The Mission [ Sketchyequine & Schlehb ]

[schlehb]

The idea is that we are in the future and I'm a treasure hunter and you're a hired guard or vice versa and we're supposed to go after a valuable gem in a section of space that is considered off limits due to the alien life that is incredibly hostile. The deal is to be nothing but business, however as time goes on, they grow a soft spot for each other.


Ethan Daniels, a 35 year old treasure hunter who was always managing to find himself in an almost comical amount of trouble. However, trouble was dangerous. How dangerous you ask? Imagine being shot at by six people while you're backed against the wall with nowhere to go. Daniels has spent some time in many a prison. It was about that time the man found someone to protect him while he did what he does.

So that's where the 6'5" man was. Daniels was looking for a bounty hunter in a bar on a strange planet that not many people cared to visit. It was crawling with bounty hunters, mercenaries, hired guards, the works. As ugly as the professions of the citizens of Haria were, Haria was uglier. It had been run down, dust blowing everywhere, very little water. Where there was water, there was a bar.

Strolling up to a woman, he introduced himself. "Greetings," he began his introduction, his voice soothing and deep, "My name is Ethan Daniels. I am looking for a.. hired guard. I've been told that you are quite a good person to go to so long I provide a pretty penny, correct?" The man's brown eyes gazed deep into hers as he talked. He could see his chiseled features and bright smile along with his jet black hair slicked back in her irises.

The man was wearing a blue shirt beneath a brown jacket and black pants along with combat boots. He stood tall and proud as he spoke. The way he spoke was quite firm, very authoritative.

"So how about it?" He went on, "You, me, run off to Minaria Prime, steal a gem worth more than all the jobs you've taken combined, and you get half? And if we don't get it or it is a hoax, may this bar be my witness, you may shoot me in the head for wasting your time."

 

[Sketchyequine]

RE: The Mission

It was Alicia. Ali for short. Alley Cat if you were her brother. Either way, she was a woman. She had a name, and most of the people who knew that name were not the type of people you would want to get to know. The majority were criminals, and just as many were murderers. So.... I guess you could say she liked bad boys? Not that Ali had any room to be judgmental of murderers, seeing as he was literally a hired gun. Every time she nearly lost her tits to gun fire Al would swear that was her last case. Yet, every time someone dangled something shiny in front of the brunette she would jump to action again. Damn the luck.

Unfortunately for those around her, however, Ali was not very friendly or joking with anyone except her elf conscious. That little trait combined with her attire, resting bitch face, and the holster on her hip made for a very prickly outward appearance- just the way sh wanted it. If they believed she as a major cunt, usually men would avid approaching her. That was the ultimate goal. Ali didn't want to be hit on or talked to. Ever. Shed gone on enough trips where her employer would go for a handful of her ass every time she saved theirs. She had learned not to enjoy the presence of men an longer. They sucked. Everyone sucked.

Thats why she rolled her eyes when this asshole approached her in the middle of a perfectly good beer.

Ali Let him finish his fairytale as she downed the rest of her drink, then without a care in the world she pulled he gun out of her holster and placed the barrel right between his eyebrows. The woman rose an eyebrow and stared him down between rogue tendrils that hung over her face.

"I get paid up front, dick hole, and I dont go chasing dreams. You'll have to find someone a lot dumber than me to go on that goose chase with you."

After Ali was satisfied that the man was sufficiently threatened, he placed her gun back in its home and leaned on the counter. Her curves were quite obviously attracting attention at this bar, but all the locals knew better than to hit on Ali. They had all seen it when she shot blindly and a handsy man's crotch. No one wanted to see their dick splat against he stool. The hired gun lifted her hand and motioned to the bar keep to bring her another beer. Alcohol was the only thing her pretty lips wanted to taste tonight.

 

[schlehb]

RE: The Mission

It was Alicia. Ali for short. Alley Cat if you were her brother. Either way, she was a woman. She had a name, and most of the people who knew that name were not the type of people you would want to get to know. The majority were criminals, and just as many were murderers. So.... I guess you could say she liked bad boys? Not that Ali had any room to be judgmental of murderers, seeing as he was literally a hired gun. Every time she nearly lost her tits to gun fire Al would swear that was her last case. Yet, every time someone dangled something shiny in front of the brunette she would jump to action again. Damn the luck.

Unfortunately for those around her, however, Ali was not very friendly or joking with anyone except her elf conscious. That little trait combined with her attire, resting bitch face, and the holster on her hip made for a very prickly outward appearance- just the way sh wanted it. If they believed she as a major cunt, usually men would avid approaching her. That was the ultimate goal. Ali didn't want to be hit on or talked to. Ever. Shed gone on enough trips where her employer would go for a handful of her ass every time she saved theirs. She had learned not to enjoy the presence of men an longer. They sucked. Everyone sucked.

Thats why she rolled her eyes when this asshole approached her in the middle of a perfectly good beer.

Ali Let him finish his fairytale as she downed the rest of her drink, then without a care in the world she pulled he gun out of her holster and placed the barrel right between his eyebrows. The woman rose an eyebrow and stared him down between rogue tendrils that hung over her face.

"I get paid up front, dick hole, and I dont go chasing dreams. You'll have to find someone a lot dumber than me to go on that goose chase with you."

After Ali was satisfied that the man was sufficiently threatened, he placed her gun back in its home and leaned on the counter. Her curves were quite obviously attracting attention at this bar, but all the locals knew better than to hit on Ali. They had all seen it when she shot blindly and a handsy man's crotch. No one wanted to see their dick splat against he stool. The hired gun lifted her hand and motioned to the bar keep to bring her another beer. Alcohol was the only thing her pretty lips wanted to taste tonight.

Despite having a gun put right up to his head, the man hadn't flinched nor bat an eyelash. There were simply too many civilians in this small bar for someone to randomly pull the trigger on someone. As soon as she holstered her weapon he spoke again.

"Now I figured you would say that, which is why I'm offering you this." As he was speaking the man produced a gem from his pocket, coming into view as soon as the word "this" was uttered.

The gem was gorgeous and fairly large as well. It had six sides and could fit in the palm of his hand, however it was quite heavy. It weighed about 15 pounds despite it's size. The blue gem was quite shiny as well as valuable.

"You keep this, and you still get to blow my brains out if we fail." The man stated, looking back into her eyes with a smile. The man would not back down and was prepared to give her all of his wealth if need be. Within reason. The man still needed to pay for supplies and the such.

Pulling a chair from the bar closer to her, Daniels sat on it. "Two beers on me, please, kind sir." He said to the bar tender with a smile, flipping a smaller gem onto the table. Ethan was quite known himself for being wealthy, however he didn't try to flaunt it. This time, the circumstances being right, was an exception. He had to prove to Alicia that this was worth her while.

"Tell me Alicia, how many times have you sworn to yourself that you'll never be hired again, that you never want to do this? But suddenly, you need money. And you and I both know that working is beneath the two of us. This job will give you the opportunity to give up any type of work for the rest of your life and your kid's life." took a sip of his beer. "I see why you all hang around this particular bar."

Daniels chugged the rest of his beer and set it down, looking over at her.

"So how 'bout it, Miss Alicia?"

 

[Sketchyequine]

RE: The Mission

The woman rolled her eyes as he paid or her next beer. She didn't say a word as she quietly downed the rest of er drink. Without a glance at the gem, Ali stood and tucked her belongings back into her pockets. "Listen, I'm just not interested, hot shot."

Ali's eyes wavered over the blue stone greedily, but she wasn't going to give in. It wasn't that simple. However.... she did plan on stealing it. Ali rose her elbow quickly into the lower jaw of the man. It wasn't enough force to knock him out, but it was enough to knock him off of his stool. As he as headed straight for the ground, Ali snatched that gem and stashed it up under her arm before she sprinted out of the bar into the filthy air outside.

A grin painted over her plush lips as she walked down the dirt path. She was headed home, and she only had to get a few feet before the dust hid her from view. It was a short walk from the bar to the converted storage pod she called home. She unlocked the door and promptly re-locked it behind her. She had no interest in seeing that sucker again. He learned a valuable lesson that day - dont flaunt your money in front of a hired fighter. Ali considered him lucky. She could have taken a whole lot more from him, including his life. Sure, there were witnesses in that bar, but they were all criminals just like her. Best she could figure, they were all laughing at his sorry ass right about now.

The pod was a modest thing - didn't even have running water. Inside was a bed, a rack of clothes, and a bookshelf. The gal didn't even own a TV. Her decorations? Weapons. There were blades and guns mounted on the length of her largest wall. Each was shined and pampered intricately. Those weapons wee Ali's livelihood, the only way she had gone this long without becoming a sex worker. Without them, she wouldn't have the life she had. For that, Ali was grateful. Ali laid the rock on her nightstand and let her lips curl into a crooked smirk.

"Stupid boy." She mumbled to herself.