Post by Deadeas on Jan 31, 2009 2:30:45 GMT -5
Part I
Ten days on a planet like Asylum would give anyone a reason to kill themselves. Given the fact that the planet didn’t rotate, one side of the planet in an almost-perpetual lava state and the other is frozen solid. The only habitable part of the planet is a small band between the light and dark side of the planet, which was covered with all sorts of plants that had adapted to the strange world they existed on. All this amounted to a rather shitty world for colonization, but when the Hyperspace Crisis occurred, some travelers had to make due...
As the spaceport prepared for another busy day, a tall, muscular woman walked away from the various ships from various worlds, heading for the only other spot of civilization within spitting distance of the port: The Cantina.
“That damn bartender had better have been right about this...” She muttered as she ducked inside quickly, slipping past a large bouncer while his back was turned. Once inside, she casually walked over to the bar, sitting with her back to the wall. As she waited for the bartender to notice her, she made sure her gun’s safety wasn’t on. After all, if this deal went bad, gunfighting might be her only way outta Asylum.
“Well, well, well...If it isn’t the badass herself, Ashley Wells...What are you doin’ here? I figured you sent the Vindi for this deal.” The large, burly bartender said as he turned to speak. His hand instinctively went under the bar, and rested on his shotgun.
“Well, I figured after the incident on Earth, we should speak face to face, Dotan.” Ashley said as she casually took a bottle from behind the counter and poured a glass of the foul-smelling alcohol. She downed the glass quickly, and then turned back to Dotan. “How much for them? Twelve, Thirteen, or do I need to see the Banking Clan about a loan?”
“Let’s see...Malcolm isn’t important to my operations, so about two-thousand for him...Natalya, on the other hand, attracts some very high-class clients. For her, I can’t go lower than twenty-thousand.” The bartender said as he pressed some buttons on his datapad, smirking as he mentioned Natalya’s price.
“Fuck you, Dotan. Malcolm and Natalya are mine, I earned them on Erathaol!” Ashley said as she stood up in anger, making sure she had an escape route planned. After a moment of tension, Dotan drew the shotgun and fired, but Ashley was ready for this rather predictable move. She ducked down below the shot, and fired her pistol. The bullet cut through the target quickly, causing him to drop the datapad.
With a quick motion, Ashley ran out of the tavern with the other patron, using the panic to her advantage. As she reached the spaceport, she noticed the gates were open. As she reached her ship, she pressed a button on the datapad and quickly boarded the ship.
Note: I plan to add onto this rather regularly, hopefully improving in writing skill as I do so. Any questions, criticisms, or ideas...Post'em here.
