Oneshots - multiship

Party

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some of you real og readers will remember forest, man that was a fucking belter of a fic, cant believe i deleted it...

this ones a bit like that, and much like forest the quality decreases throughout :)

but its the best i can do right now and i feel like i havent updated in years

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The entrances to the zones were nestled at the base of a sand dune in the middle of the dessert. Zone six, also known as Battery City, was Frank's ideal landing spot but honestly he'd take anything if it meant escaping the dessert sun.

He was sitting on top of 164 kilograms of metal and 35hp worth of power in the form of a converted Better Living motorcycle. Yes - a van would have been far more practical in his current setting but he had to make the best with what he had.

Sand whipped against his helmet as he pressed down on the brakes. The bike halted at the base of a large concrete tunnel, the shadow of the dune it was nestled in covered Frank's figure. He let out a breathy laugh as he revved the engine again, speeding up until the tunnel's darkness enveloped him.

He hung back against his seat, hands planted firmly on the handlebars. Darkness like this nearly always meant protection against BLI's spying eyes, no droid could detect movement in these conditions and, luckily for Frank, the models they stuck out in the dessert were too old to register the hum of a vehicle as a rebel.

He only had to worry about Dracs now.

Most of the Dracs BLI stuck out in the desert hung around zone one. Most of the illegal trade operated from there since it had the clearest route in and out of California, but zone six was home to The Killjoys. They were the whole reason Frank was even here.

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The soft crunch of sand under combat boots echoed through the desert. Frank almost hadn't heard them through the hard plastic of his helmet, but he soon caught sight of shoes on the ground and flicked his visor up.

"What are you doing out here?" Frank let his eyes scan the figure that stood before him. They were taller than Frank by a fair amount, black skinny jeans tight against their skin and a red faux-leather jacket hung off their broad shoulders. Their hair was a mess of matted blond and sharp hazel eyes matched Frank's own. He looked at least five years younger than Frank.

"Could ask you the same, kid." The blond mess chuckled and circled Frank's bike once before he pulled a pistol out. The Italian sighed and lifted his hands above his head. Hey, he was used to this.

"You know BLI?" The blond scowled and Frank couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips. "Got an ID?" Frank almost laughed at the serious look on the blond's face.

"You think I look like some BLI Drac scum?" Frank locked eyes with the tall blond once again and grinned. "The name's Ghoul. Fun Ghoul, if you prefer."

"Kobra. You here for The Killjoys?" Frank smiled and nodded, lowering his hands and holding one out to Kobra.

"Kobra Kid, I like it." Kobra rolled his eyes and pushed Frank's hand to the side. "How old are you, Ghoul?"

"Twenty four." Kobra nearly smiled as he turned away from Frank.

"I'm two years older than you, kid." Frank laughed as he watched Kobra walk toward a van parked a few meters away. "Stay close. If you hear any shooting, scream."

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Frank's bike sputtered to a stop as he followed Kobra's lead and pulled into an old gas station parking lot. He kicked the stand down and climbed out of his seat. Kobra met him a few feet across the sand and eyed him up.

"How's she holding up?" Kobra nodded towards Frank's bike and the brunet let out a low breath.

"I give her a day before the sand clogs the engine. Looks like we'll be spending a lot more time together after tomorrow." Frank smiled, putting Kobra on the shoulder before he made a beeline for the gas station door.

"You really wanna do that?" Frank stopped in his tracks, turning to face Kobra once again. "How'd you know I haven't led you to a Drac nest?"

"Fair point. After you, Kobra Kid." Kobra rolled his eyes and barged past Frank, almost pushing the shorter to the ground with the force of their shoulders colliding. Frank didn't say anything though, the man had a laser-gun and Frank was fairly certain he wouldn't hesitate to turn it on him.

Kobra delivered three precisely timed knocks to the door before the reinforced steel swung open. A mid-height red head stood in the opening, he looked Kobra up and down before patting him on the back of the head and pushing him through the entrance. He faced Frank and the shorter man swallowed nervously.

"Name?" His voice was smooth and Frank would have recognised that Jersey accent from miles away. The man was the epitome of everything Frank found attractive and he almost couldn't believe the guy even existed. It took a while for Frank's mouth to start moving and when it did, he caught the flicker of recognition that crossed the stranger's eyes. Jersey accents must be few and far between in the California desert.

"Fun Ghoul." Frank couldn't help the smile that made its way across his face. The stranger returned it before turning around and starting to walk inside the station.

"Party Poison. Come meet the Killjoys."