"...Da ****? I thought this was supposed to be a friendly meeting between you and me?" He looked inquisitively at the middle-aged human. And then at his two new friends, who looked quite menacing and distrustful. Of course, they were hired as protection and intimidation by the human.
“Well, Gavin, my dear boy, I believe that last time we met the meeting wasn’t so friendly…” Obviously, the human wanted Gavin’s guns. And, obviously, Gavin would die before giving them up. So, Gavin knew things were only going to get ugly, and it was only a matter of time before they shot him, so he decided to take the first initiative. He unclipped his gun holsters as the man continued talking. The two body guards saw his actions, and tensed, but as dumb as they were, they waited for the signal from their temporary master to begin making a mess out of Gavin.
“…Naturally, I’ve taken precautions to ensure nothing bad happens to you or me this t-“ With astounding speed, Gavin whipped his two blasters up, aiming to the left and right of the man, and fired, all within a second. The two guards dropped within the next second, with smoking holes where their frontal lobes used to be. He holstered both blasters soon after, before the man fully registered what had just happened. Gavin spoke up first.
“Listen, I know we may have some friction, since I’ve stolen a good amount from your shop, yeah. But these blasters are my most prized possession I have ever had. They are going to get me places. I love these babies. They ARE my babies. And, what would happen if I tried to steal your newborn babies by force? Wouldn’t you fight back? Yeah.” Gavin turned on his heels and ran off.
As he ran, he heard the distraught screaming of the human he had duped time after time. “BUT YOU STOLE THOSE BABIES FROM ME, ASSHOLE!” Gavin let loose a toothy grin as he heard that, running to the populated space port. He had a date to catch, after all.
Well, not exactly a date, but an interview, more like it. All he wanted was to get out of the god damn slums, and he overheard talk of a guild for people like him: skilled at not getting killed, fairly low moral values, and can uphold a contract. Not all that hard, he figured. And it sounded like good money, which was the best part. Naturally, he inquired further, talked to some people, and before he knew it, he had a meeting place for this bounty hunters guild. He would be a bounty hunter...kind of badass, he thought hopefully.
So, he continued running and stopped when he got to the space port. Crowded. He didn't really even know what he was looking for. He figured that he would meet a burly man who would say very little and expect a lot out of him. Which, was a little shitty, but nothing he couldn't handle. He began to try and look around, but couldn't find much. Hopefully the contact for the guild would be able to find him.
((Sorry, my bad. I added some shit...better?))
“Well, Gavin, my dear boy, I believe that last time we met the meeting wasn’t so friendly…” Obviously, the human wanted Gavin’s guns. And, obviously, Gavin would die before giving them up. So, Gavin knew things were only going to get ugly, and it was only a matter of time before they shot him, so he decided to take the first initiative. He unclipped his gun holsters as the man continued talking. The two body guards saw his actions, and tensed, but as dumb as they were, they waited for the signal from their temporary master to begin making a mess out of Gavin.
“…Naturally, I’ve taken precautions to ensure nothing bad happens to you or me this t-“ With astounding speed, Gavin whipped his two blasters up, aiming to the left and right of the man, and fired, all within a second. The two guards dropped within the next second, with smoking holes where their frontal lobes used to be. He holstered both blasters soon after, before the man fully registered what had just happened. Gavin spoke up first.
“Listen, I know we may have some friction, since I’ve stolen a good amount from your shop, yeah. But these blasters are my most prized possession I have ever had. They are going to get me places. I love these babies. They ARE my babies. And, what would happen if I tried to steal your newborn babies by force? Wouldn’t you fight back? Yeah.” Gavin turned on his heels and ran off.
As he ran, he heard the distraught screaming of the human he had duped time after time. “BUT YOU STOLE THOSE BABIES FROM ME, ASSHOLE!” Gavin let loose a toothy grin as he heard that, running to the populated space port. He had a date to catch, after all.
Well, not exactly a date, but an interview, more like it. All he wanted was to get out of the god damn slums, and he overheard talk of a guild for people like him: skilled at not getting killed, fairly low moral values, and can uphold a contract. Not all that hard, he figured. And it sounded like good money, which was the best part. Naturally, he inquired further, talked to some people, and before he knew it, he had a meeting place for this bounty hunters guild. He would be a bounty hunter...kind of badass, he thought hopefully.
So, he continued running and stopped when he got to the space port. Crowded. He didn't really even know what he was looking for. He figured that he would meet a burly man who would say very little and expect a lot out of him. Which, was a little shitty, but nothing he couldn't handle. He began to try and look around, but couldn't find much. Hopefully the contact for the guild would be able to find him.
((Sorry, my bad. I added some shit...better?))
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