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~Deadly Aim~	Jun 24 2009, 12:27 AM
FSCMCPOP in '09 - FOUR YEARS OF TRAVIS CLARK ACTION Posts: 1,588 Group: Roleplayer Member #20 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	"Huh... the place looks barren." Metallic footpad clacked on the ship floor as the suited man seemed to stare into the holographic dust ball of a planet, eyeing the sandy surface. G79, a bright, forsaken dustball in the far reaches of the galaxy. Located near the edge Orion-Ysn Cluster, it was a place few dared to travel, and even fewer dared to dwell upon. And why would anyone wish to? A desert world, full of nothing but sand, heat and death was not ideal for most. And yet... this "Dr. Tholburn", whoever she was, wanted protection on this place from hired hands to protect her sites. He scrolled over the bounty, moving up and down on the file with an armored finger. While he certainly was, like most hunters, interested in the payout, he also had another question playing in his mind: just what was it she was looking for on that forsaken dustbowl? Furthermore, she wasn't specifically looking for hunters... but also mercenaries. Mercenaries that might also turn out to be another paycheck if need be; after all, mercs weren't exactly known to follow the law, and a number of them were wanted by the Federation. He knew the chance of hitting two birds with one stone would be slim, but knowing this, he scrolled over the bounty and selected "yes" to accept. And besides, his presence alone might scare off such mercs, almost like the comic hero Superman of old. Although usually he wasn't near as noticable until it was too late; one of the basics of being a hunter was to know what it is to be clandestine and discreet. "Are you really sure you want to do this, Travis?" Chimed Constantine, who flickered into view in his worn robes. "You know the risk you take; mercenaries aren't exactly a bunch you can trust." "I know, Constantine, and I don't mean to be greedy, but think about it. And besides, you know as well as I do that if she's really planning something else that I won't hesitate to renege on the bounty and turn her in; then again, considering she goes by 'doctor', she's almost certainly smart enough to know that's a bad idea." Travis replied, looking out of the cockpit of the Arctic Storm and at the various holo-screens, staring out into the abyss. "How are supplies?" "Travis, we just resupplied at Marvakka Port, we're fine." "Well then..." He said, unconsciously bringing his hand to the bottom of his helmet like as though it were his own chin. "How many jumps do you estimate this will take?" "Well, considering that the distance isn't relatively far away from where we are right now?" Constantine replied as though considering something. "Only... two. Yes, two jumps and that should do it. This followed by six hours of normal flight. Shall I initiate the jump sequence?" "Please." Travis nodded. "Very well then... Jump sequence initiating, please secure yourself, Travis. Jumping in 3... 2..." By this time Travis was already in a comfortable position, fastened into his seat and looking forward into the stars as the countdown initiated. "1... Jumping now!" And so, the Arctic Storm rocketed off into space, it's course charted for G79.


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