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Peter Parker (the_spider_man) wrote in toboldlyrpg, @ 2017-08-08 21:02:00

Who: Peter Parker and NPC criminals
Where: Fornax
When: A day or so after their initial arrival (Tuesday evening)
What: Peter sees something suspicious and all sense of Intergalactic diplomacy goes out the window.
Rating: Mild violence
Status: Closed | Narrative



The casino's music pumped and echoed against acoustic walls that reflected the neon blues, greens, and shades unseen to human eyes that changed with the changing and rising beats of the music that helped lull those in the gambling establishment's walls into a state of mesmerization, putting money and credits where their hearts found entertainment or in a zombie-like trance. Men and women moved about, in and out of crowds, from table and machine to slot and board, passing out drinks and entertainment as if it were candy. And the patrons ate it up without concern.

The throng of people muddled in groups, men, women, aliens, all flirting among themselves. Many dressed in the finest clothing of their respective cultures; some black and white, others colorful, sparkling, and others strangely bizarre that assaulted the senses in every facet. Their perfumes and colognes clouded the large scale rooms with their scents, wafting into a mixture with the scents cycled through the ventilation system, everything a familiar if not all too alien experience for Peter Parker.

He'd spent enough times in clubs to scope out prospective villains that he'd gotten used to many of these smells; though the alien mixtures added an oddity he definitely wasn't used to and sometimes found he was glad he wasn't used to. The superhero-turned-Star Trek scientist found himself foregoing the uniform blues for a suit of the caliber of the CEO of a major tech conglomerate. The white and black suit was perfectly crafted for Peter Parker; mostly because it was designed by liquid metal nanobots. As Parker moved through the party, smiling to patron after patron, he felt a familiar sense he'd not felt in quite some time.

It took Peter a half a second longer than usual to realize that his spidey sense was acting up, but upon noticing it he found his head swiveling quickly to look for the source of the feeling. He noted a group of men and aliens slipping out what appeared to be an emergency exit, with one of them standing guard. Before the door closed, he noticed that one of the men was moving to shake hands with a rather shady looking businessman and Peter quickly made his way for the main entrance. There was nothing in particularly interesting about it, but he'd seen plenty of clandestine meetings that turned out to be weapons or drug deals start out that way, and his spidey sense acting up was no mistake.

Once outside, Peter ducked past a few members of the public, and ran along a railed pathway, sliding past a couple making out and then ducked into a semi-concealed corridor before hitting a button on his wrist. His suit immediately began to liquefy, shifting from white to red, and blue, and began to form and solidify into his Spider-Man costume. His mask sliding up around his face and solidifying. An old bit of anticipation hit him as the lenses lit up and he began to see all of his computer systems come back on. He grinned. He was Spider-Man again.

Moving from the wall he leaped off the railing and swung himself through the streets and alleyways, and back around the back of the casino he'd just left, his hand coming up to his ear, "Enterprise, this is Spider-Man. Uh... Peter, Parker.... Peter Parker. Anyway, I'm investigating a strange meeting. Looks pretty suspicious, I'll report if anything is amiss..."

Moving to the other side of the building he hit the wall and crawled his way towards the group meeting far down below him. "Suit, advanced monitoring..." The lenses zoomed in on the individuals and began to play some audio as it was enhanced for him. He listened in.

"Boss said this kid's been stealin' from us, and threatened to give information to the Federation while they're here," One of the aliens offered, "He knows about the chips. Says you need to deal with him."

The larger man in a suit nodded and looked to his other men, as they moved towards the young looking alien who was on his knees and bound in front of them, "Transfer 25,000 credits to my account it'll be done discreetly. Another 50,000 when his name's been wiped from the records."

One of the weaslier looking men slowly began to near the crowd, which consisted of at least two Klingons, one Romulan? Peter wasn't sure, and several men, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, but I have more pressing matters to get to. With the Federation here on station, we have decided to suspend the counterfeit credits and move to circulate more of the real thing. To avoid any potential screw ups. So make this quick, and quiet." The man handed over a data chip of some sort, "Put that into your systems and it'll disable the counterfeit credits here."

Peter frowned and slowly crawled his way down, then noting that one was taking out some sort of weapon and aiming it at the kid knew he didn't have time to contact the Enterprise, and so instead just fired a webline down from his perch, dropping from the wall as he did so, and yanked on the webline bringing the phaser back up into the man's face, causing it to shoot off into the sky, before Peter spun the other around and drew him towards Peter, who then did a quick back flip, kicking the man under the chin and sending him tumbling backwards.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm still getting this whole twerking thing down, am I doing it right?" He jumped into the air to sail above the group firing two strands of webbing down into the faces of two others, sticking the webbing together and catching it in the middle. Tugging on it by the time he landed on the wall once more, causing their faces to collide. He then bounded off in a flip, twisting past a phaser shot, "Are you guys doing a remake of the Goodfellas? Because you definitely look like Joe Pesci. But your accent's all wrong."

Hitting the ground, he webbed the kid they were trying to kill, and tugged him backwards, flipping over him and putting him between the kid and his captors, then Peter glanced over his shoulder, "Run kid!" Who didn't waste time in following his orders and took off.

Firing off several quick shot web bullets, he knocked one of the phasers into the air, webbing it and whipping it down around another's throat, and tugged the man to the ground. Flipping to land on the man's back, before jumping past two more and kicking his feet out to either side and connecting with their faces. He then dropped down into a low sprawl.

Looking up one of the larger Klingons were facing him with a sinister grin and a bat'leth in hand, "Oh man, Johnny's never going to believe I had to fight a bat'leth." Back flipping quickly he barely dodged the bat'leth, spinning and twisting on his hands and feet as he dodged each fierce swipe, before finally dropping to his back, Peter webbed the Klingon from between Peter's legs, and tugged, dropping the Klingon quickly towards the floor beneath, and then Peter hopped back up to his feet, and then spidey sense sent him ducking forward to dodge another swipe from the other Klingon. "You guys are hard to bring down."

Crossing his arms he shouted, "Suit, cartridge 3." Tazer webbing fired out from his wrists and caught both Klingons, putting bolts of electricity through them, before he tugged them both towards him and spun kicked both in the face dropping them.

Turning to face the weasely man, the accountant he assumed, he caught ahold of him by the suit and slammed the man up against the wall, "What's going on here? Tell me."

The man swallowed, "What the hell are you? You have no idea what you've done."

Peter tilted his head, "I'm Spider-Man, and I'm going to turn you all over to Fornax authorities." Said as he noted the sounds of approaching footsteps. Noting the Fornax patrols, he nodded and tossed the man to their feet, and made a gesture, "If you check the data chip on that one, you'll find they're doing some sort of counterfeit work. Sounds like they've been doing it for awhile, in fac--" Then suddenly he was being rushed by the men with phasers drawn, and forced to put his hands on his head.

"You're under arrest for crimes against the state of Fornax." The head man offered and Peter blinked, "I just disrupted a crime syndicate and you're going to arrest me?"

He sighed, some things never changed. He hit a button on his wrist so his suit wouldn't be able to be taken off, and sighed when he was taken away from the beaten and bruised men who were all groaning on the ground as they writhed in pain.