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The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: June 13, 2019, 01:39:26 AM »
"Nǐ zài shuǎ wǒ ma?"

He watched the mule approach. As they drew closer, their shouting to each other over the rushing air was loud enough for him to hear once they got within a reasonable distance. Not the particulars but he clocked the attractive and capable looking blond security guard from Baron Fancy Pants' place and it was for sure. Since Rian had climbed on the back, he had a perfect view of them as they encroached, then lined up. Borrowing some military vernacular he learned from a vet he ran jobs with, Carpenter shouted to everyone aboard:


Firmly holding onto a steel handle, he felt the mule practically kick out from beneath him with the impact and as they spun around. But just as quickly as they'd spun around they were facing foward again and in motion as the all-purpose vehicle and their captain regained control. Rian counted about three gunhands in the Baron's mule. But they weren't shooting yet, that meant Serge, the driver, just jumped up to the top of Rian's list of people he's going to shoot at. The second the mule stabilized under him, Rian's hand came out from inside his jacket where it had been resting on his pistol, lined him up, and squeezed the trigger, then shifted one spot over to Bret and Carpenter let loose another. 

"I swear to god, Cap!"

Rian held on for dear life and gritted his teeth in frustration. Another time he'd have lit them up sooner, but seeing as he probably needed to let them attack before anything he did might start getting considered manslaughter-y if there were cameras. Aiming at the engine of the vehicle chasing them he let loose four more rounds in quick succession.


Why he hadn't taken any shots at the blond? Chivalry? Ingrained sexism? Rian wasn't sure but she was in the back and wouldn't be a threat in a disabled vehicle. Hopefully. It was the sort of thing his dad would have kicked his ass for back in the day.

"I'm like a reverse lucky charm, everywhere we go somebody tries to kill us!"

And then I have to kill a bunch of people...

Pistol still firmly in hand, he tried to keep it aimed at the enemy mule as they sped off.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: June 05, 2019, 04:52:19 PM »
Location: Cythera Casino and Resort

"We made a new friend, she's awful pretty. A little stern but we all have our flaws. She wants to speak to the Captain, wants to take the boxes from us, but we told her we don't have any idea what she's talking about,"

He smiled, but wanted to caution the doctor. He was glad she didn't give much of anything away but a flat denial like that could get them in trouble.

"You just keep that pretty Alliance Officer busy and stay off-topic and I'll make dessert tonight-"

The preacher ruined his plan for a bribe:

""Headed back home now Rian, a little light on the groceries. We'll have to have those ribs another time.""

Cursing in Chinese as Rian climbed up onto the back of the mule on the driver's side. He perched himself so that he could pivot around and watch the crowds as they made their way back to the docks. He could feel in Barnaby's driving that his suspicion had grown contagious.

"Don't you worry about it, Vic. We're on our way home..."

As they sped down the streets he eyed each alley suspiciously, any clusters of individuals near a choke point. Carpenter could feel the noose tightening around them as he rested his hand on his holster.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: May 20, 2019, 11:26:56 PM »
Location: Cythera Casino and Resort

Rian was just a bag full of nerves right now. Anxiety and aggravation given human form. Ever so lightly he tapped his toes up and down inside his shoe. A strange coping mechanism he'd developed ages ago. When he had a feeling things were about to go sideways, but he needed to solider on like everything was normal, that emotion was allowed to only so slightly manifest itself in a manageable way. He marched right past Captain Merryweather and the aristocrat having a nervous breakdown over a lost pocket square. In another situation watching someone as upper crust as him melt down would make his day, but alas today, Rian had a distinct feeling someone was going to try and kill him, or at best: steal from his crew. And as the newly minted security officer it would be pretty bad to blow it this early on.

The crates all piled right back onto the mule, Carpenter swiped a crow-bar out of the hands of one of the baron's employees.

"Sorry, I'm gonna need to borrow this for a second...."

And with no fanfare he marched up to the mule, pulled the tarp off, and jammed the crowbar into one of the crate's lid. Rian was just about sure the crates would be empty, and either a gang of killers or a bunch of feds waiting for them at the docks. With a loud crack the lid gave way and revealed... the beagle clocks, just as he'd left them. There was even the undisturbed layer of blue packing peanuts he added when they disabled the alarms.

"Oh...uhh... sorry."

He couldn't help but scratch his head as he handed the crowbar back to the very annoyed looking warehouse employee. Still nursing a profound suspicion that something was wrong, he pulled his communicator set to the Darling crew's frequency:

"Tabby, how's shopping going?"

Not wanting to worry her or give anything away to anyone who might be listening in, he played it like things were normal. He dropped a coin into one the worker's jacket pockets as he hammered the crate's top back on and waited for the doc's reply. Something was up and he wasn't sure if they should move until they knew the rest of the crew was okay.

Darling Asides / Re: Running from your shadow
« on: May 15, 2019, 02:51:58 AM »
Bullets clattered off the steel of the door he opened to shield himself. It seemed one of the new "security" guys took offense at how many of his compatriots he'd slain. Jimmy's order not to kill his son was currently being ignored but it was understandable. Emotions were high.  Rian had been clearing his ways through the halls, pulling along a cart crammed full of all his worldly possessions whilst a gang of armed thugs tried to abduct or kill him. One of the shooter's compatriots ran over and kicked him and tried to calm him down.

"Just pin him down I"ll..."

Before he could finish his statement, their quarry popped around the side of the door he'd crept behind and plopped two rounds center of mass one on of them, and the man who'd just been firing on him took aim but he in turn took two more rounds to the chest and as he recoiled back took a third to his head. As Rian went back to his cart and pulled it past his felled opponents, the one who'd tried to diffuse the situation coughed and strained to warn Rian.

"He told you what'd happen if you ran..."

The aspring culinary artist stopped. He turned back slowly. Trying to abduct him was one thing. But condescending to him was another. The man formerly known as Russo leaned over the felled former brother in arms.

"I'm sorry what's that?"

He put his finger up to his ear and leaned it closer for effect.

"I said he told you! Gorram it, boy!

Carpenter smiled. A sort of crooked smile. If he was more like his father he would have just finished the man off. Instead he picked up the man's hand and made him press it down on his own wound.

"You keep applying pressure, and I'll tell you what I told Jimmy...I told him this would happen. And if he doesn't get it now, you tell him for me: The day I come home is the day he dies."

With that he stood and was back racing back to the docks, and hopefully to Barnaby. Rounding the corner he saw several of the "security" goons jumping for cover and saw the good Captain Goodweather sprinting in the other direction shirtless. One of the men was starting to realize it had been a couple seconds. No boom. One of them kicked the device as Rian crept up behind them. The top popped open, and out spewed Rian's used cooking oil.

"What in the..."

'Scuse me where's the docks?"

As both men spun around, Rian had his rifle in one hand, and his backup revolver in the other, two concurrent shots echoed through he hall for a few seconds as the only blast Barnaby would have heard. Somewhat cockily, Rian slung his rifle up onto his shoulder and shouted to his future boss as he ran away shirtless.

"Hey Barn, wait up! I think we're cl-"

Before he could finish the sentence, a shuttle bay door suddenly opened beside him, and before Rian could even turn half-way to face, them, he took a stomach full of compressed rock-salt fired out of Buck Stanely's shotgun. Flying back and onto the ground, he was bloodied, bruised, and dazed. His father was a big believer in DIY less lethal rounds. Buck stepped sure-footed out of the docked shuttle and into the station. Somewhat ingeniously, he'd taken a shuttle the whole-way around to cut him off. Two men wielding stun batons stepped out beside him.

Clutching his wounds he growled down at the younger man.

"I"m gonna take you back to your father... and THEN... ohh haha! I'm gonna kill everyone on that damn Starling and Goodfeather I swear on my father..."

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: May 14, 2019, 12:12:37 AM »
Location: Cythera Casino and Resort

I smell a gorram rat.

Rian could practically hear his father advising him. This assembly of all his useful attributes and pearls of wisdom allowed to haunt him was always piping in at times like this. But, as psychological projections of problematic fathers go, he wasn't wrong. The whole job stank. The derelict. The Baron suddenly getting claiming ignorance of the job, the beagles, this new black clad stranger who just carried himself in the wrong way. The way he walked. Where his eyes went. No. No. No. He wasn't old money like their host or the guy being shown the door. This Greek bearing gifts was somebody more like ... himself.

The security specialist cleared his throat audibly to get his captain's and the prospective buyer's attention. When he caught Abernathy's gaze it would have been apparent on Carpenter's face that he could smell the fèihuà his suit was made out of.

"That's an awfully kind offer and just so convenient you happened to be here..."

He looked over at Mona and exclaimed in a sort of dead-pan sarcasm as they all crammed into the elevator once again:

"Our client suddenly gets amnesia about hiring us... and what do you know the man that was sittin' right next to him has a new offer for us?! I guess we should just ask... where should he kill us and steal the cargo? I mean, I could just tell you preferably where I'd ambush a crew of honest hard workin' spacers, hell, it is a veritable riches of options..."

The doors shut around them and he directed his gaze back to Abernathy, Rian's hands calmly folded right in front of him.

"If you want to do business with The Darling, how's about you be the first person not to lie to us since we took the job?"

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: May 06, 2019, 11:44:43 PM »
Location: Cythera Casino and Resort

This was the point he'd normally start beating the crap out of the goon nearest to him. Probably break a couple bones to make a show of it, or maybe pop a kneecap. Even hinting at a refusal to pay for services rendered could get you killed in some parts of the verse. But here they were and this silver spoon niáng had just decided their little life and limb adventure in zero g was no longer interesting to him. The privileged it took to wave away everything he'd put them through over the course of this job boggled Rian's mind. He felt his arm almost twitch. The inclination to draw a weapon passed quickly but only after he intentionally buried it.

But on the other hand, those chips in the clocks looked to be pretty fancy... maybe this was great? If the Duke of Earl here didn't want the chips, maybe they were theirs to hock? But then again, who'd they hock it to? Most of the people Rian could call would be on the line with his Dad the second they disconnected. But they didn't know that. Maybe lay some cards on the table. Play along, make a show of leaving with the product in tow.

The part time cook and full time gunhand clapped his captain on the shoulder casually.

"Well I guess the chips are ours, Barn. I'll start checking in with some of our other usual fences."

He motioned towards the elevator like they should leave. Just like that. No fuss. Carpenter had a feeling this was all an act or part of the game. Kick them out just as they get there. Probably "confiscate the stolen goods" they have with them and leave them in the lurch. They also had all their shooters boxed in on enemy territory with the preacher, the doc, and the mechanic wandering around unprotected. Trying to act casually, Rian started stepping backwards toward the elevator they'd come in on.

"Maybe we should go check on the kids..."

The reformed crook had layed enough traps in his time to smell one. He was addressing Barnaby but looked over to Mona, who he expected to be getting equally wary. Rian's hand now starting to rest on top of his sidearm he spoke loudly and calmly.

"Y'all have yourselves a nice night..."

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: April 23, 2019, 11:33:57 PM »
Location: Cythera Casino and Resort

Rian counted each guard he saw as they were waved in. It wasn’t an entirely different animal being the protection on a job. Trick was you just had to be casing the joint everywhere you go. Luckily it was practically muscle memory at this point. It made you view the world around you with a form of detachment, like you’re watching a cortex vid or playing a game. They were on the buyer’s home turf that put them all on their back feet, from an operational security perspective, and on a negotiation level. Nothing says power play like having your contractors ride all the way up to the top of your medieval domicile.

He suppressed a smirk at Barnaby’s enthusiasm as he followed behind him.  He kept back by about five or six paces, just off to the side. On the lift he intentionally placed himself slightly between the guard and Barnaby. It became harder to keep up his palace guard act when the captain started musing aloud about how royalty even works these days. Withheld chuckle aside, he had a point. Didn’t the ‘verse wide Alliance government basically make royalty more or less meaningless? One thing it did mean for certain was that he either came from money, or acquired so much nobody would dare question the efficacy or accuracy of the title.

“Personally I always thought the French had the right solution for royalty.”

The populist and former labor revolt leader couldn’t help but reply. Quietly he hoped the guard wasn’t that up to date on his 18th century Earth history. Though even if somebody ran to teacher, he probably didn't need to worry about his reference to the guillotine-ing of the French nobility on Earth that was. Hopefully.

Darling Asides / Re: Running from your shadow
« on: April 18, 2019, 12:15:50 AM »
Jimmy Russo paced across the room, looking away, addressing his young son across the room without eye contact. Speaking more in a soliloquy than as part of a conversation.

"You're a lump of coal. I am the Earth pressing down all round you, for what will feel like eternity. But when the day comes you finally see sunlight... son... you're going to be hard as a gorram diamond. But you're gonna have to cut your womanly chattering, distractions, and you are going to be the man you're meant to be."

A man with a bag over his head whimpered softly, trying to suppress it. The elder Russo finally looked at his son and pointed at the bound and hooded man, barking at the boy:

"Shut. Him. Up."

Before the young Rian "Russo" could fully raise his voice in protest:



He shook his head and brought himself out of the moment that for some reason was coming back to mind. Possibly because he felt he may soon be the man, hooded, beaten, and bound in a chair in one of his dad's safe-house basements. Fully re-engaged in the present he'd dragged his cart of belongings all the way to the security office. Slowing down he let go of the cart and moved ahead, light on his feet. Carpenter crept up on the door and positioned himself aside it. He knocked twice on the door before bellowing at those inside:

"Jimmy Russo sent you here to get me...

He looked up at a security camera pointed at him.

"You know I've got a man with a bomb and a dead man's switch running 'round in your station. What you don't know is that I have breaching charges in this duffel here, but I'd really rather save 'em for a job where I can make some money. Right now I just want to get out of here. You walk out of there and to the shuttle bay unarmed we're peachy. But if I get to the count of ten and don't see your asses runnin' down the hall, I'm getting my breachers and a sawed-off out of there."

The one bluff was that he had a sawed-off shotgun in there. The rifle'd do fine. Before Rian could count, one of the men inside kick the door open, his very real shotgun leading the way straight forward. Rian, up against the wall simply let the man charge straight out the door and before he could see Jimmy's son in the corner of his eye, the cook's sight was already aiming squarely at the spot just above his ear, and one single gunshot echoed through the halls of the station. Flopping to the ground, Rian stepped over the corpse and into the security office, checking his corners he found a tech guy cowering. With a kick he chased the man out of the room and before he was totally out of the room, the former Russo was putting three consecutive rounds into the security system's hard drive, then pulled the wires out of the hub for their cortex uplink.

Grasping the microphone for the station-wide PA system, Rian addressed all listening.

"This is a station-wide alert! There are trespassers posing as security! Confine yourselves to quarters and seal the doors!"

And with his PSA completed, Carpenter put three more rounds into the PA system as sparks flew.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: April 13, 2019, 02:40:11 AM »
Rian of course, had extra armor. He'd figured out he could order the ballistic material they used to make the much more expensive combat armor in bulk. The catch, was that it was the spare chunks of oddly shaped bits that were cut off to make proper vests and other armor. The inventive former crook would coat one side of the foam like material in a non toxic adhesive, and like a patchwork, attach it to himself before properly dressing. It was much less noticeable and conformed to the natural shape of his body. But then it was like ripping off several hundred band-aids when the job was done. It was worth getting the look Mona gave him when he explained she'd have to temporarily glue a bunch of composite material to herself naked before she got dressed for work today. A sacrifice one makes for cost savings and not ruining the lines of your outfit.

Back on the cargo bay before the briefing, Rian was early, and for a business meeting, Rian Carpenter always wore a suit. Sure it was on paper, just the sale of some adorable yip-yapping alarms. But he was a man of habits. It also helped that coming to an exchange over-dressed can give you an air of knowing what your doing. Which was especially helpful when he didn't. Today, Rian also didn't want to know what the deal was with the alarms. He was quick to question what type of deal they'd gotten themselves into, but the more evidence things had gotten murky, the more he wanted the job done and over with.

He understood why Barnaby was cranky with them. If he was in their place he'd probably have told everyone to shut up to, and possibly in a more curt manner. He sure knew when he was Rian Russo his managerial style with Russo gang wasn't exactly polite. While many would chafe at the backslide in authority, he coveted the decrease in stress and frankly, more time to devote to trying to perfect his dumplings. He only had one question for his old friend:

"Do you know where I can get good meat here? I'm thinking after this job... ribs...side salad... I think we've earned it right?"

The gunhand and cook was clearly addressing the whole room. Stress of the situation at hand, why not envision your reward? He smiled and talked of dinner, but in the corners of his own mind he was still at work thinking about operational security. Going more restrained, Rian was just sporting his side arm securely tucked into a holster under his black suit coat, and a several spare magazines tucked into pockets custom fitted to the inside. While he didn't bring along his prized rifle, not wanting to worry their contact, he did tuck his spare revolver into another holster on the other side of his jacket.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: April 09, 2019, 11:39:09 PM »
"Well I'm suddenly much more comfortable with nearly dying on account of these pups."

Rian mused as he poured himself a cup of joe. He took an immediately regretted sip of the piping hot java and resumed deactivating the clocks as he went. He wondered to himself how much one of these would get him on the black market. One would probably pay for a pretty swanky vacation, but could also just easily get him very dead. Anything worth the trouble they'd been through was also probably worth sending at least one assassin. The former black-hat picked up another alarm and turned it off. He shook his head in amusement at another as he in turn deactivated it and moved on to the next.

"I'd say we all just say right now we don't know what these are for sure. That way nobody can say we knowingly took part in ... something. I'm sure whoever made these just doesn't mind skimping on good hardware..."

His implication that they may be taking part in a bit of "light smuggling" and with everything suddenly real, he had experience with the steps one takes to avoid a racketeering and conspiracy charges. His light mood slowly faded as he continued his task, disabling the alarms. Carpenter had yet to fully divulge the nature of how he came to their ship and his less than illustrious past lived under another name. Rian Russo the villain had a lot more to bring to the table than Rian Carpenter the humble cook and it needled him every day. It was frustrating but he resolved himself to try and find some way to finally bring that chapter of lies by omission to an end. But its not like anyone makes "So, I used to be a member of a murderous gang that took over a mining town." greeting cards.

Coffee in one hand, he got up and found an empty crate in the cargo bay, filled it with packing foam, then dragged it over to their salvaged alarm beagles and started tossing the silenced ones in.

"These highly valuable puppy dogs have me about four times as anxious as normal and I haven't even finished this cup yet. I'm thinking I'm gonna put on some subtle armor when we move these in the open. They're worth sending us for, they're worth sending worse people for."

Operational security just became a whole new ballgame and Rian found his mind already running through scenarios and any possible angles of exposure they might have to someone who'd want to get this from them.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: March 19, 2019, 11:53:43 PM »
Rian had every intention of helping with the barking clocks. But there were other thoughts churning through his mind. As a security officer for the vessel, not knowing what was in the crates was a preferable mystery. Knowing, he now he could only begin to wonder. Riot said was he was thinking before he could. Something was odd. Something was off. More importantly, Rian had stayed up all night working out and trying to fix his rifle. But the workday had arrived, and so had the entire crew. The security officer needed to think on what in the hell was going on, and it was going to take a bit to turn off all these gorram dogs. Rian had always been more of a cat guy but Bandit was a welcome presence on the ship. These impostors were nothing but a nuisance so far.

Marching off almost as if he was intentionally defying the captain, Carpenter jogged down towards the galley to fetch something crucial for them to complete this task. He nearly bumped into the preacher on his way.

"Right on time for the fun, Viktor. I'll be right back."

Just a few notches below the urgency for a life and death situation, he flew down the halls of the ship. He rifled through the cupboard in the galley for a few seconds before finding and stacking some cups, then detached the entire coffee machine and shot back into the hall with it under his arm. He bounded back into the cargo bay and alerted the crew.

"I think we're going to need this."

Turning on the machine, he dialed it to the maximum strength, and hit 'go'. With a brief, agonizing moment of delay, it suddenly clicked on and started heating up. Steam rising from the vents, and the faint bubbling noise that preceded the glorious smell of freshly brewing coffee, Rian breathed it in for just a second, then got back to work. He started prying a crate open as the coffee maker did its magic. The gunhand, and cook, and now alarm clock disabler let his groggy mind start to try and ponder. He mused aloud, echoing Torvik's sentiment of befuddlement.

"Yeah. Gotta say risking my pìgu on account of these alarms. Cute and loud as they are...Hard to think how these were worth the effort."

Holding one in his hands, he clicked the button and turned it off. Eyeing it skeptically he gave it a couple taps, curiously, to see if didn't sound as hallow as it should.

Darling Asides / Re: Running from your shadow
« on: March 07, 2019, 01:34:50 AM »
"You thinking we'll still pull a trigger on the way out? I shot them boys. And I ain't miss."

Rian was rifling through several boxes, grabbing wires, a few small strange looking electronic devices. What exactly he was looking for, or trying to assemble wouldn't be immediately apparent. He shouted back to his former in law:

"Those fellas were station security. Seems Jimmy Russo is in the private security business now which has made my life a tad too interesting for the past hour or so..."

He pulled mini-keg sized red plastic jug out from under his desk, taking the top off, he started running wires into the contents of the jug. Becoming much more obvious now, it seemed the on-the-run gunhand was building a bomb.

"There's a supplement of them fellas, huh? Well, we got a bit of a jog to the Darling if your strategy is to shoot our way out."

Rian took a deep breath, eyeing his contraption and squinting slightly with concern. He tucked his backup revolver into the back of his pants and took a deep breath. They only had a few more seconds before they needed to split. Carpenter dropped his already packed duffel bag of clothes and his crate of cooking supplies onto a dolley that popped out of a compartment on the wall. He just needed a few more seconds...

"Hey, uh, Rian. We got company comin'."

Rian pulled his rifle off the desk next to his I.E.D. and snapped back the bolt, chambering a round from the magazine.

"Take a step back for me?"

Testing a theory, Rian stepped out into the hallway, unabashedly, standing tall, rifle in his arms, but held with the barrel pointed down. The two goons Barnaby spotted squared up but took no action. He was armed, but they were still meant to take him alive. Francis gave them away earlier, revealing the intent to abduct and torture, but not kill. The problem though was one plucky and honorable former brother in law who just had to go 'round shooting his father's employees.


Buck Stanley, the man who felt no pain was still alive, probably dying, and apparently pretty sore about it. His voice echoing from down the hall, Rian had a decision to make. In one smooth, and decisive motion, Carpenter became Russo again for a moment. His weapon snapped up with his aim, no clicking of safeties or clacking bolts for warning, just one loud pop, a slight pivot, and one more.

Rian turned back to Barnaby, as both men crumpled to the ground and blood pooled around their heads on the floor. He snapped and pointed at the improvised explosive device on his desk.

"Can you grab that for me..."

He paused, and stopped pointing, pausing for only a microsecond before elaborating.

"I can get us to the ship, but I need you to trust me. They won't shoot at me but, sure as hell you made Buck Stanley angry and that bastard won't feel nothin' you did to him until his ticker cuts out."

Knowing this was a big ask he tried to soften the blow.

"They won't shoot at you if you've got that bomb strapped to your chest... You just gotta make sure they can see the dead man's switch when you get over to the docks...

Listening to the sound of Buck's wailing getting closer he got antsy to get moving and started just strapping the bomb straight to Barnaby's chest.

"Trust me, you saved my ass, so I gotta make a stop on the way. You just make for the docks and wait for me there okay?"

The would be cook placed the dead man's switch in the captains paw, and with that, Rian sprinted off down the hall, dragging his cart packed with all of his worldly affects behind him, rifle in the other hand.

"And hit the deck when it kicks off!"

Rian shouted back to his brother in law. Barnaby could handle himself, but call it familial concern, he just didn't want Goodweather getting himself hurt on his account.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
« on: March 07, 2019, 01:01:49 AM »
Rian was starting to wonder if he was going crazy. The door to the armory shut, the almost distant sounding barks... couldn't be barks. He shook his head, dismissing the notion. Turning back to the workbench, he had his prized rifle disassembled, a spare bolt sat on the table next to the original. The shiny metal shrapnel now safely in their recyclable refuse compactor, he was just about to get to the final step of reassembling the weapon with its new parts when the gorram barking started in again.

Where is this gorram barking coming from?

Finally taking his mind totally off his firearm repairs, the culinary killer got off the stool by the work bench and listened intently. It was still going.... and close? He plucked one of his spare revolvers from his locker and tucked it into a holster he clipped onto his pants. Sure it was just the sound of impossible barking dogs but why not be extra safe? Pushing open the armory door he walked out into the cargo hold to see Barnaby scrambling back onto his feet. A man possessed, he started prying one of the crates open. Thinking of possible retribution from their employer.

"Woah woah... Barn..."

The younger man jogged over from the other side of the cargo bay, trying to calm his boss and former brother in law down.

"They can't be real dogs, Cap...."

Not sure if he should or even could stop him now, he couldn't help but indulge his curiosity and stopped just a few feet from the crate as it began to crack open.

I hope he finds a gorram off switch in there.

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« on: February 21, 2019, 01:14:57 AM »
As the ship approached, Rian assembled his gear on the exterior of the ship. He let it hang in zero G within reach. The proximity to dead bodies, stripping a ship for all its worth. The space-walk. The hard parts behind him now, there was practically a spring in his step if he weren't magnetically attached to the exterior of a dead space vessel. He naturally unwound as the lingering danger was no longer present. Just the adrenaline and excitement of a man on a remote island who just spotted sails. A sort of familiar discomfort, he started the day anxious as hell, stomach practically in knots. Now, he felt like just another Joe punching the clock to end his work-day. Any lingering anxiety pitched distinctly in the direction of getting this job over and done with.

The "cook" tossed the derelict's cortex unit at the cargo bay. His pitch underhand, he lobbed it no harder than you'd toss a ball across a small room, but all he needed was for it to start going in the right direction. Then the auto-pilot drive behind it. He was psyching himself up to jump across the divide when he noticed Riot's the fogginess in her helmet. A flash of self awareness came over him. They were essentially in a graveyard and Rian had just been pluckily picking the bones practically whistling as he went, as their own possible demise and that of their crew loomed as a distinct possibility. Maybe it was insane it didn't bother him. Or the only way he's remained sane through the life he'd led. Proximity to death, his own, or others', it was a constant presence in his life.

Risking his life for a legal salvage operation seemed like the sanest way he'd ever risked his life. Carpenter actually suppressed a smile. He was happy to be working with good people again. People who felt some pause at the gore and surreal presence of the departed, people who cared what happened to their crew. Too much of his life, too many of then Rian Russo's immediate company was some shade of psychopathic. If they weren't born that way. They lived a life that rewarded the mindset. A pang of guilt for his casual attitude, but not wanting to bring attention to the fogginess of Riot's helmet, Carpenter tried to distract from the situation with another in his long line of bad jokes.

"Any you reckon I can get myself across the gap if I let this fart that's been building up since dinner out?"

God damn it, Rian.

He let out a half chuckle at his own middle school joke and tucked his rifle around onto his back, tightening the harness so it wouldn't flop about.

"Nahh, I'd have to open up like a hole..."

Rian motioned towards his posterior as if he needed to explain how he'd create a breach in his suit for the gas from his body to reach the black of space, but stopped. Another flash of self awareness he kinda waved his hand as if to dismiss the whole thing.

Momentarily considering just tossing himself off into the black out of embarrassment, he turned back towards the Darling and ran as quick as he could towards it in his awkward boots. At the last second he turned off their magnetic locks and went off the side of the derelict and towards the Darling. Novelty crate in his arms, he flew across the gulf between the two ships a little over-speed.

"One jackass, incoming."

Self deprecating to the last he smacked helmet first into the airlock door, probably giving the preacher and the doctor a good scare or laugh. Rian connected one of his magnetic boots to the ship before he could drift off and managed to salvage his terrible landing. He quietly made a note to himself to check the cortex for a decent set of directional jets for his suit, as he was not proving to be the king of thermodynamics so far.


The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« on: February 07, 2019, 12:56:18 AM »
Rian was floating past the Riot as she had paused by the body. He caught only a fleeting glance but knew right away what he'd seen. He'd been around more bodies than most should.

"Ain't nothin' we can do for 'em now, Riot. "

The gunhand/cook tried to think of literally anything better than that and came up blank. It was just something one had to become numb to. Stayin on task he stopped with a thud and pulled himself into the hold. His helmet's lights spotted the novelty boxes quickly. A pang of temptation flashed across his mind to crack one open to see what was inside, but it quickly passed as he grabbed it in one hand, and then was shoving himself down the hallway back towards the breach.

"Jackpot! I got 'em."

After a trip up towards the breach, and a few back to the cockpit and engine room with Riot scrounging for more spare parts, he assembled his haul. Pulling his head up through the breached hatch he could see much less sparkly shards of death.

"Nice work! Our path home is looking a bit less treacherous."

It sounded like things got frantic over there and he let himself inquire as he prepped to hurl his cargo, then himself through the black towards the ship, still tether free.

"How is everybody over there? Gave us somethin' of a fright. I was about ready to start fixing a sail to this wreck."

Stepping out onto the side of the ship, his boots magnetically clicked on and he righted himself, eyeing the Darling's approach.

"I see you got a clear path to come on over. I got time for me to raid the galley? Our cutlery situation is appalling."

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« on: January 23, 2019, 01:01:52 AM »
Rian stayed in the cockpit of the derelict, still futilely flipping through the various papers floating about. Riot had made wise decision to check the captain's quarters. Unerring from his gender's stereotypes, he plugged right along with that bad decision, and continued on uselessly scanning, then crumpling every piece of non-crumpled paper he could find. Checklists. Top 10 lists. Baby names. Carpenter screamed internally and let out an exasperated breath as he crumpled up the last piece of paper he could easily see. Barnaby checked in, they were clear. His fist slightly un-clenched, innately relaxing a little bit more.

Mona's reply implied they had some form of cargo manifest. Rian eyed the room one more time, noticing the box for the auto-pilot had an expensive brand name.

One for the road.

This time, having a better idea how the mountings worked, he popped the device loose without incident, and he nudged it over towards where he'd left the other parts he saw as worthy salvage. Leaving them there for now, he kicked off the pilot's chair into the hallway. They spun in place where he left them. A habit from his old days, he never left any scraps on the table. If there was something worth taking. Take it. If they had time to take these too, they'd at least pay for a resupply of the freezer. The wannabe chef imagined a full plate of marinated salmon with rice and vegetables. He could already taste it. But he'd have to work for that meal.

"Heading towards you, Mona. We're looking for packages marked 'novelty'?"

He knew they were, but he wanted to confirm and maybe just give voice to how it sounded slightly... strange. The former crook quickly had a theory it was code for something. Something probably illegal or at least going un-taxed.

"I don't know about you, but I doubt this is gonna be hula dancer toys..."

Darling Asides / Re: Running from your shadow
« on: January 19, 2019, 01:30:22 AM »
"C'mon fellas. I'm sure this can be worked out peaceable. Tranquil even."

"Barnaby... don't..."


Rian froze in the doorway, equal parts of his brain screaming to run, or to get Barnaby out of this mess somehow. He had no idea what the best play was. Normally, even in a situation this intense, he could stay centered, stay rationale, and pick the next move. When you're life is on the line there's no worse decision than no decision. But the man he thought of as something of a goofball was doing the same thing. Trying to help get him out of his trouble.

"Is it monetary?"

Barnaby, I swear to god if you reach for that chair....

Trying to distract the other old Russo gang member, he barked at Francis, who was pointing a gun at Rian now.

"Hey... my friend here... he doesn't know what he's walked into! Just let him go and we can-"


The splinters flew past Rian and he held up his hands instinctively to block the flying pieces. Buck was amused. Well at least he wasn't mad.

"Damn it, Barnaby I'm trying to save your life!"

There was a lot to unpack and explain and this was possibly the least conducive environment to explain the unholy knot of trouble he'd tangled himself up in.

"Rian, I swear to God if you don't make tracks I will thrash you my own self."

Barnaby, throwing himself face first into the heap of dung in which he was swimming, drew his pistol and fired twice. Like a shot himself, the younger man sucker punched Francis the second he turned to see the source of the gunshot. Distracting him just long enough for Barnaby to swing his pistol around and plant a shot center of mass on him. With that they were off to the races.


As the man formerly known as Russo heard his old compatriot roaring his name he tapped Barnaby on the shoulder and pointed as he sharply turned around the corner.

"This way!"

If it dawned on Barnaby that the direction his ex brother in law was heading towards the hotel section of the station, the sounds of boots and shouting coming from the docking bay were already audible. It would seem Papa Russo saw fit to send a few extra guys to make sure the station was very secure. That's not to say Rian had much of a plan. All he knew was that he needed to get off this ship. And if he wanted to do that he was going to need a gun. Through his measured breathing as he ran, he tried his best to fill in the former family member.

"Those guys work for Jimmy!"

He didn't pay him the courtesy of referring to him as his father. He stopped with a skid before his apartment, holding up his FOB key, and watched the receiver blink red. He let out one exasperated sigh, stepped back, and kicked the door through. The cheap material around the door frame itself buckled and gave way, the door falling forward with a loud thud.

"Watch the door for me for 30 second! I gotta get my tzao gao, than I might trouble you for a lift..."

He clapped Captain Goodweather on the shoulder and darted into his room. Before Barnaby could suggest he was low on ammunition, he tossed his pistol and holster at him. Two spare magazines already tucked into their holsters. Dad always told him "Count their rounds and do your homework. You know when a man's out of ammunition you know when he's gonna die."

"Thanks, Barn!"

Darling Asides / Re: Running from your shadow
« on: January 15, 2019, 01:34:18 AM »
Up and over the prep table.
Grab the cleaver.

Rian planned his course as he burst through one set of swinging doors into another kitchen. He'd already sprinted through the kitchen of the Ramen restaurant, the Irish pub, and now was hoping if he could get through the god awful Italian place he could try and find his way to the escape pods. He'd set off a station-wide alert but it was his best shot at this point.

"There he is!"

He looked back for just a split second and saw a 2nd man had joined them, clad in the same security outfit. Carpenter hopped up and tucked his legs to slide over the prep table. He grabbed for the cleaver, came around to pivot and that's when the non-lethal round fired from one of his pursuers' shotgun hit him in the gut. It was something like a bean-bag, packed full of small beads that carried their own small electrical charge. His father employed them for labor disputes. In a way, this was just another. The CEO of an organization had not accepted the resignation of his chief security officer. Carpenter went limp before he could fully process what happened, and hit the floor, eyes closed before he hit the ground.

The two security guards marched over to their felled quarry. Francis scratched his head and nudged the newcomer.

"You get 'em. I got Ramen all over me. 'Sonly fair."

With a grunt, the other man, who's voice Rian hadn't placed yet grabbed onto his left arm and flipped him over.

"Get up you little sh-"

That's when the younger man's eyes opened and he in one fluid motion burst to his feet and brought the cleaver down with as much force as he could. It came down on the man's chest, Rian felt the crunch as it lodge into the top of his chest and the top of the flat blade lodged into his victim's collar bone. The man stared back at him, Rian still holding the blade planted in his chest, like nothing had happened. Blood poured as he noticed the small dial on the back of the man's neck.

That's when Carpenter recognized him as an on and off member of the gang. Buck Stanley. And Buck Stanley was known for his lack of feelings. Inside and out. He dealt pain with little abandon and felt none if he so chose. When the doctor's fixed his spine he paid for them to put in a dial on the back of his neck. The dial was turned all the way down and he couldn't feel a damned thing below his mustache.

Then that's when Buck threw Rian through the drywall.


Dust still powder in the air, he coughed and looked up. As if his day wasn't weird enough, there was his former brother in law. His sister in law's husband. The definition of "sort of family". It was the first time he'd seen him person since the funeral. He always thought Barnaby was a good guy. The type of good guy who doesn't deserve to get caught up in his nonsense. But his poor taste in Italian food made for their fates to intertwine yet again.

Throwing his feet back over his head, somewhat acrobatically and in a rush of adrenaline, Carpenter was back on his feet and squared up for a second before looking at Barnaby again and saw his ruined pasta dinner.

"Hey, Barnaby... I'd catch up but ..."

As Francis and Buck broke through and expanded the hole in the drywall, Rian went for the door but just as he put his hand on it, Buck took that decision away from him.

"He a friend of your, Russo?!"

Pulling the cleaver out of his chest, Butch pressed in close towards Barnaby.

"Good evening, Barnaby. Would you mind asking Rian to stay? We're with station security and we'd just hate if we had to bring you in on his behalf."

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« on: January 15, 2019, 12:24:56 AM »
That pang of doubt crossed his mind. Mona meant to try and re-position them. If only he'd thought of even trying that before he started yanking components out of their mounts like the vulture he was. Working from his closest point of reference, when the Russo gang took a ship, they stripped it down to the bones, and sold the ships hull in pieces. Every part of the buffalo was used. To help line his father's pockets. But it was used. It briefly occurred to him that the only thing in this universe he could fix was dinner. Well maybe his rifle. Hopefully. The guy he took it from spent a lot of money on it.

Riot took to searching the scattered paper in the cockpit. Following her lead, the cook took a break from dismantling the ship and possibly making things worse to grab some of the loose papers. Floating slowly he grabbed one, scanned it, crumpled it up, and tossed it aside. An old pre-flight checklist.

"I may have been wasting my time with the consoles... if somebody thought it worth their dime to send us out here, there's gotta be cargo worth more than what we'd get selling this for scrap..."

He started quickly grabbing more with some urgency. Maybe the culinary and security specialist was being paranoid. If there were all going to die out here, it better have at least been for the sake of something valuable.

"Holler if you see anything useful... so far all I can find is gorram checklists.... pilot must have been an anal retentive wángbā dàn...who still uses this much paper anything?"

The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep1 - Time is Flea-ting
« on: January 06, 2019, 09:24:07 PM »
It was oddly peaceful, despite what was unfolding back on the ship. Rian pressed on towards the cockpit of the derelict, it was hard not to be slightly captivated by the odd beauty of the stars shining in through the holes in the ship. He plucked a couple of the tools along the way, and tucked them into the belt of his suit. Even if he didn't rightly know what they were for. If it wasn't something you'd use on a mine, to clean a weapon, cook, or to force your way onto a vessel that doesn't want you there, the man never put his mind to learning a damn thing about it. It was beginning to be apparent to the rest of the crew he certainly wasn't a spacer due to his skills mostly relating to the world of security and culinary arts. Luckily when people are well fed they don't tend to care that much as to why. But Mona and Riot. The two people who'd given him the most sideways glances, were now stuck on a spinning corpse of a vessel with currently no firm plan as to how they were ever going to get back on the Darling. Carpenter hoped quietly to himself they figured out those mechanical problems right quick. If he had to use his last breaths on this swiss chees-ed hunk of junk explaining that he'd been lying about who he was as they waited for a choking death to come over them he might just throw himself off into the black to avoid the awkward conversation.

Just about as quick as he finished imagining that bleak scenario he got back to pretending everything was moving along as planned, and started prying at panels on the bridge, peeking through the housing at the circuit boards below. He wasn't an expert on how to use these electronics, but he recognized when they weren't fried and were in good enough condition to resell. As he started forcing the cortex panel off its frame, he grunted slightly and updated the crew.

"I'm in the cockpit... most of the electronics up here look good. We got lucky, no electrical surges when the ship went.... down."

Grunting through the last word of the sentence the cortex unit came loose and when it came loose both he and the expensive piece of hardware floated back into the ceiling and smacking into a some of the over head switches. He wasn't as embarassed by the grunting as he was them likely hearing him bounce around the cockpit like a ping-pong over comms. Rian quietly hoped there was an overabundance of gravity on the next job. At least a smidge of gravity.

"I got the cortex unit... I'm gonna see if the navcomputer's any good..."

Chafing somewhat at how easy it was to fall into hold habits, Carpenter was working his way through each component in descending order of value in the gray market.

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