"Uh, ok," Bruh says, still reeling from the craft smashing into the ground. He steps out of the craft clumsily, before locking the doors.

"So uh, where's this place you mentioned?"

"Look out!" A figure falls towards Bruh.

edited 7th Feb '16 2:36:34 PM by Blackie

"Alright. Well, I'll be around." Dominic says before heading off somewhere else.

Amada Medical Center

It was a quiet day at the ER of the small Amada Medical Center, at least until Mitch and Greg came in, bringing in with them several black market arms dealers in various states of injury. Around and outside the room, there are several Enforcers standing by. Peter is sitting shirtless on a bed, while an intern disinfects and bandages a graze on his left side. Mitch is sitting in the waiting room, apparently anticipating Greg and Chris' arrival.

"Hey. Peter's over there." He points to the ER down the hall.

Chris nods his appreciation to Mitch then heads down the hall, knocking on the door of the ER before barging in without awaiting an invitation.

"Right." Is all Greg says to Mitch before going towards the ER as well, not even bothering with any pleasantries before letting himself in. "Pete."

"Ow!" He winces as the intern applies the bandage to his side.

"It'd hurt less if you stop moving." The intern replies. Peter looks up from his wound towards the door when he hears it open.

"Hey." Peter greets Chris and Greg warmly, before meekly following up, "Please don't kill me."

Chris walks up to Peter and places his left, cyborg hand around the back of his neck, staring down at him. He then bends down, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, "You're good enough at almost getting killed all on your own. How are you feeling?"

Greg approaches his bedside as well, standing nearby with his arms lightly folded. "Yeah, what he said. You're lucky it's just a light gash..."

"I'm-" Peter winces slightly again. "...Fine, mostly. Sorry for making you worry." He kisses them both.

The intern finishes applying the bandage. "Well, that's all you need. I'd recommend against straining yourself for the next few days." He says, keeping a straight face.

Chris tussles his boyfriends' hair then stands back up, smiling warmly, "I'm used to you two making me worry by now. Besides, you get cute scars this way."

He then turns to the intern, "Thanks for patching him up. We'll take care of him, don't worry."

"Pleased to meet you as well, Michael." Zak says.

Ness grumbles some more, something along the lines of "Can we get back to the job already?"

"Shush yourself, young one. You haven't even properly introduced yourself! I thought I had taught you better."

"Ugh. Hi Michael, hi Ana, my name is Ness."

"Thanks, Doc." Greg answers, giving the intern a pat on the shoulder. "Much appreciated." he looks at Peter, smiling a bit. "Ya know what that means. No dangerous missions until you're better."

"I know, I know. Dom says he won't be taking me out for the next couple weeks anyway. Already had 2 missions in a month." Peter replies while getting up and putting on his clothes. He gets up and starts to walk out of the ER, passing by some of the arms dealers on the way. One of them gives him an angry glare, which is returned with a middle finger from Peter.

"... Sorry I tripped you."

Chris puts his arm on Peter's arm, and his other around Greg's shoulder, holding them both close, "We're gonna have to be gentle with you for a while. But I'm sure we can find something fun to do.." He then glances at Greg, "Something that will keep us out of prison, hopefully."

"Uh." Greg scratches his neck, looking a bit embarrassed. "Right...I'll try."

Marketplace Thoroughfare

Rakiri, having stopped near the end of the street connecting the marketplace to the docking bays, keeps his eyes trained on the flux of people entering and exiting the docking station. "Hmm...commercial craft is out of the question." he mutters to himself.

Well, technically speaking, it wouldn't be totally out of the question. The only probably he'd likely encounter was getting his sleeping friend through customs without raising a ruckus, which on it's own was unlikely enough. In that scenario, he'd likely have to resort to killing everyone in the way and hopping aboard a ship before it departed.

While the idea of it was fun enough, the bounty hunter figured he should look into an alternative before resorting to such ideas. "...Back to the drawing board."

"Oh yeah... now I remember." Peter's expression changes from apologetic to almost sinister upon being reminded of Greg's arrest.

Marketplace

Mitch has walked out of the hospital, and is walking around. He eventually encounters Rakiri, and walks up close to him. "What're you smuggling there?" He whispers.

Dysis.

A lowly planet not far from the Ruined Sector, surrounded by a blanket of meteors and coated with endless deserts but only a single sea. It's been three years since a shield stable enough to keep any more meteors from falling was erected, and after that, the citizens of Dysis, the small amount still left, were finally able to breathe easy. However, outside of the minuscule populations dedicated to running the towering, pillared generators of the planet-wide shield, only one other settlement exists: Ywven, seated at the delta of a mighty yet waning river.

Ywven, despite the small native population, is somewhat of a bustling town; the marketplace is always filled with busy shops, sleazy shopkeepers, and customers of every cloth. However, another claim to fame for the town is the esteemed astronautical engineer, an augmented human by the name of Tars Greyson. He'll claim to fix and build any craft for any purpose, and true to his word, his customers are always satisfied. Recently, he's taken in a student, with a few peculiarities of his own. No one knows where this boy came from, but he's always there beside Tars to help mend or design whatever the customer should need. The name of this blithe, bright, yet bewildering young man is, plainly, Johnny.

As the sun sets on Ywven and the whole of Dysis, as far as the rest of the universe is concerned, Johnny is sitting atop an unfinished personal spacecraft, hard at work on fine-tuning the gravitational field drive.

Y'know, he thinks to himself, this'd be a whole lot better if I could actually test the darn thing efficiently.

Taking a moment to screw another piece of the infernal contraption in, he shuts the compartment and slides off the craft, sticking the landing. He then hops around to behind the ship and opens the door. Grabbing an apple, he tosses it inside, and it starts to float within the ship. Smiling, he races back to the ladder propped up against the wing of the ship. From there, he climbs back onto the top of the ship and opens up the GFD. After a quick turn of the screw, he can hear a sharp thunk against the floor of the craft.

And it works! ...I hope.

He slides down the ship once more, and looking inside, he finds the apple on the floor of the ship. Excellent. Now that that's done, he'll need to get to work on the engines and wings. However, his stomach growls before he can think on what to do next, and he decides to head into the house for a meal.

"Heh.. now, now, guys, no fighting.." He rubs their shoulders to try and relieve some of the tension, "We'd probably better head toward the market."

Not far from Rakiri and Mitch, a woman with purple skin in a lilac cape pulls up the hood around her head, casting her features into shadow. She watches the pair as she puts produce in a wicker basket and pays for her wares.

Aur watches Rakiri and Mitch from afar.

Greg calms at Chris's gesture, but still looks wary. "R-Right, sure. But yeah, to the market, lets go." he says, and quickly tries to speedwalk away.

Surprised at being approached, he glances over at Mitch, watching him a bit before answering. "...I've seen your face before, I'm sure. Then again, you humans tend to look alike." he looks at the crate carrying his quarry. "Some lost property, that's all."

He looks around again, and feels strange for a moment before shrugging.

Lost property huh? I suppose he's right, as much as I'd hate to admit that. Still, this guy can seriously bite my...well, you know what I mean don't you?

...

...

Why am I bothering to talk to an icicle...

edited 7th Feb '16 7:46:04 PM by MrJikoui

Aur keeps watching.

... Shouldn't you be confronting that guy or someshit with me egging you on?

.. Nah.

Look out, there's a person falling from the sky.

"There's a wha? OH FUCK" Bruh swears as he fails to react in time and is knocked over by the falling person.

"Owww.... Wh.... Where did you come from??"

Walking up the steps, he decides to look over the railing to see if Tars had returned.

Tars' craft is still gone.

Sighing, Johnny heads into the house and turns on the lights, getting himself a slice of pizza from the fridge. It was a miracle that pizza was still here, he had thought. It was, admittedly, a tiny revelation, but it helped remind him of home.

After heating it, he plops down on the couch and just eats it, reaching over to turn on the holovision. Just some random news by the looks of it; still just as uninteresting as it was back home.

Home. He thinks about home a lot. He's thought about telling someone about his home, but he's always gotten the feeling that no one would believe him, even with all these vast technologies. He's thought about the possibility of going back, but really, at this point, he can't.

A minute or so after the newscaster begins blabbering, Johnny shuts it off, and the humble abode goes silent once more.

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