"It's fine." Vince assured him, "You've got nothing worth stealing without a ship for me to run away in." He sighed.
"And it looks like it's gonna stay that way."
After letting the melancholy pass through his system very breifly; Vince opened his bag and removed his clothes, as well as the various gun parts he had in his possesion. By the time he had taken off the WIND suit and laid it next to the others, the security checkpoint was complete. By the time he had finished putting his clothes on and thrown on his coat, the ship was entering the atmosphere. In the noisy and shaky cargo hold he worked, tinkering with his energy pistol, in an effort to find parts for his beloved Type 29.
In the end, he wasn't really sure what kind of power it would have, but he managed to convert a part from his old, beaten up Standard Energy Pistol into a jury rigged amplifier for his favorite pulse pistol. The part had a higher output, but wasn't much larger. He remembered the energy pistol was prone to overheating when he fired it. An educated guess was all he could have without firing the weapon. He chortled as he imangined firing the pistol and being thrown backwards thirty feet while a large blast of light shot from the barrel of his gun, completely destroying whatever imaginary vehicle that was in front of him.
He cackled one last time before gathering his stuff and making his path through the furniture and slipping through the small gaps in the cargo hold. Stumbling in the turbulence, he made his way up towards the bridge, quickly introducing himself to people as he passed them. He leaned into room after room saying: "Enzo Bortelli! Nice to meet you, thanks for the lift."
Eventually, he reached the bridge of the ship and fought against the physics of the situation until he could reach a chair. "This is a nice ship!", he said to John, wiping his new gun with his coat. "It's way bigger than mine was. So, which city are we landing in, pal? If we end up in the southern peninsula of the northern continent I'd like to stop by my uncle's place and have him reward you guys somehow. He stocks a lot of stuff, and he'll probably give you a real deal if I come in with you."
Vince leaned back in his chair and mulled over the proposition of paying back the crew of the Big Bird. He played with the handle on his bag while he considered his method of repayment. It wasn't an issue of guilt. Vince had been placed in similar situations before, and come out losing because he didn't make the right social descisions. He considered Luca's warning not to steal anything from the armory. He considered the possibility that the crew wouldn't be willing to visit his uncle, or that they wouldn't just be satisfied with low-priced weaponry. He also remembered times in the past when he was given a favor and then simply disappeared. He had made enemies in that fashion more than once. As completely ungrateful as he was, he needed to be grateful for the sake of his own livelyhood. Then it dawned on him: Why make good and disappear, when there's nowhere to disappear to? He knew the crew couldn't be stupid and they'd all see him for what he was: a cockroach. But what if they needed a cockroach? "With their cargo bay so disorganized, there's hardly room for anything, not to mention their lack of alternative storage space." He nodded to himself. "I just have to package myself right. I have to be a golden cockroach. There's a huge pile of money in this adventure stuff. If I can stick around and work for cheap to 'repay my debt', then I can get back on my feet and start making real money. This ship and it's crew would make for some wicked allies. It's all coming together now! If I can just show the captain I'm not going to rob him and leave at the first chance to escape, I might eventually happen to convince him to help me get my ship back from that pirate. That guy's probably messing around in her right now." Without thinking he continued out loud, "Changing my layout, putting stupid extra weapons on her, throwing a stupid pirate paintjob all over my beautiful ship... "
"I've made my descision!" Vince caught himself talking and quickly shut up. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, listening as John landed the ship.
"And it looks like it's gonna stay that way."
After letting the melancholy pass through his system very breifly; Vince opened his bag and removed his clothes, as well as the various gun parts he had in his possesion. By the time he had taken off the WIND suit and laid it next to the others, the security checkpoint was complete. By the time he had finished putting his clothes on and thrown on his coat, the ship was entering the atmosphere. In the noisy and shaky cargo hold he worked, tinkering with his energy pistol, in an effort to find parts for his beloved Type 29.
In the end, he wasn't really sure what kind of power it would have, but he managed to convert a part from his old, beaten up Standard Energy Pistol into a jury rigged amplifier for his favorite pulse pistol. The part had a higher output, but wasn't much larger. He remembered the energy pistol was prone to overheating when he fired it. An educated guess was all he could have without firing the weapon. He chortled as he imangined firing the pistol and being thrown backwards thirty feet while a large blast of light shot from the barrel of his gun, completely destroying whatever imaginary vehicle that was in front of him.
He cackled one last time before gathering his stuff and making his path through the furniture and slipping through the small gaps in the cargo hold. Stumbling in the turbulence, he made his way up towards the bridge, quickly introducing himself to people as he passed them. He leaned into room after room saying: "Enzo Bortelli! Nice to meet you, thanks for the lift."
Eventually, he reached the bridge of the ship and fought against the physics of the situation until he could reach a chair. "This is a nice ship!", he said to John, wiping his new gun with his coat. "It's way bigger than mine was. So, which city are we landing in, pal? If we end up in the southern peninsula of the northern continent I'd like to stop by my uncle's place and have him reward you guys somehow. He stocks a lot of stuff, and he'll probably give you a real deal if I come in with you."
Vince leaned back in his chair and mulled over the proposition of paying back the crew of the Big Bird. He played with the handle on his bag while he considered his method of repayment. It wasn't an issue of guilt. Vince had been placed in similar situations before, and come out losing because he didn't make the right social descisions. He considered Luca's warning not to steal anything from the armory. He considered the possibility that the crew wouldn't be willing to visit his uncle, or that they wouldn't just be satisfied with low-priced weaponry. He also remembered times in the past when he was given a favor and then simply disappeared. He had made enemies in that fashion more than once. As completely ungrateful as he was, he needed to be grateful for the sake of his own livelyhood. Then it dawned on him: Why make good and disappear, when there's nowhere to disappear to? He knew the crew couldn't be stupid and they'd all see him for what he was: a cockroach. But what if they needed a cockroach? "With their cargo bay so disorganized, there's hardly room for anything, not to mention their lack of alternative storage space." He nodded to himself. "I just have to package myself right. I have to be a golden cockroach. There's a huge pile of money in this adventure stuff. If I can stick around and work for cheap to 'repay my debt', then I can get back on my feet and start making real money. This ship and it's crew would make for some wicked allies. It's all coming together now! If I can just show the captain I'm not going to rob him and leave at the first chance to escape, I might eventually happen to convince him to help me get my ship back from that pirate. That guy's probably messing around in her right now." Without thinking he continued out loud, "Changing my layout, putting stupid extra weapons on her, throwing a stupid pirate paintjob all over my beautiful ship... "
"I've made my descision!" Vince caught himself talking and quickly shut up. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, listening as John landed the ship.
