| Welcome to Justice. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Workin' over time; Lobo Job thread (CLOSED) | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 18 2009, 06:53 AM (217 Views) | |
| LordX1095 | Feb 18 2009, 06:53 AM Post #1 |
![]()
Challenger of the Unknown
|
[dohtml] <DIV> <TABLE class=NOBORDER cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=626 align=center background="" border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><IMG height=472 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Banner.jpg?t=1234294470" width=626></FONT></TD></TR> <TR> <TD background=http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_bg.jpg?t=1234295151> <TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=590 align=center border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><SPAN><FONT face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color=#00ffff size=2><FONT color=#ffffff> <P align=center><SPAN><FONT color=#ffffff size=1> OOC: Job thread... closed!!!! <br><br> <b><u>Stats</u>:</b> <br>Strength: 5 <br>Agility: 3 <br>Accuracy: 3 <br>Durability: 5 [6] <br>Will Power: 1 <br><br> <b><u>Powers</u>:</b> <br>Immortality <br>Enhanced Healing Factor - Lv.5 <br>Self-Contained Life form <br>Toughness[NAP] - Lv.2 <br>Super human senses - Lv.2 <br>Super human strength - Lv.0 <BR><BR> <b><u>IOPs</u>:</b> <br>Space Hog - Lv.1 (Flight) <BR><BR> <b><u>Skills</u></b><br> <BR>Fighting skills - Lv.10 <BR>Weapon skills (any weapon) - Lv.1 <BR> Targeting (any weapon) - Lv.2 <BR> Tracking <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> <br> Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn! Was all that came to mind as Lobo watched the factory blow up before his eyes. Now what was amazing was that this factory was a ship in outter space, shit like that wasn't suposed to cause actual fires in the reaches of space. Oh well his job was done and now it was time to get paid. <BR><BR> Though this is the end of the tale, lets back up a bit and explain what Lobo was doing here. You see some space dude had hired him to take out this traveling space factory that produced some crazy ass drug that made people see everything in the color pink. Of course the pay was good and Lobo agreed to do the job. He needed the cash anyway to get his hog upgraded a little more. Traveling to the spaceship factory had been easy, getting inside though proved to be... well actually it had been quite easy. He just flew right in and landed down on the ship. With him was of course a bomb he had been given to place into the main engine of the factory ship. With the bomb under his arm, the main man started walking towards the front door. As he approached it these small little pink aliens came out (they were the classic little green space men, except pink). They told him to hault and pointed a gun up at his face; they only stood about half Lobo's height, so they needed to point up. Lobo bent over and glared one of them in the eyes. Instead of saying anything he burbed and sent a punch straight down on the alien's head. He would then kick the other one right off of the factory ship. He then proceeded to go inside of the factory... Man this place was a pink hell... Everything as far as the eyes could see was pink, pink, and more pink. Lobo only enjoyed seeing one "pink" thing and that was nowhere to be seen around here. He rolled his eyes, muttering the word "Fraggin'" as he went. He loved doing his job and the payout at the end, but some of the things he did was even silly by his standards. More of the little aliens tried getting in his way as he went, but he would knock them out with relative ease. None of them were a match for his most awesome strength. Their guns too did little more then tickle his body as he was hit by their pink bullets. He would make it to the engines in no time at all and set the bomb. The timer was on and Lobo made quick haste to get the hell out of the building before it would go boom. He made it back to his ride and hoped on. He took off as quick as he could to avoid the explosion. He looked back as the bomb went off... "Damn..." <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> Worlds: 491 <br><br> OOC: ************************************* </FONT></SPAN><SPAN><FONT color=#00cc00></P></FONT></SPAN></FONT></FONT></SPAN></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><A href="http://z13.invisionfree.com/JusticeRPG/index.php?showtopic=93" target=_top><IMG height=117 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Footer.jpg?t=1234295310" width=626 border=0></A></FONT></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV> [/dohtml] |
![]() |
|
| LordX1095 | Feb 26 2009, 07:44 AM Post #2 |
![]()
Challenger of the Unknown
|
[dohtml] <DIV> <TABLE class=NOBORDER cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=626 align=center background="" border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><IMG height=472 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Banner.jpg?t=1234294470" width=626></FONT></TD></TR> <TR> <TD background=http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_bg.jpg?t=1234295151> <TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=590 align=center border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><SPAN><FONT face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color=#00ffff size=2><FONT color=#ffffff> <P align=center><SPAN><FONT color=#ffffff size=1> OOC: Job post for the week of Feb.23rd <br><br> <b><u>Stats</u>:</b> <br>Strength: 5 <br>Agility: 3 <br>Accuracy: 3 <br>Durability: 5 [6] <br>Will Power: 1 <br><br> <b><u>Powers</u>:</b> <br>Immortality <br>Enhanced Healing Factor - Lv.5 <br>Self-Contained Life form <br>Toughness[NAP] - Lv.2 <br>Super human senses - Lv.2 <br>Super human strength - Lv.0 <BR><BR> <b><u>IOPs</u>:</b> <br>Space Hog - Lv.1 (Flight) <BR><BR> <b><u>Skills</u></b><br> <BR>Fighting skills - Lv.10 <BR>Weapon skills (any weapon) - Lv.1 <BR> Targeting (any weapon) - Lv.2 <BR> Tracking <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> It wasn't often he found himself getting out of breath, but at the moment Lobo really wanted to sit down and take a real breather; however, he could not stop. He had been hired to hunt down this little bastich and the main man never went against his word (he would get the fragger at any and all costs). The planet was proving to make this harder as well... Place was a damn jungle for the biggest part (and of course the hunt had to happen in the jungle section and not the part that had been mowed down). There were trees, animals, and various other things in his way as he ran, but Lobo made little movements to step out of the way... Instead he just plowed his way through anything that came near him; tree branch? snapped in half... Rare flower? stomped on... Animal? Left a red stain on the bottom of his boots. Of course there was always the little things that got in the way that proved to be the worse of the bunch. As the fragger he was chasing took a right, Lobo turned and ended up head first into a hive of stingers (sort of like Bees on the planet earth, except they were purple with green stingers). His mouth filled up with the little bastiches, but he chewed them up like bubble gum and gulped them down. The ones in his nose he would sneeze out and the ones in his eyes he would blink them to death. However, the ones in the eyes did blur his vision a bit. This in turn would cause him to trip and go falling to the ground. With his face planted he brought up his hands and wiped his eyes. Looking ahead he could see that the guy he was chasing had slowed down to a stop and was looking back. Then surprisingly the guy actually started walking over to him and bent down to look him in the eyes. "Umm, are you ok?" Lobo at first was a bit surprised by this, but a small grin went across his face. His hand shot up and he grabbed the guy by the throat. "I really like you moral types, so easy to catch ya off guard and then choak you." Lobo paused for a second and then added, "but not choak as in the type of choaking you holy types like from little boys." Lobo's hand squeezed hard on the guy's throat and in no time at all he heard a snapping sound. He got to his feet and tossed the body over his shoulder. He then proceeded to make his way out of the jungle area. Another job done... He liked these kill jobs and this time he got to stick it to a religious space priest which made this all that more awesome; at least in the eyes of the main man. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> Worlds: 488 <br><br> OOC: ************************************* </FONT></SPAN><SPAN><FONT color=#00cc00></P></FONT></SPAN></FONT></FONT></SPAN></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><A href="http://z13.invisionfree.com/JusticeRPG/index.php?showtopic=93" target=_top><IMG height=117 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Footer.jpg?t=1234295310" width=626 border=0></A></FONT></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV> [/dohtml] |
![]() |
|
| LordX1095 | Mar 8 2009, 06:49 AM Post #3 |
![]()
Challenger of the Unknown
|
[dohtml] <DIV> <TABLE class=NOBORDER cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=626 align=center background="" border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><IMG height=472 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Banner.jpg?t=1234294470" width=626></FONT></TD></TR> <TR> <TD background=http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_bg.jpg?t=1234295151> <TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=590 align=center border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><SPAN><FONT face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color=#00ffff size=2><FONT color=#ffffff> <P align=center><SPAN><FONT color=#ffffff size=1> OOC: Job post for the week of March 2nd <br><br> <b><u>Stats</u>:</b> <br>Strength: 5 <br>Agility: 3 <br>Accuracy: 3 <br>Durability: 5 [6] <br>Will Power: 1 <br><br> <b><u>Powers</u>:</b> <br>Immortality <br>Enhanced Healing Factor - Lv.5 <br>Self-Contained Life form <br>Toughness[NAP] - Lv.2 <br>Super human senses - Lv.2 <br>Super human strength - Lv.0 <BR><BR> <b><u>IOPs</u>:</b> <br>Space Hog - Lv.1 (Flight) <BR><BR> <b><u>Skills</u></b><br> <BR>Fighting skills - Lv.10 <BR>Weapon skills (any weapon) - Lv.1 <BR> Targeting (any weapon) - Lv.2 <BR> Tracking <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> Shooting the hell out of shit and kicking ass was how Lobo loved to make his living in the far reaches of space; however, for this current job he was not so luckly at all. He was hired to be a body guard for some stuck up rich little brat. Yeah, the best damn bounty hunter in the galaxy was pretty much a babysetter for the day. The kid was suposed to be attending some sort of coming of age ball and apartly could be targeted and assassinated by some other family. At first he had been fine with doing the job, until he had learned how the kid acted. High voices were one thing, but when the damn brat hurt his finger by touching a door (swear to god he only TOUCHED the damn door), Lobo wanted to wrap his hands around the kid and end his life right then and there; however, wasn't the job and he would be going against his word by doing such a thing.<br> The morning part of the job involved following the kid around where he did shopping to get new clothes, a new haircut, and other crappy shit like that. The clothes and haircut were just crap in Lobo's eyes... Hell the blue skinned (yeah this race of aliens had all blue skin) dweeb had baught a purple jacket... Purple! Ugh, Lobo just hated loosers like this. He kept it to himself though as he just wanted to get this job overwith, get paid, and leave this planet... Maybe hope somebody would give him a job to blow it up in the future. After lunch time, things still were as boring as watching paint dry. Lobo had to watch over the kid as the dweeb had his daily musical lessions... It was some sort of weird wind instrument. Maybe it could make some rockin' sounds, but it sounded like a cat being put through a meat grinder as the dweeb was playing it (One more reason to frag this place). After that he had to 'protect' the kid as he took a job through one of the planet's parks. Dweeb proved to be even more of a dweeb here as he stopped to rest every three minutes... Ok, judging by this one kid, Lobo was pretty sure if he wanted to fraggin' rule this place he could by giving the ruler a wedgie.<br> The night came and the coming of age ball started... Then ended... Nothing happened at all. No excitement, no ass kicking fun, NOTHING! Lobo hated jobs like this; thus, as soon as he was paid he got on his space hog and left... Kicking down a twenty foot statue of some famious dude on the planet as he went. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> Worlds: 460 <br><br> OOC: ************************************* </FONT></SPAN><SPAN><FONT color=#00cc00></P></FONT></SPAN></FONT></FONT></SPAN></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><A href="http://z13.invisionfree.com/JusticeRPG/index.php?showtopic=93" target=_top><IMG height=117 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Footer.jpg?t=1234295310" width=626 border=0></A></FONT></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV> [/dohtml] |
![]() |
|
| LordX1095 | Mar 31 2009, 03:52 AM Post #4 |
![]()
Challenger of the Unknown
|
[dohtml] <DIV> <TABLE class=NOBORDER cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=626 align=center background="" border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><IMG height=472 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Banner.jpg?t=1234294470" width=626></FONT></TD></TR> <TR> <TD background=http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_bg.jpg?t=1234295151> <TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=590 align=center border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD><SPAN><FONT face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" color=#00ffff size=2><FONT color=#ffffff> <P align=center><SPAN><FONT color=#ffffff size=1> OOC: Job posts for the weeks of March 9th/16th/23rd/30th <br><br> <b><u>Stats</u>:</b> <br>Strength: 5 <br>Agility: 3 <br>Accuracy: 3 <br>Durability: 5 [6] <br>Will Power: 1 <br><br> <b><u>Powers</u>:</b> <br>Immortality <br>Enhanced Healing Factor - Lv.5 <br>Self-Contained Life form <br>Toughness[NAP] - Lv.2 <br>Super human senses - Lv.2 <br>Super human strength - Lv.0 <BR><BR> <b><u>IOPs</u>:</b> <br>Space Hog - Lv.1 (Flight) <BR><BR> <b><u>Skills</u></b><br> <BR>Fighting skills - Lv.10 <BR>Weapon skills (any weapon) - Lv.1 <BR> Targeting (any weapon) - Lv.2 <BR> Tracking <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <br><br> <U>March 9th</U><br><br> "Get back here you damn bastich!" Lobo yelled as he ran and jumped out a fifity story window to follow his latest target. Had gotten an order to come here to this vastly technological city to eleminate this business man. Apartly the guy, named Bill Bignose, was a heavy gamblier who had not paid up his bookie. Thus he was targeted by death by some other mobsters on the planet; of course this mob wanted to keep their hands clean, so Lobo had been hired to do the lob. Lobo flew down through the air following after his target who was only falling a short distance away from him now... Thank the good laws of physics that allowed a man of his weight to fall faster then his target. Lobo was coming in close and he started to laugh, "Haha! The main man has got you now!" A hover car flew in under the falling target and caught him before flying away. Lobo watched this, "Oh you have got to be fraggin' me.... shit..." That was the last he managed to get out before falling the rest of the way to the ground... Thankfully there was a gathering of religious monks at the bottom that provided him with a soft landing. He got to his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. "Got to remember fixing the auto drive on my hog, hrrrm..." He looked down at the monks, "Oh, thank the heavenly father for me. I have fallen, but I can walk once more into the light... or drive like that damn bastich did." Lobo turned towards the direction the damn target had headed off into, time to catch up with that god damn son of a bastich. Lobo would go into a run and get onto his space hog. Starting up the engine he took off into the air to follow after olde Bill Bignose who was now in the car. It did not take Lobo all that much time to catch up with the guy. It was at a time like this that Lobo wished he had a gun to use, *Note to self, buy a gun.* He would speed up and get along side of the car on the driver's side. The driver looked over at lobo. He was going to swear, but before he got a chance to do so Lobo would grab the guy by the neck, yank him out of the car (the seatbelt ripped easily), and flung him off to the side. Bill went to grab the wheel and when he did, Lobo reached in and grabbed him by the neck too. Pulling Bill out of the car, Lobo put the breaks onto his bike. The car would crash and Lobo grinned as he looked Bill into his eyes. Before Bill spoke, Lobo would snap the guy's head. He would allow the body to drop to the ground. Time to go collect his pay... <br><br>------------------------------------------<br><br> <U>March 16th</U><br><br> Lobo pulled up to the payment location he was told about. Nice looking titty bar; his kind of bank. He walked inside and after taking a nice look at the employees he made his way over to where the mob (who wanted him to kill Bob Bignose) were located. Instead of taking a seat he stood up and looked down at them. "Alrighty, Bill Bignose is Bill now dead in the middle of highway sixty six Bignose. Where's my money?" One of the mobsters would slide over a package to Lobo. The main man took it and stuffed it into his pocket. "Good doin business with ya. If you ever need the main man again, give me a call." Lobo would start to walk away, but was stopped by the door by some pale looking dude with a look of 'oh shit' on his face. "What'cha want wimp? The main man has places to go, people to blow up." The man took a second to reply, "Umm well... I want to hire you for protection. You see I'm afraid that some people may be after me tonight." Lobo raised a brow, a job was a job, "How much you offerin'?" The guy would reach into his pocket and hold up to Lobo a few diamonds, each of them worth more then what he had just received from the mobsters. A grin spread across his face, "Just enough, fine dweeb you got the main man as a body guard tonight." Lobo would take the diamonds from the guy. The guy then pointed his hand, "That's the men, would you mind beating them up for me now?" Lobo turned around to where the guy was pointing, it was the mob guys that had just paid Lobo to kill Bill. With a smirk, Lobo gave the dweeb a thumbs up. He would then walk back over to the table where the mobsters were, one of which was no getting a lapdance. He tapped the stripper on the shoulder, "Mind if I cut in?" He said before sending a fist forwards into the mobsters face with enough force to just break off the guy's jaw. The others pulled out weapons, but Lobo countered that by grabbing the stripper and tossing her into their laps. While they tried to get their arms from out under her, Lobo took the libirity of clobbering them all in the faces. One by one Lobo would kill each of the mobsters. Grinning he grabbed onto the back of the stripper's bra and yanked it off... He would use it to clean his hands of the blood. Tossing it back he walked over to the guy that had paid him. "Job's done, anything else?" The guy smiled and nodded his head, "Actually..." <br><br>------------------------------------------<br><br> <U>March 23rd</U><br><br> So the dweeb had another job for lobo to do the next day (again with good pay). Turns out the dweeb was actually a high ranking official in the planet's government and wanted Lobo to do one simple task: Guard the planetary capital from a politically motivated riot. As far as things were known, a group of political activists were going to come attacking the government building. Lobo's job was going to be going out there and breaking up the riot with his own fists... Along with a slew of weapons the government were going to loan to him (guns, knives, rocket launchers... the usual stuff). Sitting in a lawn chair on the front steps, with the weapons behind him Lobo waited for the political activists to arrive... They did too in numbers that had to be around three hundred. Lobo stretched a bit and placed his hands on the back of his neck. "Time to get this show on the road I guess, but first... Time to go by those stupid fraggin' rules." He stood up from his chair and grabbed the megaphone they had given him. Turning it on he spoke to the political activists through it. "Alright, turn away and nobody get's hurt!" It was after that in which somebody would throw a bottle at his head. M'kay it was time to get this show on the road. He threw the megaphone as hard as he could towards the political activists... Took one of them out easily. He walked over to one of the crates of goodies that had been provided to him... knives and lots of them. He started to take them out and throw them towards the crowds of political activists that were heading his way. He would manage to stop quite a few before he started to run low on the silvery blades of delight that worked just as well as darts as they did for meat scrappers. Though this was nowhere near as good as he had hoped. Thus he decided to go to something with a bit more of a bang. He picked up the heavy duity RPG that had been provided to him; he was told this thing could take out a armoured tank. Once in hand he aimed it towards the political activists and pulled the trigger. It would fire out a rocket that struck dead centre of the political activists; thus killing most of them and sending the rest flying in all directions (some with missing limbs now). He placed down the RPG and rubbed his hands. Another job well done. He collected on his payment and went off to a local bar... What happened next brought a big grin to his face. <br><br>------------------------------------------<br><br> <U>March 30th</U><br><br> While at a bar the previous night the chick behind the political activists had approached him with a new job. She was impressed by his work and thus wanted her to do a job of her own. Lobo accepted as he got paid and laid up front by the chick. The job was a simple and honestly quite the task he loved... He was going to blow up that same building and officials he had protected the day before. Loving the idea of a mass explosion, Lobo could not help but accept this job. Thus now here he was walking up to the front door. Reaching it he was met by two guards who did shake a bit as the main man approached them. "What do you want here? You were paid for your services." Lobo grinned as he leaned down to look them in the eyes. "Yep I was paid, now the main man is doing his job... No hard feelin's fellas." Lobo would grab each of them by the head and smash their skulls together. They would be dead via thye explosion anyway. Whistling he made his way into the building. Now if he remembered from yesterday, the main office was located down the hall and to the right; he needed to place the package in the center of this room for the biggest bang, but he was told he had to make sure the prime minister was right there with it. As Lobo made his way down the halls he was approached by guards who he easily disposed of. Then he ran into the dweeb who had hired him back at the strip club. With a smile, Lobo planted his boot into the guy's throat. With that same boot, Lobo would kick down the door to the prime minister's room. The prime minister stood up. "I should have sent you off this planet as soon as you finished working for us." Lobo continued to smirk, "Should have and Could have, but ya didn't ya bastich, thus you are going to go out with a bang." Lobo took the guy back to the main room of the building. Using duct tape he had been given, tapped the bomb to the prime minister and the prime minister to the floor. Lobo left the building, got on his space hog, and flew up into the atmosphere of the planet. He then activated the bomb which ended up causing a massive explosion complete with mushroom cloud. Lobo let out a small whistle before flying away into the reaches of space on his bike... Time to finally get away from this planet... <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> Worlds: <br>~March 9th section: 493 <br>~March 16th section: 462 <br>~March 23rd section: 454 <br>~March 30th section: 440 <br><br> OOC: ************************************* </FONT></SPAN><SPAN><FONT color=#00cc00></P></FONT></SPAN></FONT></FONT></SPAN></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></TD></TR> <TR> <TD><FONT color=#00ccff><A href="http://z13.invisionfree.com/JusticeRPG/index.php?showtopic=93" target=_top><IMG height=117 src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w67/LordX1095__Cordell/Lobo_Footer.jpg?t=1234295310" width=626 border=0></A></FONT></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></DIV> [/dohtml] |
![]() |
|
| « Previous Topic · Space · Next Topic » |







1:15 AM Jul 11