“Found you a job Hawk, know you've been wanting one.” The memory was still clear in his head, one of his normal providers of transport jobs sat down in front of him at the bar. The greasy old man had a lite cigarette hanging from his mouth, and one tucked behind each ear. He wore a cheap suit, and his hair was slicked back with so much product you could probably break the ends off of it. “Pays enough to get rid of those debts you've accrued from sitting on your ass.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked at his navigation computer. His feet were propped up carefully on the control panel of his little single person transport ship. He still had another five minutes or so before he had to concern himself with moving. He opened a beat up silvery case and pulled a cigarette from it. He placed it between his lips as he shut the case and threw it down beside his chair that he was causing to swivel back and forth. He pulled a black rectangle from his pocket, about the size of his thumb. He slid it open and a small piece of metal started glowing, he pushed the end of his cigarette into it and inhaled slowly, the end of the unhealthy little pleasure glowing orange. When he blew out a puff of smoke his ships computers started setting off quiet little alarms about air quality which he promptly silenced, swiveling so that he could reach a keyboard and hit a few buttons before flipping a few buttons and a fan coming smoothly to life with a little hum. He leaned his head back again, continuing to recall the nightmare that had been this job so far.
“What am I hauling Jack? Last time you said you had a good paying one for me you were trying to get me involved in some galactic sex trade.” His red hair was spiked up, a set of goggles were perched on his hairline, and he was leaned back in a chair then as well.
“Hey keep it down will ya?” The greasy little man looked around. “People might not come to me if they found out that happened ya know? Cuts into everyone's pockets then.” He leaned across the table. “And I told you Hawk I had no idea.”
“The fuck you didn't.” He sat his chair on all four legs. “And you don't get to call me Hawk anymore jackass, our relationship is purely professional now.” Hawk reached out and swiped the cigarette from the other man's mouth and puffed on it before leaning back in the chair again.
“Alright Mr. Hawkins, are you interested or not? Non-sentient probably non-living cargo, small pays well.”
Hawk was entering the atmosphere now, he pulled his feet down from the control panel and his seat clicked into place. He clicked a few seat belts into place before hitting a few buttons on his console and started up a program on one of the many screens in the cockpit, it took a moment for it to load, the screen displayed a variety of ship id's, none of which belonged to this ship, some of which were entirely fake. A simple reach and the pull of a lever and his seat was reclining again. He took another drag from his cigarette blowing it straight into a vent above him, the wisps of smoke being sucked through it. He scrolled through the list trying to find something suitable for his ship. Finally he found one, same make and model...well same skeleton anyway. He selected it, now all he had to do was hit a button when the spaceports systems prompted him for the information and ding he was in. He leaned back again, finger waiting over the enter key.
Hawk had met a strange little man at Terra Nova, that's how it all started. Little bald guy, thick glasses, very nervous little man. He'd been handed a small metal box, no noise when he shook it, obviously had something in it though, definitely a padded box, possibly containing something fragile. He had slid it into his pocked and was instructed to be very careful with it, that the fate of humanity may depend on the contents of the box one day. Old man seemed a little crazy but his money was good, half was already in his account. He was given a name, approximate time, and location. Sounded easy enough, he wasn't a big fan of going to Europa but maybe he could finally get all the cosmetic repairs done to his ship that it needed, along with make a few upgrades, and hopefully get himself a better contact for jobs. The problem started as soon as he left Terra Nova. What he thought were simply corporate vessels started following him, then they started unloading on him. He avoided taking any major hits, but his repair bill was skyrocketing all the same. He lost them the first time, but there were several more encounters. He was sure to have an active bounty on his head at this point, he only shot one of the crafts but it hit something vital and there was a nice explosion. He caused a couple to crash (you could hardly blame him for that though really, they shouldn't have been following him like that if they couldn't pilot well.)
'Thank you for docking with us Foxxy Wench' The message scrolled across his screen as he made his approach. He looked at the ship he had selected and groaned. He hadn't bothered to look at the name, only that enough of the information matched. The sleek little craft, it looked like two triangles stuck together from above or below, the point of one disappearing into the base of another. It was black and polished to a mirror finish. At least it used too. Much of the pain was gone now, various panels were ding and bent. Some of them had obviously been replaced and hadn't been stripped of paint, perhaps some not painted in the first place. Now bits of red blue, and even a panel of yellow which was in very good condition. Along with that some of the armored panels showed signs of having been, well, having been shot at, scorch marks, holes, the odd spark leaping from something beneath the metal skin. He put the cigarette out and put it into his pocket for now. The ship shuttered a little as it was grabbed by a giant mechanical arm and pulled up to a docking station. He heard the air lock seal, a green light flashed in the cockpit.
A short climb up the ladder and Aaron Hawkins found himself in the bustling port of Titan. He had some time to kill, due to being pursued he had ran ahead of schedule by a bit and he didn't want to be hanging around his rendezvous point for that long. He made his way toward the security check point. He really didn't have much to worry about this time, he had the little metal box hidden inside of another padded box in his pocket, and it would give the impression of something else in the box, something harmless. Not only that but he wasn't even sure it was actually anything illegal he was transporting. The guy had seemed kind of nuts after all, and those ships that attacked him could not have possibly known he was the one carrying...whatever it was. Hell he'd been on Terra Nova for a long while as it was. Lots of people had came and went while he was there. He approached the security station, walked through the scanner and it beeped...why in the hell would it beep, and suddenly there were weapons drawn and pointed at him. “Uhh...problems?” His hands slowly went into the air.
“You are carrying an unauthorized weapon sir, and your description means that of a man currently suspected of piracy against the Acron Mining company.” Fucking hell, that was 15 years ago, talk about holding a grudge..
“Look, I'm sure this is all just a big misunderstanding.” He had to disappear, if he could make it a few yards away he could get into the crowd, at least then he wouldn't be in danger of being shot. He'd done the whole disappearing act before, he could do it again, he just had to have the opportunity. What was the firearm they were talking about?
“What the hell is this?” One of them lifted a revolver from his hip, an ancient one. There hadn't been a whole lot left of it when he had gotten his hands on it, mostly just a rusty piece of junk with the remnants of a wooden handle. Not it was a matte black cannon with a polished and sturdy synthetic handle that bore a striking resemblance to a dark wood. He cursed, he had gotten so used to carrying it with him that he had forgotten to leave it in the damn ship. He had a thing for westerns, the several hundred year old westerns that were barely watchable when you managed to dig deep enough into the net to find them. The man was holding it by the handle in front of him. He saw his chance he reached up and snatched it by the barely before smacking him in the face with the butt of the handle. He stepped back and to the side and spun around another guard before giving them a shove and he ran. Hawk made a nice little zig-zag pattern as he crossed the open space before disappearing into the crowd. He quickly threw off his denim jacket and slipped the goggles from his head and put them in a pants pocket. He ducked into a store, the expensive sort of tourist store, that sold clothes with the name of the location. He knocked over a wrack and grabbed a sweatshirt before disappearing out of the store again, someone yelling after him. He pulled on the sweatshirt over his plain black one. As he moved through the crowd he moved his foot just right and tripped a man wearing a sock hat which he snatched as the man went forward and he moved away from him pressing the hat to his chest before placing it on his head and pulling it down over his red hair. He kept his head down, there would be people looking for him now, thankfully he had made it a little harder to find him. He either needed to find some place to hide, or a way to get off of this rock, and getting back to his ship was out of the question now. After some walking he saw that there was a cruise liner boarding. He made his way to the check in desk.
“Ticket please” A rather large woman above and in front of him pointed down and a slot lit up on the wall separating them.
“Was hoping to buy one, any room left?”
“Mmm...yessir, but there is an extra charge for buying at the gate instead of in advance.”
“That's fine, I'll take one please.” Another slot lit up and he dug into his pocket pulling out a wallet. He pulled out a card and inserted it, the light turned from white to green and he withdrew it. The lady behind the wall slid a card on to the counter separating them and smiled politely. He turned toward the crowd that was slowly making it's way onto the ship. He had to make it through security here too. He needed a good old fashioned distraction. As he worked his way through the crowd he picked his marks. As they came closer to the security counters his hand slid into a rather large man's back pocket and lifted his wallet...and placed it into the man's pocket beside him. He finished the move by bumping into the the second man roughly, knocking him into the large man. Both of them stumbled, the man with the wallet not belonging to him even fell to the ground and started apologizing. There was a verbal exchange, he could see security guards taking interest and then the large bald man realized his wallet was gone and things became physical. The crowd moved quickly to make room for the two and security guards moved forward. He gave a little smile as he proceeded through one of the scanners, sure it beeped and turned red for a second, but then lots of people went through after him. He never looked back to see if it switched to green. He swiped his boarding pass before walking down one of the corridors leading into the...well luxury wasn't the word he would use for it, but he had certainly been to places that were a lot worse. He stepped into a casino and gave a little sigh, well there went the majority of his extra credits.
