Jonathan Quincy Gold **Swoop biking legend turned author, detective and holostar, Jonathan gold has been producing real value for the people of Taris ever since his surprise race victory on the canyons of Telos IV.** zzfzf….zffzf… The holoboard cut out to static as gunfire rained through it. The display struggled to maintain its integrity throughout the barrage until a well placed bolt ignited a plasma conduit, showering the mob below with sparks. "Fools! Do they not understand the glory I was trying to give them? Two suns would have been way cooler than one." An improvised grenade sails into the glass of the window semi shattering the outer layers into a fractal web of broken res-glass fibres. It was probably time to leave. Johnathon turns on the heel of his surprisingly unfashionable riding boots and strides towards the elevator, stopping only to grab a sidearm from his desk. "I'm sure no one disagrees with you on that front sir, I think the issue the crowd has is the complete collapse of the planets economy." "How is that my fault?" "You crashed it" "Ah" The elevator ascends rapidly through the innards of the building, opening up into a rooftop launchpad. A rapid launch spaceplace lies splayed over an orbital mass driver, integrated into the superstructure of the building, an open cargo hatch on its lower hull reveals a portable carbonite freezing chamber inside. “Sir, citizens are openly rioting in 87% of the cities public area’s, several gold industries buildings have been sacked. Government forces have been dispatched to retrieve you.” "Corporate lobbying from multiple interplanetary entities has ensured legal non person status of all frozen exported and imported labour. While in carbonite and not on the surface you will be persona non grata, the planetary government will be powerless to touch you through official channels” “Fantastic! Awake me when a more favourable one has been purchased.” “See you suckers in the future!” Gold lowers himself into the carbonite chamber, vapours rapidly obscure him as the slides seals. Viral load dispatched, anti orbitals will be down for exactly 7 minutes, mass driver velocity sufficient to escape air pursuit. Magnetics nominal, mass driver sequence initiated. Every surface immediately crackled with static as the energy discharge ionised the air. A great vortex of water vapour launches into the sky in a sheath around the ship. "We're not going to wake him up are we. The man's an imbecile." "No. AI, crash that fucker into the sun” Confirmed "Good." ------------------------------------------ The gold industries (automatic) Lone Star X37 sidearm; From our patented fluid grapple system to guided rounds, everything the dashing adventurer requires! ------------------------------------------- Gold industries multipurpose pistol: Mandalorian ripper base Slinker projectiles Grappling cable Automatic fire More powerful at short range Range 15m. Accurate to 9m. Somewhat unreliable. Other equipment: Dashing brown coat Personal Corporate pocket computer with scanner Skills: Dashingly charming Stunningly handsome Excellent writer, passable singer Highly proficient with pistols Highly proficient with swoop bikes and small racing vehicles Physical attributes: standard human being.(class = handsome, reactions = quick, demeanour = disarming, IQ = nothing to write home about)
