- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have a shifting work schedule, so My online times will be random.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, scifi, futuristic modern, fantasy modern, Action/adventure, Mystery, Fan-based,
Long thin fingers tapped at a keypad, pausing every now and then as tired eyes reviewed the missive. Blue veins stood out beneath fragile skin as the hands resumed their work, coping the request into several different message windows to be sent to each party individually.
[bg=black][color= dodgerblue]16:00 – 29th day, Earth month, July
Greetings,
My name is Christopher Pierce. I am a merchant and the CEO of Pierce and Bremman's of which you may have heard. While I have a rather large base of operations and a wide array of resources at my disposal I have recently found myself in the position of requireing a retrieval of a more discreet nature. That is why I am contacting you. I would like to propose a job.
It has recently come to pass that I am in a position to acquire a small cargo of great value. As such I am in need of a crew, for a ship I will provide, capable of retrieving said cargo and bringing it safely to me. Everything about this venture is perfectly legal, I can produce documentation upon demand, however pirates have been known to frequent the area, particularly the dread crew of the Galactic Fury, and the safety of this cargo is paramount. You came highly recommended and it is my hope that you are in a position to work with several others and successfully complete the retrieval without drawing any unwanted eyes. I will provide extremely generous compensation.
It is my hope that should your schedule permit it, and if you are inclined to accept this proposal, you will be able to meet with me and the other members of this expedition at 19:00, the twenty first day of the Earth month August, on Pier 29 of the Laskaris free port.
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Greetings,
My name is Christopher Pierce. I am a merchant and the CEO of Pierce and Bremman's of which you may have heard. While I have a rather large base of operations and a wide array of resources at my disposal I have recently found myself in the position of requireing a retrieval of a more discreet nature. That is why I am contacting you. I would like to propose a job.
It has recently come to pass that I am in a position to acquire a small cargo of great value. As such I am in need of a crew, for a ship I will provide, capable of retrieving said cargo and bringing it safely to me. Everything about this venture is perfectly legal, I can produce documentation upon demand, however pirates have been known to frequent the area, particularly the dread crew of the Galactic Fury, and the safety of this cargo is paramount. You came highly recommended and it is my hope that you are in a position to work with several others and successfully complete the retrieval without drawing any unwanted eyes. I will provide extremely generous compensation.
It is my hope that should your schedule permit it, and if you are inclined to accept this proposal, you will be able to meet with me and the other members of this expedition at 19:00, the twenty first day of the Earth month August, on Pier 29 of the Laskaris free port.
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[bg=black]Laskaris – Pier 29 – August 21 – 18:50 [/bg]
Laskaris, the hub of the eastern sector. Not only the center point for a number of trade routs, and the home of the base for a number of large and important organizations, but the capitol city (which shared the name of the planet) was known for being a place where anybody could find nearly anything they wanted to purchase. Fashion, food, the best shipyards in the industry, Laskaris had it all, including the potential for launching a number of lucrative careers. Denton Wallace Maxeam would settle for earning enough cash to pay off the last of his medical bills. Others had their own reasons.
A variety of people walked the streets, pushing past him. People of all race, gender, or biological makeup. People from different worlds or no world at all, considering some were space nomads. Each had their own goals, their own path, their own dreams. Not two of them were exactly the same. It was this that made the planet a hub, a cultural melting pot. It was this that made this place perfect for a randevu.
With the setting of the second sun the city was awash in the glow of twilight and numerous luminescent signs advertising the best and latest for their respective businesses. However it was not a shop Den was looking for, but the main walk through the free port that led directly to the main lobby of Pier 29, one of Laskaris's more mediocre ports and the assigned meeting point of the job that had promised him generous compensation in exchange for his services. Den needed the money.
A scrolling sign at the head of the lobby ran through the various platform numbers next to the name of the renting party, and upon reading "platform 8 – Pierce" Den made his way to the location in question without bothering to look to see if anyone else was headed there as well. The navy fabric of his flight suit rustled as he shifted his pack against his shoulders. A gloved hand reached up to run fingers through short-cropped, light-brown hair.
Lights positioned around the parameter of landing platform eight highlighted a single ship set in the center. Den whistled appreciatively. Small enough to go nearly anywhere and be flown by a single pilot while still comfortably large enough to house up to ten people, she was one of the older cruiser class ships, yet had obviously been keep in very good repair. Dull neural tones adorned her hull, the kind that wouldn't reflect light, and the words "Cosmic Voyager" had been stenciled along her nose.
"What I wouldn't give to take this beauty for a spin!" he whispered to himself as soft foot fall announced the presence of others approaching. He turned then, taking in his first impression of the people who, like him, had accepted a job with little to no specifics attached to it; the people who were about to become his companions.
[bg=black] 19:00[/bg]
At 19:00 exactly the main hatch of the Voyager opened with a hiss and out of it, escorted by a tall, lean, black shrouded assistant, was a human male of obviously advanced years seated in a little black chair of unknown origins. His nonfunctional legs covered in a ocher blanket, what little hair was left on his head white and wispy, piercing blue eyes set within folds of wrinkled skin. It was obvious why Christopher Pierce needed someone else to retrieve his cargo. He was too old to do it himself.
"Thank you," he wheezed as his little chair hovered to a stop and settled to the ground with a low hum, his assistant standing directly behind. "Thank you for taking a risk for a little old man like me."