It has been one year since the experience with the leyline. The year has been largely uneventful, save for a single lead on Melphina's past: the name Annalii. However, the lead appeared to be false. Annalii was a street artist who apparently died at the age of 11.
The crew has spent the remainder of the year hunting down numerous bounties, and in the process somehow managed to blow up nearly 1,000,000 wong's worth of property, machinery, etc. more than they made bounty hunting. Aisha has taken an interest in a male Ctarl Ctarl named Sorn, and the feeling is obviously mutual. Suzuka has consumed approximately 982 gallons of tea, and shows no sigsn of stopping. She continues her job as an assassin while staying with the others. Gene has done nearly no work, and prefers to stare at Melphina for several hours at a time. Jim has been afflicted with numerous migraines, which of course have no connection to Gene's sloth.:) He also celebrated his twelfth birthday by going to the movie Captain Bloodhunter III. He no longer has dinner before movies.
They now have returned to Centinel III in a desperate attempt to raise money, and are currently residing there.
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Jim yawned and leaned back in his chair. Starwind and Hawking was low on money again, and of course it was up to the younger member to seek out the job. He glanced over at Gene. As usual, he was staring at Melphina again.
Jim often wondered why his aniki didn't just gather up his courage and pop the big Q. They obviously both liked each other. The twelve year-old sighed and shook his blonde-crowned head. He really should get back to work. Their current total debts added up to exactly 926,684 wong. He scrolled down the wanted section of the police's files.
Hacker Hanna
Wanted for hacking into and altering valuable business files.
450 wong.
Robber Rob
Wanted for robbing numerous bars and shops.
100 wong.
Kill-a-man Kurt
Wanted for murder.
20000 wong.
He should make note of that last one. The rest were just pathetic, and all of them had a strange, corny sound to their names that just gave him the creeps. He scrolled down some more. Blah, blah, blah, and, just for a change of pace, blah, He thought. We need some real wanted man, not just a bunch of nobodies pretending they're bad They're not worth anything. He was about to give up when something caught his eye. No way... He reread it, just knowing he hadn't seen correctly the first time. Surely there weren't that many zeros.
Wasp
Wanted for numerous murders, hijacking, thefts, robberies, etc.
1,000,000 wong.
There were. He stared at the picture of the gaunt, swarthy face and long, lank black hair. It looked like the man didn't really need a bounty hunter to pick him off- more like he would just drop dead from malnutrition any day now. Or was it even a he? The face was so slim, and the hair shadowed the eyes... It was hard to tell. But that didn't matter. They'd finally found a real job! Or rather, Jim had found them a real job. Oh well, business as usual.
"GENE!!!!" The redheaded man turned.
"What? Didja find something?" Gene said, annoyed. He was always annoyed when he had to pull his full attention from her...
"Did I find something? DID I FIND SOMETHING??? ANIKI LOOK!" Hastily he printed out the ad and shoved in front of Gene's face. Gene grabbed the paper. His narrowed eyes widened as he read the reward.
"Woah!"
"What is it?" Melphina wanted to know. She pulled her nose from the book she was reading and peered over at the two guys.
"A good-paying job!" Gene said, eyes as big as dinner plates. "We can finally pay off all those debts, and still have money left over." Money I can use to buy her a... "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find him!"
They didn't see the face watching through the window. With the sun behind it, it was almost impossible to distinguish from the shadows. A smile glimmered, and a hand brushed a strand of shadowed hair back. A voice murmured quietly, in a pleasantly even voice, slightly amused.
"Too easy..."
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It didn't take much questioning before they learned the whereabouts of someone to talk to about Wasp. Just a little poking, prodding, and bribing of the little spare wong they had left. They also had to have several cases of "amnesia" concerning the sources of information. They now headed through a back alley, almost impossible to get through, as it was so littered with trash.
"Seems this Wasp guy's pretty tough, huh Gene?" Jim said as he rooted around for the cellar door that was supposed to be around there. Gene looked up.
"I guess." He looked at the wanted picture again. "Doesn't look so bad to me. Man, I can't find the blasted door anywhere!" He said angrily. They heard a soft laugh from above. Gene readied his caster and called out. "Who's there?" They heard a soft swooshing sound, and a black-cloaked figure dropped down, seemingly coming from nowhere. It straightened.
"What business is it of yours?" a soft, female voice purred.
"We're looking for someone who knows about Wasp," Gene answered.
"Follow me." The figure stepped over to the brick wall and tapped a stone in a pattern that the two bounty hunters couldn't see. It slid in, followed by a door-sized section of the wall. She slipped in, and they followed. Just like in movies, Jim thought. Weird.
Inside the wall was what looked like an interrogation room. There was a small round table in the middle, with a single lightbulb hanging from above. Strangely convenient, three chairs sat around the table.
"Please, sit." They did. She sat as well. "Now. About Wasp." The woman rested her chin on her hands. "I've tried to hunt him down many a time, throughout many systems... Never did get him. Normally I won't give out information, though I can be persuaded..." She left the sentence hanging.
"With what?" She shrugged, then spoke. "Money, equipment... Weapons." She eyed the caster. Jim watched.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Depends. Maybe I'll just do it because..." She paused. Gene waited. He had to hear that voice again. It sounded almost familiar. A very faint memory, perchance. It continued. "Because I'm interested." They couldn't see it, but they could definitely feel her gaze upon them, sizing them up. "Yes," she decided finally. "Wasp often hangs out around that old dead garden on the outskirts. What's it called. Eden." She did not go on.
"That's it? All right." Gene stood up, as did Jim. She got up and walked to the door, pushing it open. "Oh, and Starwind?" Gene turned.
"Yea?" She smiled slightly.
"He's not named after a stinging insect for nothing."
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Revised it a bit. I think it's better with more at the end. Tell me whatcha think! And keep checking back, I might do this again.
The crew has spent the remainder of the year hunting down numerous bounties, and in the process somehow managed to blow up nearly 1,000,000 wong's worth of property, machinery, etc. more than they made bounty hunting. Aisha has taken an interest in a male Ctarl Ctarl named Sorn, and the feeling is obviously mutual. Suzuka has consumed approximately 982 gallons of tea, and shows no sigsn of stopping. She continues her job as an assassin while staying with the others. Gene has done nearly no work, and prefers to stare at Melphina for several hours at a time. Jim has been afflicted with numerous migraines, which of course have no connection to Gene's sloth.:) He also celebrated his twelfth birthday by going to the movie Captain Bloodhunter III. He no longer has dinner before movies.
They now have returned to Centinel III in a desperate attempt to raise money, and are currently residing there.
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Jim yawned and leaned back in his chair. Starwind and Hawking was low on money again, and of course it was up to the younger member to seek out the job. He glanced over at Gene. As usual, he was staring at Melphina again.
Jim often wondered why his aniki didn't just gather up his courage and pop the big Q. They obviously both liked each other. The twelve year-old sighed and shook his blonde-crowned head. He really should get back to work. Their current total debts added up to exactly 926,684 wong. He scrolled down the wanted section of the police's files.
Hacker Hanna
Wanted for hacking into and altering valuable business files.
450 wong.
Robber Rob
Wanted for robbing numerous bars and shops.
100 wong.
Kill-a-man Kurt
Wanted for murder.
20000 wong.
He should make note of that last one. The rest were just pathetic, and all of them had a strange, corny sound to their names that just gave him the creeps. He scrolled down some more. Blah, blah, blah, and, just for a change of pace, blah, He thought. We need some real wanted man, not just a bunch of nobodies pretending they're bad They're not worth anything. He was about to give up when something caught his eye. No way... He reread it, just knowing he hadn't seen correctly the first time. Surely there weren't that many zeros.
Wasp
Wanted for numerous murders, hijacking, thefts, robberies, etc.
1,000,000 wong.
There were. He stared at the picture of the gaunt, swarthy face and long, lank black hair. It looked like the man didn't really need a bounty hunter to pick him off- more like he would just drop dead from malnutrition any day now. Or was it even a he? The face was so slim, and the hair shadowed the eyes... It was hard to tell. But that didn't matter. They'd finally found a real job! Or rather, Jim had found them a real job. Oh well, business as usual.
"GENE!!!!" The redheaded man turned.
"What? Didja find something?" Gene said, annoyed. He was always annoyed when he had to pull his full attention from her...
"Did I find something? DID I FIND SOMETHING??? ANIKI LOOK!" Hastily he printed out the ad and shoved in front of Gene's face. Gene grabbed the paper. His narrowed eyes widened as he read the reward.
"Woah!"
"What is it?" Melphina wanted to know. She pulled her nose from the book she was reading and peered over at the two guys.
"A good-paying job!" Gene said, eyes as big as dinner plates. "We can finally pay off all those debts, and still have money left over." Money I can use to buy her a... "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find him!"
They didn't see the face watching through the window. With the sun behind it, it was almost impossible to distinguish from the shadows. A smile glimmered, and a hand brushed a strand of shadowed hair back. A voice murmured quietly, in a pleasantly even voice, slightly amused.
"Too easy..."
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It didn't take much questioning before they learned the whereabouts of someone to talk to about Wasp. Just a little poking, prodding, and bribing of the little spare wong they had left. They also had to have several cases of "amnesia" concerning the sources of information. They now headed through a back alley, almost impossible to get through, as it was so littered with trash.
"Seems this Wasp guy's pretty tough, huh Gene?" Jim said as he rooted around for the cellar door that was supposed to be around there. Gene looked up.
"I guess." He looked at the wanted picture again. "Doesn't look so bad to me. Man, I can't find the blasted door anywhere!" He said angrily. They heard a soft laugh from above. Gene readied his caster and called out. "Who's there?" They heard a soft swooshing sound, and a black-cloaked figure dropped down, seemingly coming from nowhere. It straightened.
"What business is it of yours?" a soft, female voice purred.
"We're looking for someone who knows about Wasp," Gene answered.
"Follow me." The figure stepped over to the brick wall and tapped a stone in a pattern that the two bounty hunters couldn't see. It slid in, followed by a door-sized section of the wall. She slipped in, and they followed. Just like in movies, Jim thought. Weird.
Inside the wall was what looked like an interrogation room. There was a small round table in the middle, with a single lightbulb hanging from above. Strangely convenient, three chairs sat around the table.
"Please, sit." They did. She sat as well. "Now. About Wasp." The woman rested her chin on her hands. "I've tried to hunt him down many a time, throughout many systems... Never did get him. Normally I won't give out information, though I can be persuaded..." She left the sentence hanging.
"With what?" She shrugged, then spoke. "Money, equipment... Weapons." She eyed the caster. Jim watched.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Depends. Maybe I'll just do it because..." She paused. Gene waited. He had to hear that voice again. It sounded almost familiar. A very faint memory, perchance. It continued. "Because I'm interested." They couldn't see it, but they could definitely feel her gaze upon them, sizing them up. "Yes," she decided finally. "Wasp often hangs out around that old dead garden on the outskirts. What's it called. Eden." She did not go on.
"That's it? All right." Gene stood up, as did Jim. She got up and walked to the door, pushing it open. "Oh, and Starwind?" Gene turned.
"Yea?" She smiled slightly.
"He's not named after a stinging insect for nothing."
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Revised it a bit. I think it's better with more at the end. Tell me whatcha think! And keep checking back, I might do this again.