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VampiretwilightThe skateboard hit the pavement with a sharp smack, the wheels rolling through puddles as it was propelled through the crowds of people. The downtown market on Phobos was busy tonight. Probably due to the Convention of the United Planets, where senators and delegates representing their respective governments came again to try to figure out peace. Crowds of people from distant planets were in attendance and the market was a hot spot for the masses. A young man on a skateboard was no exception, moving through the crowd with ease a pizza balanced in his hand.
The young man blew a piece of bubblegum, a pair of old headphones coming out of an ancient relic of a cassette player hugging the young man's jeans. He skated past a few older women who screamed yelling at him to be more careful. The young man flipped them the bird, moving around a Marlac Fruit Stand, onto a new street. A pack of cat-like aliens with three eyes called Murla's skittered away as he came towards an alleyway. He hissed at the cat's slowing down to a soft roll before he came to his destination. He hopped off the board moving towards a door covered in gravity and rust. He lifted his phone double-checking the address before he shrugged, pulling off his headphones and knocked.
When the door opened he looked down at the order, "Olla Muchacho! I got a three-cheese, pepperoni pizza with spinach and chovies, for..ahhh Dougie Sprignas?"
He looked up, his yellow eyes staring up at the 6,8 Draconian who was a mixture between a dinosaur and a troll. He raised an eyebrow, "Holy shit your tall dude! So uh...you uh Dougie??"
The Draconian was covered in tattoos, a wifebeater, and spoke in clicks and hisses, luckily like most Tony Treo's pizza workers, the young man was set with a translation implant, "No I ain't fucking Dougie, and I didn't order this shit. Get the fuck out of here!"
The young man held up his hands, "Woah man! Okay..Look this is the address that was called. I just deliver em. It's 15.45 if you want it?"
Another Draconian in the background hissed, "WHO IS IT BOSS? WANT ME TO..OH.."
Another tall Draconian with black scales and thick arms walked over, "You order a pizza! Sweet! It's Tony's to!"
The original Draconian, now uncovered to be named Rex groaned, "I didn't order it, and your fatass doesn't need it either."
The black scaled Draconian looked hurt, "Awe come on boss. We've been cooking all day! It smells amazing."
The young man tapped his shoe, "Look, dude. You either want it or nooot! I got other deliveries, and paper on space coagualates and shite.."
The Draconian sighed, pulling out a wallet, "Fine. I'll fucking buy it...but that means I ain't hearing you yammer about your hunger later."
He dug into his heavy brown cargos, pulling up his card and the young man extended his hand so that his watch could collect payment. The kid watched as the money was delivered and looked up with a scowl, "You ain't even gonna tip?"
The Draconian gave a half-shrug/laugh and pushed the young man back. The young fellow slipped on his board, landing in the trash heavily as the door shut on his face. The Draconian's howling inside. He glared at the door angrily, whilst grunting to himself, "I don't get paid enough for this shit!"
He stood up slowly, opening up his cassette to flip it over to a new side. He paused hitting play on the new track, 'Blue Light Special: Still just a Rat in a Cage." Without another word he jumped on his board, hitting his watch to start a countdown as he headed back out into the street. He twisted back through the market, avoiding the crowds before he spotted a large black man with thick steel dreads coming out of the top of his head. He hard edge about him like Wesley Snipes from Blade. He smirked, heading towards him and noting his companion a shorter green lizard-like man with bright neon yellow eyes. He nodded at both of them once holding out his wrist so that their watches could connect for a brief moment.
The young man's board continued into the crowd as the black man, opened his watch so that a holographic picture of the Draconian was before him. He smirked, hitting a few buttons before he nodded at the lizard man, "Got it."
The large black man smirked, hitting his coms as he spoke, "It's what we thought. Z34761d35."
Miles away at a shipping yard on the east side of the planet, a large orange-colored man with long black hair and tusks and a blue-skinned woman with gills plunked in the number. Each watch gave off the same ting, to mark the time. A few seconds later a cargo door on a large black space cruiser opened up to expose 40,000 tonnes of the best Draconian Ecstasy produced in this part of the galaxy. Highly illegal and incredibly expensive.
The young man looked down at his watch one last time before hopping off his board finally pulling off his hat, a cascade of black hair falling down his back. He flipped the cap so that it faced backward before pulling down the zipper on his jacket, to expose a white crop top and a pair of C-cup sized boobs. Aside from some sweet jugs there sat a gun holster holding two Beretta 92FS Inox "9mm Sword Cutlass'" guns which hugged her armpits lightly. She kept walking a young blue child with two antennas running up to hand her a worn black leather jacket with a skull and crossbones etched into the back. She slid it over her shoulders before pulling out a pair of sunglasses which she plugged over her yellow eyes. She rubbed the head of the little kid and gave him a stack of $100 kredits for an address and careful observation of a large Draconian cruiser. A smile moved up her lips as she headed for the nearest book store, her part of the job done for the day.
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Back at the Draconian clubhouse, the pizza had made its final stop past a hungry crew of illegal Ecstasy cookers and Draconian mobsters. The head Draconian who answered the door, Rex Martinez, and boss of the infamous Martinez gang, opened the lid to pause at the piece of napkin taped aboard the tasty pie. It's green ink read as such:
"Here's a Free Pizza for that sweet Draconian Love Rock. All 40 Tonnes of it.
P.S. You really should have tipped.
Yours Truly,
Ursa Cooper. <3"
The young man blew a piece of bubblegum, a pair of old headphones coming out of an ancient relic of a cassette player hugging the young man's jeans. He skated past a few older women who screamed yelling at him to be more careful. The young man flipped them the bird, moving around a Marlac Fruit Stand, onto a new street. A pack of cat-like aliens with three eyes called Murla's skittered away as he came towards an alleyway. He hissed at the cat's slowing down to a soft roll before he came to his destination. He hopped off the board moving towards a door covered in gravity and rust. He lifted his phone double-checking the address before he shrugged, pulling off his headphones and knocked.
When the door opened he looked down at the order, "Olla Muchacho! I got a three-cheese, pepperoni pizza with spinach and chovies, for..ahhh Dougie Sprignas?"
He looked up, his yellow eyes staring up at the 6,8 Draconian who was a mixture between a dinosaur and a troll. He raised an eyebrow, "Holy shit your tall dude! So uh...you uh Dougie??"
The Draconian was covered in tattoos, a wifebeater, and spoke in clicks and hisses, luckily like most Tony Treo's pizza workers, the young man was set with a translation implant, "No I ain't fucking Dougie, and I didn't order this shit. Get the fuck out of here!"
The young man held up his hands, "Woah man! Okay..Look this is the address that was called. I just deliver em. It's 15.45 if you want it?"
Another Draconian in the background hissed, "WHO IS IT BOSS? WANT ME TO..OH.."
Another tall Draconian with black scales and thick arms walked over, "You order a pizza! Sweet! It's Tony's to!"
The original Draconian, now uncovered to be named Rex groaned, "I didn't order it, and your fatass doesn't need it either."
The black scaled Draconian looked hurt, "Awe come on boss. We've been cooking all day! It smells amazing."
The young man tapped his shoe, "Look, dude. You either want it or nooot! I got other deliveries, and paper on space coagualates and shite.."
The Draconian sighed, pulling out a wallet, "Fine. I'll fucking buy it...but that means I ain't hearing you yammer about your hunger later."
He dug into his heavy brown cargos, pulling up his card and the young man extended his hand so that his watch could collect payment. The kid watched as the money was delivered and looked up with a scowl, "You ain't even gonna tip?"
The Draconian gave a half-shrug/laugh and pushed the young man back. The young fellow slipped on his board, landing in the trash heavily as the door shut on his face. The Draconian's howling inside. He glared at the door angrily, whilst grunting to himself, "I don't get paid enough for this shit!"
He stood up slowly, opening up his cassette to flip it over to a new side. He paused hitting play on the new track, 'Blue Light Special: Still just a Rat in a Cage." Without another word he jumped on his board, hitting his watch to start a countdown as he headed back out into the street. He twisted back through the market, avoiding the crowds before he spotted a large black man with thick steel dreads coming out of the top of his head. He hard edge about him like Wesley Snipes from Blade. He smirked, heading towards him and noting his companion a shorter green lizard-like man with bright neon yellow eyes. He nodded at both of them once holding out his wrist so that their watches could connect for a brief moment.
The young man's board continued into the crowd as the black man, opened his watch so that a holographic picture of the Draconian was before him. He smirked, hitting a few buttons before he nodded at the lizard man, "Got it."
The large black man smirked, hitting his coms as he spoke, "It's what we thought. Z34761d35."
Miles away at a shipping yard on the east side of the planet, a large orange-colored man with long black hair and tusks and a blue-skinned woman with gills plunked in the number. Each watch gave off the same ting, to mark the time. A few seconds later a cargo door on a large black space cruiser opened up to expose 40,000 tonnes of the best Draconian Ecstasy produced in this part of the galaxy. Highly illegal and incredibly expensive.
The young man looked down at his watch one last time before hopping off his board finally pulling off his hat, a cascade of black hair falling down his back. He flipped the cap so that it faced backward before pulling down the zipper on his jacket, to expose a white crop top and a pair of C-cup sized boobs. Aside from some sweet jugs there sat a gun holster holding two Beretta 92FS Inox "9mm Sword Cutlass'" guns which hugged her armpits lightly. She kept walking a young blue child with two antennas running up to hand her a worn black leather jacket with a skull and crossbones etched into the back. She slid it over her shoulders before pulling out a pair of sunglasses which she plugged over her yellow eyes. She rubbed the head of the little kid and gave him a stack of $100 kredits for an address and careful observation of a large Draconian cruiser. A smile moved up her lips as she headed for the nearest book store, her part of the job done for the day.
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Back at the Draconian clubhouse, the pizza had made its final stop past a hungry crew of illegal Ecstasy cookers and Draconian mobsters. The head Draconian who answered the door, Rex Martinez, and boss of the infamous Martinez gang, opened the lid to pause at the piece of napkin taped aboard the tasty pie. It's green ink read as such:
"Here's a Free Pizza for that sweet Draconian Love Rock. All 40 Tonnes of it.
P.S. You really should have tipped.
Yours Truly,
Ursa Cooper. <3"
