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Futuristic Bonds That Are Forged

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Action, Adventure, AU, Romance, Slice of Life

Letsneverdothisagain2019

Po The Fat Master
David was sitting at a table in the food court of the large shopping center, subtly looking out for his targets. His team had received a communicae that the Brotherhood of Varro was picking up a package here today, in just a few minutes. The reports on the delivery boy were that he was of a sort of draconic species, adept at multitasking and quick on his feet. Unsurprising of such a species with so many natural weapons, he had some combat experience, essentially some small skirmishes on his runs. Many of his packages were those that most shippers would avoid, like those going to the slums. "Sev Ornil," David breathed out. "I hope you're ready."

M.O.S.E.S. was embedded around the mall, blending in with their surroundings. Since there were so many species in this sector of the galaxy, it was the perfect place to hide in plain sight. David spotted a few of his operatives as his eyes scanned the area. If their eyes met, neither he nor they acknowledged it. No nodding, no signals. Everything was pre-planned. The only way they'd engage in active field communication was if everything hit the fan. The only group that was communicating was the observation group stationed on an orbiting Galactic Federal Alliance (GFA) battle cruiser high above the planet.

Speaking of the planet, it was a backwater world called Axient IV with no indigenous sentient life except those that were born here after their parents emigrated. It had been colonized by the GFA a couple decades prior due to the rich deposits of Irridium and Phasphyte in its crust. Phasphyte was an ore that, once combined with steel, produced an all but unbreakable metal called Phasteel that was lighter than aluminum with an insanely high melting point. Plasma projectiles were useless against it. Phasteel was what made up M.O.S.E.S.'s entire armor suite, from the grunts all the way up to their ships.

A voice crackled in David's ear. "Hunter 1-6, this is Overwatch. Package has entered the building. Package has entered the building." David scratched his head, brushing the concealed earpiece behind his ear and hitting a button that confirmed the transmission. "Hunter squad, this is Overwatch. Hunter 1-6 confirmed mission. We are a go. I say again, Operation Fallen Pigeon is a go."

David watched as two of his operatives got up and walked toward the location of the shipper. Just as Sev rounded the corner near a beauty shop, one of the operatives, a Sergal, bumped into him. He 'accidentally' hit the package Sev was carrying, knocking it to the ground. "Oi! I'm sorry mate!" he said. "Please forgive the clumsiness there." His partner, a dark elf, shook her head as she used her spacial manipulation to switch Sev's box with a dummy, exact size, look and weight. the original popped into existence in the nearby GFA military installation cargo bay. "You'll have to forgive my husband," she said as she picked up the package, handing it to Sev. "Grimesol can be painfully oblivious sometimes."

"Oi! Fetalian! I ain't that clumsy!"

"Oh yes you are, dear," she said. 'Grimesol' and 'Fetalian' walked away as they continued to 'argue', leaving Sev with the dummy box.

@Roose Hurro
 
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Roose Hurro

Lovable Curmudgeon
Bump And Grind...


Sev would not have been happy knowing he'd been referred to as a "Fallen Pigeon". But then, not too happy about his present delivery. Yes, his entire business thrived on the fact he ran "sensitive" material... for anyone. These clients, though. They'd run him ragged just to get their "important package" into his hands. And sent him all the way to Axient IV. To a shopping mall. With a time limit not allowing for much rest. So, tired. Hungry. Get this done. Spend an hour in the shower, getting scrubbed clean, and just soaking in the warmth, to get all the kinks out. Eat until he couldn't any more...

... then sleep for twelve hours.

Sev didn't often find himself in such a state. Indeed, adept at multitasking. And quick on his feet. But still, he came around the beauty shop at the corner...

... BUMP...

So tired just that moment, his grip on the package slipped when the male sergal hit it just right. That instant after, alert! Ears forward. Mane ruffled. Quills, erect, and very sharp-tipped. A shiver ran up his spine. But an apology. A dark elf female returned his package to him... the sergal's wife. No raised eyebrow at that. His own "relations" not fussy about species. Though his Wanderlust had faded recently. Thoughts of Home... of Aurro.......

A nod-bow of thanks, as the two walked away. Left Sev with a toothy smile on his face. A warmth in his chest, as he took a deep breath, let it out, and continued on his way. No longer quite so tired. But still hungry.......

Well...

... While all this went on, a quite rare sight, a family... yes, families aren't all that rare, to be quite honest, but this one? Mother. Father. Two kits. All wearing nothing but fur, father walking on twos, shopping bag in hand. Mother, also on twos, holding a male infant. Toddler daughter in tow...

... "Dada!" Daughter, very bouncy and bright-eyed... "Where's a-we gonna goes to next?!"

"Dada" made a bee-line for the Starbucks, not that far from where David watched. He ordered hot coffee, dark and black. His mate ordered tea. Perhaps a bit strange, that his shopping bag held a coffee grinder. But Starbucks didn't carry everything related to coffee, more's the shame...

... "Hun, we're going here, first. Time for a break!" Two scones and a muffin were added to the coffee and tea, along with a glass of milk to go with "Hun's" muffin. And just by pure chance, they sat at a table right next to where David watched.......
 

Letsneverdothisagain2019

Po The Fat Master
As the carrier proceeded forward - thankfully oblivious to the switch - David watched him closely through a pair of glasses that showed him a camera feed from a lens on the side of said glasses. He heard something in his earpiece.

Overwatch to all units. Switch is good. I say again, switch is good. Observe and report. Out.

Now all M.O.S.E.S. had to do was wait for the delivery to commence. This entire mission hinged on two things: 1) The switch and 2) Praying that the Brotherhood of Varro didn't have a dark matter scanner. So far, their intelligence showed they didn't. But, the Brotherhood had gone dark for a week, and a lot can happen in a week. As the carrier moved forward, two humans moved out from the food court. Neither of them were M.O.S.E.S. agents.

Overwatch to all units. We have contact. I say again, we have contact. Stay alert, stay alive. Out.

David and his team watched carefully as a pistol was subtly produced and put in the Kah-Saun's back. "Don't make any funny moves and you won't die," the Brotherhood member whispered to Sev. "Follow my associate and there won't be any problems. Move." He poked the gun deeper into Sev's side. As they passed a curious onlooker, he said in a very flamboyant voice, "Oh honey, you know how much I love coming on your deliveries with you. Come on. Let's go somewhere private." The onlooker blushed and looked away, hurrying to get out of the awkward situation.

David scratched his nose and said into his mic embedded into his watch, "Do not lose them. Make a good tail."

"Roger," responded a Draconian as he got up to follow at a safe distance.

The two Brotherhood members led Sev into a private room in the utility hall behind the stores. The one behind him shoved him forward and held the pistol up at him. "Alright. Set the box down." Once Sev would comply, he nodded to his associate. Said human handed Sev a credit disc with a number on it. "That's the agreed-to-amount. Now get outta here." He waved with his pistol toward the door. The draconian had procured a janitor's uniform and was watching from around a corner, his natural chameleon-like camouflage keeping him hidden.
 

Roose Hurro

Lovable Curmudgeon
Good Tails...


Oblivious to the switch, perhaps. But not oblivious to everything. That bump, a clue that he'd been letting his guard down. Throughout this whole process, Sev had felt that tingle in his tail... no amount of "treasure" was worth this. He'd.......

....... whoever these humans were, they'd been very good. For just a very small moment, Sev felt inclined to just tear them in half, but... they were in a public place. So he played Good Boy, despite his armored underwear. Took everything in stride. From the taint on these two Souls, same as on those he'd made deal with, obvious they were here to pick up their package. Also obvious, from the gun in his back, in future, he needed to be more careful in his selection of clients.

Well...

... gun in his face now, again, no choice but to be nice. To set the box down. Accept his payment. Keep his mouth shut, no matter what choice words tempted his response. And yes, to "get outta here" when told to do so. Credit disc slipped into belt pouch.

Though soon as he moved out of sight, he drew his own pistol, concealed under his greatcoat. And kept all three eyes opened wide.......

Meanwhile.......

David may have been very good at his job. But, so busy focusing on Sev and this Varro business, he'd failed to consider the alien family sitting next to him had very large ears. That they might...

... "I's a-gots a very good tail! See?!" Bright young eyes focused on him, fur all fluffed up, energetic and innocent. Tail, held out for him to see... "An' a-you's a-must really like your watchy-watch, if you's a-talkin' to's it!"

Of course, this LIttle One wasn't the only one who looked David's way... "Hun's" parents also had their eyes and ears turned his way, mother, a warm smile, father, a broad, toothy grin...

... "Don't worry... we're not having any more kits for a while." Father's words, followed by a lick of amusement between all four nostrils.......
 

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