest thing on sale is made specifically to stop them."

"Hey, you don't place a weapon on the market until you are able to stop it from killing something, a very good rule if you don't mind my saying so. If you want something unblockable, you'd need some sort of custom job."

"Hmm...I don't suppose you'd have a few for sale?"

"No, I'm sorry, regulations say that I don't. But nonetheless, would you like to try out the Freitech arm in a few, and maybe have a talk in my 'office'?" The shopkeep said with a sly smile.

"I think I just might." Jim answered with a grin.

Robert stepped through the docking collar and onto the space station. He mused that it might have originally had a single classification, but the number of patch jobs, repairs, and jury-rigged systems meant that the original design was probably lost now. It wasn't surprising, given that the station was a 'free market'. He'd found, in his time away from the Sol system that these sorts of places usually attracted all sorts of people, and some of these patch jobs were just big enough to cover up the effects of small-arms fire.

He paused as the damaged holomessage flickered on, attempting to tout the scenic view of the station. He dismissed it, but mused that the greeting program was likely salvaged from somewhere else, and reprogrammed to display this greeting. Dismissing the hologram, Robert stepped a little further into the station and then made up his mind: he wanted a drink. Glancing around, he began heading deeper into the station, figuring he'd stumble over a bar somewhere along the way. After the drink, he decided he'd take a look around to see what was for sale.

Yes, I was waiting to use that one. XD
 

(( Like... perhaps... sex change operations for cheap? -_^ ))

Killik walked alongside Raine at first, with the newly encoded plasma saber hanging from his hip. He generally didn't care much to get weapons past the pistols he already carried, but he could use a few more thermal detonators, and besides, with her sudden interest in pirating AND her knowledge of his favorite toys she'd become one of his favorite crew members.

"Thanks, again, for altering the encoding on this thing for mmmeeee..." he trailed off as he noticed Julice on the phone being harassed, "...excuse me for a moment," the pirate excused himself and walked away from Raine to meet the irritating man.

Now, Killik didn't know Julice very well, and, therefore, wasn't particularily fond of her. She was a member of his crew, however, and to a Namkin crew was family.

"Damn, what a stuck up bitch," the man as he walked away from Julice and turned a corner, where Killik put an arm around his neck, like one might do to an old friend.

"Hey there, Buddy! ...I didn't hear you harassing my crew mate, did I?" Killik asked his voice moving from friendly to dangerous in a matter of seconds.

"Eh, what're yo..." the man began before being cut off by Killik speaking once more.

"Because, you know, we Namkins consider crew mates family, and it really irritates me when someone treats my sisters like that..."

The thug quickly came to realize what kind of trouble he was in, and, luckily for him, he didn't happen to be much of a fighter, a fact he knew which was accentuated by the sight of Killik's laser pistol. "Hey, listen man, I didn't know, I'm sorry, alright? No need to hurt anyone, right?"

Killik released the man's neck and shrugged helplessly. "Well, I don't know... but I know I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, eh?" The dangerous tone remained, and the man gulped a bit before walking back around the corner.

"Oh, and wait till she's off the phone... you don't want to disturb her," Killik called after the man as he waited and watched from around the corner and the hapless sap made his way back to Julice, waiting politely, with a slightly terrified look.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll be home once I become a real lady. ...Yeah, I love you, too, sheesh. Right, bye."
Julice disconnected her line and turned around to go attend to more official matters and saw the guy that had assumed she was a prostitute only a moment ago.
"What?"
The guy stepped forward a little bit, then bowed deeply to Julice.
"Sss...sorry for all the things I said. Okay? Sorry."
Then he darted away, passing Julice and vanishing from her sight as though her gaze could turn him to stone.
"What was that all about?" Julice blinked, and decided that "don't ask, don't tell" was probably the way to go about this. It was a free market so she was bound to meet up with a crazy or two.