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Jim aka Cowboy (blackdivphantom) wrote in wihh_logs,
@ 2010-09-27 16:24:00

Entry tags:

cowboy, rustler

RP: Woe Unto Cardassia
Who: Jim and Rachel
What: Godbox malfunctions, interrupted birthday plans, and trigger happy aliens.
Where: Cardassia Prime, in the Cardassian Empire...
Warnings: Cowboy + Rustler + Space Nazis = oh shit...

Retirement, or the like, had suited Jim, for the six months he had managed to wrangle of it for himself and his love. The world was still revolving, the agency was thriving, and Annie even seemed to be in a good mood, visiting occasionally as she did. And Rachel and Jim were having their own fun.

He'd set out today to purchase a few things from the local town, for a surprise not!birthday party for Rachel. After the flood that had damaged the local towns, a new town, larger and a little more sophisticated, was rising. Mos Eisley, they called it, and it was a small thing, but still larger than any town the area had ever seen the likes of. WHAT had settled several odd people and aliens in the area, so the town seemed to have a feel of oddness to it, even for Jim's likes. Halfway through the trip, he had the odd urge to call Rachel, and trusting those instincts, raised his squawk box to do so.

And promptly found himself elsewhere. A very alien elsewhere. "Oh Shit..." Clio reared and settled, and went on alert from the tone of his voice, eyes and ears swiveling every which way as they both looked out over a very alien landscape. A strange sky greeted his eyes as he raised them. This was definitely not a good day to go shopping after all.

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no_bridle
2010-10-06 02:42 am UTC (link)

"The silver dragons? The dwarf-smiths'? The King-Queen of the Fae? We tend to find the more claustrophobic places to be."

"You look good scruffy." Rachel smirked over her shoulder, eyes dancing with amusement. "Even adds something to the kissing."

She growled faintly and stood forward, cocking her gun pointedly. "All right, fine. By the powers vested in us by WHAT and the Powers That Be, you have two minutes to come forth and speak to us instead of playing games."

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blackdivphantom
2010-10-06 03:09 am UTC (link)

The rock around them shuddered, then there was a sigh like noise, and a small little thing, looking like a cross between a mechanical device and a large glowworm crept out of a new small tunnel, waving little eyestalks that were like flashlights, at them. It lined up and from the eyestalks, a beam projected.

That beam resolved into an image of a strange purple being, who had multiple arms, and a very unusual form beyond that, sitting in the center of a circular area, with surfaces all around him, or her. His hands kept moving, as if pushing and adjusting something.

"Greetings. I apologize for the oddness of our greeting. I am Pilot, and this, the Leviathan in which you now stand, is Deya, an elder of her people. We have been trapped here, beneath the rock of this world, for some several thousand of your years. You are the first to come here and we were hoping to use Deya's advanced abilities to lure you to the control room and help us escape this place."

Jim stared, and sighed.

"Why are you trapped, and why us? Why can't you escape on your own?"

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no_bridle
2010-10-06 02:27 pm UTC (link)

Jericho curiously dipped his head forward, lipping the little yellow round thing until it beeped and skeetered away. Pilot's face dissolved and reappeared, shaking its huge crustacean head.

"The leaders of this planet are rather xenophobic and maintain a startling army of altered soldiers to maintain order. We came too close to Cardassia and were pulled into the gravity well. After avoiding their gunships and the granite tikkas, Deya couldn't handle the planet's pressure and went to sleep."

Pilot dipped his head nodding. "As you are not Dominion yourselves, we would offer you help escaping as well."

Rachel looked at Jim. "They haven't shot at us or tried to eat us. And we are outnumbered on species, the squawkbox said so."

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blackdivphantom
2010-10-06 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Jim watched the being, eyes on the eyes watching them, judging quietly, silently, for a long few moments, then he nodded. "We go."

He grinned at Rachel. "I think this is our horse to bet on." He patted Clio's back. "No offense, girl." She snuffled at him.

He turned, wary but hopeful, to Pilot. "Okay, we're in. How do we help get you out of here?"

"Deya has healed from her long imprisonment. We need people at the controls, ready to make decisions, and ready to activate a protocol of release from the collar around her."

"The collar?"

"Deya wears a control collar, put there by Peacekeepers, a race much like humans but absurdly militant. When we breach atmosphere, the release must be triggered or we will fall back in again, and this time, not survive."

Jim felt a boiling down deep. Slavery. He hated it.

"Give me a minute."

He turned to Rachel, moving close to speak low. "Ready to risk it all and help a slave go free?"

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no_bridle
2010-10-07 01:31 am UTC (link)

Rachel raised her chin slightly at Jim's question, eyes flinty. He knew her opinion on freedoms.

"Pilot, our names are Rachel and Jim and on our honor as marshals of WHAT you will be free." She caught Jericho's reins and held his head close when he went for the yellow thingling's antennae.

"Is there somewhere we can corral our rides while we are working?"

Pilot's image bobbed and there was a less trained tone to its voice. "Follow the DRD, please and we shall keep them in one of the cells." The little yellow thing chittered and veered away, wiggling an eye back to make sure the two were following.

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	blackdivphantom 2010-10-07 02:09 am UTC (link)
	Jim nodded and moved after them with Clio. "Give us a few minutes and we'll be ready to help." They wound deeper into the ship, to a cell room, and the horses were led in. "You be good, Clio. Might be some turbulence." He ruffed her back, then headed out again, checking his gun and then striding forward. Time to make a little noise. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	no_bridle 2010-10-07 02:21 am UTC (link)
	"Jericho. Play nice." She patted his long nose and walked out after Jim, tugging her collar up. "That's a DRD," she repeated and looked around them, letting the morning soak in. "And this is a living ship, we're in a creature." She checked the chambers of her gun and smirked slowly. "So is there a plan we're following or just being our amicable selves?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	blackdivphantom 2010-10-07 02:33 am UTC (link)
	He poked her, chuckling. "Yeah. I think this is going to go down as one of our most unusual adventures." He smirked a little. "Shoot anything in the ship's way, keep her moving, and run like hell." He sighed. "And stay alive." He smiled at this woman he loved so well. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

no_bridle
2010-10-07 02:52 am UTC (link)

"They always are, hon." She shrugged casually and smirked back at him. So maybe they didn't need a slow reintroduction to their work.

There was noises coming up and they slowed down, pushing closer to the shadows. The DRD skittered past and ran near the feet of a handful of some men and women in shiny red and black outfits.

"Ooh. Addendum: I want one of their guns." Rachel eyed a few holster with a slow grin.

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blackdivphantom
2010-10-07 03:10 am UTC (link)

He smiled at her, and swatted her ass lightly, then peered around the corner, eying the men in red and black and the one who was a little slower, a slightly different type of uniform showing why he was not' accepted' with the others.

"Are they our friends, DRD?" He whispered the words to the small thing, who swiveled back and forth vehemently. "Good." He grinned at Rachel.

"Hold that thought." He moved quietly, shifting gracefully across the floor, and reaching out, almost like the Phantom he was called, grasping nose and mouth of the man with one hand and an arm slipping across the neck of the person with the other. A jerk and a tightening, a frantic thrumming of feet silently in air, and then Jim was next to Rachel, lowering an unconscious and never-having-seen-anyone man down next to her He unbuckled the man's holster and weapon and presented them to her.

"The lady asked, and the lady gets..."

He winked at her as he searched the man and took everything else, making a pile of a large pouch of a strange material, a communicator device that looked like the Godboxes, a whole bunch of metal coins, some handkerchiefs of a strange kind, three rings of an unknown metal, cards of metal with ridges on the ends, a wristband of strange metal with strange buttons, several small containers, unopened, what were, undoubtedly, pens, a knife hilt with a button on it, and a small thing like a Godbox but bigger. he nodded and swept it all into the pouch and nodded. "Let's go."

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no_bridle
2010-10-07 03:37 am UTC (link)

She smiled at him warmly before kissing him for the present. "I'm so lucky to have a generous provider," she teased dryly, though love was clear in her eyes for him.

She may not be the Phantom, but she had some tricks on being unseen. She hummed slowly and then braided her hair into a tight rope like the other woman's. "Hold that command," she whispered and shucked off her duster, letting it fall silently. She stripped the unconscious man's jacket off and transferred it to her body, making a face at the smell.

Buckling the holster on, she winked at Jim before marching crisply into the room with the same tight, thin smile the other had. Slipping into the circle of gossipers, she smiled and nodded until someone caught on and stared at her. "Hi." She smiled and shot him from the hip, turning to the nearest to pull the trigger again.

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	blackdivphantom 2010-10-07 03:42 am UTC (link)
	He smirked, admiring her, and her form. She managed, without effort, to silence the room, and he applauded. "We should collect all their things. No need to leave anything to be found." He started stripping and looting those who were down. "For better or worse, we need to get as much as we can, and stop from having enemies at our backs." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

no_bridle
2010-10-07 03:52 am UTC (link)

"Slower than a bunch of city folks," Rachel shook her head and sighed at their amateurish technique. The clapping was a nice touch, she bowed to him for the gesture.

There were large enough crates in the cargo hold, Rachel dragged the bodies over after Jim had processed them and hoisted them in until she ran out of box. She knelt over Jim's piles of plunder, poking a few things to figure what they were. One of their rifle she nudged and eyed pointedly until Jim took it up for his protection.

"We need to ask Pilot of there are more, and where do we need to go next."

"Two tiers up and towards the front, I will guide you." Rachel jumped in surprise, maybe making a noise when suddenly answered from a wall and not a DRD.

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	blackdivphantom 2010-10-07 03:58 am UTC (link)
	He smirked as he watched her, admiring her form and movement. She did have skills and he knew she was still one of the best. Jim laughed and scooped the rest up and into a bag, then nodded. "Lead on, Pilot. We're ready." He pushed what looked like the starter button for the rifle and was rewarded by a humming sound. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

no_bridle
2010-10-07 04:12 am UTC (link)

The little DRD made a noise not unlike a charge to war and zipped down the hallway like a lizard out of a fire pit. With one last nod to Jim, Rachel followed their point, unafraid as Jim was the legendary quick-draw of the West.

She ran down the corridors, wanting rather to go wander it and see what a ship was like. She didn't know how they'd free Deya from the ground or remove the collar, but shooting people was something she was good at.

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	blackdivphantom 2010-10-07 04:26 am UTC (link)
	Jim followed, rifle out in one hand, knife in the other. This might be fun. He smirked as he ran. She moved very interestingly. Still, he shot one man as he came out of a passage after Rachel had passed, and kept moving, picking off singles. These people were apparently bad at camaraderie. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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