Post by Cassidy on Sept 16, 2022 20:12:08 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day that began to stir just outside a certain westerner's right bedroom window- the golden rays of the morning sun bathing the insides of the weathered veteran's room in a warm, comforting brilliance, gently moving him toward consciousness as the chirpings of birds began to serenade him out of his slumber. Rubbing his eyes in a lethargic manner, Cassidy stifled a yawn before sluggishly dragging himself out of bed, leaving the blanket in a muddled mess before sleepily staggering over to the bathroom door, and throwing it open with a careless flourish.
It was a Saturday, and normally he would be spending his morning routine running errands for the Dirty Snakes gang- but, considering the leader, Derry Ottoy, had finally returned to terra firma after a few weeks spent mucking about on several other planets, the cowboy's schedule began to open up a considerable amount.
And boy, was it a needed change in pace- working as the simultaneous gang leader and Earth president's second in command was an exhaustive task indeed. He couldn't believe the amount of mind numbingly boring house keeping matters that came with being the confidant to someone so high up the chain of command. The cowboy had expected much more, conflict, for a lack of better term, and instead what he got was a weeks worth of paperwork and phone calls to make.
It was, hellish, to say the least, for an adrenaline junkie like Cassidy. He needed time to recuperate, time to recharge after doing something so damningly droll for such a long period of time, and it looked like today was opting to be the day to do so-
That was, until, something rocked the entire forty acres of the BMF ranch. Gripping now onto the edges of the sink tightly, the aftershock jolted the toothbrush straight out of his mouth, forcing an annoyed grunt out of the man's frothy maw as he looked around in shock and awe. What, or who in the hell was making such a damn ruckus this early on in the got damn morning?!
Washing his face off, Cerrone made his way downstairs, only to backtrack upstairs to properly get himself dressed before he went and addressed whoever or whatever the source of this commotion was in solely his drawls. Throwing on a black tank top and a pair of matching athletic shorts, the unperturbed Earthling shuffled his way back down the stairs, stopping by his coat rack and swiping off of it a fitting white cowboy hat before finally making his way out the door, a calculating glint in his gaze as he surveyed the property proper.
Eyes widening, he spotted a long line of smoke rising from the midst of one of his few wheat fields. Gently floating up into the air (he was still trying to ward off the remaining drowsiness plaguing his mind), Cerrone beelined it directly to the spot, stopping just short of what looked to be a massive crater smack dab in the middle of his crops.
Sighing, pained at the amount of work he'd have cut out for himself to try and clean up the mess that was made, Cassidy slid his way down the bowl-like inner sides of the hole, his eyes being met with the sight of something he thought he'd never encounter on his own personal grounds. It looked to be a sort of space pod- the contents of which remained unknown to him upon first glance. Even stranger, he found that he couldn't feel even just a faint energy signature radiating from within. Such a fact only strengthened the man's curiosity, and so he persisted forward.
Standing just before the pod's frontal door, the mystified wildman knocked on the glass surface a few times, rubbing the slight stubble on his chin as he spoke in his low, hoarse, western drawl, saying, "Hey, ev'rything all right in there? Something tells me you've got a bit of a bangtail kinda landing going on here..."
It was a Saturday, and normally he would be spending his morning routine running errands for the Dirty Snakes gang- but, considering the leader, Derry Ottoy, had finally returned to terra firma after a few weeks spent mucking about on several other planets, the cowboy's schedule began to open up a considerable amount.
And boy, was it a needed change in pace- working as the simultaneous gang leader and Earth president's second in command was an exhaustive task indeed. He couldn't believe the amount of mind numbingly boring house keeping matters that came with being the confidant to someone so high up the chain of command. The cowboy had expected much more, conflict, for a lack of better term, and instead what he got was a weeks worth of paperwork and phone calls to make.
It was, hellish, to say the least, for an adrenaline junkie like Cassidy. He needed time to recuperate, time to recharge after doing something so damningly droll for such a long period of time, and it looked like today was opting to be the day to do so-
That was, until, something rocked the entire forty acres of the BMF ranch. Gripping now onto the edges of the sink tightly, the aftershock jolted the toothbrush straight out of his mouth, forcing an annoyed grunt out of the man's frothy maw as he looked around in shock and awe. What, or who in the hell was making such a damn ruckus this early on in the got damn morning?!
Washing his face off, Cerrone made his way downstairs, only to backtrack upstairs to properly get himself dressed before he went and addressed whoever or whatever the source of this commotion was in solely his drawls. Throwing on a black tank top and a pair of matching athletic shorts, the unperturbed Earthling shuffled his way back down the stairs, stopping by his coat rack and swiping off of it a fitting white cowboy hat before finally making his way out the door, a calculating glint in his gaze as he surveyed the property proper.
Eyes widening, he spotted a long line of smoke rising from the midst of one of his few wheat fields. Gently floating up into the air (he was still trying to ward off the remaining drowsiness plaguing his mind), Cerrone beelined it directly to the spot, stopping just short of what looked to be a massive crater smack dab in the middle of his crops.
Sighing, pained at the amount of work he'd have cut out for himself to try and clean up the mess that was made, Cassidy slid his way down the bowl-like inner sides of the hole, his eyes being met with the sight of something he thought he'd never encounter on his own personal grounds. It looked to be a sort of space pod- the contents of which remained unknown to him upon first glance. Even stranger, he found that he couldn't feel even just a faint energy signature radiating from within. Such a fact only strengthened the man's curiosity, and so he persisted forward.
Standing just before the pod's frontal door, the mystified wildman knocked on the glass surface a few times, rubbing the slight stubble on his chin as he spoke in his low, hoarse, western drawl, saying, "Hey, ev'rything all right in there? Something tells me you've got a bit of a bangtail kinda landing going on here..."
PL: 16,708 - WC: 675 - TWC: 675