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| Log 1896 | |
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| Date of Scene: | 09 August 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Star-Lord, Captain Coco
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- Star-Lord has posed:
"Not cool, dude! Not cooooooooool!"
The Legendary Outlaw that is (not quite) known as STAR-LORD is actually running through Knowhere at this exact moment. In fact, one could even say that he's going Knowhere Fast. All puns and jokes aside, though, Star-Lord is in a full out run as he seems to be running from the direction and sounds of an angry mob. There are multiple angry voices and there are no sounds of authority or anything because it's freaking Knowhere. If you survive, you win. That's just the way things go around these parts.
Star-Lord doesn't have any weapons out but he's certainly not making it easy for whomever's after him to catch up. He makes sure to bob and weave close enough through the pedestrian traffic that anyone trying to get a clear shot could possibly hit someone else. And when a shot of energy whizzes by his ear and takes out a random Baltraxian, Peter stops and stares with a slackjawed expression and immediately turns to look behind him...
"Crap!" Peter ducks another blast and turns to take off running again.
- Captain Coco has posed:
Mobs aren't typically Coco's bag, but well she's a traveler yo. She's up to take in the local flavor, and well mobs seems like what's hot out here. Unfortunately her timing is off, stepping out just in time to see Peter round a corner. Pirate skull screwing around to watch the crowd, before she steps away from the bar. Those chunky squared off wings unfolding out to either side with an audible -CLACK- as they lock into place, before she lights up the drive motor and well. She's off like a shot, hurtling skyward without another word spoken.
Is she "Bugging out" (hah), no she's looking for Peter from on high. She doesn't normally do this hero thing when she ain't getting payed neither, but well. Local flavor and all.
- Star-Lord has posed:
Quill doubles back through a side door that he shouldn't know about and when he comes out the other side, he's far behind the Mob of Death and has a face full of multi-colored lipstick. Also, there are some dark blue secretions dripping off his jacket and hair. He stops long enough to fling some of it off and he gives a forced shudder with his body. "That's the third time I'm glad I keep my tab at Madame Zupad's paid in full."
Peter takes a moment to glance down where the Mob of Death has disappeared off to and then steps out with a slightly more confident strut since he's bought himself some time. He normally doesn't have time. But now he does. Even if there's a shadow of something flying overhead that he's not paying attention to because he's trying to get lipstick off his face.
- Captain Coco has posed:
Theres a soft rush of wind, and then well in comes Coco. She swings just overhead, flips once and hits the deck with a neat rearward slide. Wings flickering back and fourth, hey articulated pop out wings rad right? Carbine held close across her chest, as a lower hand drops to rest casually against the hilt of that sheathed cutlass. Holographic skull rolling up to lock "eyes" with Peter, as Coco rises to her full height. "Well well, young man."That skull's jaw does curiously enough to move in time with her speach, because what the fuck did you expect. Some sort of poor person, without a fully articulated holographic pirate skull for a face?
"Tell you what, why don't we go someplace a little more relaxed before your boyish mammalian charms causes yet more ruckus?"And a pause as Coco leans on one foot to peer around Peter, before those wings finally fold back down with another audible clicker-clack of the machinery. "Unless you're otherwise enguaged, of course?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
"Uh." Peter's seen a lot of weird things during his lifetime in space and he's okay with pretty much everything. Even holographic skull heads. It's all very digital age. But the words coming from the mouth that moves all weird are making him look over his own shoulder just in case. "As long as you're paying. I'm all tapped out." Peter doesn't mention any of the units he lifted while dodging the mob of death. He stole those unites fair and square!
"And for the record I don't have Mammalian Charms." Peter almost says this with a pout. "It's much more nuanced than that. Sort of a uh... Pelvic Sorcery." And that's when he hears the sounds of a Mob of Death that doesn't have their victim yet and his eyes go wide.
"So uh, yeah, lead the way!"
- Captain Coco has posed:
"Oh by the way, you got a little uhh."Coco half turns to lead, before producing...a space wetnap. It's totally fine and cool, because it's in space right? "Anyway I'm Captain Cocofantuxian Toremno, you can call me "Coco" if you prefer." Coco doesn't seem to be in a huge rush, but well she does a pretty good job of parting the crowd as she goes. Then again she's in a hardsuit, is openly walking around with a longarm and has a skull for a face. So yeah, of course she does.
"Anyway Loli spoke highly of you, said you were between steady gigs?"And a turn to head into, oh hey they're headed towards the docks. "Oh and really what was all that nonsense, you skip a bill or something?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
"Loli?" Peter's following along and trying to keep pace with the parter of the people because it works out in his favor to be next to someone that draws the attention away from his normal looking self. "Oh! Princess Gothstool!" It takes Peter a moment to realize who's being talked about right now. "Coco, huh? I'm sure she's probably mentioned you or something. Yeah..." It's obvious that Peter is fake remembering the time that Gothic Lolita told him all about the Captain with the SKULL FACE. He nods along.
"Hm?" Peter plays dumb for the longest short moment of his career. "Oh! Oh that. That was just a little game me and those guys play. We call it Death Tag." Peter reaches out to touch a shoulderish(??!) part of Coco. "Tag! You're Dead!" Yeah, Peter immediately dismissive waves this off. "Anyway, yes, steady gigs are few and far between. You looking to hire the Guardians of the Galaxy?"
- Captain Coco has posed:
"Death tag, yeah used to play that back during the war."Coco offers casually, circling around to the shadow cast by her own ship. That cranked arrowhead sort've thing, or more precisely the protection offered by the well armed Droids standing around keeping back the curious. It's something worth being curious about mind you, it's unlike anything in this end of the galaxy. A neat flat arrowhead sort of shape, covered in compound angles and dogtoothed corners. It's not the sort of thing you scrape together, This is the kind of thing it takes a dedicated naval yard to keep up. Though her gunports are covered, well there are a lot of them and the ones upfront especially seem particularly large for a ship her size. Frigatte, corvette maybe?
"I'm a Privateer by trade, and typically I'm rather comfortable operating on my own. Loli however, said it might benefit you to tag along on a contract or two."Pausing to wave after those droids, who casually snag a trio of crates and plunk them down. It's hardly fancy, but enough for an impromptu little table and chairs. "So tell me, Mr. Quill. What do you know about "Colony Cracking" as a profession, that is. "
- Star-Lord has posed:
"... Whoa." Peter Quill's Keanu Moment is full on and totally radical because he's just standing there and staring at the ship until the crates are plopped down to give him somewhere to actually sit. And even when he manages to sit down he's actually a little bit more distracted by the ship and its impeccable awesomeness. "I need to stop staring ot the Milano's gonna' get jealous."
Peter forces himself to look away from the ship and almost immediately he raises an eyebrow. "Well, we are a group of tag alongs if there ever was one." Peter quips and gets comfortable on his crate. "Colony Cracking? Is that anything like Whack-A-Mole?"
- Captain Coco has posed:
"So space colony out in the sticks, Residential, industrial, research doesn't matter. Place goes dark one day, stops talking to the folks back at home with no warning. Sometimes a coms array died, sometimes pirates, sometimes some sort of unknown nasty got aboard and killed every man woman and child. Point is you don't know, and a lot of these big colonies are in basically the middle of nowhere. Well these places. the citizenry who live there? They got insurance, and the insurance companies don't gotta pay unless these folks are dead right? Well if somone is missing for more than six months, you can indeed legally declare them dead. So the insurance companies, they hire somone to go out there. Maybe rescue, maybe just confirm the death."Coco pauses as one of those droids swings around with a serving tray, oh hey is that tea and biscuits? It's -SPACE- tea, and -SPACE- biscuits.
"Well if the place I venture into is totally empty, or taken over by pirate types? Prize law states everything there is mine, legal salvage. Of course if they're alive, I just get my fee which is not at all inconsiderable. You can do the math, think about how much juice you can squeeze out of a colony."Pausing to lean foreward, Not quite bothering with the tea herself. "I'm not interested in salvage, at all. So I'd be willing to allow tag alongs, if they earn their fare. Help find the deceased, or verify the living. You're free to claim whatever salvage you want along the way, as much as the hold can carry. No strings, no screwing around. You can fly your own boat, but I suspect the distances may be a bit big for you. I have cabins, but I'd expect you to do your fair share of chores along the way to make the arrangement perfectly square."And a glance over her own shoulder, up at the massive Corvette over shoulder. "Does this sound interesting?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
Peter's already grabbing a biscuit because food is freaking delicious. Especially in space. And especially after running for his life. He passes on the tea because that's just not up his alley. He can grab some drinks in the pub after all this is said and done. He finishing chewing the biscuit and grabs another one in preparation for more chomping.
"Sounds pretty good." That's all he has to say on the topic/ "I mean, I'm not really a chore kind of guy but I'm thinking it might be a nice side gig." He takes another bite of his new biscuit... while he still has some of the first biscuit in his other hand. Chewchewchew! "Let me talk to my crew. See how they feel about it. You keep me posted as to your next Colonial Crackage?" And he's back to biscuit biting!
- Captain Coco has posed:
"Next one is in a few days, private insurance this time. The company that employed these guys, supposedly doesn't exist. They just employed about eighty top notch genetic engineers, xenobiologists and some dude with a doctorate in "Experimental surgery" which is a terrifying thing I didn't even know existed. Anyway, I'll be in town for a little while longer but when the time comes. I ship out with or without you, I'm a professional."Coco, the holographic skulled, gold coin gilded, cutlass wearing space professional folks.
"Colony apparently held something like eight thousand souls, it's been dark for six months in a publically uncharted system out in the black."Coco thumbs up over her shoulder casually. "We can just talk ships too if you want, I mean like that's kind of half the fun of doing this stuff. You're Captain of the uhh, Milano yeah?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
"That I am, aye." Peter sounds all proud like he assumes a father would sound talking about their kid. He smirks for a moment when he realizes he might even sound like Yondu a little bit but then he's biting down more biscuit. What a eater this one seems to be turning out to be.
"She's nothing like the Imperial Star Destroyer you've got back there." Peter nods towards the epic ship. "But she gets the job done."
- Captain Coco has posed:
"That is a Prvi Pediwate class Light displacement Corvette, came out of the Boshten shipyards right at the end of the big raids."And well with a -snap- of the fingers, that ultra black receeds somewhat. Her hull is covered in Jolly Rogers, and well her name is in god knows what language. "Thats the B-D-S, Very Best Intentions. It is my very favorite ship, and I think it's just the very best thing in all the universe. Do not however, be so down on your own boat."And another -snap-, and that paint begins to fade back into ultra-matte.
"Getting the job done, is all that matters. So in that respect, The Milano is every bit the equal of the V-B-I there. Besides, having a Corvette has it's downsides. I mean never anywhere to park, every system police vessel I run across wants to try and start some shit. Also it lacks a Snack cave, which I just learned is apparently a totally legitimate things some ships have."And well that Skull grins, somewhat. "I mean what sort of luxury tub do you need, to have a built in -snack cave- right?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
"Hey, don't get me wrong. The Milano is the best ship in the galaxy if you ask me. I wouldn't part with her for the world. Any world." He realizes that's probably a tall order. "When it comes to ships? The Milano always shows that she's the boss." He tosses the rest of those biscuits into his mouth and he's up on his feet.
"So..." Star-Lord finishes up on his snack meal and rubs his hands together. "You gonna' give me the two unit tour or what?" Peter flashes a big ol' grin.