#;harlock

Harlock really needed to stop coming to bounty-hunter heavy planets without a disguise. Probably could have just killed them, but there were three, and they had guns, so it turned into a chase instead. And, damn, they could run.

They kept yelling at him to stop, like he would ever do that. How stupid did they think he was? The wanted poster did say alive or dead. Twisting around a corner, he found a crowd of people along the street. They were all going to hate him in a few seconds, but he plunged into the middle of them, snagging loose clothes as he went.

Yells of protest followed him as he darted down a nearby alleyway, where he rushed to put on the hat, jacket, sunglasses, and- well, the scarf was too brightly colored, so he tossed that. Phase two of his brilliant plan had him stuttering to a stop beside the nearest person he found at the other side of the alley. They must have been an unlucky sort, but lucky for him anyhow.

“Hey, sorry, weird question. There’s some guys harassing me. Would you mind pretending to be my date for a moment? They just couldn’t take no for an answer.”

@neoarcadia

With everyone focused on the, er, party, the rest of the ship was all but barren. That didn’t mean it wasn’t filled with surveillance and trip wires. “There’s another temperature monitor in the next hall,” Tochiro reported as Harlock darted along the corridors. He considered humming some secret agent theme music for himself as he tossed a canister of cooling gas into the hall before rushing through it. 

“He should be somewhere on the left,” Tochiro said. “For both your sakes, I hope this plan works, Harlock.”

“It’ll be fine,” Harlock assured him in a whisper. “Now crack open this cell door for me.” 

Tochiro muttered something about how they were both dead men as the lock gave a rebellious hiss. Harlock tossed his drawstring bag to the floor as the door slid open. The cell was even darker than the rest of the dimmed ship, but Harlock could still hear the light waltz from the party not too far away.