Yorick Sasaki
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Post by Yorick Sasaki on Mar 22, 2020 18:58:12 GMT -6
The seagull's calls overlapped and echoed across the busy port, circling through the clear skies just above the rotten, wooden walkways. Big, rusty metal chains anchoring ships, disappeared from view within the mucky, dark waters. These ships were Yorick's little mission apparently. All he had to do was make sure nothing bad were to come to it. Big whoop right? And once the day was complete and all the cargo was set, he'd be compensated. It was easy...and yet, he looked so disappointed. The space pirate sat atop of an old wooden crate, his elbow plopped onto his knee while he rested his cheek against his palm. An expression of complete boredom was plastered onto his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Man...if I knew it was going to be this dull, I'd have given it some thought before I decided to waste my day doing nothing except getting sun burnt and smelling seagull crap..."
Heavy footsteps were heard creaking against the walkways of the port. Yorick lazily perked his chin up a bit, staring at the source of the sound. Slowly approaching the pirate was a short yet chubby man biting down on a cigar. He wore a clean, button down shirt that stretched over his fat belly. The top buttons were opened, revealing a gold chain hung loosely around his neck, dangling just above his hairy chest. Similar to his chest, his face was gritty looking, a scruffy beard hugging his jawline. He gave off an aura that he was a shrewd business man! It was no wonder Yorick didn't hesitate taking the job from him. Whatever, cash was cash right?
"How's it going big guy? Eh? Khekhekeh!" The man joking asked, giving off a greedy little grin to ease the bored looking Yorick. The space pirate groaned, rolling his eyes at his employer.
"How much longer man...? Sheesh, the pay better be worth it if the job is this dull." Yorick grumbled with a sharp hint of annoyance in his tone, staring at the fat gentleman who still continued to give a toothy grin and rubbing his hands together.
"Ah, I wouldn't worry too much! You'll be compensated in no time, I assure you! Just wait until dusk, the ships will sail by then! Not a second after, not a second before. Now relaaax, relax! Hehehe! You're efforts will be rewarded, you need not worry my good friend~!" The fat businessman continued to give that scratchy chuckle, walking away but not before patting Yorick, who was slowly growing irritated by the second, on the arm. Yorick scoffed, staring at the ships about 100 meters away from here he was sitting with the corner of his eye.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2020 19:56:45 GMT -6
[Thread] Draft's PL: 24,273 | Items: n/a
The tips of his horns pierced the water's murky surface, followed by the deep purple crystalline portion of his head. This was soon followed by a pair of beady eyes and a deep, unsettled frown. Hand over hand, foot by foot, the small Arcosian emerged from the water as he climbed his way up the long rusty chain that anchored the ship to port.
He rose higher and higher, well hidden in the elongated shadows of the large ship he sought to infiltrate. There was little chance of being spotted, unless someone knew what to look for; one did not become as successful a thief as Draft was without learning a few tricks of the trade.
It was humiliating! He was regulated to sneaking aboard the ship like some common burglar. He would have rather spoken with the fat man and proffered some sort of deal to get his hands on the wealthy businessman's dense coffers.
Yet the old adage rang with truth—the more money a person had, the more paranoid they became about protecting it from the greedy hands of others. But that didn't mean they weren't willing to flaunt it, accomplishing some sense of self-importance. It had always bothered Draft that he was an Arcosian, the greatest race in the history of the universe, yet born beneath the likes of this idiot.
If Fate would not deem to grant the mercy and favor it ought, he would simply force her hand.
Just a few more feet, and he'd reached the lower deck of the ship. Distracted by his thoughts as he was, he didn't notice the portion of the rusted chains coated in a thick grime of dirt and green moss. He went to grip the chain and his fingers slipped loose. Draft felt the sudden tug of gravity as it began to yank him toward the water's surface far below.
His heart thudded in his chest, arms windmilling as he sought to reassert control. Instincts kicked in, and he managed to wrap his tail around the chain. This stopped his sudden descent, but left him dangling from the chain like... like some sort of...
"Ugh. One of those BLASTED MONKEYS."
Needless to say, he was not so happy with this particular revelation. His voice carried a bit farther than intentioned, and it was at that very moment Draft noticed them man sitting atop a wooden crate up on the pier.
If the man had heard him, his plot to steal from the ship would utterly fail. Urgency swelled in him like the rising tide, and he hurried to climb the remainder of the way, looking to reach the ship's deck. All he wanted was to get onto the ship, find something noteworthy he could steal or fence, then get on with it.
If the inhabitants of this planet understood their future ruler and Emperor got his humble origins as a common thief and swindler, they wouldn't respect him at all.
Draft Arctos would ensure the historians kept that little tidbit out of the official records of his illustrious and eternal reign.
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Yorick Sasaki
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Post by Yorick Sasaki on Mar 23, 2020 9:40:08 GMT -6
"Huh?" Yorick lazily cocked a brow and perked his head up, hearing the sudden voice. Sure, people yelled and called out for each other on the ports constantly throughout the day! But this one was different....it sounded like it came from below the ships! Yorick poked his jaw out curiously, his cheek still propped against his hand. Yorick turned his head towards the backside of the ship where he heard the sound. His dark crimson eyes began to dart left and right, looking for the source of the sound. As he observed the hull of the ship, his eyes inevitably made it towards the big, rusty, metal chain which accompanied the grumpy Arcosian.
The space pirate began to grow a smile that stretched from ear to ear at the sight of the suspicious alien. Finally! Some real action! He was definitely worried he was going to have to sit there all day just to make a buck, but this would surely kill the time. Yorick propped his hands beside him on the crate, pushing himself off. As soon as his sandalled foot tapped the ground, he was off again, making a quick leap too the edge of the walkway! Yorick gracefully landed, staring down at the Arcosian who hung just above the murky waters below. Yorick smirked, placing a foot onto the wooden railing and resting his arm over his knee. "Oy! What do you think you're doing?? You think we take kindly to thieves?!" The sun beamed down on his back, his red back shirt sway and his wild hair swaying in the wind.
Yorick knew the man hasn't actually stolen anything yet, but he was no fool. After all, stuff like this was his trade as well! And besides, he really was looking for a confrontation. His only concern however was the fierce nature of the lizard people. Yorick knew they were absolutely notorious for their raw fighting prowess in battle, but he didn't let that worry him. If he really was that strong, the plus side was the possibility of hiring his first crew member! Having someone that powerful on his side could be really beneficial.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2020 10:39:14 GMT -6
He hated when a plan fell apart. This one had unraveled at the very seams, and as a result, it had led to his eventual discovery. The gruff-looking man accosted him from the upper deck, an amused grin plastered on his narrow features. He looked like one of the sailors yet bore none of work load these men were carting in and out of the ships. The man had discovered his treachery, and announced clearly that they did not take kindly to thieves. Draft's brow narrowed in fierce offense. He thought him to be some common riff-raff, sneaking aboard a ship? Some plainclothes burglar who had botched his theft attempt? The audacity! The effrontery! The presumptuousness! The Arcosian was sure he had never been quite so insulted in all of his lifetime, and throughout the course of his century and a half of life, many had tried their absolute best to make him feel as if he was worthless. He had half a mind to blow the entire ship up if it served to atone for this Earthling's grave deduction. "How dare you! Do I appear as some common riff-raff to you?" He folded his arms and crossed his legs, chin jutted out in defiance in what was as much dignity as one could muster when dangling upside down from their tail. "I'll have you know, Earthling, I was merely inspecting the quality of the links in this metal chain. A bit rusted for my tastes, but I SUPPOSE I could have it scraped and sell the material..." He tapped an index finger against his chin as if to seriously consider this. "On second thought, it's a bit too eroded for my liking. Instead I think I shall come aboard your ship and inspect your wares available for purchase." His tail slipped free from the chain as he floated up and over the railing, landing on the ship's deck near the man. He squared his shoulders, presenting a profile that spoke of a regality he did not possess. "I'm a... business man. I was merely looking for an opportunity. Care to give me a tour of your wares, or are we to dilly-dally and waste valuable daylight hours?" His heart thudded against his rib cage. Draft could only hope his little ploy worked.
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Post by Yorick Sasaki on Mar 23, 2020 14:44:56 GMT -6
Yorick cocked an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. As expected from an Arcosian. They were a prideful race. In fact, a majority of them are known to have a superiority complex! A stereotype sure, but Yorick wasn't one to hold back on discrimination--not that he hated the species or anything of that sort. But still, he was a little surprised to say the least! Instead of running or even deciding to make an effort to take Yorick down, he started talking about the rusty chain holding the boat! His mouth stood slightly agape. Yorick tilted his head, that puzzled expression plastered all over his face.
The space pirate once again, blinked, especially at the assumption of being human! Yorick looked around, swiveling his head over both his shoulder, completely lost before he turned back to face the Arcosian and pointing a finger at himself. "Uh, you mean me?" A little chortle escaped his lips at the the statement, a cheeky little grin forming on Yorick's face. "Oy, oy. I'm no human, although I could see why you'd think that way." Yorick definitely had a humanoid appearance that's for sure, but what made him stand out was the strange gills on his neck, and although it was hidden behind his red, baggy shirt, he had even bigger gills along his rib cage.
Still, Draft's little stunt did get into Yorick's head. He was definitely amused, that much was certain. He hadn't had anything to do in hours! So either this man was an actual merchant as he claimed to be, or, as Yorick would admit, it was a clever little lie. The pirate had that smirk glued to his face the whole time as Draft floated onto the ships deck, landing just beside him making bold declarations and holding himself to a high standard. Yorick was almost certain this man wasn't who he said he was, the whole situation was just too random. But before he made any rash claims, he decided he'd play along with Draft's little ploy for now. There always was the possibility Yorick was wrong, and he didn't want to lose his pay, that's for sure.
"A business man, eh?" Yorick smiled, nodding his head. "Sure, sure, I don't mind ya havin' a little look around, but you're gonna have to step off the ship right now." Yorick didn't even wait for a response as he pivoted on his heel, gesturing Draft to follow. "I'm just the hired muscle my man. No one's allowed on board right now, but the bossman's around. I'm sure he's expecting you. I'll take you over to him." Yorick flashed Draft a shark like grin, stepping foot onto the boardwalk and turning his head over his shoulder to make sure Draft was behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2020 19:09:01 GMT -6
This one was far too clever for his own good. He did not acquiesce to Draft's request. The man identified himself as hired muscle, which explained why he didn't panic at the thought of offending a potential customer to his client. The man informed Draft that no one was allowed on board the ship at the present moment, but he was more than happy to provide an escort. He began to lead the way off the ship, but a glance over his shoulder would've told the non-human that Draft hadn't taken a single step and bore no intention to vacate the ship. A heavy sigh left the Arcosian's lips as he turned his gaze skyward. It was a beautiful day, to be sure. The weather on Planet Arcose couldn't compare to Earth's natural beauty, considering one was more a megastructure than an actual, living planet. He didn't want to ruin such a beautiful day. This "hired muscle" seemed rather amused by the entire ordeal himself. Did things always have to be resolved with violence? For once, Draft wanted to experience what it meant to have a true ally. But that would not be today. He was not leaving this ship without a prize, especially not after he'd been humiliated. He would take such a prize by force if necessary. "Perhaps I'll save you the time, my friend." Draft took a couple steps forward, his tail swishing behind him as he regarded the security guard with deadly intent. "I believe we both understand what is happening here, so you'll also understand why I've chosen to remain here on this ship. I'm going to take what I came for, but that doesn't mean we have to be enemies. So... you can either return to your post and pretend you never saw me..." Draft turned and headed toward the loading dock, tossing the remnant of his ultimatum over his shoulder with careless abandon. "...or you can attempt to stop me. Only one of these options can end well for you."
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Post by Yorick Sasaki on Mar 23, 2020 23:44:13 GMT -6
Yorick stopped in his tracks, staring at Draft with the corner of his piercing, crimson gaze. He still had little smirk as things began to heat up. Yorick felt the adrenaline begin to course through him as the arcosian stared up into the sky aimlessly. Yorick calmly turned around, not averting his gaze, keeping himself completely focused and to give himself the impression of unwavering confidence. Suddenly, Draft began to take a few steps towards him, his tone taking a sudden shift. Yorick's smirk immediately disappeared, his expression turning more serious. Sure, he'd love to kill some time and get some action, but he was no fool. The arcosians were known to be fierce warriors and he was not going to underestimate this one, lowly scum or not.
The pirate had no idea what was so valuable on this ship that he had to be guarding, but honestly, he didn't care about any of that right now. This guy, he was definitely an ambitious one, that Yorick could agree on. Once more, he looked a little amused when Draft offered Yorick a chance to forget any of this happened, hinting that combat wouldn't be in Yorick's favor. Yorick honestly could care less about what was on board this ship now. Draft earned his full attention. Yorick was in need of allies himself, aiming to form his own little crew. From first impressions, Yorick saw Draft had the mentality, the intellect, that much was certain. While that alone could be enough for what Yorick had in mind, he still began to wonder, did he have the combat prowess as well?
Draft turned heel, leaving Yorick to his own devices. The Kenshin narrowed his eyes, not moving from his spot while Draft walked away. Honestly, for a moment, it might of seemed like Yorick might have heeded Draft's warning. But as the Arcosian walked, Yorick slowly raised his arm, pointing a palm towards the changeling's path. He furrowed his brow before firing a yellow ki wave that would aim to not hit Draft, but to cut his path off as a warning. "I'm going to have to pass on that. I'm not exactly one to back down from a job I've accepted." At this point, it was practically a lie. Yorick's motive changed from protecting this ship, to testing this stranger's strength.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2020 7:02:55 GMT -6
It was time to put an end to this charade. The stranger was all but forgotten in Draft's mind. The loading bay loomed ahead, and even from this short distance, he could peer into the shadowed confines of the storage compartment. Tall wooden crates marked with various shipping labels lined the riveted steel interior. There were a few drones buzzing around, lugging hovering pallet jacks full of merchandise behind them, whistling and beeping directions at each other and the overworked, irritable crew. They looked of the shadiest variety, and even the term "crew" could be cobbled together loosely with this group: burly men and surly-looking women, each looking as if they'd be more comfortable in a brawl. Everything about this operation screamed illegitimate. His gut told him so, and Draft had long since learned to trust his deepest instincts. There were rarely wrong. Of course, those same instincts told him to access the ship via the anchored chain and the likelihood of being spotted was non-existent. Even future Emperors couldn't be right all of the time. No matter—it was time to claim his prize. He stalked toward the loading ramp with purposeful intent, arms held behind his back as he kept his pace at a casual lope. The key was to appear as if he belonged, and was a person of importance who hadn't deigned to meet the crew. That was stopped the moment the energy blast slammed into the deck near his feet. Singeing the deck, it left tiny tendrils of smoke and a scorch mark. Draft stuttered to a halt, eyes widening at the prospect. Did he just get attacked? The stranger's voice floated to him, making it clear he would not allow the Arcosian to advance a step further. Draft sighed and turned around, spreading his hands wide with a shrug of indifference. "Have it your way, then." He squatted, squaring his feet and clenching his fists. A grunt of exertion left him as a white aura flickered to life around him, stirring higher and wilder as his physical form began to change. He grew taller and bigger, his muscles growing and joints popping. In a final burst of energy, he stood tall and intimidating in his Brute Form. "Consider yourself privileged. I don't often take this form. In fact, it's been well over thirty years since I've had to." His voice had dropped from a nasally soprano to a deep tenor. This man would be a fool not to be intimidated. "Perhaps this is a good thing, yes? I've not fought in many years. I'm more than a bit rusty, I imagine." He raised a palm, crackling energy forming in his palm. "Let's get this over with, shall we? After all, time is money." He fired the ki blast back at the man!
Draft changes into Brute Form (x2)! His power level raises to 48,546! KP Remaining: 3/3 Damage Taken: 0% Yorick Sasaki |
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Post by Yorick Sasaki on Mar 25, 2020 11:45:52 GMT -6
Yorick stared at Draft as he turned around after he pulled his little stunt on him. "Heh...seems like I've gotten his attention..." He muttered to himself. A gust of wind hit the anchored ship causing both, Yorick's baggy clothing and hair to flutter to the side while the two warriors kept their gaze on one another. The space pirate grew tense as the air began to feel very...thin for some reason. It wouldn't be an understatement to call Yorick insane seeing as he had no problem getting into something way over his head. All because he wanted to test a potential allies strength.
Draft got into his stance, and despite not having a scouter at the moment, Yorick had no trouble figuring out that his opponents power was rising. Draft's energy spiraled about him, sending gusts of heavy wind in all directions. Yorick took a step back, completely caught off guard! His eyes widened for a moment as the Arcosian's muscles started to tense up, bulking and shifting like some sort of monstrosity! He had to have put at least an added meter and a half on his height or so! Yorick furrowed his brows, forcing himself to grin a little bit despite the intense anxiousness that was creeping upon him. "Eeewuh." Yorick jokingly voiced, making a little noise of disgust at Draft's form. "S-Sheesh...I knew your kind were notorious for your fighting abilities, but I didn't think turning into some sort of brute was under your resume." The pirate shifted into his own fighting stance, a bead of sweat running down his temple. "Ha. I guess this is why they give you the nickname Changelings, huh?"
In a moment, a blast of ki was sent hurling through the air, headed straight for Yorick! Yorick expected this to happen but what he didn't gauge was the difference in power between the two. He didn't know it, but Draft in his current state was almost twice as strong as Yorick was right now. Because of this, the blast was sent hurling at speeds that Yorick was prepared for! Still, the pirate wasn't one to immediately go all out in a battle. He was the type to test the waters a little.
Yorick chucked a yellow blast of ki himself, aiming it towards the blast that was headed for him. He barely got it in the nick of time, the blasts colliding and erupting right in front of him. A huge blast of smoke clouded any sort of visual on Yorick's position from Draft's perspective--that was of course unless he had some sort of trick up his sleeve that'd let him see the Kenshin. In an instant, the smoke cloud began to stretch in Draft's direction, as if something we're about to jump out of it. Instead of it being the pirate however, it was just another blast of energy! In the middle of this little distraction, Yorick dashed out of the cloud the same way his blast exited and attempted to throw an elbow into Drafts gut. He'd follow this by pivoting on his heel and sending a little spinning kick attempting to launch Draft towards the open area above the ocean.
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Current PL: 26,313
KP: 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2020 12:23:34 GMT -6
It had been Draft's desire to test this individual. He was far from disappointed. The two energy blasts met with a resounding explosion. A cloud of debris plumed into the air, obscuring Draft's vision. He swiped a hand at the curling smoke to clear his vision. Without any ability to sense his opponent, he was solely reliant upon his eyes during combat. This proved to be his undoing. Something broke through the smoke—another energy blast! It hurtled straight for him. Draft threw up a hasty guard as the white-hot energy exploded against him. It obscured his vision even more, and he wasn't aware of Yorick's position until a sharp elbow plunged into his abdomen, folding him over. The air rushed from him, leaving Draft little more than a rag doll suspended in air as a swinging foot planted against his chin and sent him flying upwards into the air. A lesser man would have been defeated. Good thing nothing about Draft Arctos was "lesser". A grand chuckled bubbled up within him as he reared forward and righted himself, fists clenched in anticipation of their escalating brawl. Had it truly been so long since he'd met with an actual challenge? Excitement stirred within him. He practically shook from the adrenaline coursing through his body! "What an opening! You caught me completely by surprise. Congratulations." It was the first and probably only compliment he would grant this stranger. Regaining his composure, Draft raised a hand and charged his ki into his palm once more. Only this time, he put a bit of extra power behind it. "If you survive this attack, I'd love to get your name. I should rather know the name of the man who managed to entertain me for more than a few minutes." He fired his second, more deadly blast. If this one struck the ship, it would blow it up!
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Post by Yorick Sasaki on Mar 26, 2020 12:01:20 GMT -6
Yorick gracefully pivoted once more to angle himself towards the ocean. It seemed like his attack was a success. But Yorick wasn't a stranger to combat. He could tell if an opponent was a capable warrior or not. Draft was certainly capable. The pirate smirked, seeing the Changeling stop himself in the air looking as calm as ever. "Heh...so, I see you're unphased." Yorick remarked with a hint of sass in his tone. Still, in moments like these, he usually found himself on the short end of the stick. He noted how easily Draft shook that attack off. Yorick knew this was going to be a more irritating fight than he originally thought. It'd take more then that if he wanted to put a dent in the guy. And to make matters worse...
Yorick frowned, looking over his shoulder to the ships deck. On the boardwalk was the whole crew as well as the snobby business man staring in shock as the pirate valiantly defended their goods. Not only did he have to take on the changeling, but he had to make sure the ship wasn't damaged in the process. "...What a drag....ugh." Yorick let a lazy sigh escape his lips before narrowing his eyes on the incoming blast. "So no one's survived this attack huh?" He muttered to himself. The energy blast soared down towards him, but the space pirate remained calm.
The burly goons and scum that littered the boardwalk began to scatter about like roaches as the sky darkened from the blast. In one furious motion, Yorick's dark crimson pupils thinned, his eyes opening up ready to face the brunt of the blast. With a loud roar, he swung the back of his forearm into it. Although he had to admit, he was a bit surprised! It didn't get shot away into the skies like he expected! His arm quivered, struggling to chuck it back. Yorick winced as it began to slowly burn away at his arm! Yorick began to concentrate his energy, his red aura began to flare around him wildly. "G-Grrr.....HRAGH!" The pirate swung his arm outwards, smacking the aimlessly into the skies behind him. Yorick began letting out heavy breaths but still kept a smirk on his face. A twinkle of light appeared in the sky behind him before the blast erupted in the distance. "...Yorick. The name's Yorick." He stood straight, planting his sandalled feet together and rubbing his forearm with his other hand. "Not bad...not bad at all."
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[B1] Brace: 8684 PL was used to stop the attack! Yorick's arm was singed a bit but he deflected it into the air.
16,020 - 8684 = 7,336 * .5 = 3668 damage taken!
13% of damage taken in total.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2020 20:42:31 GMT -6
It was a shame to have his plans foiled so mercilessly—destiny, being the cruel mistress, saw to deny him his plunder yet again. And he was more than certain it would not be for the last time. The energy blast he sent hurtling toward the guardsman and the ship was intercepted. The man seemed the struggle with the force of the blast, but mustered the strength to knock the attack away. It flew high into darkened skies, exploding overhead. Draft's eyes widened in the blinding light. He stared at the cascading aftermath of his attack's explosion, sending the dying embers of dispersed ki showering down to the ocean's surface. How was that possible? In his current form, his strength was increased two-fold.
How many foes had he bested on the battlefield with that very attack? There was more to this man that met the eye. And the fact he didn't even seem to transform to block it was alarming. Draft wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery. "You hid your power on purpose, didn't you?" He could scarcely keep his amused tone accusation-free. "You didn't even bother to transform, or you don't possess a transformation at all. Either way, that attack could have killed you... but it didn't. An intriguing affair." Draft closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Air seemed to whoosh from his body as his size shrank back down.
Minutes later, he returned to his original form seeming small and insignificant as he hovered there in the air. "My, my. What a predicament! I must admit—I'm used to getting my way. So how about a prize? I will leave you to your own devices, and not steal from this ship nor murder any of its crew. Perhaps we'll meet again some day? Though I wouldn't hold my breath on it." He turned and flew away without another word. So much for an easy start on Earth. He would have to devise a different, less direct strategy next time.
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