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Post by eez on Nov 17, 2009 1:43:36 GMT -5
It was just an average day on Trade World.
The smog was high in the sky, creating a sickly brown-orange in the high afternoon sun and ships and crafts streaked in every direction known but it was still a normal, regular day.
Even with all the crime, the thefts, the extortion.
Just a normal, average day.
"Boy, what I wouldn't give for some business right about now...."
A blue humanoid man, a bit rotund and stout, sighed loudly as he stared at the dingy window to the murky world behind and put on his costume hat as he commanded his hovering chair back over to his desk, which was covered in crates of rusted parts and oily gizmos.
He was the Fixer and as the Fixer of Trade World's Killerville, it was his job to fence the goods to anyone without any questions.
"Oi....I really wish there'd be a war. Then business would be really booming." The Fixer grumbled, going back to polishing a node before throwing it over his shoulder unhappily.
Who was he kidding.
He'd be glad to get a Zurg agent to walk through his doors!
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 17, 2009 16:59:37 GMT -5
There was the sound of a door sliding open, and large, heavy footfalls followed that caused the objects lining the shelves to start trembling.
The newcomer entered the room, looking around with a raised brow. He was nearly seven feet tall, wearing a rather baggy white spacesuit and holding his helmet under his right arm. His skin was bright red and his yellow eyes almost appeared too small underneath his heavyset brow. The goggle-like things on the top of his bald head could easily scrape the ceiling.
"You the Fixer?" he asked in a deep, gruff voice, one eyebrow still raised sceptically.
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Post by eez on Nov 17, 2009 17:21:57 GMT -5
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes...." The Fixer mumbled sarcastically, positioning his hovering chair closer to the counter. "And who wants to know?" He said in response to being asked if he was the Fixer.
Whoever this new whackjob was, they wore a most awful white jumper and their skin was so blaring, the Fixer had to squint to keep his eyes from watering. They also seemed a little naive, but the naive ones also departed with the most cash, too.
"What can I do you for...." He yawned, clearly not enthused at all this afternoon.
The chump probably wants a discount on some stabilizer coils, he thought with a groan.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 17, 2009 20:34:42 GMT -5
Hellboy immediately didn't like the guy's tone one bit, but at least he'd read up on a few things before coming. His lips twitched. Maybe he'd try his new tactics on him.
He took two steps to the counter, and slammed his helmet on the desk. "Listen up chump, and listen up good. I'm on a tight schedule and I'll be needing a few things, and you'd better deliver if you want to be on good terms with my employer, got that?"
That seemed enough for an introduction. He'd elaborate more if needed. This guy looked like he was tough.
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Post by eez on Nov 17, 2009 21:00:36 GMT -5
"Mmmhmmm...Make your choice, pal, or your employer will be on the wait list." The Fixer yawned, thumbing a two meter long piece of paper with scribbled names all over it.
Who was this red monkey trying to be? Booster Munchapper?
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 6:24:46 GMT -5
"I don't think you understood me, buddy," Hellboy growled, pulling out his PDA and propping it up against the counter, the Z emblem on it quite obvious. "I need a few things now."
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 12:33:45 GMT -5
Almost like fire to his skin, the Fixer immediately drifted his eyes to the familiar colour scheme of red and yellow and practically fell out of his hover chair with a yelp.
"ZURG!" He screamed, the workers in the back of his shop already deserting him as they went out the back door without a moment's notice. The Fixer held up his hands in fright and tucked his legs closer to his chest; his teeth chattering at the red brute before him.
"W-W-Well why didn't you say your employer was his Evilness!?" He squeaked, flashing a cheesy and timid grin. "I'd absolutely love to help you out! Name whatever you want! I've got it, baby! Hahah! Guaranteed!"
The blue, pudgy businessmen gulped and hoped the visit from a Zurg agent wouldn't result in laser fire and broken inventory.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 13:26:01 GMT -5
"Wonderful," Hellboy smirked approvingly. "I'm glad you could see it my way." This was actually kind of fun. And he couldn't wait for the real fun to begin.
"Now, first thing's first. I'll be needing a better space suit. Something that screams I'm all business instead of this thing that makes me look like a puffy pastry."
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 17:49:10 GMT -5
"Ahaha..aha...."
Of course; the agent would want a suit that would probably cost a fortune.
"A suit, huh? Well, let's see what I got for you." The Fixer drew up a spread sheet for inventory and he scrolled a dirty finger nail down the list until he found the section that included spacial apparel. The log read that he had two suits: one a deep red, cast in anodized carbon, and the other a space-black, crafted out of both teryllium and Shagarakian-grade Airadite.
Both would fetch pretty prices on the market, but....
"What colour yah like? Red or black?" The Fixer asked, wondering what the agent would say.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 18:02:03 GMT -5
Hellboy didn't even have to think about it. "The black one." Heck, he already had red skin, he didn't need more of it.
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 18:10:04 GMT -5
"Uh-huh...."
Yep. The expensive one.
"All right, this way then. Follow me..." The Fixer sighed, shifting his hover chair into reverse and making a u-turn to float into the back room of his dingy little workshop.
The place was an absolute mess. There were hundreds of old, unrelated parts from over the years just scattered and strewn about. Most were robot parts but some were massive enough to fit inside a small spacecraft or compact engine. There were shelves, boxes upon boxes, and the lightning was faulty and decaying.
But the Fixer didn't mind as he continued to float over the debris and rubbish that he sold to unwary customers.
"Spacesuits...spacesuits..." He muttered under his breath, looking down aisle after aisle. It took him a while, but he soon found an old, empty holding tank; its glass green with age and rusted with wear. He flicked open a control box on the tank's side and pressed a button, the tank producing an eerie green glow and revealing a rather stylish black space suit within it.
"This is the latest RX-900 Shagarakian All-Purpose Biosuit." He explained, taking pride in his knowledge of illegally obtained gadgets. "It hasn't been released yet, as you can tell by its questionable grade of built-in weaponry, but she's sure to last long than those Star Command suits! Pure rubbish, those are." He said in distaste, making a grimace.
The suit was a beautiful black, glossy in some areas like the pauldrons and boots and toned to a dull charcoal in areas like the forearms and chest armour. There were indentations and grooves that would light up red upon reading a bio-signature but they were otherwise dormant and the suit had yet to have an owner.
"Whatcha think? Worthy of a Zurg agent such as yourself?" He asked with a sly smile, already knowing full well that if he complied his services would be well rewarded.
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 18:20:12 GMT -5
"Hmmm," Hellboy grunted, casting a critical glance at it. It was fancy, there was no doubt about that, and practical too by the looks of it. It seemed like it'd fit him too.
"It serves my purposes," he decided. "I'll take it. Next, I'll be needing a holo-guise."
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 18:22:52 GMT -5
"What, not gonna try it on?" The Fixer eyed the agent incredulously. "I mean, it's a nice suit, why not try it on? Why don't you scrap that puffy pastry trash bag of a suit you're currently wearing and swap. This'll be much nicer, trust me." He suggested.
"And after we're done tailoring you, we'll discuss a holo-guise next, I guess." He said, unlocking the holding tank with a hiss as the glass slid up and released a chilled, sterile gas.
The suit simply stood there, erect and pristine, waiting for the agent to grab and claim it.
"Just press that red doohickey in the center of its chest piece and it'll do the job for you."
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Post by Blacksteel on Nov 18, 2009 18:32:05 GMT -5
Hellboy did want to get out of this white garbage bag-like suit... well, why not? He shrugged and removed the baggy monstrosity with relief, unwinding his tail from around his thigh and flexing it. Unfortunately, he'd left his coat and utility belt back in Smoltz's ship. He hadn't really had anything of value on his person besides all his charms and trinkets, and all he was wearing now were his shorts.
Wrapping his tail around his thigh again, he pressed the button in the center of the spacesuit's chest.
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Post by eez on Nov 18, 2009 18:40:14 GMT -5
When the Fixer asked the agent to remove the suit, he wasn't counting on the man to be semi-naked! He watched with a gaping mouth as the agent unwound a prehensile tail and continued to follow the appendage as it pressed the dull, lifeless red button in the center.
There was a moment of silent tension and then...nothing.
"Huh....maybe it needs a new battery..." The Fixer grumbled perplexedly as he scratched the hair underneath his head garb.
But no sooner had he said that, the suit began to make a noise and at once the metal crumpled and compacted inwards onto itself until it collapsed into nothing more than a belt; which fell and clattered to the tank's rusty bottom noisily.
"Ohhhhh...self-imploding storage feature....very nice...."
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BG FTW!!
XDDDDDD No comment, folks
