Its been a month since the crazy ex incident and the crew has been steadily getting more jobs and better jobs after getting some decent rep. It seems low-pay was the way to go in order to get the not-so-listed higher-paying-yet-more-sane jobs.

Today, the job has brought the crew to Nurakot City, in Hojin on Barrak. A man there had hired the crew to bring him a certain type of flower from Tharia. Now that the crew is on Barrak, the client decided that since the crew was already here, to have them follow him to a destination in Nurakot with the flowers (and a few other things he has) so he can feel secure about the cargo being delivered without someone trying to pull a fast one on him en route.

So at the moment, the crew is away from their ship and riding in an armored vehicle. Un-armored vehicles are rare on Barrak, so it isn't anything to be alarmed about.

Kevin's in high spirits now that Juros is safe.  On the trip to Tharia he joked around about pirate bees or butterflies stealing nectarrr from flowers.  On Barak he smiles and bounces in his seat.

"Dude.  Always love Barakian road trips.  Hahah.  Always like, expect to exit the van into enemy fire!  Hah.  'Like, take cover, dude!  The honeybee pirates are upon us!'  'Nectarrrr!'  Hahahah!"

Hakkof is glad to be riding in a vehicle where he's not worried he will cause a hull breach by bumping his head on the ceiling.  "They would have to be very small pirates to be satisfied with this little nectar."

OOC: Useless Fact, BEES has ended up the Something Awful theme of choice in a few places such as EVE.  The joke/hoped for setup for Elite is Orange paint jobs, for the "Goon Tang Clan/Space Navigator's guild."

http://wideshanks.deviantart.c...-Navigator-124088206

This particular city isn't a tourist resort, so it is rare to see any non-Barrakians.

Nivi is just happily kicking her legs while looking at her data pad. "Nurakot City started out as a mining town, but had a lot of trouble with fringe bandits raiding it. The people of Nurakot soon learned all kinds of fighting tactics and the bandits who didn't die in the assault became the slaves of Nurakot's people." being blissian, Nivi half-choked on the word "die". "Since then, the city has thrived and they occasionally have reenactments of the day they took their freedom into their own hands."

Juros has a HUD visor and says, "In other words, just a normal barrakian city. I'm looking up a list of barrakian cities that have a history that involves slavery or banditry, it quite a list pops up. I also did a quick search for if there was such a thing as a barrakian establishment that didn't involve battle or strife... no such thing." he grins at Hakkof. "Your people sure are used to adversity, but keep rising to the challenge."

"Small but deadly," Kevin counters Hakkof before realizing what he just said sounds like a fart joke, "Hahahahah."

He reaches over to give Nivi a comforting shoulder-pat but knows anything he would have to say on the topic wouldn't cheer her up any.

"Woah, dude!  Hah.  like, radical gadget!  Hahahah.  Dude.  I want one!"

   "Rising from your fall is generally required if you want to punch somebody in the face...  Well, on Barak at least."  More surprised looks when a Barakian escapes an ankle lock from short people though.

Juros smirks at Kevin and says, "I'll see what I can do for ya, Kevin."

The crew arrives at a garage where the stuff is unloaded. The client transfers creds to their accounts. Then has them get back in the vehicle to be escorted out.

However, when the vehicle is opened, there are armed guards pointing weapons at the group.

"Like, thanks!" Kevin answered Juros.

He chuckled at Hakof's logic.  And sang a travel song on the return trip.  But when the armed guards point their guns, he holds his hands up in surrender.

"Like, woah!  Dudes.  We're totally like, not the bad dudes you must be looking for...  Like, you are law enforcement, right?  Like, delivering flowers isn't illegal, is it?"
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  Hakkof is not expecting some form of double cross just yet, if only because it would be impractical to pay people you plan hold up at gunpoint two minutes later.

  He remains sitting between his bunny employer and the guns, sorry dog and goat co-workers.  Hakkof is tempted to just slam the door on principle, armored car and all.  But the did just open the doors anyways.

The armed guards yell, "Get out of the vehicle! Now!"

Slamming the doors shut would only delay things anyway. Since the backside of the armored car is seperated from the driver side by a wall of metal. So it's not like the group could go anywhere.

Nivi says, "We don't have much choice, guys... let's comply."

Juros frowns and exits the vehicle.

"Wo-hoah, K, dudes," Kevin answers, lacing his fingers on top of his head in surrender as he exits the van, "Yeesh.  You'd think we'd like, insulted their families or something.  But like, at least they seem more sane than the last kidnapper.  So like, is it a bad sign when armed dudes yelling at us for no reason is like, more normal than what we're used to?"

  Hakkof was, admittedly, considering it more out of spite than any viable longterm tactics.

  "That's because it is normal, Kevin." It's crazy out there where less people yell and wave guns around for the hell of it.

  Hakkof leaves the vehicle so as to put off getting shot in the face for another few minutes.

The group is given bracelets with blinking lights, then led to some kind of cell made only of stone (it has a dirt floor). They seal the group inside and close the 3-inch steel door. However.. soon, a different door opens, letting some light in.

Just beyond is a hall filled with different kinds of melee weapons. There is a barrakian there and he says, "Before you all go charging at me, I'm a prisoner here just like you, OK?" he points to the bracelet on his wrist. It matches the ones the group is wearing.

When given them, Kevin checks out his bracelets.

"Like, thanks for the bling, dudes!" he called out to the captors as they left.

Kevin smiles and waves at the other guy, points at his own bracelet, then gives an aloha sight.  "They're like, all the rage, hah.  So like, I'm Kevin.  This is like, Juros, Nivi, and Hakkof.  What's your name dude?  And like, what's goin on around here?  Hahahah."

He moves to get a closer look at one of the weapons, check for traps, poke at it, etc.

   Hakkof looks for a serviceable blunt weapon, because sharp weapons never work in a childrens cartoon you usually don't have to spend time pulling them back out of your opponent...  Oh, and in case he is made to maim his co-workers for the entertainment of others, that too.

  "The plot twist would be a bored coalwren set this up.  They are properly appreciative of blunt trauma." Even if he thought paddles was kind of silly, he can't think of much in the way of Coalwren rowboats in what he recalls offhand of their history.

Posting for Tim:

The barrakian says, "My name is Nehjo. You have been put into the Fighting Pit; a place where captives like us are forced to fight. They might set you against each other. They might set you against large beasts. They might set you against other slaves."

Juros is annoyed at the weapons selection. "Of course. Weapons I can't use. Annoying proprietary, most-of-the-races-can-use-these weapons...."

Nivi says, "And if we refuse to fight?"

Nehjo says, "Then your opponent will likely kill you."
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"No way, like, the plot twist is that it was me who set it up!  Dun dun duuun!  Hahahah."

He shrugs at Juros.  "You and Nivi would prolly do better out running your opponents anyhow.  So like, anyone ever get outta this place and like, how'd they do it?"

He searches for a weapon that could be used to dig out.  Like a pick or something.

  "At least until they order us to fight eachother like he said.  I like you three enough to suggest it might be more interesting if you teamed up against me instead."  And then he would feel less bad for giving them a concussion!  A little.

  They are all so doomed if a blonde weapons loving weredrake is one of their opponents though.

Kevin finds a pick.

Some guards come. They look more like mech warriors. "Forward." is all one of them says, pointing in the direction of the arena.

Nivi and Juros go into the Arena. Nivi picked a polearm... the longest one.

Juros wound up picking nothing.

The opponent shows up in the arena. It is a barrakian in obvious gladiatorial gear.
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"Like, woah!  Check out the mech dudes!  Like, radical!  Hahahah."

Kevin follows along.  In the arena, he looks around for places to escape through or hide.  He then smiles and waves at the opponent.

"Hey there, dude!  Hah.  Name's Kevin!  Hahah.  This is Hakkof, Juros, and Nivi.  Hahahah.  We're like, flower delivery dudes!  Hahahahah!  So like, nice to meetcha!  Hah.  What's your name?"

  Oh, only one of them?.. Granted, Hakkof is also supposed to ensure his co-workers at not flattened so this could be more difficult than otherwise.

  "Remember to smile and wave to the crowd-" On that note, he checks for a visible audience, "After your opponent is on the ground bleeding."

OOC: I know you were thinking something more badass when you said 'look like mechwarriors'... But due to my own experiences in literal Mechwarrior/Battletech, this is what came to mind.
http://www.somethingawful.com/...tletech-art-1980s/8/
http://www.somethingawful.com/...letech-art-1980s/10/
Neeeeeeerd facts:  The guy in the tube vest from before the Inner Sphere rediscovered cooling suits, so to not die of heatstroke when mechs heat up they gotta wear no pants and cooling stuff along with their dorky neurohelmets

http://www.somethingawful.com/...warrior-magazine/11/
Some Neurohelmets more dorky than others.
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The gladiator doesn't respond to Kevin.

Juros says, "Chances are, this guy is just skilled enough to 'wet our appetite' for fighting. Get us into the groove of things."

Nivi twirls her polearm and says, "Juros, have you seen anything to indicate the crowd can hear us talking?"

Juros glances around. "If they do, it's hidden."

Nivi says, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I suppose..."

Nivi looks at the gladiator. "None of us want to hurt you or get hurt. I know you just met me, but if you trust me, I can get us all out of this fight alive."

The gladiator still doesn't respond.

The announcer says, "Fresh meat from the market! A barrakian! Working alongside a goat, a grenu, aaaaand a blissian! This first fight, we will see what this group is made of!" Cheers ensue.

Kevin smiles and waves at the crowd, followed by a handstand and an aloha sign.  When gladiator face ignores him and Nivi, Kevin shrugs.

"That like, went about as expected.  Hah.  So like, we should totally nick name him for our own convenience.  Hah.  Like, 'Silent but Deadly' comes to mind.  Hahahah."

  "Well, yes.  He could likely survive a mild skull fracture and then we all walk out of here alive."  He hefts his too light for his liking greatclub.

  "Or was your plan something more optimistic like nobody hits eachother and we escspe by killing our captors with boredom?"

Juros says, "Whatever your plan involved, it will have to involve knocking him out... I just noticed the guy has one of those annoying slave-circlets."

He's talking about the kind that literally turned Victor into a crazy.

The barrakian begins walking towards Nivi.

Kevin notices Nivi didn't explain her plan and is thankful.  He returns to standing, secretly holding on to a handful of dirt assuming there's dirt to be had.

"Like, you dudes are too radical to be boring.  Hahah.

"Dude's like, walking, not running.  Hah.  That was like, unexpected.  Hahah.  So like, if you're reluctant to hurt my friends, I totally appreciate it!  Hahahah."


He tries to maneuver to a spot where he'll able to toss dirt in the guy's face should he charge Nivi.

  Hakkof does the sensible thing (to him), and simply does that thing where you try to smash the other guy before they smash you.

  At the very least, he expects to be able to evade a counterattack reasonably well from a fellow barrakian, thematic outfit or not.

The gladiator evades the attack, having apparently seen it coming. He then swings back with his wooden club, now fully engaged in combat with Hakkof.

Nivi circles around, trying to get behind the gladiator.

Juros goes to the guy's left side, barking and being menacing to try and keep him from turning left.

Kevin tosses dirt at the opponents face the moment he starts to attack.  He then maneuvers opposite Juros to flank with him.  Kevin surreptitiously point-points at the spot behind the knees and winks at Juros.  He readies a called shot to the back of the right knee for when a good moment presents itself.

"Like, hang in there, Hakkof!"

  Hakkof keeps his mouth shut on the off chance he might end up with dirt in it (because why deal with that when you don't have to?).

  The arguably less crazy Barakian dodges the return swing, and expects just half assing things on somebody probably wired to keep fighting unless physically incapable will not turn out well for the rest of them.  Hopefully the antics of the shorter people make that easier to accomplish.

  In another setting, Matt hungers for smashing kneecaps for some reason.

When the barrakian sees he is surrounded, he swings his club 360 degrees in an attempt to hit everyone! His attempt doesn't seem as dedicated as one might expect, his attack movements being a little slow.

But when Kevin blinds the barrakian with dirt, Hakkof has an opening to hit the guy anywhere he wants. Though with Nivi diving towards Hakkof from between the enemy's legs, probably best to hit the guy ABOVE the crotch. It becomes clear why Nivi is doing what she's doing, though, as she takes her polearm to the backs of the guy's knees while charging forward. She is clearly going for a knockdown.

Kevin kachings that his dirt-to-face attack worked.

"Woah!"

Kevin is forced to jump out of the way of the gladiator's 360 attack, making him abandon his own next attack.  He chalks up the half-heartedness as reluctance to hurt a cute Blissian lady but thinks better of drawing any attention to that.

"360!  Dude means business!"

He crouches down in a three point football linebacker stance, ready to tackle Nivi after her her attack...  Better that than her getting smushed under big, heavy Barakian after she topples him.

  Hakkof is thankful for the easy to avoid swing.  So thankful he's going to try and give them a concussion as gently as possible (Hint, not very) with his own club if Nivi is successful in tripping them.

Nivi's trip is successful and the guy lands on his back!

Kevin's readied leap winds up with a bunny in his arms.

Hakkof succeeds in hitting the downed barrakian. Who, of course, does not go unconscious and swings his axe at Hakkof a LOT faster than before.

"I like, haz a bunneh!" Kevin cheers, "Like, radical move, Nivi!"

He sets her back on her feet.

"Like I never guessed taking this job we'd like, wind up being gladiators!"

He rushes over to try and strike the grounded Barakian's weapon in an attempt to break it or knock it out of the guy's hand.

"Dude!  Did you notice I'm like, swinging' at your weapon and not your face?!  You haven't like, hurt any of my friends so I like, totally don't want to kill you!"

  Hakkof is more surprised the club is now an axe, which results in getting a slice across his leg as he backs off.

  "You may want to step back to avoid splashage" He says, as ops to treat the gladiator's head like a game of whak-a-mole... Is that culturally insensitive in a setting with lots of animal people?

That's twice now that Hakkof should have given a guy a concussion. Buuuut Hakkof also knows most of his own kind just don't go down in a few hits. Even hard hits with hard objects. The bright side is, neither will Hakkof. The downside is this means Hakkof will probably endure more pain in this fight than anyone else would have before going down. IF he goes down.

Nivi smiles briefly as her moves were complimented, but goes right back to worry when she sees Hakkof get sliced. "Oh no! Hakkof!"

Juros growls as the gladiator stands again quickly. Juros charges the barrakian and gets kicked aside for his efforts! Juros lets out a puppy yelp and goes flying several feet before rolling on the ground. "Juros!"

The gladiator has not spoken. Nor will he speak. So Kevin's question goes unanswered.

Kevin quickly realizes things just got serious and stops talking.  He quickly lunges back to try and take advantage of the gladiator standing one leg - he having just kicked a puppy and all - and swings the sharp end of his pick at the spot he knows from experience to be one of the hardest to keep from harm's way: the dude's butt.

Dude! he thinks, Picking his butt!
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  Fights between Barrakians, even without crazy tech, is often a bit like watching rockem sokem robots with the heads glued in place, yes.  He doesn't bother sparing a glance for Juros, because as rude as it is it means taking attention away from the gladiator.

  'Well, brain damage is already a given for this guy. Might as well see if I can add to it' New target, hitting the slave circlet as hard and often as possible.  He's not expecting this to make them snap out of it so much as hopping they spend more time drooling than fighting as a result.

The barrakian gets a pick to the butt, followed by a hit to the head. He falls again and grunts in pain when he lands on his butt. Hakkof and Kevin can see the slave headband is sparking a bit.

Nivi winces from the violence, but says, "Good thought, Hakkof! If we can free him of the mind control, maybe he'll be reasonable and surrender rather than die!"

Juros struggles to get up. That kick hurt and frankly, Juros is not built to take kicks from barrakians. He's a techy (albeit a decently fit one), not a wrestlemania champ.

Yup.  That's how it goes.  Sharp pain in the butt, then you fall on it.  Ouch.  Kevin quickly hops back out of the gladiator's reach then turns his left side to Nivi to block her view of his pick.  He rubs it in the dirt to wipe off the blood, keeping an eye on the gladiator.

"Like, you gunna be ok, Juros?  Don't answer that if it like, hurts to breathe."

He's seen dudes walk away from some pretty spectacular wipe-outs, so Juroas might be ok.

  Free them? oh, right.  "Yes, that is exactly my plan." smooth cover.  Try to bash the gladiator in the head in a non incriminating manner Hakkof.

  He understands the concern over Juros, other species are wusses by comparison after all.

After another hit to the head, the circlet breaks and the barrakian falls. He doesn't get right back up. "Hold on! I surrender! I heard everything you said, but couldn't respond or do anything!"

Meanwhile, Juros just coughs up some blood and weakly says, "...ow"

Nivi is still on guard, but slowly backs up towards Juros.

The crowd is excited and hollering loudly, many showing thumbs-down. A voice comes over a loudspeaker. "Looks like the crowd is asking for the victor to kill the loser!"

There's also the fact that Hakkof never so much as said, "Ow," much less cough up blood.

"Like, seriously?  Blissian group.  Like, not going to kill the dude.  Duh!  We got people who need patched up!"

Kevin heads over to Juros.  "Like, hang in there, buddy."

  Which is why the not barrakian is a wuss.  If Hakkof was the one coughing up blood then he'd be the wuus, It's science.

  Hakkof picks up the fallen axe, and says "This may seem  in poor taste to ask a Blissian, but shall I appease the crowd?"

Nivi yells over at Hakkof, "Of COURSE not! See that he doesn't bleed out! I'll be working on Juros!" and with that, she gets to work on Juros.

The crowd boos. "At this time, we would like to remind the gladiators that they have shock collars on."

Juros gets shocked and yelps like a puppy!

Kevin isn't quite sure what to do.  He's so used to being a crowd pleaser, the thought never entered his mind that he'd ever want to flip off his audience.  Today has been full of surprises.  Then he remembers a concert he went to once where the aucience cheered for being insulted.

He raises his pick triumphantly and shouts, "YOU BUTTHOLES LIKE, WANT TO SEE BLOOD?!"

Pause for effect, "YOU LIKE, WUNNA SEE DEATH!?"

Short pause, "THEN LIKE, LET'S SEE THE COWARD WITH THE SHOCK COLLAR BUTTON COME HERE AND FACE ME!  OR LIKE, PUSH MY BUTTON TO PROVE WHAT A SISSY HE IS!!"

More triumphant posing for the crowd.

  "Yes, Nivi.  Looks like you get to live, maybe.  Duration is up in the air right now."  Still, he goes to apply pressure of a less violent manner.

  Ah, it seems Kevin is wise in the ways of The Spite subcategories, much more strong than the morality of Good vs Bad to so many.  LOOKING Good vs looking bad.  (See also, Paragon Vs Renegade).

  Wait a minute, Hakkof has a moment of intelligence.  "Kevin, that is probably going to work.  Because we're on Barrak."  Mystery mans probably has a resemblance to the gladiator and Hakkoff, in being red, horned, and able to snap you like a slim jim.

Hakkof was right.

Out of a door comes some extra-built, extra-tough looking Korshare. His horns stretch out a good 8 inches each and his skin looks blood red. He is wearing some kind of street gang outfit; worn baggy pants, biker boots, tank top, and a studded leather vest. On his left bicep is a tattoo of the Barrakian moon. On his right bicep is a tattoo of the sun.

He tilts his head one way and then the other to cause neck cracks. Then flexes his fingers to cause more cracks. The crowd is cheering wildly.

Nivi is eyeing the doorway from which the guy came. Nivi asides to Juros, "Juros... are you able to walk?"

Juros says, "Should be..."

Hakkof is barely able to stabilize the downed, surrendering barrakian. The surrendered barrakian, glances at the guy who just showed up, then back to Hakkof. He says quietly, but clearly, "I gotta warn you... you gotta hit harder than ever just to make this guy notice. If you and your cutesy, fluffy friends want out of here, your best hope is for me to distract him while you flee."

Kevin smiled and wiggled an aloha sign in response to Hakof's affirmation, but is still shocked that his taunt worked on both the crowd and thug face - even if this is Barrak.

"Woahoah!  I'm like, impressed!"

He walks slowly around to draw the thug's field of view away from Juros and the others, trying to hide that he's nervous with a grin.

"Let's not like, bore the crowd with a fight between you and a flower delivery dude less than half your weight.  Nah I got a challenge in mind that'd take guts no matter your size - last dude standing wins!"

He addresses the crowd, "LIKE, HOW 'BOUT IT, YOU BLOODTHIRSTY MANIACS?!  WANNA LIKE, DRAW SOME BLOOD WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR A CHANGE?!  WELL LIKE, FIND THE DEADLIEST THINGS YOU CAN LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON TO THROW AT THE BOTH OF US!  ROCKS!  KNIVES!  CHAIRS!  THAT OBNOXIOUS DUDE BLOCKING YOUR VIEW!  IF LEATHER VEST HERE DOESN'T WIMP OUT, WE'RE TAKING YOU ALL ON!"

Here's hoping this'll be enough distraction for the others to escape.  Kevin's counting on his quick reflexes to keep him alive long enough to follow them out.

  "Well, I do have your axe instead of a club now.  Running won't change the fact we have collars though." rated PG approved violence didn't work out with the club anyways, so not like using a sharp object would be less effective.

  Either way, he should probably be the last to run.  Arguably this is the sort of thing he's here for, and it would look really bad if he ran away while Juros was bleeding on the ground.

  "Perhaps if we are lucky, they will toss us some roasted nuts in the process."

The crowd just makes noises, none of them taking Kevin up on his offer. At least one thing is still consistent in the galaxy: Most people enjoy watching OTHERS get hurt as long as it isn't themselves. Even Barrakians.

Nivi and Juros flee for the place the button man came from. Button man presses a button and Nivi and Juros flop unconscious. Then he yells, "You see that?!" only his voice is heard over the speakers. "The goat is just calling people out in order to RUN!" he looks towards Kevin. "Nice try. But we have been doing this for a very long time and you would not be the first to try this very thing."

He presses a button and Kevin and Hakkof.. do not go unconscious! However, they each hear a recorded voice of Juros saying, "Act unconscious now." coming from their collars.

Kevin sooo wants to over-act his defeat.  Or like, pretend he's so tough he stays conscious just long enough to get out one last taunt.  But that would like, totally risk casting suspicion on the radical plan Juros cooked up.  How did he disable the collars?!  Dude.  Awesome!

Kevin collapses exactly like the other two did.

The only thing Recoome sells, is merchandise-wait, wrong big muscle alien.

Hakkof feigns unconsciousness with the bored efficiency of one used to remaining silent and unmoving, if admittedly those jobs also involved more standing and looming than being splot on the ground.

The button man grabs the PC's and drags them off, out of the arena. The moment they are out of sight of the arena, Juros says, "Now!" and bites the guy on the leg!

Nivi unbuckles the guy's pants as fast as she can, causing his pants to fall to his knees!

It worked against the last guy, so Kevin goes for a hard hit to the back of Button Man's knees!

"Like, surprise!"

  Some days, Hakkof loves living in a rated PG universe.

  On that note, you're allowed to kick people in the groin in a rated PG setting.  As Hakkof demonstrates one such attempt of.  Shame there won't be a laugh track to go along with it.

Well yeah. PG doesn't mean Scooby Doo. XD

The guy is gang beaten to where Juros gets the guy's taser and zaps the guy. It is barrakian grade, so it gives enough juice to knock the guy out with one zap.

A quick search of the guy reveals keys; keys for the shock collars and keys for getting out of here.

Juros says, "Soon as we get safely away, we have got to find a place to relax..."

Nivi says, "Good job, everyone. Be on your toes... there are probably a few unforeseen obstacles on the way out."

"Hahahahahahahahah!"

(Who says there won't be a laugh track?)

"Like, nice one, Hakkof!"

Kevin is quick to remove shock collars off people and will put Hakkof's on Trigger Man's neck and break the key off inside if he gets the chance.  Then nabes the trigger, nodding to Nivi.

"Like totally!

"Dude, you're like, totally my hero, Juros!  You like, totally saved the day!"

He offers a high five!

  Oh Kevin, we knew Nivi hired you for a reason.  Outside of being XTREEME 90s.

  "This is why I only make harmless jokes about nerds instead of having actual dislike for them.  Though shoving people into lockers has turned out to be a practical job skill more often than reasonable."

Juros is blushing about all the acknowledgement, and gives Kevin a high-paw. Yes his tail has a hand at the end, what of it? "Thanks guys. But we're not out yet."

Nivi was right, though. Just around the corner, the group can hear footsteps coming closer.

Nivi looks around, spots a utility closet and points at it before rushing to it and hiding.

Juros follows and hides with her.

Kevin thumbs-ups at Nivi's silent suggestion, his pinky sticking out out of force of habit, and heads into the closet.  Once inside he immediately begins looking for ye olde "avoid contact with eyes" cleaning supplies..  Just in case Juros's new taser isn't enough to one-shot the badguy for whatever reason.

  Kevin's common sense is why Hakkof invested in protective eyewear.  Though on that note, on go ze goggles (That do something) as he shoves himself into the storage closet with the rest.

And it works! The guards walk past the place and go their merry way! Metal Gear Solid tactics are go!

Once she is sure the guards have passed, Nivi exits the closet and continues heading away from the arena door. There HAS to be some computer room Juros can access to find a way out of here before alarms get raised...

Lucky for the group, it is only a matter of minutes before Juros finds such a room and hacks the computers to find a map layout of the place and soon after that, the commands for releasing prisoners and such.

A few button pushes later and everywhere but the team's pathway out of here is blocked off while the prisoner's doors are also opened.

The team is able to make it out of the arena complex without any issue and even find a vehicle! Juros grins mischievously and hotwires the thing before letting Hakkof take the wheel. After all, it IS designed for barrakians.

"Like, yay for not having to fight more Barakians!  And free cleaning supplies!  And radical eye wear!  And like, amazing hackers who totally win at life!  Thanks again for like, saving the day, Juros!  I should like, get you a case of ice cold sponsor beverage, hahahahahahahah!"

He motions like he's dumping a cooler on Juros, "Imaginary cooler dump for the MVP, hahahahah!"

  Yeah, even though Juros could reach the controls and pedals at the same time, there is still that matter of seeing where they are going.  So he gets to driving.

  "Can you believe some people consider a small bucket of that a challenge, instead of a victory reward?  Still, I am starting to become concerned with our luck with jobs.  We have to turn around because of a Forest Of Doom.  Then a letter delivery gets someone kidnapped.  Flower delivery gets us all thrown into a gladiatorial pit.  At this rate, catering for a small child's birthday party will incite a civil war."

OOC: Silly Q. Ground or air vehicle? I'm assuming ground.

Assumption confirmed: Ground vehicle.

Juros is blushing and then winces again and collapses. "Man that smarts... but thanks, Kevin. Nice words. Ow."

Nivi says, "We have got to get to a hospital as soon as possible."

Nivi sighs and glances to Hakkof. "I agree, Hakkof... as soon as we get Juros fixed up and get ourselves off this planet, I'm going to officially disband. Clearly... this was a venture not meant for me. And my attempts to get you all some form of paying job have only met with serious and deadly danger. We barely have enough money to eat and at the cost of getting hurt."
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Kevin smiles at Hakkof's bucket comment and nods. "And like, sometimes it's both a reward and challenge!  Hahah.  Fun times."

He nods to Juros and aloha-signs with a smile.  "Like, credit where it's totally due, dude.  You've totally earned some chill time, so like, take it easy, dude."

To Nivi he headshakes, "Dude, like, no way!  Murphey's been gunning for us hardcore but we've like, pulled together and survived through radical teamwork!  Can you imagine just how doomed we'd be by now if we like, didn't have each other to rely on?  Like, woah!  So like, the last thing The Extreme Delivery Dudes should do right now is disband."

He suspects it's Juros specifically who's jinxed, but he's not going to say anything.  That's the last thing the dude needs to hear and he might just try and leave for the sake of the team.  Which would only lead to another rescue mission.
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  "I suppose at the very least, it would be hard to find a job with as pleasant an employer.  The worst part about these jobs would have happened anyways."  He is trying hard to not just outright agree with Nivi, considering most jobs he worries about getting shot at tend to clear up by shooting those problems instead.

Nivi says, "I don't doubt we helped each other, Kevin. But wouldn't have had to if we hadn't gone on these ventures in the first place."

Juros says, "I refuse... to give in. You disband, know that I will continue to try to find that job for us on my own if I have to. And if my luck continues, I will die or worse without your help."

There is that infamous Grenu defiance.

Nivi says, "You shouldn't guilt people into doing what you want, Juros. But we'll talk about this more after you've been patched up. OK?"

"Hahahahahahahah.  Like, Juros has gone to holding himself hostage, dudes!  Like, don't worry, Juros.  Like Nivi said, no one's disbanding while you're recovering, dude.  And like, totally appreciate you being willing to risk your life to get me a job and all, but like, you're gunna get me all choked up with your super-hero level selflessness.  Hah."

To Nivi he smiles and nods, "Like, totally agree with Hakof!  Hahah.  You're like, the most radical boss lady I've ever had!  Hahahah.  And like, he's totally right that bad stuff like, totally happens either way.  Hah."

  Oh Spite, our old friend.  You have found a good doggy.

  "Juros, do you really think you are incompetent enough to get killed taking more delivery jobs without us?  Because that's what it sounds like you are saying if the end result is 'and then I die'.  Instead of 'and then I put their own slave collar on them'"

  Well, uh... At least Hakkoff is trying to be encouraging? We think.

Juros looks up at Hakkof, gives him a weirded out expression, and says, "If getting beaten to death by traps, a slave trade, a Barrakian fighting arena, or a creepy cursed forest is considered incompetent in any shape or form, I think you need to re-read the dictionary." Juros is still a nerd first, after all. "But yes. I am saying I would die from all that if alone... though when you mention me putting my slave collar on my slaver, that does kinda make me sound cool, doesn't it?"

Nivi says, "Thanks for everything guys."

The group arrives at a hospital!

"Hahahah.  Like, Juros has like, found that radical zone where you know you're awesome, but like, not invincible!  Hahah.  Dude!  We should like, make a movie about our adventures then like, retire on the royalties!  Hahahahahahah!"

At the hospital he gives the desk person a quick run-down of the injuries.  "So like, it is illegal to kidnap and severely injure people, right?  Should I like, use your phone to call the police?"

  "Juros, we just left where my local dictionary lists for the definition of 'entertainment'.  So I would assume you be thankful I didn't spend a lot of time reading it."

  Hakkoff drops people off at the proper entrance then parks properly.  Soon after showing up in person.  "We are still moving under our own power, this isn't severely injured."  See previous comments about local dictionary.

Juros responds to Kevin. "Not invincible is right... awesome? ...hmm, yeah." he gives a goofy grin.

To Hakkof, Juros says, "I don't *feel* like it is anything severe like internal bleeding. But that's up to the doctor to figure out."

The nurse (a female barrakian) listening to Kevin is annoyed and says, "What do you take us for?! Barbarians?! Of course kidnapping and injuring people is illegal!"

She waves a hand to some other barrakians, who grab Juros and take him into a back room while she has Kevin, Nivi and Hakkof fill out paperwork.

Meanwhile, another barrakian calls the police.
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"Hahahah.  Bad dictionary, dude."

Kevin of course thanks Hakkof for the front door service.  He headshakes at the not severely injured comment.  "Dude!  Like, totally bad dictionary!"

He thumbs at Hakkof and explains to the nurse, "Like, he would be part of why I wasn't sure.  And then there's like, delivering flowers one minute, the next like, fighting for survival in a gladiatorial arena for the entertainment of a huge crowd.  So like, from our experience, helpful babes like you have totally been the exception to the rule.  So like, thanks!  Hahahah."

  Barrakians still totally dress like Barbarians though, because it's cool.

  "You make it sound like I wasn't kidnapped too, Kevin."  Though he IS the one who drove the stolen car, (That Juros hotwired) maybe that's where Kevin is getting his expectations from?

  Regarding paperwork progress, he puts his pain rating as the just sort of annoyed face.

Batsignal spins towards viewer and then away.

Next scene, all 4 of the group are checked, aided, and released. Juros takes a little longer because he was the most injured (what? Hakkof is tough!) but Hakkof is also a bit more injured than Hakkof likely expected.

Either way, all of them are told to take it easy, but Juros is released with some kind of special elastic brace wrapped around his ribs. "According to the doc, I had some internal damage, but they were able to fix it... and I had a broken rib and two cracked ribs. But they fixed that also. They said I'll have to not do anything strenuous for a week, but after that, their medications should have it fully healed by then."

"No way, dude!  Hahah.  Like, your the one going, 'Totally not serious injuries,' and like, 'Kidnapped?  Hah!  That was like, entertainment!'  Hahahah.  So like, I'm wondering what it takes to count as a real crime in in Macholand.  'Like, complaining about a little booboo like broken ribs is totally a crime, dude.  Duh!'  Well like, I totally pity the fool that crosses Hakkof...  No wait...  Like, totally don't pity that shock collar button pressing loser!  Hahahah!

"Like, radical, Juros!  Hah.  Totally stoked to hear you'll be gettin' better soon, dude!  Hahah.  This like, totally calls for a celebration!  So like, what's your fave food joint, dude?"

  Hakkof totally isn't suffering the aftereffects of overcompensating for years before he settled down.  That would be crazy.

  "We could get take out and buy an oversized stain resistant pillow, but I doubt booth seating is too strenuous."

Juros says, "Until we can get off world, I defer to the locals. Maybe Hakkof knows a popular restaurant."

After a recommendation from Hakkof, Nivi and Juros head off with Kevin and Hakkof to get food. The food is primarily meat, but includes a little bit of veggie on the side.

Nivi says, "Alright... so instead of waiting until we're off planet... shall we discuss our future here while eating?"

Kevin chows down on the yummy food.  "Like, great pick, Hakkof!  Hah."

He considers Nivi's question.  "I think we should like, go to the news, dudes.  Hahah.  Like, we've been through so much gnarly stuff, they could make a movie out us if word got out.  After that, we should like, do endorsements and junk.  Hah.

"'Like, I use Spotless Brand cleaner for those Extreeeme stains!'  Hahahahah!"

  "Unless they change the details just barely enough to be legally distinct.  Besides which, Nivi and Juros may not desire a publicized reminder of what happened." Still, at least Kevin is trying to think of options.

  He looks to the bunny, and says "So far it has been odd jobs when available, which honestly isn't much different than what I was already doing."  And it usually involved much more gunfire, or at least having the risk of it be a normal expectation.

  "Despite the results suggesting otherwise, none of us have done anything wrong going about things.  Which does leave you wondering how you improve from there."  Oh, the difficulties of articulating the fact you are a bunch of protagonists, therefore not exempt from the random encounters table and other such things glossed over for nameless NPCs.