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| Topic Started: Aug 19 2012, 05:02 AM (3,062 Views) | |
| Balketh | Oct 19 2012, 10:28 PM Post #61 |
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If there was ever a time to throw up, it would have been now. The now-downed man's stomach, among other things, churned heavily, but it quickly dawned on his bright, screaming mind that he couldn't remember the last time he ate. He couldn't remember a lot of things. As he looked up, finally, he realised his hat had bounced away, leaving his scruffy, tumbling black hair tousled free, strewn about in a way that only could suggest he'd just been cold-clocked; but by what? Tobias glared at the two men with arms drawn, his amber eyes seething, even as he reeled in pain. "Go on then! Talk or shoot!" He boomed suddenly, barking from his propped position on the deck of the cargo bay. "I ain't givin' you any other choice. Talk, shoot, or you both know yer dead!" Even as the words came out of his mouth, Tobias was shocked - appalled even, at his anger. With two guns essentially to his head, he still growled and bit like a rabid dog, and he knew in his heart, if the two men didn't shoot, or didn't speak in short order, he most certainly would try and take their lives. It was almost instinctive. With no time to examine his unbelievable personality as it revealed, as was the growing trend, Tobias waited for the words. Or the bullets. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 23 2012, 09:55 AM Post #62 |
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Tristan, the young captain, and his first mate both stood hesitant and shocked. As Tobias screamed at them, their weapons lowered - they weren't holstered, but lowered nonetheless. "Jesus Christ..." Tristan was dumbfounded, clearly shocked and confused, his face pale. Reylan seemed the same, taking a step back as the words boomed out of Tobias, echoing around the cavernous cargo bay. When he was done, the silence of space stuck in the air. No one moved. It sounded as if the men were holding their breaths. "How could you forget something... Jesus Christ." There was a long pause before the heavy revolver in Tristan's hand slid back into it's holster. He took a step forward, kicking the hand cannon on the metal grating back to Tobias. Reylan was more hesitant, keeping his weapon in his hand. "I mean... I didn't know it was you when you got on board, but the Cortex cleared things up a little. I figured we were best to talk about it all... you know... once we were in transit. But you don't remember..." The captain took a step forward - he wanted to be trusting, but there was still a nervous shake in his legs as he did so, eyes watching the weapon he'd just returned to their new ship mate. "You're famous, Hawke." The words hung in the air. "You're a murderer." |
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| Balketh | Oct 23 2012, 10:52 PM Post #63 |
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"Pff." He scoffed. The man on the floor, toppled by nothing but his own murky memory, managed to give a brief grunt of sneering disapproval at Tristan's words. His scoff wasn't unfounded, however, as he instinctively snatched his weapon from skittering across the floor. With a flick, he slipped up onto a knee, scooping up the not-too-distant hat and curling it onto his head. With that, he rose, like a beast from the sea, slowly and meaningfully. "The one thing you do tell me, I already know..." There was a click, as he reset the hammer on his hand cannon gently, and with a flick, it was holstered again before his duster could flutter out far enough to matter. "The question is, who... And more importantly why." Retaining some of the growl, Tobias seemed to have calmed down somewhat after being quite literally knocked on his ass by his own self. "So let's clear the air. I don't know who any of you are, and I don't really know anything more about myself than my gun, my name...s... And that I excel in putting bullets in brainpans." With a little double hand gesture, waving crossways in front of him, Tobias straightened himself out. "Now, unless you want me to start practising my quickdraw..." Exaggerating a head movement as if to harken to the point he is about to make, "Start talking. You mentioned cortex reports, you can start there, and, frankly, you seem like you knew me personally..." As he spoke, Tobias strode slowly toward Reylan, though he looked at and spoke directly to Tristan. His steps seemed oddly casual, as if he were simply going to address Reylan next, and so he did; turning to face the man, Tobias leaned back, and quick as a rattlesnake, lashed out with a right jab to Reylan's jaw. It was sudden, entirely unexpected given his odd shift in demeanour, and his apparent inability to stop his own head from taking him down, but none the less, he struck only lightly, but he struck fast. "Don't kick my gun." The tall, hatted man added, in a calm, almost amicable tone. It was, in Tobias' eyes, only a love tap, but a love tap from a tower of a man... Edited by Balketh, Oct 23 2012, 10:52 PM.
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| PMD14 | Oct 24 2012, 09:43 AM Post #64 |
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As the hit landed, Reylan cried out in pain and shock, instinctively his hand raising his weapon towards the gunslinger. Tristan called out, hold a hand to halt his companion. The tension in the air was eventually sliced as Reylan reluctantly lowered the weapon, back to the holster by his hip, and took another step back from Tobias. "Right. Well." The young Captain was at a loss for words. "I don't even know where to start, y'know? This is... an oddity." He exhaled deeply, catching on to the slightly calmed demeanour of their newest passenger, and started to collect himself. Reylan just looked on. "Well, us. I'm Tristan Dustfoot, Captain of this ship. This is my first mate and old friend, Reylan Givens. We run a, er, ferry service of sorts. As you can imagine." He took a few steps back and seated himself on one of the large crates that lined the walls of the bay, wiping his brow. "And you're a wanted fugitive, Tobias. I don't even know if that's your real name. That Havelock business, that's a first to us. But Tobias Hawke, that's a name folk might know." Just before he continued, the Captains eyes shot up to the back door of the bay, and he nodded to Reylan. At the entrance, where Tobias had entered, a couple of the other passengers had gathered to view the commotion. The echo of the gunshot still rung in their ears and they looked on in confusion. "Not a problem hear, ladies and gents. Just an accident. Nothing to fear." Reylan took his leave then, escorting the other passengers back to their dorms, and Tristan let out a sigh of relief. "Let's hope none of them recognise you, huh? I understand you want to hear a story or two here, but I think I really need that drink. We're floating now, anyways. Got all the time in the world for stories." He stood again, keeping his posture calm and passive. "Come on. We'll get a couple of cold ones and I'll tell you what I know, dong mah?" He then turned and headed towards the stairs that lead to the upper deck, turning his back on Tobias as if the man hadn't just threatened to kill them all. "If my intentions were ill, the Feds would have been on board before we had lift off, trust me." And he led the way to the galley. |
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| Balketh | Oct 26 2012, 01:49 AM Post #65 |
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"I don't want stories..." Tobias uttered as he rolled his right shoulder. "I want facts. I'm a murderer, sure, whatever. That's the simple part, and I already know it." Following Tristan, the monolithic man spoke in hushed tones after he had eyed the other passengers gathering. Tipping his hat low, he kept tight on Tristan, and kept a keen eye on the captain. "It's certainly not the worst of it; ain't every day you get knocked on your ass by your own head..." As he entered the galley, Tobias lingered near the close end of the table, and seemed quite clearly antsy, never staying in one spot for too long - similar to watching a new, testy lion pace back and forward in a zoo pen. "Skip the drink. Get back to me. You got no clue what it's like to have blood on yer hands and not know why..." A hint of concern crept into his voice as the towering man rubbed his jaw with his mechanised arm, gazing blankly into space for a moment. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 29 2012, 09:51 AM Post #66 |
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"Suit yourself." Tristan swung his way into the empty kitchen area of the ship, grabbing a bottle of what looked like homebrewed whiskey and poured himself a glass, leaving an empty glass in front of Tobias' chair. He took a seat opposite, drinking deeply before leaning back in his chair. "You're a local legend, man. I don't know what else I can say. People... well, a specific kind of people... they know your name all across the 'Verse. The unstoppable Tobias Hawke. He gets the job done, that's the talk." He took another sip from the glass in front of him, showing more restraint this time, and slowly looked his passenger up and down. "You don't pop up on the Fed radar, though why that's so is beyond me. S'far as I was concerned, men like you were just legends made up to keep folk in line. The stories don't say anything about the legend dropping to his knees during a standoff, though. What was that all about?" The young Captain risked a small, nervous smile at that point, leaning forward to top up his glass and again offering the bottle to his guest. "Word had it, though, that you were dead. Six feet under, literally dead. I thinki there was some underground upload somewhere deep in the cortex that even showed you dying. Execution by firing squad, something like that. Never saw it myself. Just figured if the word on the street was that you got pulled in by the Feds and killed, who'm I to argue?" |
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| Balketh | Oct 29 2012, 03:50 PM Post #67 |
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"Few'd take exception to that." Finally remarking, Tobias reached for the bottle of homemade alcohol. Hearing about himself was one thing, but when someone tells you that you're a murderer, a household name, and a legend, it can be difficult to cope. Pouring himself a tall drink, the tower kicked his chair out, and sat down side on, with his mechanical elbow on the table, glass in the metal fingers. "I'm one of them few." He growled, downing his glass in one go, before pouring himself another. "I don't..." The words cut short as he gazed across the table into nothing. Amber eyes beneath a dark, mangled hat seemed to almost glow, reflecting the light ever so slightly. "I don't remember none of it. Not a lick..." Flashes of a white room, yet so dark, so sterile, still haunted his mind. Taking another sip, Tobias held the harsh liquid in his mouth, savouring the burn, letting it remind him this wasn't a bad dream, that there was no awakening awaiting him. "All the muscle memory's there, the old habits, I keep doin' things that'd scare a normal man t'death, but the more I do 'em, the more comfortable they seem..." Rolling his whirring shoulder gently, he continued, "Feels like puttin' on gloves that ain't yours, but they fit. They fit too damn well... And they're covered in blood; blood that ain't yours." Drawing his gaze back to his glass finally, the now strangely sombre, quiet man stared into the liquid introspectively. His right hand, however, had never once strayed far from his pistol grip, resting idly on the holster. "I keep seein' things... An' it's like things keep seein' me..." The liquid in his glass vanished in a flash, and he found himself reaching for the bottle again. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 1 2012, 09:19 AM Post #68 |
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Tristan remained silent the whole time, mulling over what the gunslinger said as the minute hum of the Horizon's engine echoed through the halls and through the walls. Beyond, the Black pressed in all around them. "And now you're here." The Captain emptied his glass for a second time and, with a slight hesitation, set it down on the table and leaned back in his chair. A third wasn't needed just yet. As he sat there, considering his next words carefully, footsteps echoed up the hall and Reylan entered the galley moments later. He said nothing. "Reylan, check up on the others yeah? Make sure our route is plotted." The first mate nodded, giving a long hard look at Tobias, and then took his leave on the opposite side of the room, headed towards the bridge. Tristan let out a sigh. "You gotta understand, despite your... condition. That little incident downstairs isn't something 'happens on board too often. My first mate, he's a suspicious man. A careful one. You best get used to those looks for the trip." Tristan gathered himself then, rubbing his face with his hands before standing up from the table. "I don't know how you got here, or what it is you can't remember, but until we get to Verbena you're safe here." He pushed the chair in, standing tall. "I need to get some shut eye... it's been a long few days, amnesiac gunslingers or not. But hey, I was wrong, and you're not dead. Surely that's a plus, memories or not?" |
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| Balketh | Nov 1 2012, 03:36 PM Post #69 |
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"He best get used to a barrel in his face then..." Tobias growled after Reylan left.
"Depends what kind of a life you don't know you're living." He tipped his glass toward Tristan as he rose, then continued to sip from it. Silence reigned over him as he sat, but Tobias' mind ran a million miles over unknown ground. "Hey," With eyes locked on some far away point, the brooding amnesiac called out to Tristan. "Assumin' y'don't plan to at Verbena... Why ain'cha turned me in?" The glass moved closer to his face, but he refrained from sipping as more words came. "Why're ya bein' so damn hospitable to a wanted man?" |
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| PMD14 | Nov 5 2012, 09:35 AM Post #70 |
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Tristan gave a small laugh to the last remark, notably calmer now that his newest passenger had chosen to have a drink after all. He brushed off the comment of having a barrel in his face - it was clear the kind of company Tobias had to offer. "I'd like to say you haven't given me reason to, but that whole incident probably is enough." He placed his glass down on the table, staring across at Tobias. "Truth is, you're a legend. I'm not gon' pretend I'm an expert on you and your world, but last I heard you've only ever put an end to them who deserved it. I mean, don't we all? S'far as I'm concerned, as long as you don't decide I'm the bad guy here, you're better for the 'Verse out of chains." He stood up straight then, cracking his back as he did so. "Now, mind if I get to my Captainy duties. We can talk more with a morning meal, sound alright? I think me and mine all need some shut eye. It's been a long week." |
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| Balketh | Nov 6 2012, 04:01 PM Post #71 |
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Tobias made a 'tch' sound as a total remark to Tristan's words as he finished his next drink. Pouring himself one final glass, he gave the young captain a passing glance and a nod. "Yeah well..." He started to sip from his drink, staring off into space. Behind his eyes you could almost see the sterile white room, the darkness, the pain... "Lemme know what sleep is like." Rubbing his eyes, Tobias finally leaned back into his chair, slumped, drink in hand. He stared, wide eyed into a space before him, and marveled, in a somewhat horrified way, on the day that had just passed. "Gorram have I seen some shit..." He muttered, sipping his drink again. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 13 2012, 08:43 AM Post #72 |
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The 'evening', as it were, went by quickly and silently on board the ship. The crew went about their own business and Tobias, along with the other mismatched passengers headed for Verbena, stayed on the lower deck in their living area. After the incident in the cargo bay, no one else on board was too keen to talk to the new arrival. With little sleep obtained, Tobias was invited up with the rest of the passengers to a 'morning' meal in the main mess, where he'd shared a quiet drink with the captain that evening. By the time he arrived, though, it was only the Captain and the man Tobias assumed to be his pilot, both talking quietly as they finished up the slop of protein on the table. There was the rare scent of coffee in the air. "You sleep much?" The question came from the Captain, breaking from the conversation he'd been enthralled by. |
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| Balketh | Nov 13 2012, 08:38 PM Post #73 |
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For most of the night, Tobias had practically sat in the same position, in the chair he was when Tristan had left. In the morning, however, he was not there - but the empty bottle of alcohol was. Sluggishly, Tobias made his way down to the galley, having gotten no more than an hour of sleep that night. He felt no worse than before, simply a different kind of bad. "Told ya you'd have t'tell me what that's like." He grumbled, a mechanical hand resting on the doorway, supporting him more than he'd want to admit. His head perked up, sniffing the air. "S'at.... S'at coffee?... Roasted... Cut a few months back... I even... Know the blend..." His eyes lidded miraculously, and slipping off the doorframe, he stumbled rather heavily footed toward the countertop. "You mind if I...?" He motioned vaguely, pointing in the general direction of the smell. "I might just have to kill ya if ya say no..." He grinned at Tristan, perhaps somewhat more wolfishly than is strictly normal. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 16 2012, 09:02 AM Post #74 |
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Tristan broke free from the low whisperings to the other man and smiled at their new passenger. With the spoon in his right hand the Captain pointed across to where the pot of coffee sat, still steaming with freshness. "Help yourself. Lucky enough to pull that in on our last trip..." He trailed off there. It was clear that the line of work the crew was involved in was less than legitimate, though speaking it aloud didn't seem to be on the cards. Tristan nodded to his pilot, who'd just finished up eating, and the older man excused himself with a hasty glance at Tobias. "So, what's on Verbena for a man like you, Hawke?" |
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| Balketh | Nov 19 2012, 02:49 AM Post #75 |
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Moving almost before Tristan spoke, Tobias grabbed the nearest drinking vessel and poured himself a long, black cup of rich coffee, adding nothing to it as he leaned against the counter, cradling the cup in his metal hand, holding it up under his hat and breathing in deeply. He perked up somewhat at the question the captain posed him. Taking a small, miniscule sip, Tobias recoiled at the bitter, black taste, but it was what he enjoyed about it so much; a small grin crept onto his stubbled features. "Verbena?" He muttered. He was apparently familiar with the planet, but knew nothing about it off the top of his head. "Nothing." Tobias shrugged bluntly. "It's not about 'to', it's about 'from'. Getting off Eavesdown was... Necessary." He uttered, surprised at his remembering of the Dock's name. Gazing down at his free, flesh-and-bone hand, covered in a leather glove, Tobias sighed. "Nothing waiting here, nothing left there." Taking a much longer sip, Tobias stretched his lips and exhaled heavily, as if he had just downed a fine whiskey. "Nothing for it but to press on." |
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| PMD14 | Nov 21 2012, 10:42 AM Post #76 |
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The Captain smiled at the gunslingers reaction to the coffee, scraping up the last few scraps of food from his bowl before placing it down on the table before him, reaching for a glass of water. "A man without a path, hmm? I've heard that too many times out here. Glad you're enjoying the hospitality, though." He nodded at the mug in Hawkes hands. His grin disappeared after a few moments, though, and Tristan rose from the table, slowly collecting the empty dishes that lay scattered about. "Woke up to some interesting news over the uplink this morn'." He paused deliberately, searching carefully for the words to use. "Didn't have your name attached, no - not any of them - but definitely your face." The Captain looked up, staring Hawke in the eye from across the room. The gunslinger noted that, at least visibly to him, the Captain was armed this time. "You're hands are pretty dirty of late, aren't they?" |
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| Balketh | Nov 21 2012, 12:11 PM Post #77 |
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Tobias barely shifted position, so rapt in the coffee was he. The words came as no surprise to him, for once, as he sipped again from the rich, dark cup of black he had before him. He knew he had a path, but he just... Couldn't remember it. Having noted Tristan was armed since Tobias entered the room, the behemoth of a man had never let a hand stray too far from his holster - well, his hand never strayed too far from the holster, regardless of who was in his presence. "Congratulations." He grumbled, sipping the cup yet again, eying the captain from under his wide-brimmed hat. "You know more about me than me. Anything you wanna share?" |
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| PMD14 | Nov 22 2012, 08:44 AM Post #78 |
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Tristans face remained blank, as if trying to judge just how much Tobias was holding back. when nothing was revealed, though, he reached into his pocket and slid a small console across the table to where the gunslinger was standing. Having hit a single button, some of the news articles he'd archived from that morning came up onto the screen - Crime Boss Bloodbath. A mugshot of Tobias, one that he couldn't remember having taken, was plastered across the main article. A quick glance at the details revealed that he, an "unknown fugitive at this time", had butchered several dozen high ranking crime syndicate rooks and their boss at Eavesdown. The time of the massacre linked up to less than an hour before he woke up in that alley. |
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| Balketh | Nov 22 2012, 06:40 PM Post #79 |
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Without even batting an eye, Tobias stared down at Tristan; a long, tense pause followed from the dark, scarred man. As if only to punctuate a point, Tobias took another sip of his coffee, the small slurp breaking the silence. "Like I said, it ain't about 'to', it's about 'from'." Casually, he hooked his right thumb into his belt, just in front of his hand-cannon holster. Leaning back against the counter, he sipped yet more coffee. "The thing that humours me most, is that y'still know more about me than I do, even though we're on somewhat more equal footing 'bout the last few days." He flashed a wolfish grin, motioning his coffee down toward the small console. The cup never moved far from his lips, and through the steam, Tobias' eyes never left Tristan's. |
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| PMD14 | Nov 23 2012, 08:39 AM Post #80 |
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Tristan remained calm - at least appeared to - and silent as Tobias spoke. He just stood aside the table, a small pile of bowls held in his arms. The young Captains eyes remained firmly on the new passenger the entire time, and a second long silence hung in the air before he spoke again. "I do understand the situation, you knowing less than ever we do - well, ok, maybe I don't fully understand that - but I think the last twenty four have proven that my intentions here aren't... dishonourable." He finally moved, crossing to the opposite side of the counter and scraping the excess protein mush into a waste disposal unit by the sink. "My question is, if this is the kind of thing you've got under your belt -" as he said it, the Captains eyes quickly dashed to the gunslingers weapon and then, just as quickly, back to the task at hand, "- what should we be expecting upon landfall on Verbena? I need to look out for me and mine, you understand that yeah?" |
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