Scot
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Somewhere on the net, a post was made.
A program noticed the post and flagged it, sending out a mass email to it's subscribers. Someplace, a bar or a data pad maybe, brings up the message for someone to read. Someone pressed the message to close and went about their business.
A Starliner affectionately known as “Joyride” by the staff, flies through deep space traveling place to place. The passenger cabin is divided into three parts, the two sides and the center. Between the flight sections is the flight attendants patrolling the lanes making sure the passengers were being attended to, and every now and then a passenger was heading to relive himself in a labeled restroom. The lights were dim, allowing for passengers to sleep and adapt to the time schedule of the planet they were traveling to. Among the passengers was mostly tourists and businessmen on holiday
Somewhere on the Starliner is the man John McRenar, hidden among the many passengers of tourists and businessmen. It only took a little bit of research to find out that he was a middle aged Nepleslian with peach colored skin, short brown hair, 2 inch beard, and brown eyes.
There was an elderly man reading a datapad about the news, the headline was “Gartagens Give Neko 'Sandy Fish'”
A couple of young lovebirds using the travel as a way of getting away from their parents, but also as a way to escape the local authorities after their casual robbery spree. Their current bounty is a mere 50 DA. Their conversation was about how much fun they were going to have with the money they have, and a new attraction that had just opened up.
A Nepleslian middle aged man and a university student was having a conversation about Nepleslian politics. “I think we should do something with the lower class, I don't understand how the government could allow illegal trafficking to take place.”
“Generally they don't,” the older man attempted to explain, “However there are only so much manpower available, and not to mention the Mishu and whatever monsters out there in space wanting to kill us. I am for one grateful for the military power our nation holds.”
“Don't you think it's a problem though?” countered the young adult, “A lot of local news stories seem to be Nepleslian made disasters, ranging from bounty hunters to criminals. If living standards were better in the cities, we probably wouldn't have such a high crime rate when compared to other nations.”
The man nodded in agreement, “I fully understand and would like to agree with you. What you suggest would otherwise take resources away from other things, maybe if you become a senator you will understand what I'm trying to say...”
Meanwhile on the bridge, a blip appeared on a scanner before the screen went black. The operator blinked and witnessed that his screen appeared to be normal. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating on that brandy he had a few hours ago during his break.
“Are you ok, Donovan?” asked a Yamatain operator.
“Ya, everything normal,” Donovan replied, “probably just a power surge from a bad wire causing the screen to flicker. Sometimes I wish I was flying for the military, at least those guys get maintained every time they park ya know?”
The operator nodded, “I understand, let's do a quick check to make sure nothing was harmed during the surge then,” as the operator suggested this, he was fiddling with a small flash-drive-like-object behind his back...
“We are now invisible captain,” announced a pilot of a shuttle. He was a dark-skinned Abwehran male, who was a very good man to have for flying ships with his second set of appendages. His goggles were down and had a large weapon leaning on a console nearby.
“Yarr Capt'n! Seem's me po'gram has worked in makin' yarr sensors spoof us gone Capt'n! This be good time to board thar Joyride Capt'n!” Said their relative Freespacer suggested, seemingly excited for his program to have worked.
A Nepleslian woman smiled, “Good, when we connect send the silent signal to begin the plan.” She stood up and took a step towards the view screen while holding up her hand with the Starliner in her grasp, “Let's open her up boys. Crack it open and see what comes out!”
Code:
“Let me say this straight, I want John McRenar dead. 2,000 KS to the one that kills him.
He is going to be on the Starliner Flight 11524b heading from Nepleslia Prime to Fortuna next week. I have included a code in this message, show it to the security personnel to get by the security checkpoint with... lighter security search. Once the job is done, send an encrypted message to the enclosed address and someone will meet you for payment arrangements. Please have something that can identify the dead man so the proper person may be payed.”
A program noticed the post and flagged it, sending out a mass email to it's subscribers. Someplace, a bar or a data pad maybe, brings up the message for someone to read. Someone pressed the message to close and went about their business.
A Starliner affectionately known as “Joyride” by the staff, flies through deep space traveling place to place. The passenger cabin is divided into three parts, the two sides and the center. Between the flight sections is the flight attendants patrolling the lanes making sure the passengers were being attended to, and every now and then a passenger was heading to relive himself in a labeled restroom. The lights were dim, allowing for passengers to sleep and adapt to the time schedule of the planet they were traveling to. Among the passengers was mostly tourists and businessmen on holiday
Somewhere on the Starliner is the man John McRenar, hidden among the many passengers of tourists and businessmen. It only took a little bit of research to find out that he was a middle aged Nepleslian with peach colored skin, short brown hair, 2 inch beard, and brown eyes.
There was an elderly man reading a datapad about the news, the headline was “Gartagens Give Neko 'Sandy Fish'”
A couple of young lovebirds using the travel as a way of getting away from their parents, but also as a way to escape the local authorities after their casual robbery spree. Their current bounty is a mere 50 DA. Their conversation was about how much fun they were going to have with the money they have, and a new attraction that had just opened up.
A Nepleslian middle aged man and a university student was having a conversation about Nepleslian politics. “I think we should do something with the lower class, I don't understand how the government could allow illegal trafficking to take place.”
“Generally they don't,” the older man attempted to explain, “However there are only so much manpower available, and not to mention the Mishu and whatever monsters out there in space wanting to kill us. I am for one grateful for the military power our nation holds.”
“Don't you think it's a problem though?” countered the young adult, “A lot of local news stories seem to be Nepleslian made disasters, ranging from bounty hunters to criminals. If living standards were better in the cities, we probably wouldn't have such a high crime rate when compared to other nations.”
The man nodded in agreement, “I fully understand and would like to agree with you. What you suggest would otherwise take resources away from other things, maybe if you become a senator you will understand what I'm trying to say...”
Meanwhile on the bridge, a blip appeared on a scanner before the screen went black. The operator blinked and witnessed that his screen appeared to be normal. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating on that brandy he had a few hours ago during his break.
“Are you ok, Donovan?” asked a Yamatain operator.
“Ya, everything normal,” Donovan replied, “probably just a power surge from a bad wire causing the screen to flicker. Sometimes I wish I was flying for the military, at least those guys get maintained every time they park ya know?”
The operator nodded, “I understand, let's do a quick check to make sure nothing was harmed during the surge then,” as the operator suggested this, he was fiddling with a small flash-drive-like-object behind his back...
“We are now invisible captain,” announced a pilot of a shuttle. He was a dark-skinned Abwehran male, who was a very good man to have for flying ships with his second set of appendages. His goggles were down and had a large weapon leaning on a console nearby.
“Yarr Capt'n! Seem's me po'gram has worked in makin' yarr sensors spoof us gone Capt'n! This be good time to board thar Joyride Capt'n!” Said their relative Freespacer suggested, seemingly excited for his program to have worked.
A Nepleslian woman smiled, “Good, when we connect send the silent signal to begin the plan.” She stood up and took a step towards the view screen while holding up her hand with the Starliner in her grasp, “Let's open her up boys. Crack it open and see what comes out!”