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Agent-23 - KandySingular - 03-12-2017
It had been difficult just getting to Guadalajara 9 month ago. He hopped a ride in with freelancer in the leather trade business. He still remembered the smell of the empty cargo bay he stowed away on. Passing him self off as a new volunteer to the cause of the commonwealth had not been easy either. Since then, he had been trying hard to fit in among people he considered to be traitors. A few times, he worried that the bad taste he had in his mouth would show on his face, and It was not getting any easier. He placed with the reserves and they had him out doing long range patrol after patrol, sometimes he would spend 18 hours in the cockpit straight. He had nothing useful to show for it. He thought about the person responsible for him being where he was.
He hated that skank. Hated the first time he met her. Hated the way she had played him, the way she had reeled him in and wrapped him up in a nice bow he would now have to pay off in information to get it untied. He knew she did not care what kind info, most info was good info and that was her business, and she was good at her business. Too good. He suspected that she had people like him all over Sirius. People in debt to her. People who would do what she asked, just to have what she had on them hanging over their heads kept quiet.
He tapped his instrument screen and selected fuel. The capacity tab came up, and showed he had less than a quarter left. It would be time to head back soon. He heard the chirping of his scanners in his headset indicating multiple ship contacts near the junker spaceport. He always made sure he stayed far enough way from it, today he drifted in close enough to hear radio chatter, but it was all cross talk to him, and he was not able to make out much of who was talking to who or why.
While the chatter went on, he managed to get some visual scans, but no real hard intel. But he could make out a Liberty capital ship in the mix of all it, and that did get his attention.
"What the hell...." he said to himself. He wondered what would a Lib Cap ship be doing way out here, amongst the signals of Order, Outcast, Mercs and some group not not known to him with hacked researcher IFF signals.
He drifted out of radio range, and pulled around for another look. If they did not target him, he would keep radio silent. The group seemed to occupied to even notice he was there. All the better. He was not in the mood for a gun fight that involved him in any way. He came back into range, angled for some more shots and try and get a better read.
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SpoilerHe drifted out of radio range again, and checked his scans. No luck, someone down there had some good scan spoofers, he was not getting any readings on the types of guns or engines signatures, he could only make out the profiles of the bigger capital sized vessels. He angled his ship back in for another turn. His head set comming to life in his ears again.
He started to pull way, feeling he had been in there to long already. Surely some of those ships had picked up on his presence. If any of them started to take an interest in him, he needed to get out now. He checked his scouting logs and looked up the call sign of a ship he had seen near the Veracuz Ice fields. He pulled back with in radio range and decided to put out a one line cover story over system wide comms. With any luck, they would pass him off as just a routine commonwealth patrol, they had paid not attention to him yet, and that was all for the better.
Just as he clicked the off button on his mic, his scanners picked up the explosion of an engine core. Now, it was really time to move. He would make sure to change his ships frequencies and engine signature when he got back to Guadalajara. He would send the skank all the raw data, and hope it would be enough to keep her off his back for awhile. Maybe there was something there she could use.
RE: Agent-23 - KandySingular - 03-20-2017
On board the CorbySchapelle, a Cryer Pharmaceuticals Titanic, the Captain was not in a good mood. He was looking at the delivery receipt from the Hellhounds gig. He knew if Ms.Singular found out how he had wasted time and fuel and gotten 20% less on two runs of contraband he would be further in Ms. Singulars debt than he already was.
"What do ya' mean de fust t'deliveries wont count towards de total. You's honkyfool, ah' told ya' t't'row de damn subscripshun fees fust man. 'S un-coo', bro. Dat be goin' t'really cut into our profit margin." he shouted down at the radio officer from his captains chair.
"Hey, it aint mah' fault. ah' did not get an account t't'row it t'till yesterday. Slap mah fro.! What wuz ah' supposed t'do, guess where t't'row dat cash to?" Sam the radio operator was known to loose track of things like paperwork, because of his habit of being drunk all the time.
"Sheeeet, dude pay mo'e attenshun next time, we kinnot make missnatch'd likes dat, Ms Sin'ular gotss'ta our asses in some slin'. You's know how she gets when she goes on de warpad. Dont let ha' size honkyfool ya' dude. She gotss'ta straight waaay down put da damn hurtin' on us. De loss gotss'ta t'mosey on waaay down out uh our cut, ya' know dat right?" Suave Charlie lifted up is sunglasses and gave him the bugeyed stare down, just to let him know he was not playing around in the least bit.
"Captain, we are comin' waaay down on planet Crete. Ah' gots da damn dockin' sequence dialed in and everydin' be in de green. 'S coo', bro. We gots an offload crew waitin' at da damn docks. We should be waaay down and eyebally t'move in few hours again. 'S coo', bro." The navigator, Narcisus Slim gave the Captain an update, and went back to steering the ship up to the mooring fixture.
"Finally some baaaad ass news. Alright den sucka's, nodin' t'it but t'do it. Lets get it unloaded and reloaded and back out into de void." He knew they would have to make up the time, but it was no use letting Ms. Singular know about it. "And we keep dis mess waaay down t'ourselves. What da damn devil duznt know, de devil kint use t'kill ya'." Everyone nodded in agreement. "And, someone turn that music up, dat gotss'ta gotss'ta be mah' favo'ite song fo' sho' nuff. What it is, Mama. Right On! dat be some old time classy stuff." Suave Charlie knew that old sol classics and a bit of good Synth always made bad situations better.
RE: Agent-23 - KandySingular - 03-27-2017
"What do ya' mean we gotss'ta get off dis profitable route dat be so's easy and start deliverin' guns and havin' t'hide fum everybody and deir dog." Suave Charlie was not liking the new route and cargo they were supposed to move onto.
"Yes captain, dat be whut da damn message looks likes, damn shame dat it is, but ya' know dat if we do not, de consequences gotss'ta be wo'se. Sho nuff." Charlie´s second in command added.
"Man, ah' really hopes dat one day, we get out fum unda' dat goats blackmail. But, it be whut it is, so's lets start keepin' some log uh de deliveries, so's dat she don´t mosey on waaay down back on us wid any complaints o' anyway she could dink dat we might be double dippin' into de profits." resigned to the change in events, Charlie knew that bad business was sometimes better than no business at all.
"Somebody turn up dem tunes man dat sho nuff be sound right on and proper." Charlie started to bob his head to the beat. "Notin to it but to do it ma brothers."
RE: Agent-23 - KandySingular - 03-27-2017
The CorbySchapelle had just exited the Texas side of the New York/Texas jump gate. They were getting ready to line up with the trade lanes and lock in for the the short ride to planet Houston.
"Hey Captain man, we gots some new contact on de scanners. ah' kint make out whut type uh ship it be dough man." Dick Tricky was working the scanners and navigation.
"What do ya' mean ya' kint make it out. Dude, do yo' job o' ah' gotss'ta t'gotss'ta find someone dat kin do it. You a chump ass fool if ya tink I wont...." Suave Charlie´s tirade was cut short by the communication speakers coming alive.
[27.03.2017 11:09:15] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Hold it over there!"
[27.03.2017 11:09:30] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "This is LSF Gamma 3."
[27.03.2017 11:09:47] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Hold your vessel for a moment. Scanning.."
[27.03.2017 11:09:30] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "This is LSF Gamma 3."
[27.03.2017 11:09:47] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Hold your vessel for a moment. Scanning.."
"Hell, ah' guess we know now whut kind'a damn ship it is, uh Dick Tricky. Slap mah fro Man, you about as use full as a box of nailholes." Suave Charlie said with exasperation in his tone.
"No Man no, ah' swear dis aint some honky pigs officer, no way no how Man." Dick Tricky said, defending himself.
"What eva' man, we are here now so's lets get on wid it, jimmey some channel t'dis pig" Suave Charlie was pissed, but not angry, they were running empty, nothing for them to be held up on.
[27.03.2017 11:09:51] CorbySchapelle: Yea...sure man..sure..whatever
[27.03.2017 11:10:11] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Oh look. What is it?"
"I's gotss'ta be tellin' ya' man, dis aint some honky pigs officer, trust me on dat." Dick Tricky kept insisting, sensing something was off. "Dat honkyfool plum duz not sound right in de 'haid bro"
"Uhmmm, ya' know wut Dick Tricky, ya' plum may be right, a'cuz if dis honkyfool bumps into mah' ship plum one mo'e time, I's gotss'ta be goin' t'gotss'ta let him gotss' some face full uh pulse kinnon, and pop in de autotranslashun app, ah' wants' t'make sho' nuff dis chump ass honkyfool digs what it be Im sayin." Suave Charlie latched his safety harness into his seat, sensing that there was going to be a gunfight one way or the other.
[27.03.2017 11:10:17] CorbySchapelle: Bumb my ship one more time dude.
[27.03.2017 11:10:35] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Try to be more polite with an officer. Thanks."
[27.03.2017 11:10:46] CorbySchapelle: Piss Off.
[27.03.2017 11:10:55] CorbySchapelle: How is that for polite punk ass
[27.03.2017 11:11:00] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "You have been found transporting illegal stuff."
[27.03.2017 11:11:12] CorbySchapelle: I got nothing on me dude....so whatever...
[27.03.2017 11:11:23] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "I don't think so."
[27.03.2017 11:10:46] CorbySchapelle: Piss Off.
[27.03.2017 11:10:55] CorbySchapelle: How is that for polite punk ass
[27.03.2017 11:11:00] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "You have been found transporting illegal stuff."
[27.03.2017 11:11:12] CorbySchapelle: I got nothing on me dude....so whatever...
[27.03.2017 11:11:23] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "I don't think so."
"Yo man, we gotss' anoda' contact on de scanner, and dis one sho' nuff be an offica' uh de law, LSF man, dese dudes do not mess around." Dick Tricky clued his captain in on the new arrival.
"Ya know whut mah' broders, time t'shuck and JIve." Before he could get the rest of his orders out, the CorbySchapelle started taking hits to its hull. Suave Charlie barked his next set of orders out. "Get dis tub movin' towards Houston and Dat be it, ya' all start pumpin' plasma into dat honkyfool reacto' co'e, ah' wants' t'see dat chump as some piece uh space trash floatin' toward da damn sun." The communications speakers came alive with the voice of someone who did sound like a real police officer.
[27.03.2017 11:11:39] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: That's an infested. Ignore it and make for cover.
[27.03.2017 11:11:49] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: It is using known infected technology.
[27.03.2017 11:11:57] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Do not be fooled by their lies.
[27.03.2017 11:12:14] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Oh well. Big boss with gaint scanners."
[27.03.2017 11:12:30] Wilde.Jaguarundi: ***(Anger)... Enlightment.. procced ***
[27.03.2017 11:12:34] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Leave this transport alone at once or you will be fired upon.
[27.03.2017 11:12:37] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Very well.
[27.03.2017 11:11:49] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: It is using known infected technology.
[27.03.2017 11:11:57] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Do not be fooled by their lies.
[27.03.2017 11:12:14] Wilde.Jaguarundi: "Oh well. Big boss with gaint scanners."
[27.03.2017 11:12:30] Wilde.Jaguarundi: ***(Anger)... Enlightment.. procced ***
[27.03.2017 11:12:34] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Leave this transport alone at once or you will be fired upon.
[27.03.2017 11:12:37] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Very well.
The small light fighter took shots at the oversized Titanic the whole length of the trade lanes from the Gate to Planet Houston. Nothing but shield damage was registered on the CorbySchapelle. Finally, between the LSF capital ship and the guns of the Titanic, they landed enough lucky shots to make the attacking ship break off his attack. Suave Charlie hit the mic on his comms unit once they were with 200 meters of the Houston mooring fixture.
[27.03.2017 11:23:07] CorbySchapelle: Yo...What the hell was that man?
[27.03.2017 11:23:13] CorbySchapelle: dude said he was a cop
[27.03.2017 11:23:22] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: He definitely wasnt.
[27.03.2017 11:23:24] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Nomad.
[27.03.2017 11:23:27] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Get safe.
[27.03.2017 11:23:13] CorbySchapelle: dude said he was a cop
[27.03.2017 11:23:22] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: He definitely wasnt.
[27.03.2017 11:23:24] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Nomad.
[27.03.2017 11:23:27] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Get safe.
"We gots anoda' contact Suave captain, dis time ah' know fo' sho' nuff it aint some cop, he looks as shady as we are man, kinda gots da damn same type uh gear uh some off de sucka's we gotss' wo'ked wid in de past." Dick Tricky was working the controls getting the ship ready to dock and checking for any damage to the ship.
"Ahhhh, really? Sheeit dat duz sound likes some legit news, go a'haid and t'row him some little-ass commission and see how he reacts. He might be gotss'ta in' t'be some look out fo' us, while we load waaay down on our next illegal cargo." Suave Charlie never missed a beat in trying to set up his next score.
[27.03.2017 11:23:46] Frank.McCready: NOMAD?!
[27.03.2017 11:23:48] Frank.McCready: Whare?
[27.03.2017 11:24:17] CorbySchapelle: Dunno man...he disappeared... Said he was a damn cop...talked about how I needed to be more polite
[27.03.2017 11:24:23] CorbySchapelle: I told him to piss off.
[27.03.2017 11:25:01] /givecash frank.mccready 2000000
[27.03.2017 11:25:01] You have sent 2.000.000 credits to Frank.McCready
[27.03.2017 11:25:14] Frank.McCready: Whats that for?
[27.03.2017 11:23:48] Frank.McCready: Whare?
[27.03.2017 11:24:17] CorbySchapelle: Dunno man...he disappeared... Said he was a damn cop...talked about how I needed to be more polite
[27.03.2017 11:24:23] CorbySchapelle: I told him to piss off.
[27.03.2017 11:25:01] /givecash frank.mccready 2000000
[27.03.2017 11:25:01] You have sent 2.000.000 credits to Frank.McCready
[27.03.2017 11:25:14] Frank.McCready: Whats that for?
[27.03.2017 11:25:30] CorbySchapelle: Are you up for some clandestine escort work man?
[27.03.2017 11:25:58] Frank.McCready: You do realise that im a pirate?
[27.03.2017 11:25:58] Frank.McCready: You do realise that im a pirate?
[27.03.2017 11:26:02] =LSF=Cheyenne.Mountain: Stay safe civilian.
[27.03.2017 11:26:34] CorbySchapelle: I did not know that, till ya told me Bro, but hey man...I make my living smuggling crap.. so who am I to judge.
[27.03.2017 11:26:52] Frank.McCready: my kind of people.
[27.03.2017 11:27:05] CorbySchapelle: I just figured you were some "Freelancer" from your radio signals man.
[27.03.2017 11:27:08] Frank.McCready: so where ya headding, maby i can protect ya afterall
[27.03.2017 11:27:49] CorbySchapelle: I got to be cool about my next move Bro, got to dock on the Battleship and steal some Cargo ,, then get it to Dublin.
[27.03.2017 11:28:09] Frank.McCready: Where do you want me to wait?
[27.03.2017 11:28:09] CorbySchapelle: I just need someone to keep a watch out side..make sure that no Lawfulls see me undock
[27.03.2017 11:28:27] CorbySchapelle: Pays 5 more mill just for looking out.
[27.03.2017 11:28:29] Frank.McCready: No worries. *winks*
[27.03.2017 11:26:52] Frank.McCready: my kind of people.
[27.03.2017 11:27:05] CorbySchapelle: I just figured you were some "Freelancer" from your radio signals man.
[27.03.2017 11:27:08] Frank.McCready: so where ya headding, maby i can protect ya afterall
[27.03.2017 11:27:49] CorbySchapelle: I got to be cool about my next move Bro, got to dock on the Battleship and steal some Cargo ,, then get it to Dublin.
[27.03.2017 11:28:09] Frank.McCready: Where do you want me to wait?
[27.03.2017 11:28:09] CorbySchapelle: I just need someone to keep a watch out side..make sure that no Lawfulls see me undock
[27.03.2017 11:28:27] CorbySchapelle: Pays 5 more mill just for looking out.
[27.03.2017 11:28:29] Frank.McCready: No worries. *winks*
The crew of the CorbySchapelle, always wondered how it was that they had docking rights to some of Liberties biggest Military ships, but they did. No doubt, do to something having to do with their patron and the person they were indebted to Kandy Singular. How ever it was she had worked it out, no one raised an eyebrow at the Titanic as it was being loaded with military supplies. Suave Charlie gave orders to send their new working buddy another transfer of credits. Credits and the ability to earn them, usually kept people happy and mouths shut, but you could never really be sure, not one hundred percent. He opened up a channel to Mr. McCready.
[27.03.2017 11:30:18] /givecash frank.mccready 7000000
[27.03.2017 11:30:18] You have sent 7.000.000 credits to Frank.McCready
[27.03.2017 11:30:37] CorbySchapelle: This job is paying pretty good so, a bit of a bonus man.
[27.03.2017 11:30:48] Frank.McCready: whoa, thanks!
[27.03.2017 11:30:59] CorbySchapelle: Just forget you saw this ship around doing this and Ill do the same.... Is it clear Bro?
[27.03.2017 11:31:09] Frank.McCready: What ship?
[27.03.2017 11:31:31] CorbySchapelle: My man...Right on... Nice working with ya.. Cool if I undock?
[27.03.2017 11:30:18] You have sent 7.000.000 credits to Frank.McCready
[27.03.2017 11:30:37] CorbySchapelle: This job is paying pretty good so, a bit of a bonus man.
[27.03.2017 11:30:48] Frank.McCready: whoa, thanks!
[27.03.2017 11:30:59] CorbySchapelle: Just forget you saw this ship around doing this and Ill do the same.... Is it clear Bro?
[27.03.2017 11:31:09] Frank.McCready: What ship?
[27.03.2017 11:31:31] CorbySchapelle: My man...Right on... Nice working with ya.. Cool if I undock?
"Na, Na Man, ah' would say dat would be some negative, ah' gots some hacked in link t'de Mississippi´s radar feed, seems likes we gots some new company in de system. 'S coo', bro. ah' would not trust dis new guy wid our freedom, o' us havin' all dis cargo busted and havin' t'pay fo' it out uh our shares t'make waaay down de difference. What it is, word to yo Mama." Dick Tricky was giving Charlie advice he hope he would take.
"Yea sheeit, Dick Tricky, ya' gotss' been right two times today, so's ah' guess dree times de charm right. So, we play it yo' way mah' broder, cut da damn engines and lets hang here fo' awhile. What it is, Mama. Right On! And lets see how our new homey plays his hand." Suave Charlie had no way of telling what was out side the Mississippi. Even with an over paid lookout, it meant still taking a risk, and since they had a hacked link to system radar data, why chance it.
[27.03.2017 11:33:22] CorbySchapelle: Man... Looks like I am getting some readings around here. I might just take a cup of coffee on board the Miss and wait it out.
[27.03.2017 11:33:41] Frank.McCready: dont go out
[27.03.2017 11:33:50] Frank.McCready: you can now but run
[27.03.2017 11:34:16] Frank.McCready: they are busy
[27.03.2017 11:34:22] Frank.McCready: with me
[27.03.2017 11:34:24] CorbySchapelle: Cool Bro, Ill keep it safe. This damn Rig aint got no countermeasures...no way to run in it.
[27.03.2017 11:34:45] Frank.McCready: just enter the lanes
[27.03.2017 11:34:50] CorbySchapelle: You stay cool and thanks man, If i see ya around somewhere else...Remember we did good business.
[27.03.2017 11:34:51] Frank.McCready: we are far away
[27.03.2017 11:34:59] Frank.McCready: okay
[27.03.2017 11:33:41] Frank.McCready: dont go out
[27.03.2017 11:33:50] Frank.McCready: you can now but run
[27.03.2017 11:34:16] Frank.McCready: they are busy
[27.03.2017 11:34:22] Frank.McCready: with me
[27.03.2017 11:34:24] CorbySchapelle: Cool Bro, Ill keep it safe. This damn Rig aint got no countermeasures...no way to run in it.
[27.03.2017 11:34:45] Frank.McCready: just enter the lanes
[27.03.2017 11:34:50] CorbySchapelle: You stay cool and thanks man, If i see ya around somewhere else...Remember we did good business.
[27.03.2017 11:34:51] Frank.McCready: we are far away
[27.03.2017 11:34:59] Frank.McCready: okay
"Sheeit dat be dat, everybody stand waaay down and let me plum turn waaay up dis classic tune, yall relax fo' some bit and we gotss'ta get back underway in some little while. What it is, Mama. Right On!" Suave Charlie lit up a spliff and unbuckled his safety harness from his captains chair. The time to chill had come, and it was never good to pass up the opportunity to chill.
RE: Agent-23 - KandySingular - 03-27-2017
Suave Charlie, was sitting at his desk doing paper work and listening to what he considered to be his personal theme song.
"Oh, superfly, You're gonna make your fortune by and by, but if you lose, don't ask no questions why, the only game you know is do or die, Ah-ha-ha" He sang along as he was was finishing up typing his delivery report finger by finger.
He stopped, all of a sudden, realizing he had more credits than he had proofs for. "Damn honkyfools, do not know how keep propa' reco'ds" He mumbled to himself. He leaned out his cabin door and into the hallway. For the large size of the Titanic, the crew quarters where spartan by comparison. "Yo Sam de radioman, ya' pickled again? Where are mah' delivery proofs man, ya' know we are goin' t'catch holy hell fo' it. ah' mean dis time, we gots mo'e credits dan we gots proofs fo'. Ah be baaad."
"I ...ah...sheeit...ah ah' do not know, ah It might be dat da damn loggin' machine wuz shut waaay down, ah' do not know. Ah o', it might be dat da damn logs gots damaged when we wuz takin' plasma blast fum de fake offica' uh de law. Man, ah' do not man. 'S coo', bro....ah, wait, it could be dat .." Before, Sam the radio man could go on, Suave Charlie cut him off. "Listen plantashun boy, ya' are messin' it waaay down t'much lately man. 'S coo', bro. You's eida' tighten waaay down yo' game, o' stop drinkin' de 40oz Liberty Ales 24/7, ya feel me?"
"I hear ya captain, deir wont be no problems fum now mah' man. Splap Ma Fro, Bro." Slightly slurring his words, Sam answered back.
All in all, Suave Charlie was pretty content. "Can't be like the rest, Is the most he'll confess, But the time's running out And there's no happiness" he continued to sing along with the song. He would send Ms.Singular this weeks list of deliveries and hope that the extra credits in the account would be enough to keep her happy. "But if you lose, don't ask no questions why, The only game you know is do or die, Ah-ha-ha, Superfly, Superfly, Superfly, Superfly, Tryin' ta get over, Tryin' ta get over."