Celack
02-03-2005, 15:45
I hang my head in shame. Actually I hang my head to take a look at the handcuff’s encircling my wrists, but the moron bruiser next to me will never need to know that. Besides, if things go right he’ll be unconsious in the next few minutes.
The cuff’s are bulldog crunchers, cheap and easy to pick. Just what I expected from a Celackian government outpost on a backwater planet. If I could get to the lock-pick concealed in my shoe heel, I would be in luck.
A cobble-stone from the road catched my foot and I go flying. I land on my face, and skid. The brute just stands there laughing at me. Despite my pain, the day is looking better and better. As I start getting to my feet, I slip the lock-pick out of my shoe heel and into my palm. I turn to my guard.
“I can’t get up. Help me.”
“Why? It funny how you are on the ground.”
“Because if you don’t, we’ll be late for the transport I’m supposed to be on and you’ll be fired.”
“O.k. Come up.”
He bends over to grab me. That’s when I act. I slam my elbow into his gut and stand up quickly enough to grab behind his ears. I know that if I apply pressure at a specific point, it will take him 6 seconds to pass out or ten to die. I hold for seven. I disapprove of killing someone unless it’s necessary. I unlock the handcuffs and clip them to his wrists to slow him down when he wakes up. I search his pockets and find a wallet. A small amount of cash. Enough for a beer or two. I walk off, looking for a bar. With my incredible luck I find one crowded with those who don’t want to deal with the law and whom the law is scared shitless of. I sit a hidden booth with a beer. While i’m enjoying this I’ll tell you why I was just about to be deported to a maximum security prison on a forgotten rock in the heart of the galaxy.
I’m John Clusan, Thief extrodinaire. I decided to rebel against the mindless drudgery of everyday life and have fun on the outskirts of society 10 years ago, when I was fifteen. That’s when I buckled down and realized the best way to do this was to be a theif. Now as a thief I would have to be able to get past any kind of lock, so a trade as a locksmith suited me. I did so well at the examinations on it because everynight I practiced my trade. Of course, it helped pay for my room and board at the college. After I graduated with honours, I dropped off the radar. I actually snuck onto the nearest transport and got off that dirtball called a planet. I have been moving around the Celackian sector of the Galaxy, picking up money and a reputation wherever I go. I had been bumming around this backwater planet for several months keeping a low profile when my funds started running low. Now normally, I would hit a few well insured buisnesses, take some things and get out. The buisness would get the money back from the insurance company and the insurance company would take a milli-credit off of each share’s value. Nobody really gets hurt. However, because of the backwards-ness of this planet there was no insurance companies on this planet, so I decided to hit the one place that did have insurance. The governers mansion. Add to the fact that he also introduced a new tax which really cost me.
SoI break in, put the guards to sleep, steal several things from the manison. To prove that luck doesn’t like me at times, I grab a gold inlaid pen off the governer’s desk. This pen has a tracking beacon in it, so they will always know the governer is. Yesterday morning, I wake up, and examine the pen, and find the tracing device. That’s when I throw it out the window and rush to my bedroom to grab my always ready suitcase. I never get there. Next thing I know the cops come in and arrest me. I spend the night in the local jail and I was supposed to be deported to Fed-rex maximum security prison, which is hidden in the Rioche asteroid field. Not my idea of fun. The cab to the spaceport broke down, so my guard and me had to walk the rest of the way, when you joined the party.
I finish my beer and look around the room. In a corner there is a person who makes my heart jump. It’s a Celackian Psycho Rabbit. His hair is raised in a mohax and dyed bright blue as current fashion dictates. He has many piercings in his long ears. It would hurt alot because the ears are full of nerve endings. Normally this would not concern me but this rabbit was the cab driver. If he saw me, there was a good chance he would turn me in. I sneak out the front door of the bar and walk away. As I duck around the corner, I see him following me. This was getting bad. I turn around to see two of the bigest men in my life in front of me. I bolt. They follow me. Despite my efforts they manage to grab me and procede to bring me inside a cab
The cuff’s are bulldog crunchers, cheap and easy to pick. Just what I expected from a Celackian government outpost on a backwater planet. If I could get to the lock-pick concealed in my shoe heel, I would be in luck.
A cobble-stone from the road catched my foot and I go flying. I land on my face, and skid. The brute just stands there laughing at me. Despite my pain, the day is looking better and better. As I start getting to my feet, I slip the lock-pick out of my shoe heel and into my palm. I turn to my guard.
“I can’t get up. Help me.”
“Why? It funny how you are on the ground.”
“Because if you don’t, we’ll be late for the transport I’m supposed to be on and you’ll be fired.”
“O.k. Come up.”
He bends over to grab me. That’s when I act. I slam my elbow into his gut and stand up quickly enough to grab behind his ears. I know that if I apply pressure at a specific point, it will take him 6 seconds to pass out or ten to die. I hold for seven. I disapprove of killing someone unless it’s necessary. I unlock the handcuffs and clip them to his wrists to slow him down when he wakes up. I search his pockets and find a wallet. A small amount of cash. Enough for a beer or two. I walk off, looking for a bar. With my incredible luck I find one crowded with those who don’t want to deal with the law and whom the law is scared shitless of. I sit a hidden booth with a beer. While i’m enjoying this I’ll tell you why I was just about to be deported to a maximum security prison on a forgotten rock in the heart of the galaxy.
I’m John Clusan, Thief extrodinaire. I decided to rebel against the mindless drudgery of everyday life and have fun on the outskirts of society 10 years ago, when I was fifteen. That’s when I buckled down and realized the best way to do this was to be a theif. Now as a thief I would have to be able to get past any kind of lock, so a trade as a locksmith suited me. I did so well at the examinations on it because everynight I practiced my trade. Of course, it helped pay for my room and board at the college. After I graduated with honours, I dropped off the radar. I actually snuck onto the nearest transport and got off that dirtball called a planet. I have been moving around the Celackian sector of the Galaxy, picking up money and a reputation wherever I go. I had been bumming around this backwater planet for several months keeping a low profile when my funds started running low. Now normally, I would hit a few well insured buisnesses, take some things and get out. The buisness would get the money back from the insurance company and the insurance company would take a milli-credit off of each share’s value. Nobody really gets hurt. However, because of the backwards-ness of this planet there was no insurance companies on this planet, so I decided to hit the one place that did have insurance. The governers mansion. Add to the fact that he also introduced a new tax which really cost me.
SoI break in, put the guards to sleep, steal several things from the manison. To prove that luck doesn’t like me at times, I grab a gold inlaid pen off the governer’s desk. This pen has a tracking beacon in it, so they will always know the governer is. Yesterday morning, I wake up, and examine the pen, and find the tracing device. That’s when I throw it out the window and rush to my bedroom to grab my always ready suitcase. I never get there. Next thing I know the cops come in and arrest me. I spend the night in the local jail and I was supposed to be deported to Fed-rex maximum security prison, which is hidden in the Rioche asteroid field. Not my idea of fun. The cab to the spaceport broke down, so my guard and me had to walk the rest of the way, when you joined the party.
I finish my beer and look around the room. In a corner there is a person who makes my heart jump. It’s a Celackian Psycho Rabbit. His hair is raised in a mohax and dyed bright blue as current fashion dictates. He has many piercings in his long ears. It would hurt alot because the ears are full of nerve endings. Normally this would not concern me but this rabbit was the cab driver. If he saw me, there was a good chance he would turn me in. I sneak out the front door of the bar and walk away. As I duck around the corner, I see him following me. This was getting bad. I turn around to see two of the bigest men in my life in front of me. I bolt. They follow me. Despite my efforts they manage to grab me and procede to bring me inside a cab