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It's a Choose Your Own Adventure Quest Thread. Choices that are chosen are based on the one that is the most picked.
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The story follows 3 protagonists all on aboard one of the biggest Spaceship colonies in history, The Delivery :
[B]Rick Bishop[/B] a Private Detective dragged into the most important case of his career.
[B]Emilia Knight[/B] the Captain of The Delivery who tries her best to keep everything in order.
[B]Pawn #345[/B] A Robot living in an Organic world
The Protags: [URL]http://imgur.com/OH1ISBN[/URL]
Bishop Chapter 01-
Friday morning, I get myself out of bed and into the bathroom. The previous night had been a blur to me filled with drinking and the occasional smoke. Although was it any different from all my other nights? These days it's a mystery how I'm still kicking. But that's what I've always been good at , solving mysteries. Except this one is a mystery that doesn't want to be solved, like a beware dog sign that you don't heed till the Mutt jumps and bites your fingers off. The reflection in the mirror certainly wasn't a sight to behold, the bags under my eyes were dark this morning. I must have slept wrong.
The phone is ringing, I go to pick it up and check the Caller ID-it's the boss- if I don't pick it up now he'll chew my ass for the rest of the day
"Bishop here what do yah want?" I answer, these days the boss is too worked up on makin me file reports than solving cases.
"I need you to pack your bags kid, there's a missing persons case on a one of dos' Colony ships" Boss says, I've never liked traveling the prospect of going somewhere nice only to return to my shithole of an apartment has never been appealing to me.
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A. "Why the hell is it me that has to go?"[/B]
[B]B. "No way, I hate traveling"[/B]
[B]C. "Alright but this case better pay well"[/B]
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"Well the fuck is it me that has to go? You know how I feel about travelin' Boss" I said, I've been working my ass off for the past few months. I deserve a little break every now and then.
Even if that break consists of me drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Gin.
"Now quit yah whinin, I sending you and that's that, Unless you'd rather have no job eh smart-ass?" He threatened, if there's one thing the Boss has always been good at it. It's givin me Grief from hell and back
"Alright alright I'll do it, but it better damn pay well. Making me go out all the way there jesus" I said annoyed as I poured myself some Coffee. If there's one thing I love in the world besides women and booze
it's coffee
The blacker the better is how i take it. That first sip washes the hangover out of my head like a wave that picks up your trash after a bon fire at the beach. "Now don't you worry Bishop, you'll be payed handsomely. And I don't want to hear any complain', this is an easy job thats I don't even think you deserve you lazy sack a' crap" Boss man said with a slight cough or two, the man's gettin' old. Through the constant berating that I get from him and the already stressful career I've found myself in it's no wonder I look to the bottom of a beer bottle for solice.
"So when am I getting picked up?" I ask as I take a nice big stretch, my muscles have been cramped up for awhile now. That futon isn't exactly the most comfortable place to snooze on. "The Taxi will be pickin' yah up in about 2 hours so get yourself ready"
Ready? Jesus I haven't even put on pants yet I thought to myself "Alright I'll talk to you later then" I said as I hung up the phone and put on some clothes. I've been feeling particularly blue these past few days so I went with the Blue Peacoat today, easier to blend in. I lay all my supplies and tools out on the table now it's just a matter of choosin the right shit.
There's my Gun, 9 Milimeter pistol, nothin special. Only really ever used it to wound criminals and the occasional warning shot. But will I really need this during my trip?
Then there's the standard issue Jolly lazer pistol, not strong enough to kill anybody but real fuckin great for when you need to stun someone.
Fake ID and SpacePort, This'll get me into most of the higher up clubs and places in the colony. Great when you go undercover. Essential when traveling.
[B]D. "I'll take the Gun and the SpacePort, you never know what might happen in those ships" [/B]
[B]E. "I'll stick to the Jolly and the SpacePort, I ain't lookin to kill anybody in this trip"[/B]
[B]F. "I'll just take the SpacePort, I don't need guns I'm better with my talk"[/B]
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"I'd get in serious trouble if I took a real gun with me" I thought, better to be safe than sorry.
At around 5:56 the Taxi honked it's horn and I knew it was time for me to go, I got out and locked the door and entered the Cab. It reeked of Vomit and piss, the driver must have seen my expression because of what he said next "Yeah sorry about dat, a couple a' youngsters came in drunk last night and one of them puked and i fahgat to clean it up" he said spraying a canister of fragrance. "It's fine let's just get goin' how long is this going to take any how?" I asked trying to get my mind off the smell,
"We got 'bout an hour and a haff"He replied as we flew out of the curb and into traffic.
Terrific, nothing left to do but take a nap.
I awoke a couple minutes before we entered the Spaceship, let me tell yah it was one big sonofvabitch. When Earth became "inhabitable" for humans, that is, the rich ones anyway. They created these massive Spaceships to take yah from one planet to the next. 200 years ago that was a big deal, Rich and powerful familes used tah live on them. Then came the immigrants and other alien species and now it's a shit hole just like mother Earth, except this shithole is a lot smaller. I tipped the cabbie and go out. The smell of spices and local cuisine hung in the air, I was in the marker place.
You could buy anything around here, literally. Exotic fruits from other planets, prosititutes, drugs, I heard rumors of people buyin slaves too. I haven't got the full details on this missings persons case, I'm supposed to be meeting up with a Courier at the local precinct as I'm about to walk a bar catches my eye, The Childish Tycoon it was called and what do yah know it, free drinks for officers of the law. I'm sure with my skills I can charm a few drinks outta them.
[B]G. "I shouldn't waste time, I need to meet up with the Courier for my Case Files"[/B]
[B]H. "One drink wouldn't hurt, the Courier can wait for a minute or two"[/B]
[B]I. "Maybe I'll ask a local or two if there's anything interesting to do around here before I go"[/B]
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I stop by a food stand and motion to the cook. "What's there to do for fun 'round here?" I ask hoping he mentions Bars and Clubs. "Ah, so you ain't from around here huh? Well if you're lookin for a good time I'd suggest the SweetHoney, it's an undergrounn' club around 52nd grove. Be careful though, it ain't kind to new folks" He tells me as he's wipin the counter. I thank him and make my way to the local precinct, on my walk there I make sure to observe my surroundings .
Diversity doesn't go beyond what's in here. So many different species of aliens it's like an Anthropologists wet dream.
I arrived at the precinct, just but looking at it I can tell it's seen better days, I enter the main lobby and see a man patiently waiting at the bench with a bunch of files. That must be the courier I thought.
[B]J. "Hello you must be the Courier, Detective Bishop at your service"
K. "So you must but the Courier am I right? Name's Bishop"
L. "Hey kid, are those the files I need?"[/B]
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"So you must be the Courier am I right? Name's Bishop" I said as I reached in for a handshake . "O-oh Detective Bishop I'm g-glad you're here"He stutters as he goes in for a hand shake but drops the files all over the floor "O-oh dear I'm t-terribly sorry"He says scampering around the floor collecting all the files. This man on the floor is a bug like alien, basically a walking talking fly. I've met a bunch of them before, most end up being low wage workers. He hands me the packet "A teenage girl by the name of Laura Palmer was reported missing about 3 days ago by a fellow classmate" He informs "Classmate? Why would a classmate be the the one to report it? What about her family?" I ask befuddled as I review the notes,
Laura Palmer , 16 years of age
Species: faery
Skin: Green Eyes:Green
A faery you think to yourself, and one with a rather human name, that's particularly strange. They're basically humanoids creatures but with green skin, wings and bug-like eyes. Of course Faeries aren't allowed to keep their wings in Space Colony Ships so they get clipped when they arrive.
"W-well the girl doesn't really have a family you see. S-she lives in a foster home with a bunch of other alien children. Alien kids have an adoption rate of 2% on this colony so many of the H-homes are jam packed so it's no wonder she went unnoticed for days by the foster parents" He says, I remember that faery dames are regarded for the beauty, many of them turn to prostitution. The outcome of her safety doesn't look good to me.
Then again I've always been a pessimist
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M. "Thanks you've been a big help here's a tip"
N. "I appreciate the effort, I'll get on it as soon as possible"
O. "Jesus Christ man, no offense but you might wanna work on that stammering problem"
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