Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[RaNDM G]

Of course. One moment please.

Hello Sir. I am calling on behalf of-

Sir, I represe-

I do not believe strong language is nece-

[color=violet]He hung up.[/color]

 

[Knife-28]

"Right well if nobody has any objections then I guess our next stop is Pietas. Knife, make it so." I say into the intercom.

 

[Saltarius]

"So are we going to meet up at any specific planet or what?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"I'm in the middle of a job. I'm being transferred to Megrel in a few days. Maybe there?"

 

[Saltarius]

"I'll make a note of it. So uh...anything you wanted to talk about?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Mmm... No. You?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Computer! Please contact the biggest government on earth and tell them why we're calling."

 

[Saltarius]

"Just something lingering in the back of my mind. A few things actually, chief among them being ah...the other Slick coming about."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Computer! Please contact the biggest government on earth and tell them why we're calling."

[color=violet]Of course. One moment please.[/color]

Hello Ambassador. I represent Corvette 227-AB, a Mall class vessel. With your permission, we would like to-

"Other Slick? There's only one Slick. And no one ever talks about him."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Fuck it! You're a fucking computer can't you hack through and get straight to them?"

 

[Saltarius]

"I meant because I ran that number on Gashog and...yeah. But apparently he's none too fond of me."

 

[RaNDM G]

[color=violet]I am sorry. Accessing heavily encrypted files is a strain on my resources. I could divert power from life support and respawning systems if you desire.[/color]

"Oh... Oh shit, you took his name?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"I really don't think that's a good idea, Artie. Salt's holding a phone full of explosives up to his head."

 

[Saltarius]

"In hindsight, bad decision. But it's the hell I have to pay, I guess. Speaking of which, way back when, why did you think me being a Knight was fitting?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Fuck no! Not knowing our bullshit. Just take us to earth already!"

 

[RaNDM G]

"I really don't think that's a good idea, Artie. Salt's holding a phone full of explosives up to his head."

Acknowledged. Thank you for clarifying.

"In hindsight, bad decision. But it's the hell I have to pay, I guess. Speaking of which, way back when, why did you think me being a Knight was fitting?"

"Because you're a wuss."

"Fuck no! Not knowing our bullshit. Just take us to earth already!"

I am sorry. I do not have permission to land or maintain orbit over planet Earth. If you desire, you may call the U.N. ambassadors yourself.

 

[Saltarius]

"...Say what now."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"FUCK BUREAUCRACY!" I phone the U.N.

 

[RaNDM G]

"...Say what now."

"Everywhere you go, you always end up shot, stabbed, blinded, burned, drunk, or dropped from orbit. You're like a punching bag."

"FUCK BUREAUCRACY!" I phone the U.N.

 

[Saltarius]

"That makes me a wuss? I seem to recall me beating the shit out of you twice."