Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

As he walks, Carthrat fires off a discreet cyanide dart at the man from his watch, appearing completely normal except for a slight flick of the wrist.

[Anastasia]

The dart fires. The man doesn't move, having not seemed to have registered that it was fired.

Luck and skill are with you today, as the man crumpled up a few seconds later and falls to the sidewalk. Rachel glances over and keeps walking, not responding to what happened.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat keeps on walking, getting increasingly edgy..

[Anastasia]

The front door of the warehouse has a simple keypad, and the man enters a long string of numbers with release the door.

Inside, it is sleek and metallic, with a retractable hole in the roof and a simple shuttle. Besides a small sitting area, the warehouse is dedicated to the launching and upkeep of transport spacecraft. A few aliens linger about, a Shiran here and a human there. It's about what you expected.

"Hey, you got your passengers," the human yells out, waving. He's wearing a blue jumpsuit of some techno material, likely flame, pressure, cold and several other proofs. "I was getting antsy, like you were going to dick around for awhile before bringing them."

The agent grunts, and motions to you and Rachel. "Zack, these are Carthrat and Rachel. They have a ticket to the new Plutonia casino, you know the drill."

[Carthrat]

"And we're splitting right now," puts in Carthrat, reaching into his cloak and pulling out the real clips to the Plasma Accelerator. "Oh, yeah. Can't be too careful, y'know," he adds, tossing the clips to his agent.

[Anastasia]

He fingers the clips while giving you a venomous stare. "Right. Good doing business with you," he walks away, seeingly unconcerned now that he has his goods.

"In a hurry to get off planetside, eh?" Zack inquires, running a hand through his black hair. "Off for a romantic getaway?" he says, entirely without tact.

[Carthrat]

"You might put it that way," drawls Carthrat. "How fast does this bucket of bolts fly, anyway?"

[Anastasia]

"Fast enough," he grins. "to get us off this hunk of rock in a minute and a half. You two can restrain yourself for that long, right?"

Rachel looks up long enough to send him a dagger filled glare, before going back to inspecting her shoes distractidly.

[Carthrat]

"Haw haw haw," replies Carthrat. "Let's move, then!"

[Anastasia]

The shuttle is a shiny, slightly singed white metal craft, made of sharp lines and smooth curves. The lettering of 'SC Illian' is on the hull, in bright red letters. A single drop down hatch door opens into the ship.

Inside are a few seats and the cockpit, with the rest of the ship devoted to storage and cargo. Sitting on the vaguely uncomfortable seat, you reflect. It's been a long, long time since you've been in a spaceship...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat breaths a sigh of relief now that he's finally on his way out. Time for introspection later.

"This place non-smoking?" he questions, producing a ciggarette and lighter..

[Anastasia]

"Yeah. It's better not to set off the fire alerts, yeah?" he says. "Last time that happens, I had to..." he starts, going on as he sets the craft up for prelaunch.

[Carthrat]

"Bah," replies Carthrat, pocketing them. "It's times like these I wish I'd never started. Disgusting habit, really."

He gives a bark of laughter. "Ah well. I'm sure something else will kill me before it does."

[Anastasia]

"Heh, just how I see it," the pilot says, as he works with the on screen computer. "If I live that long, I'll worry about my vices then."

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ROAR! The sound of the engine kicking to life is a vital one, be it car, plane or spaceshuttle. So is the feeling of what should be crushing G-forces reduced to a slight pressure thanks to the on board G stabilizer.

After a moment of roller coaster like rising to the top, you're in space. Nearby, you can see a large spacecraft through the view screen, ready and waiting for you. Finally, you're leaving Earth beind. Will you ever see it again?

[Carthrat]

"Jesus fucking Christ, that felt good!" says Carthrat, exceedingly happy. "You holding your breakfast ok there, Rach?"