Callin all (potential) heroes!

[tachyon]

Hey You!

Yes you, reading this ad in whatever newspaper, magazine or webpage you've got in front of you.
Looking for;
-Action?
-Adventure?
-Excitement?
-Credits?

Then We're Looking For YOU!

We are a small group of individuals from all walks of life who risk life and limb to defend the Earth -and sometimes other planets- from threats both internal and external. Right now our resources are stretched thin, so we're opening our doors to anyone willing to join us.
If you're interested meet us at the Tremorton Community Center car park @ 12pm this Saturday![/center]
[/i]

Tremorton Community Center,
12:36pm, Saturday...

The parking lot was totally deserted, despite it being a Saturday. With the Center undergoing renovations all the local sports clubs were meeting at Tremorton High's playing field. Even the renovators weren't there; they were only paid to work weekdays.
Also, nobody had turned out yet to apply for the ad. And neither had anyone who made the ad.

(So who's going to be first to arrive?
BTW, this is the thread I said I'd start to help anyone from Trem who wanted to join in here.)

[Jakob]

Jakob spotted a newspaper on the ground in front of the house. It remained untouched for the time Jakob had lived there. KPG has been dead for years now. His corpse in a sealed coffin somewhere in the basement. It was well-preserved, the way he told Jakob he wanted.

His attire over top his armor plating was old and yet to be replaced. At a distance, Jakob could be mistaken for a war vet turned homeless. Only difference is that he had no beard. A muzzle-like plate with vents, designed to protect the systems within the jaw.

His wide-brim fedora was nearly torn apart as well. Maybe he just never took the initiative to get some new threads.

Either way, it never impeded on his deep-down combat skill. A hundred and twenty-four years gives a guy a lot of time to practice what he was ultimately built for.

That's what people would see and figure if they saw Jakob walk out and pick up the newspaper. In the ads was one in regards to some kind of "Looking for bah blah blah? Looking for yadda? Looking for cool-ness? THEN CHECK DIS STUFF!"

This one was not something Jakob would deem incredibly sstupid for an instant. It asked for hero-type characters. Jakob looked back on adventures he had when KPG was still alive, and figured he could definitely use the excitement.

"Lets see... Tremorton Community Center... Car park...?" Jakob muttered to himself. "Too bad I don't drive... Ah well, they can't stop pedestrians."

He rolled up the paper and walked towards Downtown, tossing the paper in a random trash bin while he was at it. It wasn't long before he spotted the Community Center.

[tachyon]

It was relatively still and quiet. Only the city sounds of distant traffic and pigeons could be heard. But then there was a low rumble as overhead a small craft flew at the head of a long white contrail. It began a wide bank to the right before suddenly jerking left before leveling off. The noise of its engine grew louder, though it sounded like whoever was flying it couldn't decide what speed to leave it at.
As the shuttle flew low over the car park it could be clearly seen to jerk forward in leaps of ten meters at a time, before hovering and slowly descending to what would've been a perfect landing had the pilot not cut the engines too soon and dropped the last six feet.
The ship was around twelve meters long, had a slanted front, a pair of stubby wings, a short vertical flight surface, two top-mounted engines and stood on three landing struts. It was painted dull white with a sharks mouth around the front and bore an Argentinian flag and registration number on the tail. It also had a bumper sticker that read "Pilots; experts at smooth approaches." with a winking smiliey face.

[Jakob]

"Huh, better piloting job than I could do." Jakob muttered to himself as he climbed onto the roof of the car park. The cement roof was damaged by the drop-land, but otherwise remained intact.

[tachyon]

There was a loud 'clunk' sound as a portion of the ship's rear lowered to form a ramp. Two beings exited; one a tanned human teenage boy, the other was a tall, aburn-furred alien female with a head like a dog. Both wore clothes suggesting they had just flown from somewhere cold.
"Lo siento. Paré los motores demasiado pronto." said the student pilot.
"Es OK, Juan." said the alien, bending down to inspect the landing gear, "La lanzadera no se daña. Una atención más cercana de la paga siguiente del tiempo a su altitud."
Then, the alien noticed Jackob standing to one side. She gave a little wave to him and then turned to the boy.
"Tengo cierto negocio para tomar cuidado de. ¿Por qué usted no va pasa una cierta hora en ciudad?"
The kid nodded and walked off, and the alien strode over to Jackob.
"You here about the ad?" she asked.

[Jakob]

"Read about it. I was bored, so I figured why not." Jakob replied. It was true. It's been years since an actually exciting adventure.

[tachyon]

"Well, I hope you're not just some time-waster, because we do a lot of dangerous things."
She took off her heavy fur-linned jacket and dropped it on the ground. Underneath she wore a leather bomber jacket.
"We travel all across the planet and into space on a regular basis. We've made alotta people angry in the process too. You're going to get kicked, punched, thrown around and generally shot at, and when it's all done you might not even get thanked for it. Or paid. Thats why I teach people to fly in my spare time.
"But the bottom line is if you're going to work with us you gotta be tough and ready to take so regular punishment without whining about it later."
"Ke~ei," said the shuttle in a whiny English accent right at the worst possible moment, "can you come 'an check the landing gear? That tremendous pillock Juan came in too hard again..."
"Excuse me for one second..." said the alien as she went back into the ship. She emerged with what looked like a TV remote with a webcam on top.
"OK, well that's my dramtic speech down the toilet," she said, looking at the remote control-like robot, "but seriously we do get into a lot of dangerous situations, so I had to warn you."
She extended her hand.
"I'm Kei by the way. The annoying thing in my other hand is Gordon."
"Hullo." said Gordon.
"So, what's your name?"

[Jakob]

"Name's Jakob." Jakob simply replied. Though most of himself is covered by his old, all-but-destroyed coat, pants, and hat, it's easy to see that he had an armored exoskeleton. A keen eye can also see the grip of a sawn-off shotgun poking from a pocket on the inside, if they were too busy noticing the odd-looking sniper rifle slung on his back.

"You don't really need to worry about my reputation. I have practically none. Everyone I know already passed on or disappeared."

[tachyon]

Kei's ears flicked.
"I can understand that."
She walked back to throw her snow jacket into the hold.
"But I gotta be honest, this job isn't the best paying in the galaxy. Hell that's why we all got other jobs. I run a small flight school outa Puerto Williams, so small that this thing," she knocked on the side of the shuttle, "is the office, the classroom and the trainer."
"Won't be much of anything if we keep getting kids like our Juan there" lamented Gordon. Kei ignored him.
"And jobs aren't thick on the ground either. The professional merc companies get all the good jobs, and independant operators like us are left to fight over whatever's left. Heh, in fact most of our jobs so far have resulted from our own pasts comming back to haunt us... whats the chance the next one's to do with you, eh?"

[Jakob]

"Next to none. As I said, everyone I know is either dead or elsewhere. I also really don't have much to do with money, so I won't really need it," Jakob replied.

"So... Any jobs up at the moment?"

[tachyon]

"Nothing much," admitted Kei, "but that could change real quick. So have you got somewhere to stay? If you don't mind the cold you could come stay with me and Gordy, or here in Tremorton if Ash'll have you."

(sorry guys, been traveling around, got a cold ATM)

[Jakob]

Feb 5, 2009 15:32:18 GMT -5 tachyon said:

(sorry guys, been traveling around, got a cold ATM)

OOC: Whoa, there IS a bug going around.

IC: "Yeah, I got a home." Jakob said. "Over near the West side of Tremorton. Been living there since I got here."

[Jessie Winkler]

"Please don't do this, Jessie!"
"I have to. Jane wants me to do this," Jessie whispered solemnly, a serious stare in her eyes. Ever since her older sister was killed, Jessie felt like she was being given instructions by her. The young adult couldn't forgive herself. Jane had so much more to live for.
She never got a job and moved out of the house.
She never fell in love with a man and exchanged marriage vows.
She never had kids and watched them grow into young men and women...
She never had the chance.
Jessie had been wanting to avenge her sister for the longest time, and she felt like now was her chance.
She crumpled the newspaper page in her hand.
"Let's go Jacks."

[zoomer]

Where could Alex go? What was left for him? All he could do was return to Tremorton. He had been in space for several years, and had finally gotten a ship out of the strange planet's atmosphere....he had been stranded there for years, alone. He had changed. He was unsure if anybody would be left, as time would have moved differently for him....

****************

The escape pod landed in the car park, created a burning crater.

Alex, dented slightly, scratched, with some scorch marks and rust on his left shoulder, crawled from the wreckage.

He looked up to see Jakob.

"Hello. Been gone for a while. I'm back now....or so I think. How long was I gone, and how do I know you're not an illusion? Why am I asking you?....", he asked, shaking his head back and forth, unaware of the alien staring at him....or maybe he assumed she wasn't real, either.

[tachyon]

Kei looked at Alex, looked at the crater, looked at Jakob, and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle.
"Ooh, the YMCA is not going to like this..."
She turned back to the new arrival.
"Ok then, you here about the ad or did you-"
"Just feel like dropping in?" cut in Gordon.
"That was terrible, even for you Gordy."

((I've been stuck for 4 days in a hotel in the desert.))