see you around, cowboy

Kim Gyu Professional Space Cowboy Captain of the S.P.O.C. Lowkey working with the Empire

[icagyu-blog]

how do you like me now? ; otto

@icaxotto

The brat won’t listen to him.

Everytime he tries to explain his situation and encourage to look him up on Empire files, all he gets is a shock from his stun cuffs that char the leaves on his dandelion. Eventually, he gives up and resorts to yelling in protest. One of his dandelion leaves catches on fire from all the electric shocks he’s receiving and he screams in frustration until the second officer puts it out. “I can’t believe I’m getting detained.   

He’s getting detained while on the hunt for a pricy criminal on the watchlist. He’s getting detained when he was only a few steps from capturing his target and reaping the bounty. He’s getting detained as the criminal laughed at him and ran away.

“Are you fucking stupid?” he snaps. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been trying to track that pirate down? How much credits I spent to get favors pulled? You let him get away to arrest me! Me, who wasn’t doing anything wrong! Stop manhandling me! I can walk myself just -- I told you to stop grabbing my arm like that.”

He twists to free his arms, which are pinched against his back. They’ve cuffed his feet too, so he isn’t able to take long steps without zapping himself. The heavy metal locks and chains of the device rattle as he twists again, more harshly this time. “Zelosians bruise like bananas, so lay off.”

It doesn’t help that the second officer isn’t doing anything to correct  the newer recruit who thinks the zelosian is a dangerous, runaway convict that isn’t to be trusted. He’s only inflating whatever misconceptions that the kid already had about him. “Do you want me to show the credits the navy wired into my account?”

He has several accounts -- some the empire is aware of, others they are not -- and sometimes will only take payments in physical form, so he’s spread himself evenly in case something ever happens. There are certain untouchable, “retirement” funds that he keeps his fingers out of unless it’s an absolute emergency or the universe falls into full-scale warfare. It allows them to blossom with beautiful interest rates and other fun perks. But apart from the untouchables, he’s been struggling to make enough credits to live off of.

“I needed that payout,”  he grumbles. “How am I gonna eat Mr. Officer, huh?”

Technically, Zelosians only need sunlight to eat but he can argue that he’s half-human.

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space meat ; qian

@icaqian​

The identification bracelet dangling from his wrist and the zelosian accent are the only indications that he’s anything but human while using the image morpher. He hasn’t turned on his translator because being almost eighty years old, he’s had plenty of time to learn languages. It’s something he likes to do while on long flights, which isn’t a hobby most would expect from this particular zelosian. There really is no reason to learn with the widespread availability of translators, but there’s no real reason to listen to music either. It’s enjoyable; he leaves it at that.

“This is such a dumb law,” he says. “Is my green skin and dandelion that terrifying for those bloodsacks?” He rolls his eyes, groans, and gestures to the device that disguises his alien appearance. Sunggyu chews on the inside of his cheek as he gives a quick glance around the bustling crowd, then back to Qian. “So, you haven’t changed your mind about joining me?” he asks. “Will you at least join me for lunch? There’s some questionable meat over there that I’ve been withering to try.”

He’s seen a few criminals lurking about that were matches on the empire’s watchlist, but their bounties aren’t worth the time and energy. It’s not worth missing the festivities, especially when there may be re:gal performances and memorabilia to enjoy.

[icagyu-blog]

limited edition ; jin

@icajin

“Are you stalking me?” he asks. “I know I’m an infamous criminal and all, but this level of flattery is making me uncomfortable.” Sunggyu feigns shock with a faux-fleshy hand against his heart, while the other holds several re:gal photocards in protective slips. He’s been trying to get his hands on an out of print Farahh cards -- the special zelos release, of course -- in versions A and C.

It’s serious business.

“We’re not doing anything illegal here, unless you count that dick trying to rip me off with fake cards,” he says. He shoots a pointed look, raised eyebrow and all, at the man grumbling at the opposite end of their circle. It’s nice to talk with other bounty hunters about weaponry and re:gal merchandise, and he doesn’t mind roping Jinan into joining him. He lives to see that boy feel uncomfortable around aliens.

“These are my friends,” he says, shooting a wide grin. “Big re:gal fans, too.” Out of the circle of bounty hunters, he’s clearly the smallest and lightest one there. His dandelion barely reaches the collarbone of one giant, whose tattoos and cosmetic scarring has gotten him some wary looks from mothers with their small children. While strength is helpful in certain situations, bounty hunting is one profession where it isn’t necessary. Sunggyu relies on being quicker and more inventive than his targets because once he’s got cuffs on them, he might as well open his wallet for payment right there.

“I’m sure there are a few cards you still need to complete your collection, right kid?”

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➢ thorn in my side

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jinki tried his best not to show the irritation that came from sunggyu’s words. no, it’ll be a repeat of last time if he said something, he couldn’t submit to the temptation to stoop down to his level. it was too easy to make a remark back and disregard his professionalism, but jinki was going to be the better person. instead, he sighed, and adjusted his grip on the tray.

right, there wasn’t anything the other was saying that he didn’t know about. these prisoners were either submissive or defiant and that was all there was to it. submissive ones were guilty for what they did or either followed rules enough to give them a lighter sentence. those defiant ones either felt discriminated against or were confident enough that they’d get out of this and lack the reflection from being incarcerated. there was no guess to which and why the alien fit in.

however, he did say something that made his face twitch. “re:gal performances you say…” jinki tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible with this piece of information. music was okay as long as it wasn’t on distracting levels, but watching performances was another thing entirely if that meant activity flying right over their heads. “your complaint has been noted. but as i think back on my notes, i’ve also heard complaints about you.”

the tray was placed down near the meal slot, but wasn’t pushed through yet. he wanted some answers first. “just what were you thinking when you started a food fight in the cafeteria?”

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“the bloodsack in line was looking at me funny,” he says. his tone sounds incredulous, as though he cannot believe starting food fights in a prison cafeteria isn’t a perfectly normal, appropriate reaction. alien-human tensions are only exemplified in such a constricting environment. prisoners are in permanent sour moods, so the smallest of things can cause an inmate to blow a fuse.  “you know how many times i’ve been called half-breed and mutt?” he says. “this guy wasn’t saying it, but he was clearly thinking it.”

sunggyu crosses his arms,  swirling patterns of minuscule flowers and vines curled around them like tattoos. the zelosian raises an eyebrow at the officer, just daring him to challenge the thought. “I guarantee you that the janitors are thankful to be cleaning up mashed potatoes off the floor instead of blood for once.”

the dandelion on his head sticks up defiantly, wiggling like a little antenna picking up on waves of annoyance and frustration. some zelosians live off of sunlight, while others live off being pains in the asses. he pointedly looks down at the meal slot because without sunlight, he’s stuck on a bland and sugar-free prison diet.

“Just what were you thinking when you incarcerated me? I wasn’t doing anything illegal at the time!”

[icagyu-blog]

belated beans

HELLO EVERYONE! I’m going on vacation for two weeks, so I’ll be on semi-hiatus due to unreliable internet! However, I WANNA GET IN ON THESE EVENT POINTS! I won’t have internet access, but I do have a super long car ride to type whatever I want during. :D

Sunggyu is basically going to be mingling around hoping to catch a good bounty or better deals on some crap for his Stupid Piece of Crap. :D

Comment with “step on me” if you want me to write you a random event starter. Comment with “imma crush you” if you want to write a random event starter for me.

SEE YOU SOON, LOVELY LEGUMES!

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[ satellite downlink : static ]

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he blinks and stands at attention almost immediately once the communicators click on. it’s automatic, bred from his years in the navy, and cultivated further by his own dedication to this habit in the face of an environment that deems to challenge it. and the way he half-reaches for his weapon is automatic too, except he doesn’t, and just heaves a sigh and places his hands in the pockets of his coat.

it’s the criminals that are most useful to the empire that jinan can never understand. it makes no sense to work outside the law, and still somehow benefit it. they’re leeches, and the empire is too lenient, and if it weren’t for the strictly business relationship the navy has with the bounty hunters of this part of the universe, jinan would’ve shot his criminal right where he stands.

“negotiating for any more than what we agreed on won’t end well for you,” jinan warns, though says it as a matter-of-fact. he’s never had much patience dealing with criminals like gyu, and even more so half-breeds. 

so he motions for the creature to walk towards the establishment behind them, but he doesn’t walk first. it’s not much of a trek, and there’s no need to have any sort of identification to enter the dome. it’s an easy process: open the button, make an entrance, and go inside the fast food chain. still: he’d be a fool to turn his back on a bounty hunter.

“walk quickly. i’ll get you a soda, and we’ll get this over and done with.” 

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“oh, boo hoo,” he says, rolling his eyes. “you’re so intimidating. should i be quaking in my moon boots?"

sunggyu walks quickly as instructed, despite his attitude. verbal resistance makes him a pain in the ass, but he's obedient when it comes to staying away from orange jumpsuits. he has no thirst for real trouble, so there's no chance of him joining rebellions or criminal syndicates. in the eyes of empire law, he's nothing more than a petulant child. he knows his place, even if he gets a kick out of testing his limits. jinan seems like the perfect candidate to push his boundaries. but the more he glances back, the more he starts feeling sorry for the kid.

"are you going to be like this the whole time?" he asks. sunggyu looks behind him, one eyebrow raised from beneath his helmet. "you don't have to be so uptight, kid." his underwear is riding up, so he kicks a leg out and tugs back on the seat of his pants. he doesn't care what other people -- especially empire brats -- think. he hasn't cared about much of anything for the past thirty years.

he laughs as they approach the restaurant and he presses the button, welcoming the two of them into greasy heaven. "you can look me up if you want," he says. "i punched a cop on zelos once and that's about as violent as i get. lighten up a little, yeah? this is a meeting at McDonald's, not an interrogation."

[inpinitaize]

flustered sunggyu when he was caught lying

[icagyu-blog]

WELCOME NEW PEOPLE! WHO IS READY TO GET HELLA #LIT?  Here’s space!gyu and his goggles probably.

I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to greet everyone individually on acceptance nights, but I’ll bother you soon enough! ;D Please like this post if you’d like to plot and I'll fly into your messages! 

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SURPRISE VOYAGE *

( && icagyu )

her manager would think that this was another normal… nice day for a fansign for re:gal fans who could afford to meet them. from signing autographs, to receiving an overwhelming amount of gifts or even taking a few photos. farrah had been used to it and fansigns were something she surprisingly enjoyed, not just because her mood was brightened on this day. maybe because of the fact that she received a few daisy flowers, chocolates or a few plushies. how was she going to carry these all home? who knows.

her manager looked overwhelmed, rather nervous only because there has been rumors of a possible criminal on the loose but she thought who knew where this criminal was and it wasn’t going to stop them from having a fan meeting for their fans and no one would want to disappoint them, would they? she had told the crowd over again that things were going smoothly and nothing was going to ruin the day. farrah would rather keep talking to her fans, get to know them in order to keep them distracted and her words had seemed to work so far.

although it was as if she had jinxed it by thinking that things were going to go smoothly and they would finish off the day with no problems. but the lower part of the crowd would start panicking all of a sudden and farrah felt shocked to hear the noise from afar. security would usher the crowd forward to avoid any injuries. there had been a man running apparently, although no one got a good look at his face or knew who the hell this man was who was causing such a scene.

was this man the criminal that they were talking about? farrah wanted to move, help her fans but then her manager would stop her, tell her to sit down and let security handle it but it seemed as though they had little to no control over the situation. she was nervous and a little freaked out as everyone shouted left and right towards each other. what a day…

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the sound of a blaster shooting upwards, its beam crackling with energy, has crowds scattering. the culprit is slowed down by the density of the crowd. his chances of leaving the planet without wearing stun cuffs grow slim. he glances over his shoulder where one, stubborn bounty hunter refuses to be shaken by the crowd.

if zelosians were violent creatures, they could be a force to be reckoned with. their slow aging gives allows them to develop skills by young adulthood that takes humans a lifetime, they can survive without food by taking a walk in some sunshine, their "blood" clumps quickly to prevent bleeding out, and so much more. however, their species and culture has them weaving flower crowns and studying agriculture all day.

kim sunggyu is an exception; he sees opportunity and seizes it. he pushes boundaries -- challenges the expectations placed on his species. he hails from the peaceful planet, the docile planet, the safe planet.

he hails from his beautiful planet with a fire in his eyes and guns snug in holsters.

sunggyu vaults over obstacles with sheer, unabashed speed. he aims his taser gun -- it's a clear shot nobody could miss -- but the weapon is faulty and won't shoot.

"Shit."

his target comes back for combat, hoping to knock him down to gain time. sunggyu dodges what he can, but a few hits to his head have stars in his vision. his image morpher device is damaged and his true self is on display: green and fragile like a flower. the criminal takes aim with his blaster, but sunggyu has no plans to go out that easily.

it's a quickdraw, just like the stories his father would tell him about.

sunggyu shoots his plasma gun right on the mark, right on the barrel of his opponent's blaster. the blast has nowhere to go but backwards, blowing out the other end. the criminal is shot in the shoulder. he tries running again, but sunggyu has him stuck in a sticky mess with more shots of plasma.

"gotcha."

unfortunately, some plasma residue had clumped in his bias wrecker's hair.

[icajin-blog]

[ satellite downlink : static ]

@icagyu

if today wasn’t the day, jinan would be less flustered. no – that isn’t the right word for it; anxious, on-edge, disturbed. dealing with criminals and low-life bounty hunters used to be something only jinan had nightmares about, but being stationed all the way out here changed a lot of things. one had to learn to adapt in order to reach a goal, be it survival, or something else. this was jinan adapting.

his parents always said: it’s good to have something better than what your buyer has. even better that they know they’re not your only option – competition always whets the palate, keeps the blood going.

business deals weren’t part of naval training anyway.

so he waits, naval uniform concealed by a tattered, worn coat. he doesn’t bother to hide the rifle slung over his back. this is a moon, and a few kilometres away is a run-down mcdonalds, gleaming in its own dome. ( going to work there must be hell. ) the helmet kept him breathing; the exosphere here was so sparse that it didn’t even deserve to be called an exosphere, even if the moon was almost as big as the old earth. 

waiting out here kept him anxious, but he couldn’t afford to turn back now and regret wasting his time. to people who had money, information was far more valuable, and today, he and his business partner should be well aware of the fact.

[icagyu-blog]

fresh out of prison. it’s a glorious feeling to trade an orange jumpsuit for the familiar, comforting weight of a belt full of tools. his occasional incarceration is only to reassure the public, as he’s always released within a few days to resume his hunts. but this time, he’d pissed off Vice Admiral Jinki and had been locked in a cell to adjust his “attitude problem”.

he normally doesn’t stay locked in a cell for more than a few days, and it’s merely for public relations reasons. bounty hunting is technically illegal. his lifestyle is overlooked by officials because he reports to the empire so much, that he might as well be working for them. 

but truthfully, he’ll work for anyone who offers enough credits.

sunggyu switches on the communications for his own helmet and his words come in, shamelessly laden with a heavy zelosian accent. “i hope you plan on paying me in the price we agreed,” he says. “a complete re:gal collection is pretty pricey, especially when you start collecting the photocards.” 

he’s only half-joking. maybe only one eighth joking.

he also plans on retiring early for a lavish life surrounded by beautiful women and expensive desires worthy of an emperor himself. the only problem is that he’s broke as fuck, but his recent habit of turning criminals into the empire guarantees credits. he can’t count how many times he’s been cheated by sleazes in the past. at least the empire has credibility. 

“you can also buy me a drink,” he says. “zelosians sure do like their mcflurries. that’s one hundred and three grams of sugar content -- a delicacy! i feel bad that alcohol is so much more expensive for everyone else.” 

it’s hard to believe that he holds any ounce of notoriety; his relations between other outlaws and pirates isn’t pleasant. but, his records show that he’s skilled at what he does for both wits and creative usage of his species’ natural conditions.

“don’t look so stiff,” he says. “it’s not like i’m going to shoot you.”   

[icajinki-blog]

➢ thorn in my side

“i’ll deal with him,” he told his informants with a sigh, standing up from his office chair after he had finished work on his terminal. he straightened his clothes and nodded to the subordinates to be escorted to the holding cells, and while in transit, asked them to give him a briefing of the situation.

sunggyu was turning out to be more of a pain than jinki bargained for as he sighed again, trying hard not to roll his eyes while listening to the latest news about his prisoner. a food right? really? he knew what the alien was capable of as far as his records go with an impressive list and the personal effects he came with, but this should be a reminder to him that anything could happen from incarcerating a bounty hunter with a childish attitude.

if jinki told the truth to anyone, his attitude was the reason he was in there in the first place.

the guards handed over a tray of food upon jinki’s request and left to his own devices when he entered the room. a lot of commotion went on when the other prisoners spotted a military official, looking at him either with disdain or intimidation, but jinki was able to brush their comments off as white noise.

what he couldn’t cancel out though was the ruckus being made in the intended cell of his visit, watching the green-skinned alien entertaining himself with its contents. “what in blazes are you doing?”

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the morning guards had switched shifts with pounding headaches. no matter what they threatened, they couldn’t get the half-zelosian to shut the fuck up. sunggyu slams a metal cup against the cell floor and leans back against the cell wall, all while a triumphant look shines on his face. “good afternoon to you too, asshole,” he says. “what do you expect? i’m bored out of my skull and you people won’t even give me a magazine.”

he’s not easily intimidated by medals and rankings. if he were, then he would’t have the audacity to smirk while wearing an orange jumpsuit. sunggyu raises an eyebrow in the direction of the cell door, where trickles of the outside racket filters through. “aren’t you mister popular?” he says, “those aliens out there sound like they really love you.”

his attitude doesn’t come from arrogance -- oh no, he’ll be the first to admit that most of the other inmates trample him like a leaf. sunggyu’s attitude comes from a need to be defiant, just like a child always testing limits in front of the babysitter. he stands on the very edge of the line, then pokes one toe out to watch everyone’s reaction. while he can’t knock someone down in a fist fight, he can track that opponent across the galaxy and haul them to prison. as much as he downplays his assets, intelligence and speed are a great combination for him. but despite being a hassle, his records show he’s never turned that defiant nature against the empire. in fact, his criminal records are tame compared to others; no murders or assassinations, no permanent injury to others, no major destruction to empire property, no hijacking of ships, and never physically resisted when being detained. 

verbal resistance is another story (some guards even chat about how it would be nicer to be throat-punched by an inmate than listen to the bounty hunter’s attitude).

sunggyu stays strictly within the lines of hunting and retrieving for the empire, but occasionally offers service to a private client if they offer enough credits. he always keeps two eyes on the prize, two hands on his guns, and a wallet open for business.

“i’d like to file a complaint on the grounds of cruel and unusual punishment, by the way,” he says. “your guards stream re:gal performances right outside my cell so that i can hear them, but not watch them.”

[icagyu-blog]

photosynthesis ; dawon

Speed is his best friend; his clever mind, quick reflexes, and nimble body have never let him down. The criminal he chases is triple his build, but with strength comes lumbering footsteps. Gyu scales fences and walls, feet propelling him upward and hands gripping onto grooves in whatever surface he’s climbing. Call him whatever you like -- a gymnast, a parkour runner, a natural born stunt man. He’s honing in on the target and with every step, he feels the sweet taste of the bounty he’ll collect from the Navy.

Plants are fragile; flowers are delicate and their green leaves are easily bruised. Combat is his greatest weakness, but his swift movements have him dodging what could’ve been a dangerous blow to the head. Gyu prefers to keep his distance, but the taser gun hurts more at close range and this hunt is personal. The man had tried ripping the dandelion off the half-zelosian’s head. He’s about to be met with two electrical shots through Mr. Right Nipple and Mr. Left Nipple.

That’s exactly how the end of the chase plays out: a writhing, slightly paralyzed criminal on the ground getting his wrists locked in stun cuffs. A triumphant, satisfied expression curves the bounty hunter’s lips into a big smile. He slips the gun back into its holster, then hums as he hoists the twitching fugitive to his feet.  “You almost ripped my dandelion off,” he said. “Welcome to a whole new world of pain.” 

Unfortunately, all that jumping triggers a faulty plasma bomb inside the pouch hooked to his belt. It explodes, bursting open the pouch and getting him covered in goop. He doesn’t have time to scream because he’s glued tight, a sticky substance holding his splayed body on the ground like a bug that’s just been swatted. 

Thank goodness his hands got stuck near his belt; he can always activate the stun cuffs if his target tries to get away. He struggles and struggles and struggles...but, it’s no use. He’s stuck there until someone helps him or a Naval officer laughs before letting him spend an evening in prison. 

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