Arcane hums happily as he flies through Omega. His flight path taking him away from the designated skycar and truck's floating roadways. His eyes looking over the small gauges and numbers all within his vision as a sort of HUD for a fighter jet.
His mother did explain that all pegasus has this innate ability to help them fly. But she did mention that what they all see is unique to the pony. This ranges from their personality, experience, and what is recognizable to them. Such as, for example, mommy Rainbow who described it more of a rainbow pattern and merely altitude and speed. Which is all she needs to fly. His father, however, describes his as more of the CFA-44 Nosferatu's cockpit screens and gauges back in the days of the war. Though, he mentioned they changed when he got used to the two he pilots for training recruits and the occasional scout mission which were the ADF-01 Falken and X-02 Wyvern. Now, it is more of a combination of the two. Going so far as to describe how his vision seems to be recognizing what's good on both of them and using only those but still has all the information that those two jets display, even if he might not need it all the time.
Blitz eventually became a prime case study for this by both pegasus scientists and Twilight.
Arcane kept looking around in the meantime. His target is a small cargo station. Though his eyes have already looked over almost thirty areas and none of them were it. But what else can he expect from a station of so much trade, both legal and illegal? Rounding an interaction, he kicks off a large cargo truck to turn, his eyes again looking up and down from the highway to see what cargo areas contain his mark. Even making a fly by some of them and getting weird looks from the crew and guards working at the areas. But then he passes one and stops mid-flight to look back and see an insignia on a guard's arm. One of a coyote.
Arcane hums before flying upward and surveys the cargo area. His eyes spotting the ten guards watching from small walkways and doors. Then he sees the workers of the area that all had their own insignias and were moving one of the containers around. He was about to land before deciding to watch what happens. He then sees them stop the cargo and open the door to it. Two workers going in and pulling out another, smaller, container. Arcane smirks to himself before closing his wings and lands hard, bending the metal slightly under his hooves and making everyone turn to face him.
Arcane hums and spins to look at everyone and where they are. "Okay. I will make this simple. All I want is that crate," he calls put, pointing a hoof towards the smaller one still hooked up. "Everything else is yours, you can be free to do more, possibly, illegal activities, and walk away with your life. By the way, mother bucking sith here," he chuckles, waving a hoof around and hears rifles and pistols click and hum.
Arcane now frowns as he turns an eye to one at the main doorway. "I am giving you all one chance. Drop whatever weapon you have and walk away. Continue and you won't see your cozy apartment," he warns, taking a look around at all the expressions being made, noticing only a few seem shaky at best. "Oh and I am not leaving without that cargo," he adds, pointing to it.
Another round of clicks and hums sound out to which Arcane sighs while his horn becomes encased in magic. "Did I forget to mention I am also a mother bucking alicorn?" he asks almost rhetorically, his armor pieces flapping slightly from the magical aura flying off of him.
Two guys become smart people at that point while the rest opened fire. Arcane's magical and barrier shields flashed with every hit as he moves to hide behind some large crates. He then redirects his shields to cover the other side, bullets either disintegrating on impact or bouncing off into lumps of metal onto the ground.
Arcane breathes in carefully as he looks to those he can see while his horn becomes brighter. Strong small beams of magic shot out from the tip and flies through the air, striking the guns out of their hands. The guns clatter onto the ground below from the walkway while the men all shake their hands from the impact. Then taking cover from any subsequent magic blast that he might send out as they peek out from time to time. But Arcane didn't stop there as he looks to how the walkways are built and start to use his magic on the braces and anchors. Loud squeaking echoing throughout the area before they all look to see the bolts coming loose and start to run. Only half wasn't quick enough as the walkway fell apart into a heap, those under it also being crushed by the falling scraps of metal.
Fourteen.
A few landed on top and almost folded as they landed hard onto the bars and beams of metal, a cry of pain and grunts coming out of their pained mouths. Arcane uses his magic and activates a grenade on each of them, the beeps echoing throughout the bay area. Cries of surprises coming those that are down and out, while they try to reach back and unhook the grenades to get rid of them. But only one was successful as the rest exploded either still stuck on the belt or in the hand, blowing a large chunk out of those now trapped. The one successful throwaway sent his own into a random direction, just wanting to get it away from him. But he tossed it near some fuel for the cargo lift that causes the tanks to explode, sending a fiery ball of explosion and sharp heated metal flying everywhere. Two more were taken down, pointed tips of metal embedded in their backs or poking out the front as they fall face down.
Nine.
Now that there was no more gunfire towards his open and blindspots, he moves his shield in front of him, making it smaller and only covering the edges of the crate he is hiding behind. Already he can feel his magic starting to strain from the initial gunfire, but now that everything is smaller, and there are fewer of them, it should be much easier to handle the magical flow. Arcane lifts his head slightly, peeking above the bullet-ridden crate, and sees the rest hiding behind the many crates and guardrails that line the area. He then pulls his head back and looks around before spotting a rifle that was tossed when the walkway came crashing down. He proceeds to use his magic and lift it up, keeping it low to the ground before it flies off behind the group in the air.
Now Arcane frowns as he realizes he won't have that good an aim and so waits. Someone then peeks out from behind a crate in the far back and he adjusts the aim before firing a burst of bullets towards him. The bullets whizzing by past the dock worker's head and causing him to duck back behind the safety of his crate. Arcane can only presume that he is looking where that is coming from. He then adjusts a little more to the side and fires off another round. A flare of blue shields lights up from around the corner and Arcane pulls the trigger, keeping a steady stream of fire on that position till the shields were gone and then a body crumpled to the ground.
Eight.
The gun above clicks empty and Arcane clicks his tongue, tossing it away into the void below. He then ducks behind his crate again as he thinks, trying to figure out how to get all these guys at once before blinking and facehooving. He's not only a mother bucking alicorn. He's a mother bucking idiot.
A few of the remaining workers and Coyotes peek out, trying to see what Arcane will do next before they see a large pulsing wave of light coming from behind the crate. The light becoming brighter as they all try to figure out what Arcane is planning to fire at them next. It was then answered when a large magical shockwave occurred, blasting and pushing away the smaller crates to send them flying over the edge. While the larger ones were pushed back hard, the ones hiding behind them sent onto their asses and knocked out.
Arcane pants carefully, trying to get his breathing under control as his horn sizzles from the tip. He slowly peeks over the edge of his crate cover and sees the bodies on the ground, unmoving. He grins as he walks out, but keeps his shield up just in case. A small clicking coming from the armor on his back as he takes out his lightsaber. He keeps looking over all the bodies, making sure none are moving before going to the crate he was supposed to grab.
Arcane hums when he reaches it. He then lifts a hoof and taps the door and hears the classic metal knocking noise. He nods to himself before opening it and sees a chained down crate inside. Arcane tilts his head but shrugs, thinking its not his problem once he delivers this thing. So he closes the door again and pulls it to the only undamaged air truck left on the platform.
As he was pulling, he suddenly hears a click from the side and looks to see one of the men finally up. A pistol in his hand that lets loose a bullet. Arcane's horn flaring as he tries to bring the shield back up but it was too late as two of them slips through. But luckily, they hit his horn plate, breaking and chipping it. Arcane glares as he turns his head back to the man to fire off a magical blast at him, sending his body flying away into the metal scrap heap into a crumpled mess. Arcane breathes out carefully before making sure none of the rest were waking up and hurries to pull the crate into the truck.
After doing so, he puts in the coordinates for the drop off zone before sending it away. He smiles as the truck locks itself up and flies off into the highway stream. He nods to himself before opening his wings and flying off. His mind wondering if the others have beaten him back to the bar already.
Dadea hums, typing and scrolling through her omnitool for the list of parts and upgrades they would need for the ship. Which reminds her, they would need to make a name for it soon. At the moment, however, she is walking through the market and taking in the amount of stuff on sale. Or just overpriced pieces of crap. Dadea even thinks that the captain would be shaking all those guys down and making sure they don't do this again. But he seems too nice for that. Her scrolling came to one of the important parts they need which are a stabilizer. As she looks around, she sees quite a few stalls with terminals for large stabilizers, but she needs something a little better. Not something for a capital or cargo ship. Dadea walks up and looks through whatever these stalls have, but leaves just as quickly. After five of them, she was starting to get frustrated at this point. All of what she saw is mostly crap. It would either be too powerful or weak to keep their ship together.
"Dammit. Nothing here works," she complains, giving one last scroll as she walks away without even seeing the last few items. Already knowing it's the same crap from before.
"Looking for something specific?" a voice asks.
Dadea, hearing that, looks back to see a salarian and, judging by his gear, he was with Eclipse. "Yeah. You saying you might have something?" Dadea asks.
"You look like someone looking for something very important. Enough to blow off all the ship parts traders. So, in my conclusion, something that is in a small range and precise control," the salarian guesses.
"Judging by your style, Eclipse. Do you know what is in dock C7?" Dadea asks and the salarian gets on his omnitool to look.
"This…this is unprecedented. I have never seen this kind of ship before," the salarian tries to say, unable to come up with a concrete answer.
"It's a prototype and we are trying to upgrade it with better than the initial loadout," Dadea informs.
The salarian hums as he looks through the ship's information. "No real information in the database, created just a month ago, and all custom built based on the available part listings. Shape is based on alliance…no. A hybrid. Equestrian? As they have only made one official line of ships for their fleet."
"What about the Dark Line of ships? Isn't that the main design they use?" Dadra asks.
"Yes, but the original ship of the series wasn't created by them," the salarian says.
"So, you think you can find something for it?" Dadea asks.
The salarian hums as he quickly scrolls through the part listings and then smiles. "Are you looking for a gravity stabilizer to handle a ship of this style?"
"Amongst other things," Dadea informs.
"I can speak to contacts. I have a stabilizer that can fit your needs at the moment. However, the other parts that you say you need will need time to come in," the salarian admits.
"That's fine. We aren't going anywhere soon. So on delivery, payment?" Dadea asks, crossing her arms while holding an intrigued look on her face. Already this was turning out to be fruitful.
"Yes. After all, who knows if it is correct until you look at the information yourself. I shall have the stabilizer sent to your docking bay and you can accept or decline it once you have the time," the salarian informs, tapping away at his notepad to place the order.
"Nice doing business with you," Dadea says smirking as she walks away.
Jaix slowly breathes out as he looks over the lower wards. Crowds of many species walking around to the point of covering each other. This even made it hard to track the intended target with how the faces seem to blend in when layered over the top of one another. But Jaix just kept looking, holding up the contract picture in his hand and keeping an eye on the crowd past it. Possible matches coming up, but it wasn't them.
Already, he has been standing on this crate for a while now, acting very obvious to the large crowd of citizens and passersby that he was hunting. But he wanted this. His eyes weren't just scanning the faces. He was also watching their actions. He then takes out his blaster as he sees another possible match but something felt off. This one possible match is looking around much more than usual at the little stalls. It was like this one turian was watching for someone. When the gaze lands on Jaix, Jaix stares back and the turian felt the empty cold gaze as if there was a flame behind it. And it wasn't happy to see them.
The turian immediately turns and pushes others aside. As he throws them to the ground, Jaix jumps down and chases after him. A steady jog as he holds his blaster up and at the ready. The turian looks behind him and freaks out with a terrified expression as he sees Jaix calmly walking towards him. And Jaix watching as he bumps and almost falls over from the many pedestrians around him. It hardly phased Jaix as the turian acted like a bumbling idiot. The biggest thought in Jaix mind while chasing the guy was what did he do to get such a big bounty.
The turian now topples over something as Jaix steps over the fallen over parts and crates. Still following the bounty as he smashes into a door and tries to open it, but it kept coming up to an error. Jaix raises a scaled eyebrow and looks up to see Dadra waving at him while leaning over the edge of the second story. Her omnitool lit up as it sends out sparks. His target flinches away as he shakes his hand in pain and turns to see Jaix.
He starts to blather away but Jaix didn't want to hear any of it and instead just hits him across the head with the gun. Dadra smiling down at him as Jaix places a bounty marker on the chest of the turian. Then dragging him by the leg and starts to head towards Aria. He certainly didn't want to stay for what she might do though. For what he thought was worse than being shot on sight.
Nesa waits outside the elevator as she stares at the map. She watches as the marker for the address came up and she starts to walk. Her suit drawing some attention, but they merely continue on, not wanting to get on her bad side with those weapons on her hips. Though, she starts to notice all the troubling signs. For one, every single room was double occupied with two tenants at least. Second is the third time of seeing the same people walking around the spot as if they are on a set path. And third, is her destination. A large metal door, big enough to house a small ship, but still marked as an apartment.
Omega does have everything.
Nesa steps up to the door and taps the controls, trying to call the intercom. She digs into her suit and takes out the handwritten letter from Blue Suns. One of the few times they use this for a reason. She holds up the letter to the camera as the intercom buzzes.
"What is…" the voice stops before Nesa steps up to the door. "Let's make this quick."
The door creaks open and Mesa looks around at the many crates lying around while five laser points were trained on her head and chest. "Blue Suns need a few liquidizer guns, huh?" a man in a mix of the armor of the three factions asks. He then looks to her and hums at her attire. "We have two. They have to pay for the rest of getting it shipped quickly," he informs, not really sounding amused.
Nesa just stares at him, hardly moving as she didn't want to risk too many holes in her body.
"Glad we understand each other," the man quickly says, turning around and heading for another door. "I will give you the contact burn numbers when you need to check up as it will be a while."
Nesa still didn't say anything as someone tosses her a scrap of paper from up above and she snatches it out of the air.
"Paper is hard to come by. Don't ruin it…actually, do. You need to burn that afterward," the man calls from beyond the door.
Nesa wordlessly turns and walks away, feeling that her job is done. Even hearing her omnitool beeping for a message and she knew what it was. Blue Suns just got the invoice.
Simple and they got numbers to a dealer that doesn't want to be found it seems by electronic means as much as possible. Now she has to head to the bar and catch a drink.
Mevea sighs as she leans back in the truck's driver seat. She is right now waiting for the cargo to be loaded. What her luck it turned out to be a little relief supply for a section of Omega under a mini civil war. Which should be done in a week, but it has been going on for a while. So they need something in the meantime.
She looks in the camera view again and sees the cargo workers locking up the door and tapping it. She nods and starts to drive off. For all these jobs, she wasn't expecting to be this kind of delivery driver. Now she's actually hoping to be fired upon so she has an excuse to just turn this truck upside down and drop the cargo before flying away without landing. It might not pay as much, but she doesn't want to die from a bullet while in a delivery truck.
Starting to fly above the highways, she goes for the long-range routes, intended to reach the furthest reaches of the station only and will disable your vehicle if you stray out of the path. So it was perfect for her. And with so little traffic, she put the pedal to the meal, pushing her into the seat. She also didn't want to be last to the bar. She didn't want to pay for drinks like this.
Mevea slowly breathes out, remembering her sith training to calm her mind, but still, have a goal in mind. She focuses on her destination, thinking about how it might play out and comes up with many ways out of if. But those paths were dwindling as she focuses on how the area might be. As she approaches her exit, she spots the air being more murky and smoky. An orange tint to them.
She frowns heavily as she exits out of the highway and starts to head to the coordinates listed. She then brings up her omnitool and reads through the mission and how it is worded. Then closing it as she smiles. She approaches a large bridge of two small residential towers and goes for the left. Flying towards the back areas, she sees a crowd of people waiting by the landing pad and frowns at the sight. When it looks like they might want a ride, she quickly flies above it and locks the thrusters. Then she quickly presses the controls and opens the back. Mevea starts to grin more before shifting the truck around and merely slides and drops the heavy cargo box onto the pad, the people backing away when it lands. Gunfire starts to pelt the side of her truck and she frowns towards the annoyance as she turns back to the original position and hits all thrusters again. Her boxy vehicle disappearing into a small broken section of the highway as she heads back for the main areas.
Mevea sighs in relief as she relaxes in her seat. Job is done and now expected to get paid for an easy job. Not as much, but good enough to live by. But now a bigger problem arises. Her mind swirls to the fact they have nothing else and have to find more jobs. But seeing as this is Omega, they might get lucky.