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Bojo The Mighty
Bojo's School of the Trades
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Posted - 2013.03.21 02:27:00 -
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Firstly, I'm breaking off from the original insanely long RPG thread. Secondly, to thoroughly enjoy episodes of Bojo The Mighty and Friends, get some good headphones and listen to the accompanying music as you read. Be sure to take your time, because I tried to synchronize some points in the story with parts of the music.
Thirdly, Enjoy!
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She began crying. A man in a Scout suit walked up to her.
"Bojo los poderosos!" she cried.
"Si, yo soy Bojo" he said in a suave voice. "I will....bring justice to this place..."
The dark figured pink-eyed man growled in futile defiance and retreated from the courtyard. The clock chimed high noon.
"Not so fast," a raspy dark figure said as it stood in the gateway to the court.
"Dias Mio, es Angel Eyes" whispered the woman in fear.
"Oui Bojo," said Angel Eyes. His mustache glistened with wax. "Sleepy Zan wants you....dead or alive."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQGGQ-FCe_w (Open New tab and listen as you read)
The court cleared out. The palace vanguards stepped back, behind the pillars.
Bojo's scrambler pistol loosely moved as he and Angel Eyes paced the square. Cigar smoke poured from Bojo's mask. He had modified his Quafe Vk.0 to allow him to smoke his cigar.
"Well that's not going to happen Angel Eyes. You see, I have a shuttle to catch....and ain't no imp going to stop me."
Angel Eyes laughed as brought down his helm. The Amarr emblem glistened prominently on Angel Eye's heavy suit. The clock stroke it's 8th chime.
Angel Eye's Viziam Laser Rifle hung eagerly on his back.
10th chime.......11th.....
Smoke poured out of Bojo's helmet as he gave a sigh in preparation.
To Be Continued... |
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Bojo came up on to the rise of a hill. Looking down, he saw the mining town. Maybe 50 square blocks in area. He looked behind, seeing the search lights of dropships.
He booked it down the hill and into the ghetto of the mining facility. He peered into the window of a hut. There he saw an old man getting drunk by himself, alone by a crude lantern reading an very worn old book.
Bojo came around the hut and opened the door. The man was startled. Bojo flashed his pistol and held a finger up to his lips.
"Got any clothes gramps?" he asked coolly, as if the old man was in Bojo's hut.
The old man looked up in disbelief. Bojo shrugged and approached a dresser. He rummaged through it and pulled out rag pants and a long blue hooded robe.
"It'll have to do old timer. You got a satchel?"
The old man, still in confusion, reached under his bed and pulled out a messenger bag. Bojo stripped off his armor and disguised himself with the rag pants and robe. He then took his knife and popped the casing off of the central system "hump". He took out the the capacitors, the CPU motherboard, hard drives, everything. He then popped it shut and then looked down at his helmet.
"It's a keeper don't you think?" Bojo rhetorically asked.
"Mighty fine suit you got there..." the old man finally said.
Bojo turned. He threw the helmet and the components into the satchel and slung it over his back. As he exited the hut, he drew the hood over his face.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IHLoKZcwC0
A Saga raced down the street. The fugitive was calm. Bojo strolled down the street, noticing the dropships high above the village, flying in vain to search for Bojo The Mighty.
After aimlessly wandering down the streets, Bojo looked upon the flashing neon lights
BAR
He walked in, seeing immediately Ammarrian Security. Bojo approached the bar and stood just beside them. The bartender raised his eyebrows upon Bojo settling at the bar, as he was busy rinsing out a glass.
"Got any black spice rum?"
"Yeah, uh, sure.."
Bojo blankly stared down at the floor of the bar. A little orange rodent stealthily crawled along the floor trim, under the ledge of an overhang.
"Hey buster, scram." a rough looking man beside said. He had appeared so silently...
Bojo looked at the bartender, who looked back with eyebrows asking serious questions. Bojo slowly withdrew from the bar and sat down in a booth. By the time he looked back, the man, the bar tender, and another were strangling the Ammar Security with piano wire. One managed to elbow his assailant in the face and got free. He made a dash for the exit, but a laser pulse from a scambler pistol dropped him like a brick. The occupants of the bar all turned and stared at Bojo, who was slowly holstering his scrambler pistol.
"Name's Reav Hannari," said the man, who stealthily came up to Bojo after the bar finished tending to the corpses.
"Hey listen here Reav, I got myself into a little jam...you mind helping out?"
"What kind of problem?"
Just then the sounds of dropships landing and the hum of Tanks approaching became audible.
"I see..." Reav stated.
Whoa new characters! Tune in next time to experience "Character Developement"! |
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Posted - 2013.04.07 23:19:00 -
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As the ship blazed away through low orbit to outer, Bojo opened his bag. The helmet, modules, CPU, and capacitors made Bojo think of the emptiness he felt around his skin. It would be a long while before he could return back home, to his secret outpost in the mountains of a distant planet, where a stock of Quafe suits Vk.0 awaited.
"Rees, where's the nearest trade post?" Bojo asked, forwarding his voice above the sounds of the controls.
"Well, we're out in the Wildlands. Nothing too noteworthy out here, except for that mining outpost. Amarrian funded most definitely."
"So how many jumps to something significant?"
"Just have some patience and we'll hit up Dodixie."
"Dodixie? Any reason Dodixie over Jita? Scum and beggars aside that is?" Bojo questioned.
Rees gave no reply, as he primed the ship for jump. Bojo felt a bit uneasy. He was in a defenseless ship with no Capsule, and his clones were not safe, they were contained within the darkest recess of enemy hands.
What a headrush! The ship leared into warp and the two pilots turned around and faced Bojo comfortably. Rees and Vaek, his son. To pass the time, the three played very ancient video games: Lunar Lander, Asteroids, Space Invaders, Missile Command.
(Go ahead, play them)
They came out of warp; Rees turned round and faced the new stars about the ship. The monitor just above Vaek's head began analyzing, unveling nearby ships. Rees patiently watched the screens.
"Well we're finally here." he announced.
Bojo was passed completely out, helmet on. Vaek wandered over and yanked it off Bojo. A cloud of cosmic space weed smoke arose and was sucked through the air vents.
Bojo cracked his eyes open. "About time!" he yawned.
Rees hit autopilot, and walked Bojo to a locker. He pulled out a command console, and handed it to Bojo.
"Why thank you."
Bojo slapped in the various chips he salvaged from his suit and threw his helmet into the pack he had borrowed.
Bojo sat down and flipped up the screen.
*Searching...*
*54 Results found for "Scout A-Series*
*Charting Prices*
"J - 11"
Bojo entered the station tram and got whizzed out into deep station interior, to J-11's. He got out at the prescribed stop and looked about the small sect of the station. J-11's stood there with a Blue and Orange neon sign. Bojo walked in, noticing the shopkeeper setting down a hose pouring cosmic space weed smoke.
"Eh, let's see what ya got in terms of scout suits."
The shopkeeper led Bojo to the depths of his small shop, where 4 tubes suspended different suits. A little console of controls stood before each tube. Here's our can o' scouts, just flicker through. Bojo hit the buttons on console, browsing through the various colors and builds of scouts. Then he stopped.
It read: 'J-11's Spaceman Scout Suit'
https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1LtLzIBmHsoHfhAhNkKxytqzT64vS_pjCNp6Y46eVwh8/edit?usp=sharing
Bojo nodded at this one. J-11 and Bojo bartered it out, and Bojo sank it out at a good deal, and proceeded out of the
shop, watching the cargo tram deliver his suits to Rees' ship.
Bojo paced back to the tram that had just recently pulled up. He stepped in, then stepped out. He looked back at the tram. Angel Eyes looked back with evil blue eyes as the doors shut right before him. Bojo ran off to the nearest elevator and shot down it, several floors. In the spare time, Bojo prompted a search for clones. It brought up several results, of which he sorted by quality then price. He ordered a 50 Pack for just under 27 Million. Some footage of his clones being shipped was displayed via security camera. How nice.
He disembarked the elevator and made a mad dash to the nearest tram. He was in stix of the station, so it was fairly empty. Every now and again he'd pass people making secret meetings, who glared at him as he passed.
Bojo stepped in. A drunk lay there semi-lucid.
"Howdy." Bojo said
"gabughiigs.." the drunk said.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5nyapfyUwg
"Gabughiigs?" Bojo asked.
"Mornin' gov'ner, the drink is good. The flying aint so much."
"Hot damn you're drunk boy."
"Hey you know me! G for Good! B for Beer! G for gets! H for him! And the last G for going!"
"GBGHG, good beer gets him going....nice to meet you gbghg."
The tram stopped. Bojo saw before him the hall that led to Rees' ship. Bojo got off but was followed by the drunk.
"Where we off too now BOJO!"
Bojo raised an eyebrow. Spy...
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