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Post by Zabuza on Jun 7, 2006 10:44:47 GMT -5
Grave's communicator beeped softly. Wearily, the man pressed the on button. It was probably just another wrong number. "Hello?", he said. "Yes, am I speaking to the man known as Beyond the Grave?", said the voice. It was a deep, gravely voice that reminded Grave of someone he knew once. "That's me.", he replied. "Good. We have a mission for you. There is an account with a substantial amount of cash with your name on it. To get the access code, all you have to do is a small favor for us.", said the voice. Grave wasn't sure he liked this much, but he decided to listen for more. "Why do you need me to do it?" "We need someone with your...special talents. Someone who won't mind making a few more enemies. Most of the world already wants you. A few more enemies shouldn't make much of a difference." "Fine, what is it you need my "special talents" for?" "Any day now a shipment will be leaving the ShinRa Corporation's Midgar office. In the shipment there will me a crate marked DS-798. We want that crate and will make it worth your while if you can get it for us. The first half of the account number is 187623. You will get the second half when we receive the crate." Grave repeated the code and the crate's number to himself softly, making sure to remember them. "What's in the crate?" "It's better if you don't try to find that out. Knowing won't help you steal it, and you probably wouldn't be able to figure it out anyway." The com clicked dead, and Grave realized belatedly that the man had insinuated that he was stupid. "I'll show you, you bastard...", he muttered to himself. OOC: This is the start of your quest. Take it from here as you see fit. Any money you spend will come out of your account, but the amount for stealing the crate won't be. Any guards or such that you kill will be treated normally for bounty purposes.
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Post by Beyond The Grave on Jun 7, 2006 11:37:43 GMT -5
Grave throw his coffin on the bed, and open it up. He grabed his Photon gun and his revolver out, and hostler them on his belt.He slamed the coffin shut and Throw it on his back.Grave walked out of his hotel, looking for a taxi to take him to the space port.
when he got to the space port he found the perfect ship to get the cargo. On the side of the ship it said Rx-15987.The ship look like it had been in a few battles.Grave though to himself, i bet i can get aboard the the ShinRa ship if i radio that im in Trouble. Grave walked up to a man that was working on the ship.
Grave: is this your ship the man: Yes, Its not the best ship but it gets the job done. Grave:Looks like you been in a few battles. The man: yeah, Bloody space Pirates. They think they own everything. Grave: Im Looking to buy a ship do you think that you will sell. the Man: If the price is right i will sell my own mother. Grave:Do you think that we can talk about this inside the ship.
Grave and the man walked inside the ship,"sir your going to get a real kick out of this, I one of the space pirate,and i need to Barrow your ship.Grave pulled out his Gun a smacked the man in the head. he fell to the busted his head open. Grave draged the man to a crate shoved him in it."Now for the fun part" Grave though as he walked to the control room. he set down in the polits chair and began to take off.
OOC: to be continued
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Post by Beyond The Grave on Jun 7, 2006 23:37:39 GMT -5
"sir there a SOS coming from that ship there","Put it on the screen"said the captain,"........HELP....I NEED HELP.................SPACE PIR....ATTACKED....KILLED.....CREW...NEED HELP"."Thats all its says captain","Hmmmmm bring the ship in to the cargo bay, But be careful we down know if this is a trick".
The crew surounded the ship as it landed in the cargo bay. "Ok alpha team you go in first and check it out,Beta team you stand by to be back up".Grave hind in one of the Crate aboard his small cargo ship.Grave could hear the men scearching the ship."Sir there is no one on this ship","ok you can come out now".
The men walked out of the ship in disapointment,"Damn it ,i was Hoping to kill something, nothing ever happen on my shift. I wish once something could happen"," Yeah tell me about it".About that time Grave walked out of the ship Dual weilding his Guns. the men ran for cover.Everytime Grave shot a Body hit the floor.Grave ducked behind one of the crates he looked down a red the number on it, it said DS-798,"talk about some dumb luck" he thought." DON'T SHOOT HES BEHIND THE DS-798"Screamed a man.The man stood up to ran, but he didn't get very far before Grave put a bullet in the back of his head.Grave push the Crate little bit towards the ship.No one dared to shoot at him because they feared the what was in the Crate. Grave finaly pushed the Crate on to the ship ,"FUCk, this is heavy "he thought. He locked the doors to the ship hoping they couldn't get in.
To be continued
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Post by Beyond The Grave on Jul 4, 2006 22:08:53 GMT -5
Grave ran to the cockpit of the ship, trying to start it as fast as he could, as he began to lifted of the floor, the hanger door began to Close,"Fuck...Fuck...Go you piece of shit", The ship began to take off slow but, fast enough to get out of the hanger. As the ship when through the door it knock of the right wing." Shit i hope i can make back to the planets surface", Grave Grabed his communicator and called the man back and said," meet me at these coordinates long:45,lat 60. its somewhere in the desert, Im pretty sure you can find me , there should be a big explosion." As the began to desend into the atmosphere the ship began to spin," fuck im going down hard. Grave quickly ran to the back of the ship to secure the the crate. he locked it down to the floor and secure his self into a chair in the back of the ship. as the ship when through the atmosphere Grave could felt the ship slowing down," what the hell, this is the part where im suppose to crash". grave Ran to the cockpit and found out that another ship had grapped on to him and began to slowly sit the ship down. when he landed Grave found out this was the work of the man who had hired him. Grave open the door and found the man already waiting for him." ok heres your crate, by the way whats why the hell is this so important"
ooc bill i'll let you finish it up
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Post by Zabuza on Jul 7, 2006 16:19:49 GMT -5
The stranger stared at Grave for a few moments, then handed him a piece of folded up paper. "As to why we want this, you don't need to know that. Suffice it to say that it's business. On that paper is the rest of the code you will need to receive your payment." The man snapped his fingers and two burly men appeared. They grabbed the crate and loaded it onto the man's ship. "We thank you for your help on this. I recommend that you never speak to anyone of this.", said the man. He handed Grave a small card that had a communicator number on it. "If you want more work, you can contact us at this number. Good day.", said the man. He walked back to his ship and took off quickly. In no time at all the ship was out of sight. Grave unfolded the piece of paper from his pocket. On it were the words "Photon City National Bank", "Brandon Heat", and an account number.
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Post by Beyond The Grave on Jul 9, 2006 2:48:01 GMT -5
Grave, started walking, since the stranger lefted him in the desert and offer him no ride.He walked until he found a highway, where he hitch hiked, an older man in a Truck offer him a ride to photom, as they drove down the road grave couldn't help but wonder what was in the bank, maybe lots of money." yeah thats got to be it " he though,.........
"we're here" the old man said, " Photon City National Bank, right", "yeah" grave replied, "well i'll be on my way" said Grave as he handed the man 50 gil. Grave walked in to the blank and asked the bank attend to empty out his account, he told her the account name and the number, the women handed him ..................................
Ooc: bill i let finish this up
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Post by Zabuza on Jul 9, 2006 5:16:28 GMT -5
...a small pouch. Curious, Grave opened the pouch and poured the contents into his hand. It was money all right, and a good bit of it. Grave carefully counted it, making sure to make no mistakes. He counted out 4,000 gil.
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