Kuroma
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 27, 2017 6:26:44 GMT
The clanking, barely functional engine of the space-fairing public bus coughed out another massive pocket of smog as it sputtered slowly across space. It was rare that this particular bus got much traffic these days, what with it being headed straight for the biggest hive of scum and villainy outside of Knutts. Despite its lack of customers, this little bus was determined to continue its route until decommissioned. The driver of the bus, a very old Litt with massive glasses and feathers so gray they looked like dust, pulled one of the many levers resting on the control panel in front of him, and another puff of black dust coughed out of the engine as the bus gained an extra bit of speed so minimal it was barely noticeable in the driver's seat. The passengers, on the other hand, felt it very harshly. The cabin would shake and shudder with each tiny movement of the spacecraft, causing even the hardiest of thugs who'd been forced to use this hunk of junk as means of transportation to lose their lunch. "I wish I still had my own pod," Kuroma muttered dejectedly in his uncomfortable, sticky leather seat. He adjusted himself in the ancient chair, causing it to squeak far too loudly. A few sleeping passengers awoke, shooting the massively tall Kabochan a few dirty looks for his efforts. Kuroma sighed, his eyes turning to the nearby grime-encased window. It was hard to see much of anything, especially since they were in space, but he could just barely make out something in the distance. A rock, maybe? Either that or a very large clump of crud on the window. "Attention... All Passengers," wheezed a voice from the speaker. "We will be... Arriving at the... Raiti... Zacro... Bus Station... Shortly... Thank you for flying... Air--" -KZZZRRRRRT-Before the Litt could finish his thanks, the speaker fell off the wall of the bus, sending a few sparks here and there. Kuroma didn't care much what the bird man was going to say; he was just glad he was about to land! This trip felt like it'd taken a few decades, rather than a few days. After what felt like ages, the ship-bus landed at the Raiti Spaceport. The bus let out one last honking clank in defiance, before the Litt pilot shut the engine down. It was apparently the last flight of the day-- probably for the best, Kuroma decided. The Kabochan was the first to muscle his way out of the bus. It took considerable effort to squeeze out the doors, but once he'd popped free, he was just glad to smell something that wasn't musty, smog-infested air. Raiti Spaceport wasn't much to speak of. It lacked much in the way of cleanliness, and the majority of people docked here were either in their ship or keeping a very close eye on it. Thievery was a possibility at any second, though because nobody wanted to be robbed blind, nobody was able to prowl about and rob anyone else. It was an odd form of deterrence, but it worked. The Kabochan wandered around the dirty old port for a while, his scouter clicking on and off to try and detect his friends. He was unsure if they'd gotten here yet, and they hadn't remembered to share scouter frequencies before they split ways. Hopefully the two of them would find their way to the port soon, though. He didn't want to get replaced because they met up at the other space port!
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Rock Cocklin
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Post by Rock Cocklin on Jun 27, 2017 23:30:20 GMT
Kuroma wouldn't have to search for long, because as luck would have it, Rock was already on his way to the large Kabochan's coordinates.
In a parachute.
See, atmospheric reentry takes its toll on a ship. The friction causes intense heat, which can cause damage to the hull and the systems of even a moderately well-kept ship. Rock's ship, however, was not well-kept. It was an out of date clunker that had already sustained heavy damage. There had been holes plugged with chewing gum and parts held on by hope alone. It was a miracle Rock had even managed to get the old bird flying. It was hardly a surprise that, when entering Raiti-Zacro's atmosphere, she started to break up and fall apart. Bits and pieces were torn off and vaporized by the heat, until all that was left was most of a hull and a rooster in grave danger. He was glad he'd decided not to sell his last parachute back on Shikk, and after kicking the cockpit glass out, he'd jumped for relative safety.
He landed on his feet next to Kuroma with surprising grace, and did his best to show an "I meant to do that" look on his face. His parachute came down behind him, covering up a few innocent bystanders and causing a fair amount of confusion. The wreck of his ship exploded loudly a few dozen miles away, a plume of smoke reaching into the sky.
"Kuroma! Good! Is Fluff with you? We should proooobably go." ______________________________________ Thread PL 18,724
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Fluff Hopper
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Post by Fluff Hopper on Jul 1, 2017 7:07:39 GMT
(Thread PL: 6,000)
When the other two buds – and that’s what they were now, since they were Stargoons – were arriving on the misty chunk of rock called Raiti-Zacro, Fluff was standing in a small Rent-a-Room, down to his space undies while a mopey robot sprayed him for fleas. “It’s discrimination, I tell ya,” Fluff grumbled, holding out his arms and legs as the pink and powdery gas fluttered across him. “See? Not one bug!”
The robot looked up at dumbly, then tilted its trashcan-shaped head back down to spray some more.
“Did I rag on the Mazookie guys for lookin like walking, talking boogers? Yeah, but that’s because they were laughin at my wreck!” Fluff thumbed his chest. “I’m a Stargoon, okay? Remember what that is?”
The robot looked up blankly again, but said nothing.
Fluff went on. “Everybody’s pod catches on fire here and there, and I’m real sorry that it blew your landing pad. You guys let every scum bucket in the galaxy in here, but the minute an Earthling comes, boom, flea scan! Customs on Ratty Zee, whodah thunk it?”
He sighed, submitting to the humiliation of getting sprayed. When it was done, he slapped on his last clean jumpsuit and checked his scouter.
“They’re here!”
Fluff grabbed his Pirate Power Coin and rushed from the Quarantine, dodging the recent arrivals until he found the big and already-lovable lug Kuroma and the new (and already kinda intimidating) boss Rock.
“You guys!” Fluff squeed, throwing a hug around Kuroma and bouncing up to wave to Rock. “Can I call you Boss Rock?” He asked his fellow Earthling before falling back to his feet before them. He hooked a thumb back to the dingy, smoky spaceport.
“Wanna grab a bite to eat before we try to find some good recruits? There’s a grub hut below the old comm dish that’s not half bad. As long as you don’t wonder what kinda goo is in the soup.”
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Kuroma
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Post by Kuroma on Jul 20, 2017 21:58:20 GMT
It was a surprisingly short wait for the other goons. Kuroma had just found a rusty bench to begrudgingly sit on when he heard a magnificent crash from above. He stared upward just quick enough to see Rock descending from the air on a parachute. It was odd to see, since the Kabochan assumed Rock knew how to fly, but it looked cool nonetheless. Kuroma suddenly wished he knew how to use a parachute.
"Hey Cap!" Kuroma smiled as he stood up, waving to Rock. "Haven't seen Fluff yet. He should be here any minute now, though!"
Almost as if fate herself decreed it, Fluff would arrive in mere seconds, smashing into Kuroma's form with a hearty, fluffy hug. The Burly Kabochan could do little but laugh; Fluff was a little ball of affection and flair, and he never stopped showing both.
"Looks like the bands back together," Kuroma said jokingly. "We should probably get started quick, huh? See anyone who looks tough enough?"
Kuroma scanned their surroundings, his eyes darting to and fro as he searched for a viable fourth in their crew. Surprisingly, he found what he assumed to be a suitable candidate in mere moments. Across the space-port, sitting on a bench and smoking a very large cigar was one of those Zoon fellows. He had a vicious look in his eye; surely he'd seen some rough stuff.
With a hop into the air, Kuroma dashed over to the Zoon, and pulled his fist back.
"STARGOONS INITIATION PUNCH! HYAAA!"
The Zoon couldn't even turn to be confused in time, as Kuroma's fist had already broken through his armor and sent him flying across the port. He bounced across the ground before smashing through a window and skidding into the dirt outside.
"...I guess he's not gonna make the cut."
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Post by Abo on Jul 20, 2017 22:33:55 GMT
Once Jasper was back online, it was only a matter of minutes before Abo got a hold of Graeb. They took the saiyan queen's advice and high tailed it off of Shikk as fast as possible. As much as Abo wanted to go back to Kanassa and check up on his plundered planet, Graeb insisted on taking a pit stop back on Zacro; the Sterling Kraken was ultimately missing three of its four arms, and barely in any condition to fly all the way to Kanassa. Besides, Abo did have a zeni drop to pick up on Zacro, and he had a few loose ends to tie up before setting out on the next link in the star-venture. By the time the Kraken huffed and puffed all the way back to it's home asteroid, its was about ready to give out— It came down heavy, spiraling into orbit and crashing hard just outside of the space port with an exhausted wheeze. "Oh Knutts," Graeb whimpered, "How am I going to bring the Kraken back to the garage now? What will they think of me, coming back with one of the best ships in the lot turned into a scrap heap…""Don't worry," Plummice assured the neon bearded brenchian , "I will assist you in the transfer. It shouldn't take long at all with telekinesis." The arcosian flicked a switch, and a ramp descended from the side of the ship's bridge. "Abo, you go pick up the zeni at the spaceport— and get me a vegan space-burger."Abo stood up, stretching out like an accordion to his full hight of seven and a half feet. He reached his arms high up into the air, cracking his back three times and then yawned. "You want anything?" He asked the brenchian, who was too busy fiddling with broken circuits in the ship to reply. "He'll be fine."
Abo shrugged and stepped out, whipping out a space cigarette from his pocket and balancing it between his fat lips while he lit the end with a finger flick of ki. Strolling down the ramp, he puffed on it a few times as his eyes darted left and right. The asteroid seemed about normal, the typical hustle and bustle of mediocre malice littering the streets. Crimes of all collars were likely set into motion with every handshake, push, or shove. Yes, it seemed about normal. That was, until the soon seijin spotted another of his kind—much shorter and scrawnier looking—get whacked straight across the face. But the interesting part wasn't the wallopee, it was the walloper! This walloper shouted something mid wallop, a word Abo hadn't heard in a long time. Stargoon! "Heh?" Abo immediately scratched his head, coming up behind the Kabochan brute. "Stargoons, you said?" His voice was a raspy croak, like a loudly whispering frog. "What do you know about Stargoons?"
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Rock Cocklin
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Post by Rock Cocklin on Jul 21, 2017 2:42:13 GMT
Rock watched as Fluff, in his infinite enthusiasm, rocketed towards them and gave Kuroma a (relatively) big hug. Rock smirked - as much as one CAN smirk with a beak - at the little rabbit and ruffled his hair a bit.
"Rock is fine," he said, "If you need to go formal, Captain works I guess."
He looked back at the spaceport as Fluff suggested grabbing a bite to eat. He could see a couple of spaceport security agents eyeing the trio with some small amount of suspicion.
"Maybe we should try to grab food elsewhere. Spaceport food gives me the willies anyway."
And then Kuroma sucker-punched a Zoon so hard they all but blasted off. Rock allowed himself a brief moment to appreciate the sheer force of Kuroma's unique brand of initiative before his eyes darted back towards those same security agents, who were now watching even more intently. Thankfully, on a planet like this, security was lax.
"Yeah we should, ah, we should go. Let's roll out, we likely won't find anyone here any-"
Rock was turning as he spoke, and he all but ran into yet another Zoon, a larger than average and talking to Kuroma. He's overheard the name 'Stargoons', and was showing interest. He was also smoking. Producing his own cigarettes from his coat pocket, Rock leaned forward and lit it off the bright red cherry of Abo's already lit smoke in a fairly rude and unceremonious manner. His scoundrel's intuition set him slightly at ease - this Zoon wasn't particularly powerful, at least compared to himself and his new friends. With luck, Rock would be able to intimidate his way out of this.
"You didn't hear shit, get on yer way."
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