Someone Stole Sandor's Shoes!

[Shmibli7]

Kimber sighed and turned around and followed Sandor into the van. He wanted to hurt that beaver.

Kosovo and Solomon crowded into the back.

"Sandor." Kimber said. "I woke up this morning in a good mood. Now. What... The... Duravseņ' hell... Do you want these shoes back for?"

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Sandor looked back at Kimber, who sat behind him. He pointed his gun at him. "How about you stop asking questions or else I will eat your face? 'Kay? 'Kay!" He sat back in his regular position. "Punch it!" he said, moving his hand forward. Teresa turned and stared at him.

"The light's red," she said monotonously.

"Apparently, red lights are physical barriers now," replied Sandor.

"Yeah," said Teresa. "I don't wanna get caught, not when your cop buddy is in the same car as us." Sandor looked behind him, and saw Sven sitting in the back. He looked back at Teresa.

"Oh." He then glanced at the light, and noticed it was now green. "We're green!" Teresa looked up, and floored it.

[Naza Sutera]

Amelia watched as the minivan took off. At the beginning, she was scared, angry even. Now she was just confused. "Korben... What the hell just happened?"

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Alex happened," replied Korben, putting his Van der Sloop away as the minivan sped off down the street. "We should f-f-f-f-follow them. Alex is a g-g-g-good friend of m-m-m-m-mine. He saved my sk-sk-sk-sk-skin a few t-t-t-times. I should ret-t-t-t-turn the favor."

[Kurt]

One secound guns were out, another everyone was in a mini van. "There goes my badge." he thought silenlty to him self as they speed down the road. his rifle was still out. Turning it over he turned the disk on tje side and let it go, the nanites vanished under his skin as quickly as they appeared.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"I'm sorry we have to kindap you," apologized Sandor as he looked back to a befuddled Sven. "We had to go quickly before your friends in blue arrived to ruin the party." Teresa was chewing on a stick of bubble gum as she glanced in the rear view mirror.

"He looks cute, Alejandro," Teresa whispered to Sandor, who briefly looked in his direction. Sandor nodded. "You look cute, Cornerian!"

[Shmibli7]

Kimber scoffed and looked down at the floor.

He had no trust for many Cornerians, especially Cornerian law enforcement. He wondered how long it would take the police officer to find out his heritage.

Kosovo sat, laying back. He wondered about the policeman as well but wasn't afraid of him. He was only trying to make a difference... Even if Kosovo thought he was going about it the wrong way. The wolf thought about the 8.58 automatic pistol, that was against regulation, on his leg. He hoped the officer wouldn't notice. 

Solomon wasn't sure what to think of Sven. He only knew the abusive secret police of his home world. The Saurian wondered if Sven was any different.

"So, you are a police soldier, ýeì?" He asked him.

[Naza Sutera]

Amelia punched the pedal, taking off with tire-squealing fervor, inadvertently forgetting that she'd called the cops a couple of minutes ago.

"Where the hell am I following them to?"

[Kurt]

"Thanks?" he was a little worried about the your cute thing. "Yea, I'm SWAT. Sven, retired special forces. Nice to meet ya." he held out his hand.

[Shmibli7]

"Solomon. Physician." The Saurian replied. "Are you a native?"

"Oh, what does that matter?" Kimber yelled, still not looking at Sven.

 

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"I don't know," answered Korben honestly, staring at the gray Toyota Sienna. "I j-j-j-just hope th-that they d-d-d-d-don't get us into b-b-b-b-b-big trouble."

 

~~~

 

Sandor and Teresa glanced behind them, noticing the yelling made by Kimber.

 

~~~

 

Bohdan had put Salamon to sleep. Unfortunately, he had not bought a crib, so Salamon had to sleep in his infant carrier, which sat on the coffee table beside Sandor's shoes. Since it was Magyar, a tiny mobile of the Arpad System, the home solar system of the Magyars, hung over Salamon's head. Bohdan was watching television, although at a very low volume, with subtitles. Bohdan preferred watching television with subtitles, as he would often not understand what was being said. All of a sudden, a ringing emanated from his door. He turned his head and got up. Walking quietly, as he had taken off his boots, he approached the door and looked through the peephole. Bohdan noticed that it was Elizabeth, his friend. He opened the door via the monitor by the side.

"Hey, Theo---" she said with a regularly pitched voice. Bohdan placed his index finger on his snout. Elizabeth adjusted, lowering her voice. "What's wrong?" she whispered.

"Salamon is sleeping," Bohdan informed. Elizabeth stepped inside, and Bohdan closed the door behind her. She took off her shoes and walked to Salamon's cradle sitting on the coffee table. She sat down on the brown, large leather couch in front of the table.

"Why's the little guy here?" Elizabeth asked. Bohdan sat down beside her.

"Sandor has left him in my hands," said Bohdan, shrugging his shoulders. "I do not know why he would leave his own child."

"Nobody knows why Alex does even half of this crap," replied Elizabeth.

"And yet, we withstand his insanity," analyzed Bohdan. "Does this make us insane?"

"Probably," replied Elizabeth. The two of them chuckled quietly.

[Shmibli7]

Kimber gave Sandor a look of annoyance. This day had not been going great. His parole officer was probably ready to ship him back to Venom.

And why did Solomon want to know about Sven? Did he not know what the Cornerians did to outsiders for years?

[Kurt]

"Nope, born and raised on Fichina." he looked over to the one yelling "What's your issue man?"

[Shmibli7]

Kimber looked him in the eye, pointed at him, and said: "You."

Solomon looked back at Sven.  "Do not mind him. His past makes it... Difficult for him to trust really anybody."

Kimber simply laughed. He hated that Solomon pitied him. Yes, he didn't trust the Cornerian and his past did have to do with it but that was none of Solomon's business.

Kosovo sighed and looked straight forward.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Alright, play nice you guys," admonished Sandor. "There's some good money and an even better pair of shoes on the line here." Within a few moments, the minivan reached a small dive bar nestled within a green and white strip mall on the edge of the Seedot Residential Hi-rises and a major financial district containing offices for Macbeth-based companies, called Crassus Town. The bar, called Bottomless Bottles, was sat between a discount clothing store called Halley and a savings and loan office, Weston and Sons. Teresa drove the Sienna into the sparsely populated parking lot and stopped the vehicle in front of the bar, where there were only two other vehicles. She shifted the gear into park.

"Let's get a drink," she said.

"Again!" responded Sandor, opening the door and emerging from the gray sedan. Teresa placed her palm on the off monitor. After a few moments, the car turned off. She too emerged from the minivan and closed the door. Teresa rolled her eyes as she noticed Sandor leaving the front passenger door open, and walked over to the other side to close it.

[Shmibli7]

Kimber opened his door and walked outside towards the bar. Hopefully this time he would be able to acquire some temporal pleasure. Kosovo followed, and Solomon brought up the rear. As the trio entered the bar, both Kimber and Kosovo began analyzing who they would be coming into contact with. As they scanned the watering hole they had traveled to. Mercenaries. Kimber looked around for possible improvised weapons and Kosovo took his blaster off of safety.

Good. Maybe they won't ask. Kimber thought as he took a second attempt at getting a bottle of Venomian liquor.

Kosovo and Solomon  sat at one of the tables.

Edited February 22, 2016 by Shmibli7
Continuity.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

(Kurt told me he was going to be offline for a bit, so he gave me control of Sven.)

Sven slipped out of the van behind the Venomians and entered the bar. He surveyed the room: mercs. "Hmph. I bet these characters don't take too kindly to a boy in blue..." he wondered to himself. Some did not, as they stared at him suspiciously. He walked to the bar. "Gimme a beer," he said.

"You got it," replied the bartender. In almost no time at all, one beer was in Sven's hands. He began drinking.

Teresa's eyes widened upon seeing more open doors. She cussed as she closed them. Sandor, meanwhile, was already inside the bar, scoping out the scene. Some of the patrons were alerted to his armed presence, and watched him closely. The dark, smoky bar obscured his vision, so he decided to approach the bar. Suddenly, he caught sight of a silver fox and another figure sitting beside him. "Ohh!" he squealed, running to the fox. "You're so fluffy!" yelled Sandor, squeezing the fox's face and grasping his fur. He rubbed his feathers against this fox's silver and black fur. "So soft..." Teresa, now having entered the establishment, went to the bar to join her boyfriend.

"Alejandro, is that fur nice?" she asked.

"The nicest..." Sandor replied orgasmically. She rubbed the silver fox's fur with her hand, as well.

"That is nice!" Teresa commented. Meanwhile, Sven looked on as both Sandor and Teresa fondled a man's fur.

"Hey guys, keep it civil," warned Sven.

[SF Redd]

"Well we can't keep living like this without any income, Korr. We'll either have to accept an escort mission, or sell a ship. It's our only option." Sholt complained in his unmistakeable MacBeth accent.

"Hey, I've not seen those guys around here before. Have you?" Korr replied as he ignored Sholt's grievances. He discreetly pointed to a group of people that had walked into the bar. They didn't look like they belonged in a place such as this.

"Don't change the subje-" Sholt started, ignoring the group. He was forced to pay attention, however, when a strange man charged at their booth, his arm extended. Instinctively, the brothers both grabbed their blaster pistols on their legs and flicked the safety off. That was as far as those actions went, though as the man lightly grabbed Sholt's fur and started lightly stroking it. Before he could say anything, another person, a female sea otter, started doing the same. Before anything could progress, Sholt threw their arms off and stood up to grab the first man's arm and twist it ever so slightly backwards, with a strong grip. At the same time Korr stood up, pistol in hand, ready for anything. "Who are you and what do you want!?" Sholt questioned fiercely, almost angrily.

[Shmibli7]

"He wants you to help him find his shoes." Kimber said, half-drunken as the raccoon held a half empty bottle of Venomian liquor.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Yes!" answered Sandor, strained by the silver fox's grip on his arm. "My shoes are missing! Help me!!!" Meanwhile, Teresa had unholstered her two Pistoles, close quarters Zonessian-manufactured hand blasters that functioned more like compact shotguns. Two barrels, one laying on top of the other, made for rapid firing and rapid kills in very close quarters. She pointed both deadly weapons at the men's heads.

"Unhand my boyfriend, you fiends!" she ordered. Meanwhile, Sandor strained trying to inconspicuously reach the Sz. 17 he dropped when the fox grabbed his arm.

"Woah woah, guys, let's calm down a bit!" said Sven, grasping his blaster's pistol grip as he stood up from his stool and slowly approached Sandor and Teresa.

[SF Redd]

Sholt was confused. He looked down to see the strange man's avian feet. He made a facial gesture to match his confusion, but nevertheless released the man's arm. "May I remind you that you pair approached us?" Sholt said to the otter. Korr had his blaster aimed at the woman's head, although if she put her weapons away, so would he. "Do we look like the sort of people to help others find their shoes? Things like that don't put food on the table. Go find them yourselves, or buy a new pair!" Sholt said as he glanced at the brothers' fairly large bill from buying supplies. then back at the intruders.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Sandor, grumbling, took out a roll of 5000 credits from his front pocket to further persuade the furry gentlemen to join his cause. "Both of you get one of these if both of you say 'yes'," said Sandor. "Right now. And both of you also get another roll like this if I actually find my shoes. What do you say?" He grinned, hoping the money was good enough for them. Teresa raised her eyebrow.

"...Did you pay these Venomian characters as well?" she asked. "More importantly," she began, lowering her Pistoles, "did you pay me?" Now, she pointed them at Sandor's head.

Sven looked confused. Where did Sandor get the money from? This, and similar questions, would have to be asked later, as he had drinking to do. Sven returned to his seat, and kept sipping on his beer bottle. "I might need more to get me through those two, bartender," Sven notified. The bartender nodded, chuckling.

[SF Redd]

Korr lowered his pistol and turned to face Sholt. 20,000 credits was a lot of money. Three times what they could get get any escort mission. Was this guy serious? He was obviously insane, Korr reasoned in his mind. "Hey man, this guy may be a nut job, but that doesn't make his money any less valuable." Korr whispered to Sholt.

Sholt was wary. It was true that 20,000 credits was a lot, especially given the required task, however he was wary of this strange man. Something seemed off about him to Sholt, and he always listened to his gut. "I don't know man..." He replied. He looked across the group. It was indeed an odd ragtag band of people. Venomians, a Saurian, and a police officer. If there hadn't have been a police officer with the group, ensuring some sense of legitimacy, Sholt would likely have refused. "Alright, fine." He said so only Korr could hear him.

"Okay, we'll help you find your shoes." Korr agreed, disregarding the fact that his new employer had a blaster at his head, because the pointer had said that she was his girlfriend.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Sandor smiled like a fool. He handed them both a roll of 5000 credits. He also paid his Venomian friends, dinosaur, and the raggedy man in full, as well as his girlfriend, Teresa, who by now had holstered her weapons. He then spotted a very old jukebox lying against the wall. He skipped through the smoke-filled, dark bar and landed right in front of the glowing machine. He placed two coins in the machine, and selected "Higher Love" by Steve Winwood. The song began playing, and Winwood's spirit seemingly invaded and commandeered Sandor's body. He placed the barrel of his gun beside his snout, and after a few moments of the intro, Sandor began singing.

"Think about it, there must be higher love.
Down in the heart or in the stars above.
Without it, life is a wasted time,
Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine."

Now, Sandor had approached Teresa, still singing. She became enchanted by the song as well.

"Things look so bad everywhere,
In this whole world, what's fair?
We walk blind and we try to see.
Falling behind in what could be."

Sandor and Teresa, both grasping their weapons and using them as microphones, jumped on top of a vacant table to recite the chorus of the song.

"Bring me a higher love,
Bring me a higher love,
Bring me a higher love,
Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?"

They jumped down the table to continue the song, much to the dismay of every single patron in the bar. "Put three more beers on my tab," said Sven, finishing his first bottle.

"No problem," said the bartender.

 

(They're not done singing!!!)

[SF Redd]

The brothers watched the pair as they sang and danced around the bar full of hardcore criminals, mercenaries, and bounty hunters. In all their years of work, neither of them had ever seen anything this bizarre. They looked at the money they had received, wondering whether or not they had made the right choice by accepting, before pocketing the money.