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| Topic Started: Aug 19 2012, 05:02 AM (3,064 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Aug 29 2012, 10:40 AM Post #21 |
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Further down the street, deeper into the Eavesdown district, Tobias could see what looked like more private vessels - small cargo haulers and transports, the type a budding pirate or smuggler would try to make loot respectable with a lazy coat of paint. As he walked, hoping to find a ship worthy of travel that was headed somewhere quiet, something caught his eye. There was no explanation for what happened next. Bright, white light. Seering pain in his skull. All from a quick glance down an alleyway that was just off the main stretch. He heard a voice, then. Not his own - foreign. "Remember..." Almost a whisper. He looked down, eyes feeling as if they were going to pop. His hands were there, before him, surrounded by the blinding light. They were covered in dirt. And then, just like that, he was back to reality. the sounds of the docks and the nearby marketplace swarmed in around him, buzzing through his ears, and Tobias found himself to be on his knees in the middle of the main road, people giving him odd glances as they scooted around him. Top his right was the alleyway that he just couldn't keep his eyes away from. His hands were clean. |
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| Balketh | Sep 2 2012, 03:19 AM Post #22 |
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Pounding his fists in the dirt, Tobias gritted his teeth and shot up, shoving his... Oddly clean hands against the ground to throw his torso skyward. How many more of these gorram things am I going to have... With a slowly growing headache, the dark tower of a man, standing at full height, parted the endlessly shifting crowds of people with his bare hands, shoving his way toward the alley. A tense hand held back, resting on the black-leather grip of the hand cannon - Tobias sorely wished he had any ammo at all to spare, and made a mental note to acquire some as soon as physically possible; but for now, the alleyway had sparked his memory, and it therefore was going to receive the full force of his attention. If he could, he'd punch the alleyway - but the angry and bewildered man was afraid he'd break a knuckle on the walls, rather than a brick. Well, he could always swing southpaw... With broad steps, Tobias entered the alleyway. |
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| PMD14 | Sep 2 2012, 10:26 AM Post #23 |
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The alley was dirty, smelled of human excrement and an odd odour which Tobias unwilling recognised as blood. There was no one else here, the small passageway backing onto a few restaurants and bars. About midway down the alley there was a dumpster just opposite the back door to what he assumed was some kind of foodery. The sickening smell of fried, old fish was coming from the doorway. Next to the dumpster there was what appeared to be a freshly dug mound of earth. IT was small, and in retrospect unnoticeable, but Tobias had seen it the moment his eyes adjusted to the darkened ambiance of the alleyway. |
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| Balketh | Sep 3 2012, 02:15 AM Post #24 |
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The smell, unfortunately, didn't phase him, and Tobias pressed into the alleyway, angrier than he cared to admit to himself; he was doggedly eager to find whatever was triggering his memory. Small mounds of earth weren't on his list of things to find, nor for them to stick out so... Notably, for his rough assessment of the ... stained alleyway. Quickly, he swooped over the small mound, and paused, glaring at it. He glared at it so hard, the gruff amnesiac almost expected the dirt to dig itself out of fear. When it didn't budge, he reached out with his hands, and paused again, remembering his flashing memory. With a small grimace at a possibly unwanted reality, he reached for his Bowie knife instead, and used it to dig and scrape away at the dirt. Something had to be there... |
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| PMD14 | Sep 3 2012, 04:47 PM Post #25 |
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The unnamed man had only dug a short way, puncturing the earth maybe a foot below the alley floor, when his knife hit something. Something soft. He was easily able to clear away some of the dirt, all of which was rather freshly dug, to reveal the top of what looked like a duffel bag. It was covered in a clear plastic bag which his knife had slightly punctured. |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 01:21 AM Post #26 |
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Tobias' brow immediately furrowed, looking from his own duffel bag to the end of what looked like possibly another duffel bag, buried in the fresh pit before him. Gritting his teeth, the man began to flick and scoop more dirt away from the plastic, rounding the edges of the bag until he was hopefully capable of pulling it out. As he did, he kept in the back of his mind the odd possibility of the rare, strange placement of the bag being some kind of trap. Keeping an ear on his surroundings, Tobias also eyed the hole and the bag as he revealed more of it, looking for possible trip wires, mines or sensors. He was too freshly awoken into a world of mystery to go out now. Hopefully, once he had dug the bag out, he would be able to safely check under it, see if anything else was present, before gingerly opening the bag's plastic coating, and checking its contents very, very cautiously. Edited by Balketh, Sep 6 2012, 01:22 AM.
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 09:55 AM Post #27 |
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With no sound of a trap, the bustle from the main street a muffled echo behind him now, Tobias tenderly lifted the bag from the hole. It was heavy, he knew that as fact, but the nameless stranger had no problem pulling it from the hole he'd unearthed. He stopped, ears pricking up, as some loud shouting - nay, cursing, in Chinese, came from the door behind him. The kitchen of some backwater restaurant. Apparently someone had burned a burger, or a steak, or something. The shouting stopped quickly enough, and the man in the alley waited a few moments before proceeding. The bag slipped from the hole he'd revealed easily enough, the plastic cover coming off with ease. It was a very similar bag to the one he already had in his possession - no, it was an exact replica. Despite the coincidences, the bad feeling in his gut, there was nothing here that told Bal that there was a trap. He didn't feel watched. He didn't see any snags, or trip wires, or snares. Nothing. He unzipped the bag. Beyond, in the dark depths, were bundles of notes. Credits. As far as he knew, he'd never been a banker, yet only a quick glance at the huge bundles of currency assured him that there were hundreds of thousands of Credits there before him, if not more. The wads were thick, made of 50 and 100 denominations, and the thought of counting to a precise figure was daunting. Also inside the bag was a small, hard cover folder. Within it were three ident. cards, as well as their individual supporting documents. They all had his face on them, the face of a stranger, but sported different names, dates, origins. One was an upper class looking man from Ariel, another a cowboy looking character born on Whitefall. They all had his face, though they all had names (none of which were familiar) and all looked like the real deal. Finally, in a side pocket of the bag, the nameless wanderer found two dozen or so .45 magnum rounds - the perfect fit for the weapon at the mans side. A shiver ran up his spine. |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 10:14 AM Post #28 |
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"Wu deh mah..." The towering man hissed, staring into the contents of the bag. Glancing left and right, he stuffed the ident cards into an internal pocket of his brown coat, and as he was scanning the entrances to either alleyway, Tobias didn't realise he had drawn his weapon. Looking back, it dawned on him that he was unconsciously loading his weapon rapidly with the magnum rounds that were in the scarily identical duffel bag. He noted they were a fraction short, as if the massive revolver could take a slightly longer round, but the magnum rounds, he felt in his gut, would work perfectly none the less. With a snap, the gun was closed and holstered in the blink of an eye. Cramming the rest of the bullets into a pocket, Tobias pulled the drawstring on the... Wealthy duffel bag tight, and hefted it onto his free shoulder, two great, dark brown tubes of leather and steel attached to his back, like massive canisters of mystery attached to a hulking machine. Gorramn it, what the hell did I do? Who am I?! I could buy a ship with this much cash! A friggin' good one! With a barely calmed move, Tobias sprung up, sheathing his knife and making for the exit of the alley without a second thought. Get off planet AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, YOU IDIOT. |
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 10:20 AM Post #29 |
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As the nameless man stood, shocked, pumping bullets into his revolver as he looked this way and that, a feeling of unease dropped upon him. Then, as he holstered the weapon and started out of the alley, Tobias realised why. About ten metres away, as if appearing from nowhere, was a young boy. He stood silent, between the mysterious stranger and the alleys mouth, with a look of confused fear on his face. He was just a boy, maybe 14 or so years young, with a wide brimmed straw hat and a pair of dirty overalls hanging at his waist. His feet were bare, his eyes wide. |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 10:29 AM Post #30 |
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Stopping dead in his tracks, Tobias stared down the alleyway and felt as though it were a mile long. He stared at the mere lad that had appeared before him, and very cautiously made sure his gun was concealed. "Shake your head boy, your eyes are stuck..." He growled, even though it wasn't his intent - the gruffness came naturally. "Nothing to see here; might wanna invest in some shoes, maybe..." The dark, double-barreled man uttered softly, with more than a hint of menace in his voice. Gorramnit! What do I do if he screams?... Do I... Really have it in me?... The mind of the nameless man twisted briefly, his thoughts wandering to his weapon... No. I don't. I'm not that... Breed of monster. |
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 10:33 AM Post #31 |
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The boy stared straight ahead, his eyes locked first on the mans sidearm, then on his two large duffel bags, then finally resting on the freshly dug hole in the earth beside the dumpster. He then stared back up at Tobias, lips quivering as their eyes met. "Y-you takin' what's not yours, m-mister?" |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 10:40 AM Post #32 |
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Slowly, Tobias shook his head at the lad, never taking his eyes off the boy for a second. His ears pricked, and he kept one of them at his back at all times. "No, son; I'm just picking up something I left here. Even had my ID in it." He grinned, only insomuch as a gunslinger grinned at his opponent before a draw. "Now, we can make this easy, real real easy." The grin faded suddenly. "You step aside, let me be on my merry, and you'll wind up with a tidy profit - enough to get yourself some fancy threads." Head dipping ever so slightly, Tobias eyed the boy, almost as if trying to reason with him. "Simple as that. No high way, no mess, no trouble, dohng mah?" |
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 10:47 AM Post #33 |
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The young lad seemed to mull the statement over for quite a while. Time seemed to stop as the two stared at one another. Finally, though, the boy lowered his head slightly and took a step to the side, opening the alley mouth to Tobias. He just stood there, staring down at his feet. Beyond the alley, out in the streets of Eavesdown, the bustle of the docks continued. Sirens were still sounding, on and off, in the distance. No doubt the reaction the earlier massacre was still underway. There was no indication that anyone else had noted the exchange in the alleyway, though. |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 10:55 AM Post #34 |
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Sighing heavily, letting his head dip briefly, Tobias stood still a moment longer, his ears burning to the hum of the distant sirens - knowing full well he was the cause. Wuo duh tian. Briefly, he reached a long arm up over his shoulder, into the neck of the 'new' duffel bag he held. He reached in, and took out the first wad he laid his hands on. Making sure he closed the bag again with a bit of a fumbled handgrab, Tobias slowly, almost casually made his way down the seemingly endless alley, heading for the exit. Reaching the young man, he paused, and extended his hand to the boy, standing to his full height, only his eyes locked to the lad, head unturned. "Best forget you saw anything, too. You seem like a good kid - won't do you any good to remember me..." He waited for the lad to take the wad of credits, at least 5000, by his rough eye-balling. His ears burned with the sirens, but they continued to stay glued to the alley behind him, determined not to be snuck up on... |
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 10:59 AM Post #35 |
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The boys eyes stayed locked to his feet until Tobias stopped in front of him - he looked up, eyes wide upon seeing the cash, and his feet began moving before he'd even taken the money. In moments, the young boy was gone, disappearing off into the street beyond the alleyway. With him went the wad of cash. |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 11:05 AM Post #36 |
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With one heart attack averted for the moment, Tobias shifted into the bustling docks, eager to get as far away from the alley as possible. What the hell kinda chance is that? Who leaves a bag like this buried in a ditch? Am I some kinda idiot? Cursing his good fortune, as good as it possibly could be, Tobias strode through the crowd with no real destination apart from 'not the alleyway'. Gorram, this ruttin' rock will be my grave if I don't get off it A.S.A.P... |
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 11:17 AM Post #37 |
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The docks were bustling now - lunch time had crept by and people had entered that early afternoon slump of shopping and relaxing. The hot sun was beating down through a cloudless sky, Tobias' thick jacket becoming like a furnace. Deeper into the docks, where the smaller, private ships were docked, it wouldn't take long for the mysterious stranger to find a ride off planet. There were ships going this way and that, to the Rim and the Core and the Border worlds alike. One digital plaque, however, caught his eye: The Horizon Dest. - Verbena Departure - 02:12:19 The ship stood there gracefully, a small hum issuing from its turbines which were every so slowly picking up speed. General pre-flight protocol for an older ship. The entrance to the vessel was open, the coolness of the cargo bay inviting, and a young man no older than 20 was seated at the top of the ramp, leaning lazily against the cool, metal wall. The Horizon. Tobias repeated the name in his head a few times. It never clicked, though. He knew it, knew the name, and yet he didn't. |
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| Balketh | Sep 6 2012, 11:59 AM Post #38 |
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Horizon... Horizon... Horizon... The name itched at his mind, on the very tip of Tobias' brain as he unconsciously approached the docks, dual duffel bags adding to his already immense form. He paused, gazing at the digital readout of the ship, and bit his lip. Verbena... He shuddered, but he wasn't sure why. Just go. His own mind whispered at Tobias' motionless frame. Moving that foot was like shifting a block of cement with just one muscle, but as soon as it lifted from the dirt base of Eavesdown, Tobias suddenly strode off toward the ramp. He paused when he reached the bottom of the ramp, gazing about half way up it, keeping his hat low to conceal his sight from the young man at the top. "Room for one more? Need t'cruise the black a bit, get off world for a spell." The overly tall, dark, menacing man called up the ramp. No questions asked... |
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| PMD14 | Sep 6 2012, 12:06 PM Post #39 |
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Now he was closer, Tobias caught sight of the young mans hands - he held a silver cigarette lighter in his lap, casually flicking it open and close again, each time the mild *click* echoing slightly throughout the cargo bay behind him. He wore a wide rimmed hat, jeans and a long sleeve shirt, the sleeves of which were well rolled up. As he looked up to the newcomer, a lazy cigarette hung from his lips, read to be lit. "Yer got money to pay, she's got room for ya. Headed to Verbena. Or'd you already see that?" The young man slowly rose to his feet, lighting the cigarette and then pocketing the small device as he lazily walked down the ramp, wiping his brow and adjusting his hat. Behind him, in the shadow of the large, rather empty cargo bay, Tobias saw a young lady walking by with a small suitcase, talking quietly on some handheld device. She disappeared quickly enough, further into the ship. |
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| Balketh | Sep 7 2012, 04:52 AM Post #40 |
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Keeping his hat low was a bit of a moot point as the man approached, given the dark gunslinger's height, but he tried anyway. He briefly eyed, warily, the woman that passed by inside the cargo bay, and again, something nagged at the very back of his mind. Sighing, Tobias turned to one side. "Yeah, I saw." He gruffed. "Cash in hand only - no cards; what's your going rate for... Discreet travel?" Gazing down from the heavy shadow of his wide-brimmed, dark hat, Tobias eyeballed the young man opposite him, feeling quite a deal older than he. He spoke with a self-surprising amount of experience regarding what he himself had phrased as 'discreet' travel; as if, he briefly pondered, he had done it before. |
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