Thread: Retribution: a firefly themed rp {panda&pony}

Cal Johnson was a Ranger that should have been washed out years ago, but the Commonwealth wasnt in any position to make their law-men retire early, even ones with a reputation like Cals. The fact of the matter was that they were losing the war with the Allied Corporations, a coalition of maga-corporations that seceded from the Commonwealth years ago. They were short on ships and men, but they still had their greatest weapons. Artificial Intelligence cores that the AC couldnt even help to get close to in complexity, and the queen bee of all AIs protecting the Commonwealth's secrets. Still, it was all just a battle of attrition. Cal was just along for the ride. He was a law-man now, so his battlefield was within Commonwealth border space. Six years as a pilot in the Navy left him with a cybernetic arm and a whole lot of nightmares, but it also shaped him into one of the finest pilots in the cluster, and knowing that he should have died a frigid death in the vacuum of space, Cal took chances other men wouldnt take. His superiors hated him for it, but he got results where other Rangers didnt. He had been forced to find a new deputy so he came to the Ritz, the shadiest outlaw station in the whole of known space. The station itself was a sovereign entity so he had no jurisdiction here, but everyone that knew he was a law-man also knew better than to bother him. Hed been to nearly every dive on the station the ones he could stomach being in and hadnt found anyone hed ever give a badge and a gun. He liked scouting at places like the Ritz. Anyone with half a soul left would stand out like a sore thumb. Besides, anyone that survives the Ritz with their dignity left has to have a whole lot more fire and guts than any snot-nosed punk raised on a Commonwealth core planet. Station life was hell, especially on an outlaw station. If you werent a prostitute, you were a pimp or a gang member or a drug dealer. Or you were a pirate, you mustn't forget them. Before the AC the Commonwealth actively hunted pirates. Now, they are much friendlier providing they pillage and plunder the right ships. Cal was a tall man, thin but built like fighter. His black stetson made him seem even taller. It was an old thing, you could tell that it had seen many days. Under the hat he had dark brown hair with a slight hint of gray that was also present in the stubble that lined the strong features of his face. Cal was only pushing thirty but the gray was a sign of the life he lived. He wore well fitted jeans with a dark gray shirt bloused into them, and thin black tie. He had a long-coat on the back of his stool it was too damn hot to wear it so everyone in the bar could see the leather shoulder holster and the pistol he had tucked into it. Can I have a bourbon on the rocks, darling? he asked the Bartender, giving her a look over. He had an archaic accent that actually made him calling her darling sound proper rather than the typical sexual context she surely heard all the time. From what he could tell she was the best candidate hed seen since he docked. She looked miserable, and had a look of disgust in her eyes at every person she looked at. She wanted out, he could tell. She reminded him of a tigress, caged and forgotten.