Post by Band on Jun 14, 2023 20:53:43 GMT -5
For as miserably cold Arcose was all year round, it came as no surprise that the Oasis came as a welcome change of pace to foreigners of the planet in particular. One would think that the bloodsucking corporations dominating the place would capitalize by making it an open resort, but alas. Maybe the next vampires would be so bold. Today, the guest list remained quite exclusive, which in this case was a good thing. Atop a small vessel drifting around the perimeter of the island, a terribly purple Namekian tossed a small stone across the ocean’s surface, quickly losing track of it as it bounced to shore.
“Would you cut that out?” A voice hissed to the side, belonging to a squirrely Arcosian named Eci who bore none of the elegance of the upper crust. In part, that was why Band had agreed to work for him, looking over to his employer with a big, smug grin. Glaring far up at the Namekian, the boss flicked his tail erratically. “What if someone notices, hm? What then?”
“Mate, ‘m not a bit subtle on the best of days. If they noticed that, we’re already dead in the water,” Band noted nonchalantly, doing absolutely nothing to help the Arcosian’s nerves. He was right though, and it wasn’t like subtly was ever the plan given the scouters most definitely available to security. Eci wasn’t the clearest on the details — although Band hadn’t been paying a ton of attention — but he knew his part well enough. As their barge continued to round the island, a beachfront compound came into the pairs’ view.
Drawing himself up, Band stretched his wiry body and took a breath in preparation. Planting one foot on the boat’s railing, he afforded Eci one last maniacal smile. “Catch ya on the flip side, yeah?” And without waiting for a response, the Namekian vaulted into the air, reaching an impressive height before he began to rocket to the beach. In seconds, a violet comet cratered in the sand, sending a shower scattering into the air.
Looking excitedly about, his eyes fell on a pair of security robots wheeling in to investigate the disturbance. Blocky and inarticulate — nothing like the more advanced and powerful models out there, but serviceable to the greedy bunch who chose to hide out here from their illicit something or other. What did this particular lot do that they needed the mechanical muscle? Damned if Band knew. He was just here to do his job. As the droids at last reached him, weapons primed, the closest buzzed at him in an electric baritone. “This is private property. State your purpo—”
Interrupted by the sudden force caving in its chassis, the android fell onto its back as Band retracted his leg. Its partner seemed to take exception, releasing a hail of laserfire on the Namekian that was rewarded not with a spew of purple blood, but a similarly purple arm piercing all the way through its cubical head. Tossing the machine aside and giving the first a quick stamp to finish it, Band began his march up the beach. He couldn’t imagine a world where that little display hadn’t triggered all sorts of alarms, but such was the plan.
“Just makin’ a ruckus! Don’t 'old it against me.”
“Would you cut that out?” A voice hissed to the side, belonging to a squirrely Arcosian named Eci who bore none of the elegance of the upper crust. In part, that was why Band had agreed to work for him, looking over to his employer with a big, smug grin. Glaring far up at the Namekian, the boss flicked his tail erratically. “What if someone notices, hm? What then?”
“Mate, ‘m not a bit subtle on the best of days. If they noticed that, we’re already dead in the water,” Band noted nonchalantly, doing absolutely nothing to help the Arcosian’s nerves. He was right though, and it wasn’t like subtly was ever the plan given the scouters most definitely available to security. Eci wasn’t the clearest on the details — although Band hadn’t been paying a ton of attention — but he knew his part well enough. As their barge continued to round the island, a beachfront compound came into the pairs’ view.
Drawing himself up, Band stretched his wiry body and took a breath in preparation. Planting one foot on the boat’s railing, he afforded Eci one last maniacal smile. “Catch ya on the flip side, yeah?” And without waiting for a response, the Namekian vaulted into the air, reaching an impressive height before he began to rocket to the beach. In seconds, a violet comet cratered in the sand, sending a shower scattering into the air.
Looking excitedly about, his eyes fell on a pair of security robots wheeling in to investigate the disturbance. Blocky and inarticulate — nothing like the more advanced and powerful models out there, but serviceable to the greedy bunch who chose to hide out here from their illicit something or other. What did this particular lot do that they needed the mechanical muscle? Damned if Band knew. He was just here to do his job. As the droids at last reached him, weapons primed, the closest buzzed at him in an electric baritone. “This is private property. State your purpo—”
Interrupted by the sudden force caving in its chassis, the android fell onto its back as Band retracted his leg. Its partner seemed to take exception, releasing a hail of laserfire on the Namekian that was rewarded not with a spew of purple blood, but a similarly purple arm piercing all the way through its cubical head. Tossing the machine aside and giving the first a quick stamp to finish it, Band began his march up the beach. He couldn’t imagine a world where that little display hadn’t triggered all sorts of alarms, but such was the plan.
“Just makin’ a ruckus! Don’t 'old it against me.”
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