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There's Always a Price: Sci Fi Bounty Hunters

"I don't share bounties."

The wind picked up, dust flagrantly roiling about the air before it dissipated as if it had never been. Dirk placed his hand on the holsters of his guns, but he never drew them out. He was calculating something that might actually make it so he wasn't ending another life, though that never tended to bother him. His visor pinpointed her physical attributes, evidently honed for combat, and his practiced eye told him she knew how to carry herself at least. After one last moment of deliberation, he continued.

"...Usually. But I can make an exception this once. That means you'll have to be my gunner." He told her, gesturing his head toward the VEC transport. There was only one seat, for the pilot. But behind it was a small, liquid cooled lasturret one could operate by standing within what had the appearance of leg braces, with platforms to rest your feet on. It wasn't anything one could use to seriously harm an armored vehicle, but it could punch through another VEC's armor fairly well. Or kill a humanoid.

The bounty hunter knelt down and grabbed Chalnarc's fat fingered hands, slowly dragging him for a second and stopping. The world was so silent save for the music inside the saloon, his bulk scraped audibly along the hard desert ground. Dirk Crimson wouldn't wait for her to think, so she had to decide now. "Of course, you can stay here and get blamed for this one's death. Either that, or help me pick this sack of shit up so we can turn him in."

There was a small compartment below the VEC that one could slid a large pack in for travel. Or a moderate sized body.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

"The old codger's finally figured it out, eh?" Markus grinned, spinning the wheel one last time as the Hammer swung out to open sea. The Sea Drake wasn't a massive ship and he could tell it was built to give sloops a run for their money if the wind was with it. But The Hammer was still the faster and lighter. The seconds dragged on as the ship's continued to race around one another before the Hammer finally open fired, powder and deafening roars filled the ocean surface as the cannon's bounced from the sheer power of their shot. The Sea Drake had holes the size of men punched through it, though Markus couldn't rightly tell if it had permanent damage or not. It didn't matter, as Sketti played his little trick.

The Dwarf dropped strange casks of ice into the water made from some chemical Markus couldn't begin to pronounce. The ordinance burst into steam on contact with the warm sea, erupting like geysers so as to shadow the very air around them. It was when the last of the Hammer's cannons shot that it grew obscure enough to be unable to see thirty meters out, and so Markus made his gamble and set the Hammer full speed ahead. It was just seconds later that the Captain felt a strange twinge in his mind, followed by Emmaline giving a squeal in fear.

Lightning burst forth out of the fog with a crack like the act of a vengeful God. For a brief moment Markus thought they could somehow see them through the smoke. It would still take far longer than Markus liked to be out of range of their cannons, but after a second discharge of the spell was enacted, it became clear their wizard was simply guessing at their location. Markus let the ship go once it hit the wind, and it was just in time as he saw Emmaline crafting a spell.

"No!" He said, leaping over to her and placing a hand on her mouth. She said something muffled, likely sassy but he couldn't make it out.

"We can fight him later. We don't want them to know where we are, right?" He asked.

"Hmmmmrrrrmm," she agreed, and after a second he let go of her mouth. Her hair was frizzled and she tried to smooth it to preserve her dignity, but otherwise she was unharmed. Sketti made his stout way up from the deck to the aft castle where they stood, grinning like an ugly bulldog. It gave Markus a good look at his ivory and gold teeth. He held his hands on the belt loops of his pants as he strutted up to the Captain and the ship mage.

"So, how do ye like my concoction?" He asked the swordsman. More plumes of smoke rolled up behind them, and it was only when water splashed and the sounds erupted that they knew it was the Sea Drake firing all cannons in a vain attempt to hit them. Markus and Sketti were unconcerned, the darkly handsome man speaking about how useful the 'dry ice' the Dwarf had made was and how they could use it in future engagements.

Blades of the Blood Coast

@Penny The skills are in the Stat List! (Unless you mean something different with 'skills.')

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Think 15th to early 16th century. Firearms are very limited and they're generally not up to standard anyway unless they're Dwarven make. Think the Hundred Years War sort of tech.

Edit: Oh no one is going to be a powerful magic user. Just DM me your plans and we can work on it.

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I play 4D chess with my RP's.

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@Lucius Cypher There is a CS in the character tab!

So...this must be midlife-crisis, interesting

Welcome back! If that's a Dwarf avvie, I approve.

Blades of the Blood Coast

@Decimate It's gonna be a bit like Dark Souls. Your characters can buy a crude map that is somewhat accurate...maybe.

Also no hurry on the characters. I'm just chilling the next few days after two weeks of double shifts at work so I'm cool with you guys taking some time to decide.

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Confirming we have an NPC leader? Are we a crew or just forming one? Are we all in one place right now?

@Pagemaster

We have an NPC. Whether he is the leader is up to the characters after we begin. The first IC post will explain where you are!

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