11-20-2009, 09:24 AM
Cowboy's light freighter, Hellfire, landed quietly in a hangerbay on a planet he wasn't told the name to. All he was given was coordinates and a shipping manifest. All the items to go on his ship were highly illegal, and his ship was one of the fastest and most heavily armed since the legendary Millenium Falcon.
In all actuality, this wasn't the first Hellfire. It was the sixth. He lost the first five Hellfires to various things, from sabotage, to pirates, to simple age of the airframes. But this one was by far his most favorite. This one actually survived six months of use.
Cowboy stepped out of his vessel, into the unknown hanger bay, followed closely by his Cyborg co-pilot, Gears. Only Cowboy knew her real name, and she'd rip his arm off and beat him to death with it if he uttered it in her presence. She adopted the name Gears after the unfortunate circumstances where she lost her arm.
The two watched the labor droids go about their work, loading crates into the highly modified vessel, and refueling it for it's trip to another unnamed planet.
"...so, where to now?" Gears asked, turning to Cowboy.
"...coordinates are deep in Sith Space, so I have no clue. I just wanna get this shipment to them, get paid, and get out." Cowboy replied, thumbing the hilt of his slugthrower quietly.
"...lovely." She sighed, "another suicide run...if you make me lose an arm again, you're gonna be paying more than credits for it."
Cowboy chuckled to himself, "now, you know you like the toy I bought you..."
In all actuality, this wasn't the first Hellfire. It was the sixth. He lost the first five Hellfires to various things, from sabotage, to pirates, to simple age of the airframes. But this one was by far his most favorite. This one actually survived six months of use.
Cowboy stepped out of his vessel, into the unknown hanger bay, followed closely by his Cyborg co-pilot, Gears. Only Cowboy knew her real name, and she'd rip his arm off and beat him to death with it if he uttered it in her presence. She adopted the name Gears after the unfortunate circumstances where she lost her arm.
The two watched the labor droids go about their work, loading crates into the highly modified vessel, and refueling it for it's trip to another unnamed planet.
"...so, where to now?" Gears asked, turning to Cowboy.
"...coordinates are deep in Sith Space, so I have no clue. I just wanna get this shipment to them, get paid, and get out." Cowboy replied, thumbing the hilt of his slugthrower quietly.
"...lovely." She sighed, "another suicide run...if you make me lose an arm again, you're gonna be paying more than credits for it."
Cowboy chuckled to himself, "now, you know you like the toy I bought you..."
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
