Furries' First Appearance

[dragonrazor]

Jeremiah Carson, known to his friends as Jeremy, was busy going over the books for his vineyard and ranch. He usually did so outside, and that night was no exception. It was a clear night, and the simple lantern he was using to illuminate his books shed enough light to cover the entire porch. He read the numbers, and made notes, then looked up for a moment to rest his eyes. That was when he noticed what looked like a meteor streaking through the sky. There was a tremendous noise as the meteor crashed onto his property. The ground shook with the force, and his lantern fell over, the minihalogen shorting out. He sighed, then shook his head, and grabbed a flashlight. He walked out onto his property, ignoring some of the horses that whinnied and neighed in annoyance. He walked for several minutes, before finding the cause of the crash. He nearly dropped the flashlight when he realized he was staring at a ship of extraterrestrial origins. He walked slowly up to the ship, then jumped back slightly as a doorway folded down into stairs.

 

[TheMaleRei]

Varga arrives.

Varga shook his head as if to clear it.

Great. In debt up to his eyeballs, on the run, and what happens? He crashes on some miserable mudball outside the Empire and just after shooting down the StarHound - he was sure that capturing whoever was aboard would turn out to be a payday big enough to get him out of debt.

He checked his ship's systems. The hull was intact, which was always a plus. The reactor was online and fully functional, always good. Engines, check... Weapons, check...

Fuel...

Shit.

It was enough to get him offworld, but not enough to activate the C+ drive, and he doubted that anyone on this world had anti-matter. He was quite stuck on-world. Perhaps the StarHound had fuel cells he could use, and with any luck whoever was aboard would still be in good enough condition to garner a reward.

Where had the StarHound crashed, anyway? he wondered, glancing at another display. It was nearby, incredibly close all considering, barely a two hundred meters away - it was a miracle they hadn't collided in midair and been destroyed in the process...

A light on one of consoles in the command-cockpit came alive, with a message scrawled upon the screen. One of the locals was approaching to investigate. He was unarmed, which was a plus for Varga if he had to physically deal with the local. A quick bio-scan revealed that this particular example of the dominant lifeform of the planet was physically weaker and slower than Varga and the rest of his kind.

Varga was a mercenary, and as such was quite good at not making incredibly stupid decisions - there was no reason for a senseless death. Killing the locals without support would be unwise, as they always tended to look after their own (at least that was his experience with various species across known space)...

Fighting across many worlds with scores of languages necessitated a cyber-implant capable of translating languages out of his native tongue into words he could understand. There was another cybernetic augmentation, linked to the audio translator, which allowed him to speak said languages once the super powerful micro-computers successfully translated the words in question. His ship had picked up thousands upon thousands of transmissions with hundreds of languages and transmitted the data to the implant.

The end result, he should be able to speak to this creature. Presuming he had the correct language based upon his landing location. He stepped down the ramp and looked at the male figure, human, they called themselves.

He wanted to check out the StarHound, but first he had to get past this human.

"Habla Espanol?" he asked, his voice gutteral because of his vocal cords. Upon the expression on the being's face, Vargas hissed before saying: "Do you speak English?"


OOC - leaving it open for others if they want to be passengers aboard Varga's Ship...

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: read the profile posted by DNG as Champagne << she has your ship causing a crash with a cruise ship

 

[TheMaleRei]

OOC: read the profile posted by DNG as Champagne << she has your ship causing a crash with a cruise ship

yeah, just noticed that, editting on the way

 

[TheMaleRei]

yeah, just noticed that, editting on the way

Editting completed - so, yeah...

 

[Dirtyninjagirl]

It had been a...Profitable trip so far she'd only had her services procured half-a-dozen times and she'd made more money this trip than she had in the past three. It certainly helped that the clienttel were of quite high standing and wealth, but also much more so in the fact that since many had never been on the Starhound they never knew her usual rates, so she'd been overcharging....a little bit.

Then everything went to hell, as they were taking a tour through a primitive star system, to show those on board a solar system untouched by 'modern' science. They had come under attack from a Mercenary Vessel, knowing that the fastest legs were owned by those who survived she'd made a quick dash for the nearest escape pod. However, after getting inside she was knocked hard against the bulkhead by a strong jolt, then blacked out. When she came to she climbed out of the escape pod, "It must have launched after they crashed..." Looking over at the general wreckage of the StarHound she had to admit, getting a lump on her head seemed to be far better than being still on the ship.

But now she was alone, on a strange planet, with no way off until some kind of retrieval team comes to find out what happened to the StarHound. But the idea of just waiting next to the wreckage till the team arrived sounded just stupid, the crash would no doubt alert the planets inhabitants and she had no desire to be captured by some primitive tribe.

 

[dragonrazor]

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, then shook his head at the strange looking individual that came out of one of the ships. He sighed, then turned, hearing another voice, this one distinctly feminine. He was surprised to see what looked like a humanoid fox stepping out of an escape pod from the second ship. He smiled, then walked slowly over to her. He cleared his throat to get her attention. "Are you okay? You look a little dazed and confused. I'm Jeremy, and this is my ranch and vineyard. You're on the ranch part now. That was quite a light show you guys put on. Are you the only survivor?"

OOC: tag Champagne, and any other survivors of the Starhound crash

 

[Dirtyninjagirl]

'Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I've been seen!' Well there was only one of them, and he didn't seem all that hostle, but behind him was the Mercenary ship! Her universal translater was with her stuff still in the ship, so she couldn't understand him but if anything was still alive in that Merc ship she was still in over her head. Maybe if she befriended this local? But how she couldn't understand him and bets were he wouldn't understand her, so how would she get his help?! Thinking for a moment a sudden thought came to her, she may not be able to ask for it but if she looked like she needed it actions may say it all.

And with that she suddenly started running at the strange furless creature looking frightened, then about halfway pretended to trip and upon landing on the ground layed limp.

 

[dragonrazor]

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. He walked over to the young woman, and knelt down beside her. He offered his hand, studying her. She was quite striking. Well made, with decent sized breasts, and a arse to die for. He smiled, then spoke in a soothing tone. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, you can stay at my home. It's the last I can do for such a pretty guest."

 

[Dirtyninjagirl]

Again his speech was strange but as she looked up into the face of the one who was holding his hand out her, she could see compassion in his face, concern. Knowing that he wouldn't understand, she simply smiled and took his hand pulling herself to a sitting position, her nice dress she'd been wearing for the party that had been going on during the attack was getting ruined but it didn't matter. With any luck she was safe now, at least maybe safer. Then even knowing it was pointless she said, "Thank You."

 

[TheMaleRei]

Well, the human was speaking English, at least, that solved one problem for Varga. Ah, and there was a survivor, Champagne! That was good news for Varga, presuming he ever got off the mudball.

And she 'tripped', Varga thought to himself and followed this Jeremy to her.

"Be very careful, she's a dangerous criminal," he said to him in English. "She is a seducer and con artist of the first order. Don't let her fool you with her 'wounded kitten' routine. If you take your eyes off of her long enough, she'll rob you blind and leave you for dead."



Tag - Jeremy or Champagne or anyone else...

 

[dragonrazor]

Jeremy smiled, then scowled at the words of the guy behind him. He shook his head, then stood up, and started towards the ship that had crashed. He intended to check for other surviviors. He shot a sentence over his shoulder. "Criminals don't take cruise ships." He could tell from the elegant lines of the ship that that was what it was. He started to push aside wreckage, then found a case with devices that looked like they'd fit in ears. He smiled, and carried the case out to the woman. He tried to open the case, but had a little trouble with the lock.

 

[TheMaleRei]

Jeremy smiled, then scowled at the words of the guy behind him. He shook his head, then stood up, and started towards the ship that had crashed. He intended to check for other surviviors. He shot a sentence over his shoulder. "Criminals don't take cruise ships." He could tell from the elegant lines of the ship that that was what it was. He started to push aside wreckage, then found a case with devices that looked like they'd fit in ears. He smiled, and carried the case out to the woman. He tried to open the case, but had a little trouble with the lock.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize this technologically backwards mudball produced experts in alien space craft," Varga replied with a smirk. "And besides, how do your criminals travel about, those you haven't captured, yet?"

 

[Dirtyninjagirl]

She really wished she knew what they were saying, the mercenary that had come up from the ship seemed to have the language down well enough, but that left her at a serious disadvantage. As she was being led back towards the shipwreck, she hissed back at the Merc, "We're both stranded here because of you! I don't know when the retriveal crew will be coming but if we don't want to end up in trouble with the locals, I think we should help each other out." She said with all the venom she could muster, she of course wouldn't really help him if he was in trouble, but he was a far larger target than she was. Once they'd reached the ship, the native went inside and got the translaters but the case had been damaged and would need to be forced.

 

[TheMaleRei]

Champagne did have a good point, Varga had to concede. "You have a very good point," he replied in their gutteral tongue.

He spoke up in English so Jeremy could hear him. "She's no real physical danger - but you should keep an eye on her none the less." He grinned to himself. "By the Great Cat I certainly do. My name is Varga. I am a mercenary by trade and part-time bounty-hunter. If you can help us, we would repay you in any way that we can."

Varga had a pretty good idea how Champagne would be repaying Jeremy's assistance. He grinned a little.

 

[dragonrazor]

Jeremy scowled at the guy. Must be some kind of soldier or mercenary, or something. He looked at the young woman again, then smiled, and turned to the guy, deciding to answer his question. "Those that don't get caught usually steal vehicles that they are capable of piloting. This young woman is obviously not used to piloting. Her nails are finely manicured, her makeup is well done. She looks like the only work she might be used to is in bed, actually." He pulled a small knife out of his belt, and started to work on the lock. After several minutes struggling with it, he managed to pop the lock out of the case completely. Grinning, he took one of the translators out, and handed it to the young woman.

 

[TheMaleRei]

Jeremy scowled at the guy. Must be some kind of soldier or mercenary, or something. He looked at the young woman again, then smiled, and turned to the guy, deciding to answer his question. "Those that don't get caught usually steal vehicles that they are capable of piloting. This young woman is obviously not used to piloting. Her nails are finely manicured, her makeup is well done. She looks like the only work she might be used to is in bed, actually." He pulled a small knife out of his belt, and started to work on the lock. After several minutes struggling with it, he managed to pop the lock out of the case completely. Grinning, he took one of the translators out, and handed it to the young woman.

"Gold diggers usually are well equipped for bed," Varga said in English. "That is the term, 'gold digger', right? And Champagne, that is her name, is quite good at what she does - not simply digging for gold, but performing in the bedroom. In fact, if you behave, you just might get lucky. Assuming she is a xenophile."



Tag - Jeremy / Champagne once the translators are in place.

OOC - bloody Lit moving slowly.

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: bumpededness for DNG (and our other girls)

 

[Sienna]

* Bump *

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[dragonrazor]

OOC: you were supposed to post to the signup thread first <<

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Coral made her way quickly through the forest, brushing aside low lying trees and darting over fallen logs. She didn't often run on all four legs, but when she was chased it the quickest form of travel. And this time she couldn't afford to be slow. She fell down a few times, stumbling over a hidden root, or just from exhaustion. Her normally unmarred white fur was slightly covered in her blood, as a cut on her forearm grew worse.

After making her way out of the clearing, she headed for one of the first houses she saw. She didn't pay attention to who it belonged to, she just had to get away from her trackers. After stopping for a quick break, she composed herself as best as she could before finding the owners basement. She clawed at the metal doors, opened them and went inside. She closed them, not caring if they made a sound, and fell down the stairs. She was too tired to pick herself up, but she dragged herself off to a darkened corner, and lay there. Exhaustion overcame her, and she fell asleep.

 

[Hikari]

Yumi was a bit delirious. The last thing she remembered was some kind of red alert. They were about to crash and.. She'd blanked out after that. Her fur was a total mess as she made her way out of the craft. The planet looked different. Where the heck were they. She looked around calling out for the help of a survivor. Problem was, she couldn't see anyone.


"Hello.. Is there anybody out there?"

 

[Dragonlady]

Dawn was takeing a siesta when they crashed as she fell out of the bed "Who the hell what the fuck did you do ? " Yelling at no one in paticular..

She walks to the bridge as she rubbing her behind and head "What happen?"

 

[TheMaleRei]

Varga to Yumi.

Yumi was a bit delirious. The last thing she remembered was some kind of red alert. They were about to crash and.. She'd blanked out after that. Her fur was a total mess as she made her way out of the craft. The planet looked different. Where the heck were they. She looked around calling out for the help of a survivor. Problem was, she couldn't see anyone.


"Hello.. Is there anybody out there?"

Varga's ears, much more sensitive than a human's, picked up her words and his ears swivelled in the direction of the speech.

He nodded to Jeremy, sensing that he would be taking care of Champagne, or Champagne would be taking good care of him, and went off to find this other survivor. Where there was a second, perhaps there was a third or even more?

He moved peices of wreckage aside and glanced around.

"Hello?" he called in their shared tongue. "My name is Varga, where are you? There you are," he said upon finding her. "Are you injured? Are you all right?"



Tag - Yumi.

 

[Hikari]

"Hello?" he called in their shared tongue. "My name is Varga, where are you? There you are," he said upon finding her. "Are you injured? Are you all right?"

"Ohh no.. I'm fine.. Just a little shaken that's all.."

She found herself holding onto her own tail like she had when she was scared as a child and soon dropped it. While she didn't know this guy she should certainly act in a polite manner. She curtsied.


"I'm Yumi.. Could you tell me where we've landed? I've never seen a place like this before.."


Sure she wasn't really the upper class type, but she didn't want all those lessons that her mom had insisted upon to go to waste.