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<blockquote data-quote="Viktyr Gehrig" data-source="post: 1239411" data-attributes="member: 9249">In orbit around Grith, in the Corrivale system:&nbsp;&quot;... you're sure you can't tweak his genome to make him less fruity?&quot; Rex asked Samuel for at least the hundredth time since this crew had assembled. Deakon's city-slicker behavior, flamboyant clothes, and inability to take-- or throw-- a decent punch annoyed him.&nbsp;Samuel started to answer when Deakon's voice rang out from the cockpit. &quot;Hey! I heard that, guys.&quot;&nbsp;After getting clearance from Space Traffic Control, Deakon landed the ship at Diamond Point. The crew slid quickly through Customs, answering the usual questions about communicable diseases, fresh fruit, and taxable imports. With the influence of the Aanghel crime syndicate, noone questioned how well armed the members of the crew were-- and after a standard warning about not starting any trouble, they were allowed on their way.&nbsp;Rex punched Zero in the shoulder. &quot;I think he meant you there, killer.&quot;&nbsp;Zero looked back at him, his mostly cybernetic face expressionless. &quot;I don't know what you're talking about.&quot; Then, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-hearted smirk.&nbsp;Deakon shook his head. &quot;Let's find this Shadowsong guy and get this over with.&quot;&nbsp;Keeping in touch by radio, the crew split up-- Rex and Zero to the Sesheyan parts of town, Deakon, Nails, and Samuel to the Hatire.&nbsp;After Rex and Zero's third dive bar, full of human and sesheyan pirates, smugglers, and other criminals, someone had decided that the two offworlders were asking too many questions about the wrong people. As they walked out, a black skycar drifted into a parking place right in front of them, and a large man in a leather jacket stepped out, holding a baseball bat.&nbsp;&quot;You two sure are nosy. Somebody oughtta teach ya to mind--&quot; Before he could finish his sentence, two small holes appeared in his chest; as quickly as he had thought about it, Zero had drawn one of his pistols and fired.&nbsp;The skycar's driver fired the ignition switch again, trying to escape. &quot;Holy--&quot; And, just as fast, Zero's other pistol appeared in his hand and fired. The driver slumped over the controls of the skycar, which had just started and was now idling.&nbsp;Rex was furious. &quot;What the hell, Zero!? We're on a half-mafia, half-backwater planet and you just start killing people?&quot; He started slapping the side of his head for emphasis. &quot;****ing reprogram, man!&quot;&nbsp;Zero shrugged. &quot;I didn't feel like being taught to mind my own business today.&quot; He rifled through the enforcer's pockets until he found the dead man's comm. &quot;Here. We should be able to find Shadowsong with this. Or, at least, someone who knows where he is.&quot;&nbsp;In the meantime, by way of more discreet inquiries, Deakon had already located their prospective employer, and had been sitting and drinking with him for a couple hours.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Viktyr Gehrig, post: 1239411, member: 9249"] In orbit around Grith, in the Corrivale system: "... you're [b]sure[/b] you can't tweak his genome to make him less fruity?" Rex asked Samuel for at least the hundredth time since this crew had assembled. Deakon's city-slicker behavior, flamboyant clothes, and inability to take-- or throw-- a decent punch annoyed him. Samuel started to answer when Deakon's voice rang out from the cockpit. "Hey! I heard that, guys." After getting clearance from Space Traffic Control, Deakon landed the ship at Diamond Point. The crew slid quickly through Customs, answering the usual questions about communicable diseases, fresh fruit, and taxable imports. With the influence of the Aanghel crime syndicate, noone questioned how well armed the members of the crew were-- and after a standard warning about not starting any trouble, they were allowed on their way. Rex punched Zero in the shoulder. "I think he meant you there, killer." Zero looked back at him, his mostly cybernetic face expressionless. "I don't know what you're talking about." Then, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-hearted smirk. Deakon shook his head. "Let's find this Shadowsong guy and get this over with." Keeping in touch by radio, the crew split up-- Rex and Zero to the Sesheyan parts of town, Deakon, Nails, and Samuel to the Hatire. After Rex and Zero's third dive bar, full of human and sesheyan pirates, smugglers, and other criminals, someone had decided that the two offworlders were asking too many questions about the wrong people. As they walked out, a black skycar drifted into a parking place right in front of them, and a large man in a leather jacket stepped out, holding a baseball bat. "You two sure are nosy. Somebody oughtta teach ya to mind--" Before he could finish his sentence, two small holes appeared in his chest; as quickly as he had thought about it, Zero had drawn one of his pistols and fired. The skycar's driver fired the ignition switch again, trying to escape. "Holy--" And, just as fast, Zero's other pistol appeared in his hand and fired. The driver slumped over the controls of the skycar, which had just started and was now idling. Rex was furious. "What the hell, Zero!? We're on a half-mafia, half-backwater planet and you just start killing people?" He started slapping the side of his head for emphasis. "****ing reprogram, man!" Zero shrugged. "I didn't feel like being taught to mind my own business today." He rifled through the enforcer's pockets until he found the dead man's comm. "Here. We should be able to find Shadowsong with this. Or, at least, someone who knows where he is." In the meantime, by way of more discreet inquiries, Deakon had already located their prospective employer, and had been sitting and drinking with him for a couple hours. [/QUOTE]

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