Post by Fraze on Jan 25, 2010 15:25:10 GMT -5
Hunty has finally kept one too may secrets from Fraze.
Fraze has finally passed one too many policies restricting the Pirates' movement.
And how will they deal with these issues in their relationship? Will they talk it over like the sensible, resourceful adults that they are?
...Well, maybe. But not until they've worked out some aggression by beating the snot out of one another.
The Setting: Spacefleet Storage Facility 3-B (Agricultural and Misc.)
(For those who don't know, Spacefleet has an extensive agricultural facility--primarily hydroponics--that produces a substantial portion of its food. Up until recently, the 'Fleet was kept a secret from the planet NTWF, so importing food from there would have been a bit conspicuous. And you dont want to know about interstellar bulk shipping rates.)
The Surroundings: Crates, crates, and more crates. The room is the size of a small warehouse, with a tall ceiling and crates stacked in rows of varying heights. A number of crates near the ground are open, either because they are being unloaded or because the fighters need convenient improvised weapons. The crates are all of uniform size, 1.2 meters to a side. Most of the crates hold agricultural equipment--long tubes for hydroponics, various electronics, water filters, bags of fertilizer, and so forth. One conspicuously-placed crate is full of cube-shaped watermelons. There is a balcony with a railing extending all the way across one of the walls, that can be reached either by a ladder leading up from the lower level or from a door leading out of the warehouse. The balcony is currently occupied by assorted people, mostly Pirates and 'Fleeters observing the fight. Santa is attending the ticket booth (Twenty shinies apiece for human adults and non-humans of all ages, ten for children thirteen and under, the little ones get in free. Two adults and one green-haired demon? Thank you very much, ma'am, and enjoy the--hey, wait--!), Bloody Mary is selling memorabilia and running a betting pool. (We've got souvenirs, souvenirs of all sorts! Keychains two shinies, mugs four shinies, bobbleheads seven shinies! A Hunty bobblehead? Coming right up, just a moment please...Fifteen shinies on Fraze winning in under eight posts with a broken rib? It's a long shot, sir, but today you might just be lucky.)
The Weapons: Fists, feet, teeth, and whatever improvised weapons the fighters can come up with. Neither one is bringing any outside weapons or armor to the fight.
((NOTE: Hunty and I decided before the fight that all shots would hit unless stated otherwise by the attacker. That means no "So-and-so aimed for that"/"such and such tried to hit with" and wait for the opponent to decide whether the attack made contact.
Also, feel free to place your bets, buy your commemorative keychains, mugs, and bobbleheads, and cheer on your favorite fighter. In other words, posting here is permitted as long as you don't interfere directly with the fight.))
The fight begins.
Fraze sees Hunty enter the storeroom. "Good of you to show up," he called. "Shall we dance?"
He looked around. To one side was an open crate with a clear, flexible plastic tube about ten feet long. Water was piped through these in the hydroponics bay. In another, nearby crate was a small pot. Fraze tied the end of the tube around the flowerpot to give it some mass. Once Hunty had chosen her weapons of choice, he spun the makeshift bola several times, releasing it in Huntress' direction. It wrapped around her knees, and he gave a sharp tug, tripping up the Pirate.
Fraze has finally passed one too many policies restricting the Pirates' movement.
And how will they deal with these issues in their relationship? Will they talk it over like the sensible, resourceful adults that they are?
...Well, maybe. But not until they've worked out some aggression by beating the snot out of one another.
The Setting: Spacefleet Storage Facility 3-B (Agricultural and Misc.)
(For those who don't know, Spacefleet has an extensive agricultural facility--primarily hydroponics--that produces a substantial portion of its food. Up until recently, the 'Fleet was kept a secret from the planet NTWF, so importing food from there would have been a bit conspicuous. And you dont want to know about interstellar bulk shipping rates.)
The Surroundings: Crates, crates, and more crates. The room is the size of a small warehouse, with a tall ceiling and crates stacked in rows of varying heights. A number of crates near the ground are open, either because they are being unloaded or because the fighters need convenient improvised weapons. The crates are all of uniform size, 1.2 meters to a side. Most of the crates hold agricultural equipment--long tubes for hydroponics, various electronics, water filters, bags of fertilizer, and so forth. One conspicuously-placed crate is full of cube-shaped watermelons. There is a balcony with a railing extending all the way across one of the walls, that can be reached either by a ladder leading up from the lower level or from a door leading out of the warehouse. The balcony is currently occupied by assorted people, mostly Pirates and 'Fleeters observing the fight. Santa is attending the ticket booth (Twenty shinies apiece for human adults and non-humans of all ages, ten for children thirteen and under, the little ones get in free. Two adults and one green-haired demon? Thank you very much, ma'am, and enjoy the--hey, wait--!), Bloody Mary is selling memorabilia and running a betting pool. (We've got souvenirs, souvenirs of all sorts! Keychains two shinies, mugs four shinies, bobbleheads seven shinies! A Hunty bobblehead? Coming right up, just a moment please...Fifteen shinies on Fraze winning in under eight posts with a broken rib? It's a long shot, sir, but today you might just be lucky.)
The Weapons: Fists, feet, teeth, and whatever improvised weapons the fighters can come up with. Neither one is bringing any outside weapons or armor to the fight.
((NOTE: Hunty and I decided before the fight that all shots would hit unless stated otherwise by the attacker. That means no "So-and-so aimed for that"/"such and such tried to hit with" and wait for the opponent to decide whether the attack made contact.
Also, feel free to place your bets, buy your commemorative keychains, mugs, and bobbleheads, and cheer on your favorite fighter. In other words, posting here is permitted as long as you don't interfere directly with the fight.))
The fight begins.
Fraze sees Hunty enter the storeroom. "Good of you to show up," he called. "Shall we dance?"
He looked around. To one side was an open crate with a clear, flexible plastic tube about ten feet long. Water was piped through these in the hydroponics bay. In another, nearby crate was a small pot. Fraze tied the end of the tube around the flowerpot to give it some mass. Once Hunty had chosen her weapons of choice, he spun the makeshift bola several times, releasing it in Huntress' direction. It wrapped around her knees, and he gave a sharp tug, tripping up the Pirate.
