Guts, Guns, Criminals, And All For Credits
A bounty hunter. that was what Victor Johnson wanted to be ever since he was a child. Soon he would be one. He was 21, 6.2, weighed 200 pounds, and had 3 thousand credits, and a single room apartment of his own on the station.
Victor walked in the bar, his dark blue jacket matching that of the walls. he quickly slid into a backless chair at the bar counter. "Vic!" called over the his bartender freind, Buster Richey, a well rounded, full-breed-liberty man with a multicolor-stained apron acttually looking kind of cool made his way past another bar patron and rested his elbows onto the the glass bar, lit up below the glass were TV monitors, playing the news, hoverball, Liberty Action Channel, the foreyes, such as Tela-Bretonia, Kusari, Rheinland. Victor got to view a double screen, Liberty Public News, and Hoverball. Victor prayed a pray of thanks to the Lord that he didnt show the zero-gravity gymnastics workout channel. Buster craned his neck around to see from Victor's side to watch hoverball. Victor stared at Buster and cocked a brow. Buster turned around and turned two shades redder. "Hoverball Buster?" "Yea!" he beamed. "I didnt tell you to see if you'd notice!" he raised his eye brows expectantly, still smiling. "Notice what?" i plainly asked. "If you noticed that i lost some weight!" "Oh, yea, come to think of it, looks like you lost a pound or two." i shrugged and gave a sheepish, sarcastic smile. "Well i'm just getting started!" he threw off the dis. "you see, theres this secretary for the station engineer, and.." "Oh boy! here we go! Buster you havent been on a date in twelve years! Wait!" i interuppted before he said anything "Just give me Stigma Flamer." "For the last time! We dont have that GMG miner gas miner Naha crud. we have everything else tho, this is a busy base with ships from all round' Sirius, I have a good selection, so just cus' we i dont have one drink your teeded off! we dont get any GMG ships here." "Fine! Fine! you've made your point, just give an Interspace Itinerary, will ya?" i asked
"That stuff's even worse." Buster muttered to himself turning around and grabbing a cup shaped like a lower-case I with a cherry floating above as the dot, suspended by and anti-grav lining of the bottom of the cup. He turned around and handed me the Interspace Commerce specialty drink. "5 credits Vic." i handed him pulled out my neural net card out of my net chrono watch and handed it to him and watched him slide it thru a lining in the bar. "Listen Buster i said in between the disorienting drinks. [because of the anti-grav lining your mouth feels weightless. "Today's the day." "What's the day?" he asked. "Today's the day I join the Bounty Hunter Guild." I said. i finished my drinked and sighed with satisfaction. "Thanks Buster." I slid the drink a couple inches to him and turned around. En route to the table a tough looking Bounty Hunter sat at.
Victor walked up behind the bounty hunter and cleared his throat loud enough for him to hear. "I'm looking to join the Bounty Hunters, you look like an intellignet man." he said in a big as voice as he could without hinting he was trying to look good. The Hunter sipped his drink and answered without turning around. "Yup, you got some smarts, sid'down, and lemme see ya marker." Victor pulled out his marker chip from his wrist-neural-net. The man inserted it into a datapad and started stroking his chin, studying his records. "Moved to Newark Station nine months ago," he mumbled to himself aloud. "Ran convoy protection with some Interspace Convoys from here to Ames resarch up in Kepler." he stopped stroking his chin. Victor knew what was next. "Says here that, when you were ambushed some Rouges, the transport acting captain who took over when the captain was injured refused to leave for the gate to Colorado, and wanted to stay and fight. You knew he wouldn't last, so u threatened to fire on him if he didnt go. He, being a stubborn, inexperinced noob to the buisness ignored you, you positioned your starflier right by the bridege viewport, and set on of your justices on overload. And that got his attention, no?" he raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Well, uh, yes sir, thats correct." He turned a couple shades redder. "Well pal, your lucky you came to me, I appreciate that sorts'a thing. Your hired." Victor beamed. "Equipment room, two hours, im Rick McLausky." he downed the rest of his drink and started to walk away, only to turn around. "Oh and Mr. Johnson," he called. "Yea?" "Welcome to the Guild Mr. Johnson." he turned and walked away.