I Ain't Afraid Of No Stinkin' Vagrants

[Triko]

Triko was the master of inspiration.

"One!"

"Two!"

Bugger.

He dropped the detonator, the red button clattering off the ramp.
"Take second!" He yelled, clawing after the little box before his ears were filled with a horrible shriek.

"Utini!"

The office was obliterated, fire spitting from all sides, the aftershock rumbling through the ground and panic sparking up from those nearby.

"Run now?"

 

[Kush]

Kush ducked low upon the first explosion sparks flying around him, the impact made him and Kaliya fly back. Kaliya managed to skillfully catch herself and stopped Kush before he hit his head on the durasteel floors. As he slowly regained his balance, his calm demeanor was a little shook but his shades kept it from obvious notice. Kush and Kaliya ran towards the ramp, ducking and weaving through explosions as they did.

"Kaliya go inside I got to do something!"

As he watched Kaliya run up the ramp, he ran back through the explosions before spotting what he had been looking for. He dove for it landing on top of it but quickly moving to make sure he didn't mess up the contents. He had dropped half a pound of Grade A & various other drugs in liquid form during the initial explosion, he opened up his backpack and placed them back in as he fixed his fedora on his walk back to the ship. And he walked upon the ship making his way to the cock-pit and saying "Buzz really? That's my name? Alright, Care Bear" He said laughing as he began to walk back to his part of the ship looking for Kaliya.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Triko"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Kush"]

"You can't fault a man for caring, can you?" Hannibal sniggered. With Kush and Triko aboard, they were clear to jump ship. Or space station, as the case may be. The boarding ramp was sucked back into the Negative Perspiration and the door slid shut. With everything frosty, Hannibal gunned the engines. The KR-TB Doomtreader rose off the ground and shot out of the hangar, leaving Moreau Station as far behind as he possibly could.

The first step in the hunt for Jorus Merril was complete. Now came the time to disperse until the next plan could be formulated. "Annnd we are golden, folks. Thanks for flying AirHannibal."

The Fondorian set a course for the Tarsunt system.

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