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Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Violet, Dec 10, 2017.

  1. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Somewhere between Tycho and Ceres, a few days before the Blockade...


    The three man crew had made the decision to head for Ceres station. It was one of the larger stations in the Belt; and it would offer their best chances at resupplying their recently acquired ship, while also affording them the opportunity to find some sort of gainful employment. For the time being, Violet was the acting pilot for the vessel, but she could only do so much. So far, her best (and only) claim to fame was not crashing the ship into Tycho station in a fiery blaze of glory. It was more than @Dieter or Keith (@Antumbralite) could say, but it was hardly something she was comfortable with.

    The past several hours had been spent reading through the ship's flight manual that was stored on one of the computers on the bridge. It had taken Violet ages to find the file, but it wasn't exactly like she had much else to do with her time. At some point, she was going to have to dock this ship in a berth, and she didn't want to go at it without knowing the ins-and-outs of the ship's capabilities.

    She sat curled up in one of the crash couches, the soft green glow of the computer screen illuminating her features. It looked as though the shuttle came with a docking assist program, which was a relief, though it wouldn't do all the work for her. The odds of them smashing into the spinning rock of Ceres just went down a few points, at the very least. They would need to find themselves a proper pilot at some point in the future, there was no getting around that.

    Violet was skilled enough to keep them from killing themselves, but that was about it. What she really wanted to be doing at the moment was trying to figure out what was causing the fluctuation in the Epstein drive. It wasn't too much of an issue for now, but if left unattended, it could develop into a much larger problem. Maybe one of the capacitors was starting to fail?

    A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. She had a headache from reading the screen for so long. Her legs ached from being curled up and her back was beginning to protest the position, as well.

    She shifted her weight in the chair, grimacing slightly. This was a process that she had been repeating for several hours now. Read until she got uncomfortable, readjust and then keep reading.

    It was starting to get more and more difficult to focus, however, and she found her mind wandering as she read over a particularly dry portion of the manual that emphasized the importance of engaging the port thrusters in sequential order. What were Dieter and Keith up to right now? Was Keith passed out again on some random crash couch somewhere in the ship? Should she go check on him? Was Dieter picking at his bandages, after she had just re-wrapped them? She was convinced that he was doing that just to get on her nerves.

    There was a pause when she realized that she had read over an entire section of the manual, and she hadn't retained any of the words. "Bloody hell..." She grumbled to herself, sighing once more as she scrolled back to the top of the page.

    Her eyes turned towards one of the other consoles on otherwise empty bridge. Most of the screens had been turned off to conserve energy and power, but there was a blue light flashing between the navigation station and the communications unit.
     
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  2. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Waking up from a Sub-Zero slumber was hardly refreshing. Keith had to lay still for a few minutes just to wait for the lines of communication between his brain and body to start working again. Once he was able to move, sitting up greeted him with a splitting headache. He sat on the crash couch a few minutes longer, head in his cupped hands, before he fully stood up. His balance was shaky, but would return to normal soon enough. When his stomach began to growl, Keith realized he had not eaten since his escape from Tycho Station.

    He wandered to the cockpit of the ship, assuming there he would find the two Earthers he befriended -- @Violet and @Dieter Kohler. When Keith peered through the doorway, he only spotted Violet. He softly cleared his throat after releasing a yawn to get her attention, not wanting to startle her. "Oye, sesata. Are you hungry? I have a few freeze-dried rations I brought along." He looked over his shoulder, scanning the adjacent areas of the ship. "Where's the grumpy one?"
     
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  3. Dieter Kohler

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    Although he’d semi-agreed to serve as part of the trash heap’s crew on a provisional basis, there really wasn’t that much for Dieter to do on board. Back on Eros, and Ceres before that, he’d worked security. There was nothing to secure. During his tour with the UNN Navy, he’d served as an intelligence specialist on the bridge - primarily identifying, analyzing and prioritizing targets. ‘Targets’ implied weaponry - which he’d cross-trained for in the event that the gunner caught a PDC slug - of which the rusted old shuttle had none. Feeling rather useless, Dieter took the opportunity to explore the Flying Fuck, deck by deck.

    The interior larger than he’d expected it to be. While the shuttle wasn’t the size of a military frigate, it hadn’t occurred to him that it would lack the redundant double armor hull common on modern fighting vessels. Without the dead space, the Fuck wasn’t exactly spacious, but it had room for a small crew and amenities, and the cargo bay was more than large enough to house Violet’s silly little tugboat. By the time he closed the door of the ill-maintained drive bay at the aft of the craft, he determined that it might have been a piece of shit, but it was, indeed, a ship.

    It was restless boredom rather than satisfaction with his tour. that eventually drew him back to the bridge, just in time to catch the tail ending of the Belter’s question.

    “The grumpy one,” he echoed, giving the taller, younger man a firm, amiable slap on the shoulder as he slid by him in the narrow doorway, “Was doing a nose-to-tail while the lazy one got his widdle nappie-poo in. You all rested up, princess?”

    Winking at the Belter, then nodding at his fellow Earther he flopped back into the stiff gel of the navigation station he’d claimed before, and yawned, stretching as much as the cockpit allowed. He stared at the winking blue light beside him for several long seconds before his brows furrowed. Since there wasn’t much uniformity to civilian ship design - let alone Belter - he wasn’t sure what the indicator light meant, but the placement and intensity must have meant something. A few taps later, he made a concerned noise.

    “Perfect. So. Guys. We just got hit with a ranging laser,” he tried desperately to locate the source on the aging sensor and camera arrays, but not before the light went red. “Aaand that would be us being painted for targeting.”
     
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  4. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet had turned in her seat to face Keith when she heard him speak up, grateful to have someone to talk to or distract herself from the monotony of reading over the manuals. It wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence that a Belter called her sesata, so her expression was a mixture of pleasant surprise and curiosity. Just when she had been about to respond to him, the telltale sound of heavy boots thudding against the metal-grated floor reached her ears. The other earther had arrived on scene.

    Her attention shifted to @Dieter Kohler when he walked up behind the tall Belter, the slight grin turning to a proper smile. She laughed softly as the term 'Princess' was casually tossed into the conversation. "Hey, everyone needs a little beauty sleep every now and again." She teased, running a hand through her hair.

    When Dieter gave that worried noise in the back of his throat, she sat up a little straighter in her chair and frowned. Something was wrong, obviously. Before he had even announced that they were being hit with a targeting laser, she was standing behind Dieter and leaning over his shoulder to look more intently at the display he was looking at. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ..." She muttered under her breath, using one of her favorite curses. "What now?"

    Who the hell was targetting them all the way out here? Her fingers curled tightly into the gel of Dieter's crash couch, eyes narrowed as she read over the information flashing on the screen. "That's not a Martian or UN IFF code... do y'recognize it?"
     
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  5. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith was pleasantly surprised by the comradely teasing from Dieter. He had received a sort of indifferent vibe from the man and was not sure what to make of him. Before he could think of a retort, Dieter had pointed out their new conundrum, to put it lightly. "It never ends, eh?" Keith remarked.

    He joined Violet in peering over Dieter's other shoulder. The IFF code being broadcast did look familiar, but he could not put his finger on it. "I'd put money on it being Belter." For the unidentified ship to target them without a hail meant they were needlessly hostile, especially given Keith and company were in an unarmed rust bucket. "Probably pirates. Radical OPA. The type that shoots first."

    Keith stood back up, hands on his waist. "I don't see us out-running or out-gunning them, kopengs."
     
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  6. Dieter Kohler

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    Dieter nodded, concurring with Keith’s assessment. Out here, it was considered polite to give other crafts a wide berth - on the minuscule chance that two ever crossed paths coincidentally, even on a common shipping route. Space was big. A ranging wasn’t unheard of, for safe maneuvering, but you didn’t hit someone with a targeting laser with friendly intentions. Still, he held up an index finger at Keith’s pessimism.

    No ship with a functioning drive plume was every really disarmed. Against an unskilled or unsuspecting opponent who wasn’t on the lookout for it, a flip and burn at close range could melt just about any armor plating faster than any weapons array. However, the likelihood of the ‘Flying Fuck’ outmaneuvering anything smaller than an even bigger rusted piece of scrap metal seemed unlikely. Still, it was worth looking. Patiently prodding at the slow-loading display, he finally got a wireframe display of the target as sketched by their laser.

    “Keith gets a cookie,” he mumbled, rotating and zooming in on the model, sweeping the uniquely-shaped Belter shipped for hardpoints and other useful features. “A little smaller than us - probably faster, based on that drive signature. At least one PDC on the starboard side - don’t have a solid line of sight on the other. Here’s hoping they’re not fans of symmetry. Shit. On the nose? That’s either a homemade torpedo tube or the ugliest hood ornament I’ve ever seen.”

    Again, his instinct was to prep a firing solution for the gunnery officer. Back in the day, his duty vessel would have detected and slagged the vessel an hour ago. Right. No weapons. No gunnery officer.

    “Best we can hope for is a boarding,” he said finally. He didn’t vocalize the alternative. He swiped over to comms and his finger hovered over the button that would transmit across an open channel. “Anyone feeling chatty? Want to convince them we’re worth at least that much?”
     
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  7. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet reached over Dieter's shoulder and grabbed a radio off the wall, and a headset to go with it. "If it's angry Belters, it's probably best that neither one of use goes over the comm channel, Dee. I'll get down to th'engine room and prep for a hard burn if'n it comes to that..." She gave his broad shoulder a light pat, then nodded to Keith.

    "If we're gonna get blown up, could you lemme know first... so I can kiss my ass goodbye? That'd be great, thanks." She winked up at the tall Belter with a confidence that she didn't quite feel. If living in the Belt had taught her anything though, it's that you can always fake it 'till you make it.

    She hurried out of the bridge, rushing down through the ship towards the tail end of their little shuttle and placing the headset over her ear as she went.
     
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  8. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Despite their precarious situation, Keith could not help but give Violet a little smile as she trotted out of the cockpit. "She's spunky. That's fun," he said to Dieter as he took her vacant crash couch. "I guess as the resident Belter, I'd better talk these dipshits down. Imim ta pashang milowda..." He tried to establish a tightbeam connection, but their boat was a tad outdated for that, because of course it was. Keith opted for a standard comm request instead.

    "Unidentified vessel, this is the... uh --" it occurred to Keith they had not yet named the ship. "Flying... Fuck. Please acknowledge. We're a civilian vessel just trying to scrap together a payday, sasa ke?" He winced and looked over at Dieter. Hopefully Violet could work some magic, quick-like.

    There was a laugh in response. "Flying Fuck? Dédawang ta xélixup! Kemang to?"

    They got a reply; that was a start. "Oye, kopeng. Just some Belters on the drift, coming from Tycho."

    "Tycho, yeah? Rough stuff dere, beratna. Heard it on fire!" Another laugh.

    "Affirmative, kopeng. Look -- nothing to hide here. Just passing by. Mind pointing that thing somewhere else, fodagut?"

    A pause. Keith glanced over again at Dieter. Deja vu.

    "Okie, okie beratna. Cut thrust and prepare for boarding. Jus' wanna take a look-see." The connection cut.

    Keith let out a deep breath. "We're not dead yet, eh?"
     
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  9. Dieter Kohler

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    Dieter watched Keith closely as he went about the delicate task of negotiation without leverage. The hostile ship had already painted them several times, and would be more than aware they had no external means of defense. Additionally, knowing Belters, he wouldn’t have been all that surprised if Keith erupted into a near religious-rant about the superiority some rock-hopper faction or another in an intentional effort to get them killed as a matter of pride.

    He was pleasantly surprised to find he was wrong, and even grinned at the use of his nickname for the ship. Maybe it would stick. Keith, as it luck had it, was either a natural, or he’d done this thing before. Neither was Dieter’s business. Not for now..

    “No,” he agreed, once the channel was closed. It really had been the best outcome they could have realistically hoped for. “No, we’re not. Yet. Nice job, princess.”

    With a half-grin and a nod, he pushed himself out of his chair, drawing and racking the pistol hidden at his hip before snapping it back into its holster. “Let’s go roll out the welcome mat, yeah?”
     
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  10. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet's voice crackled softly through the communication system on the bridge. "Well, we're nae a ball of plasma and slag. So I'd say that's good news. Are we expectin' company?" She asked.

    While she spoke into her headset, she was wrestling with a piece lever that had nearly rusted into place on the wall. It would allow for a manual override of the input into the ship's drive, essentially allowing them an extra boost of speed for short periods of time. In a shuttle this small, and for what its intended purpose was, she was amazed that the damned thing came with the option at all. From the looks of it, the override had never been used before today. She would need to run several checks of the system first, make sure that the drive itself could handle the added stress.
     
  11. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Violet's voice was mildly distorted over the bridge's speakers, but Keith was able to make out her inquiry. "They must have got our invitations," he replied, loudly enough that the dash's mic could pick up his voice. "Cutting thrust. Stand by for zero g."

    While Dieter prepped his firearm, Keith floated after him to the airlock. "Does this princess get a gun, too, or am I on tickle duty?" Keith joked. It was his way of functioning in dangerous situations, which he seemed to find quite easily these days. "We still have a few minutes before they latch on."
     
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  12. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Not thinking it a good idea for the three of them to stay separated while their 'acquired' ship was inspected, Violet made her way to the airlock shortly after the brief conversation with Keith. She kept the tool belt with her, not quite trusting the would-be-boarders to not steal some of the only valuables on the ship. The right tools could be the difference between life and death out in the black, and she didn't want to run the risk of some going "missing".

    Now that they were no longer under thrust, she found it easier to move about the ship. She easily propelled herself through the decks that were between her and the airlock. With a playful grin, she flipped up onto the main deck and hovered a few feet above Keith and Dieter, with her head tilted back so that she could look at them. She reached out with her left hand to catch a hand hold, stopping her forward momentum.

    Once she had stopped herself, she pulled her long hair into a loose knot at the back of her head, not wanting the strands to drift around her face and get in the way. "Engine's as prepped as she's gonna get for now. Did they say what they wanted, Keith?"
     
  13. Dieter Kohler

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    “Aw. Of course you can have a gun,” Dieter replied pleasantly to Keith’s inquiry, before frowning theatrically at him as he cocked his head, the slight motion enough to rotate him in the null gravity. “You…did bring a gun, right. No? Better go for the armpits then. Or inner thigh.”

    He wasn’t sure why the Belter thought he was a walking gun store, especially when he’d boarded the shuttle with the just clothes on his back. The piece he did have was black-market from Eros, easily older than him, but as reliable as it was cheap. It felt unlikely that the utility shuttle had an armory. If he was going to stick around, that would have to be fixed. Assuming that they still had a ship in the next few minutes. Or lives, for that matter.

    Pitching forward towards what had been down to grab a headset and portable antique radio of his own, Dieter nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Violet’s voice come from above them and jerked around to look. The other Earther almost looked as if she were enjoying herself, infinitely more comfortable in zero-G than he’d been even in his Navy days. She evidently wasn’t too concerned about the whole ’boarding’ thing, either. Was that experience or naivete?

    “Probably everything that isn’t nailed down,” he interrupted casually as he tuned in the appropriate frequency and slid the earpiece on, although the question hadn’t been meant for him. “That might even include us.”
     
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  14. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith chuckled at Dieter's remark; he liked the banter he struck with the man. Violet joined them outside the airlock after some fancy zero g maneuvers. She seemed rather comfortable in the environment.

    "These types don't usually stop by for coffee and conversation, bossmang,"
    he added to Dieter's response. "What's our play here? We can try to bluff, but travelling with a pair of Inners makes me a welwala in their eyes. Not a good combination, sasa ke?"

    A proximity alarm sounded from the cockpit. The boarders were getting close.
     
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  15. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    She tongued the inside of her cheek and swung her feet towards the floor so that she was oriented in the same direction as Keith and Dieter. The tool belt that she had strapped over her chest drifted lazily around her torso and she pushed it to the side to keep it out of the way. "Mmm... might be best if you're the bosmang, aye? If this is a belter shuttle... might be a good idea t'have a Belter runnin' her."

    She was hovering high enough that she could easily reach up to pat Keith's shoulder, and she grinned up at him.

    The airlock shuddered briefly, a mechanical groan vibrating through the hull as the two airlocks were connected. Violet took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. This wasn't the first time her ship had been boarded, at least it wasn't pirates this time... so far as they knew. She glanced over to Dieter, tough as he was, he wouldn't be enough to stop an entire crew of determined raiders. They just had to hope these people didn't want any actual trouble.

    "We're just tryin' to get to Ceres. Nothin' to hide and not lookin' for trouble. It's gonna be fine." She murmured lowly, under her breath. It wasn't quite clear if she was talking to Dieter and Keith, or just herself.
     
  16. Dieter Kohler

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    Making a noncommittal noise of discontent at Violet’s final comment, Dieter suddenly rotated, clicked his tongue and fired a fingergun at the woman as she matched their orientation. “I think you’re onto something. Belter cab driver shuttling a couple scared inyalowdas out of harm’s way at an absurdly steep upcharge? We play dumb while Princess explains how he’s slyly sticking it to a pair of stupid inner assholes, and maybe they don’t get so pissed about the empty cargo bay.”

    It was a stretch, sure, but a stretch was better than no plan at all. It beat trying to fight their way free – that only ended in a PDC-riddled hull and an overall bad day. Stiil, it wasn’t in his nature to pretend that violence would ever be completely off the table.

    “They don’t buy it, they don’t like it, the hairs stand up a little too much on the back of your necks – “ he continued, looking between his two companions, lowering his voice dramatically, as if the invaders might hear them through the closed airlock door, now that they’d made the connection. “ – we keep them on board, keep them alive, if possible. Maybe that kind of collateral keeps their ship from breaking loose and slagging us. Maybe.”

    He shrugged, straightened and began to adjust his smile, practicing until he felt like he looked like a nervous, clueless Earther in preparation for their guests. He was a bit disappointed to find that it really wasn’t that hard.
     
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  17. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith raised an eyebrow as Dieter suggested his plan. As far as last-minute strategies went, it just might do the trick. The hardest part of the ordeal was finding out where the loyalties of the Belters lied, provided they did not come on board with guns ablaze. That would be a bigger heap of difficulty. He nodded. "That... could work. Just don't hold anything I say against me."

    The sounds of the other ship's airlock cycling began. In the next minute or two, their guests would be knocking. Keith's heart was pounding. The stress was too much, but this was very much a do-or-die situation. You have to hold it together. Now their airlock began its cycle. Showtime.

    Three Belters floated through the airlock door, each holding a handgun. Keith was surprised they did not send more, but hardly believed this was the entire crew. He offered them a Belter wave. "Oye, wa koming gut."

    The Belter in the middle seemed to be the team leader. He was about the same height as Keith and quite a bit heftier. Removing his EVA suit's helmet, he eyed Violet and Dieter before making eye contact with Keith. "Im Inya. What this, welwala?"

    Keith winced internally. That didn't take long. This was not the man he spoke to on the comms. "Aye, Inyas. Stuck on Tycho when the shooting started. I make 'em rain credits all the way home. Paxoníseki maybe not come to the Belt anymore, sasa ke?" The two other Belters removed their helmets; all three were smiling. They must have found that pretty funny.

    The leader laughed a deep, throaty laugh. He let his helmet float next to him and extended his free hand in greeting Keith. "Ya lik pashang! Now look, we jus' need to see your cargo. We heading to Tycho now and can't go shopping while we there, keya? You hand it over, we leave nicely."

    That told Keith everything he needed to know. The Belters were not above pillaging, even if they refrained from needless violence. If they were headed to Tycho, chances were decent they could be part of the coup. Regardless, they were not allies in any sense, and were not going to be happy the hold was empty. "Aye, kopeng. Take a look, but nothing's there. Just unloaded at Tycho." Keith caught the eye of the leader and tilted his head to the cockpit, bringing a finger up to tap on his temple. Comms. Talk.

    The leader narrowed his eyes, but after a pause, looked to the Belter on his left. "Guard Inyas," then to his right. "Check da hold." Looking back at Keith, he grunted and motioned to the cockpit, heading inside. Keith followed him there, shooting a subtle glance over his shoulder to Dieter and Violet. Hopefully they could take advantage of the Belters splitting up. Once they were both inside the cockpit, the leader glared at Keith, his gun at the ready. "Kemang to?"

    "I have some information for the bosmang about Tycho. I wasn't lying about the empty hold. If you let me go on my way, it's yours."

    The leader stared down Keith for a moment before speaking. "You tell us first, and bosmang make da call."

    Keith motioned to the comm controls on the dash, and the Belter hailed back to his ship.
     
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  18. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet kept close to Dieter, doing her best to sell the clueless Inya story that Keith had spun. He hadn't done a terrible job, but the Belters clearly had more in mind than just making sure they were honest freighters. She glanced over her shoulder towards Keith as he led the boarding party leader towards the bridge.

    She was glad that she'd made the decision to snag the tool belt, though if they pressed the issue it did put her in a precarious situation. With three of Belters on the shuttle, she had to wonder how many more were back on their own ship. How much trouble were they willing to get in to? They had to know that the shuttle was worth more intact than shot to pieces. They were Belters, resources were scarce enough as it was for them.

    Her attention turned back to the guard in front of her, sizing the man up as she smiled innocently up at him. He was bigger than her, but most people were, so that wasn't much of a surprise. The man carried a simple firearm, one that she noticed looked a little worn and poorly cared for, mildly annoying. It looked like he was more accustomed to using the weapon as a deterrent or a blunt object to hit someone with, than actually shooting it. He didn't carry himself with the same practice and precision that Dieter did. If it came down to a fight, she wagered that it was one her and Dieter would easily win, but that didn't take the other two Belters into account.

    The guard narrowed his black eyes at Violet and stepped towards her, casually prodding her shoulder with the barrel of the pistol. "What's a Inya tourist doin' with this, eh?" He snarled down at her, trailing the index finger of his free hand along the strap of the tool belt.

    Violet glanced up to Dieter with a wary expression in her eyes. This could be trouble. She scrambled to think of a proper response that wouldn't throw Keith's entire tale out the window. Not wanting the man to accidentally shoot her, she raised her hands up with a nervous smile. "The uh, the captain, asked me to hold it for him while he was workin' on the drive." She let a slight tremor creep into her voice when she spoke.

    The belter guard smirked down at her and laughed, a dry and menacing sound. "Eh? That coyo is more clever than he looks." He reached towards a few loose strands of hair that hovered around Violet's face, but she pulled back before he could touch her.

    Further down the ship, there was a loud crash and a slew of angry curses. It sounded like the other Belter had discovered that they weren't lying about the empty cargo hold then. "Pashang fong!"
     
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  19. Dieter Kohler

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    Although he’d been playing his best take on ‘dumb Earthman’ with relative consistency thus far, Dieter bristled a bit as the stranger nudged Violet with the muzzle of his weapon, his right hand twitching a bit as he forced his expression to remain neutral. He’d been trying for ‘scared’, but ‘indifferent’ was easier to manage alongside the knot of anger that had been building in his chest from the moment the bandits had stepped aboard the ship. Dieter Kohler wouldn’t be nominated for sainthood anytime soon, but preying on refugees was a special kind of low that even his ever-sinking moral platform permitted him to look down on. When the tone of the interaction playing out in front of him shifted, the Belter reaching for his compatriot’s face, Dieter had to avert his attention completely to avoid telegraphing his desire to turn the raider inside out.

    He refrained, held together by the distraction of the noise from the cargo bay. It was probably for the best. His experience with null-g combat was minimal, and every scenario for disarming and taking down the thug in front of them was next to useless, and would probably end with stray bullets either in Violet or the ship – neither option particularly beneficial to him. He also didn't know what that scenario meant for Keith in the cockpit. Give him some gravity beneath his boots, and he’d dismantle the slender Belter in seconds, probably take down the other two without too much fuss. As it was, however, he opted to stick to the plan. Sort of.

    “Hey. Asshole,” Dieter said pleasantly, addressing their guard without looking at him. The man stank of amateur, and Dieter knew that he’d take the bait. He didn’t really have a plan, but felt a little more in control with the threat breathing down his neck instead of Violet’s. Easier to hurt him if he was close, that was all. He jerked his head towards the angry sound coming from the cargo hold, once he caught the whiff of the Belter’s sour breath floating towards him. “See? Ship’s empty. You happy?”
     
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  20. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    "Braja, that you?" Keith recognized the voice of the Belter he spoke to previously. Apparently he was in charge, and the big man floating beside him was Braja.

    "Aye. Got the captain here, says he has something you might like," Braja replied.

    There was a pause. "Go ahead..."

    Keith spoke up while removing his hand terminal from a pocket. "I'm uploading a file to you. Fred Johnson, the pashangwala, has a bunch of undercover operatives on Tycho Station. Those are their dossiers. Now that he's bit it, you can take them all down."

    A snicker came from the comm. "Why you giving me this?" The tone of the man's voice had changed. He was suspicious.

    "I just want to go on my way. That's a deal we can make, one rock-hoppa to another, keya?" Keith answered. Braja was eyeing him intensely.

    For a second, Keith thought the Belter had cut off his comm, but his voice finally sounded after a long deliberation. "Interesting. Not sure how you get this. Not sure why you say you the Flying Fuck when your transponder say another thing. What I am sure, is that you full of kaka."

    Braja spoke before Keith could. "He say there's no cargo. And he has Inyas here, too."

    There was silence on the comm. "Bosmang?" Braja reset the receiver on the dash and tried to re-establish the connection with no luck. He grunted. "I guess you come with us. He didn't sound happy," he announced with a laugh.

    Keith nodded grimly, and the two floated back to the airlock. The Belter sent to inspect the hold floated in shortly after, cursing under her breath. "Is empty," she hissed.

    Braja made a hand signal to the Belter that was tasked to guard Violet and Dieter. The man had a murderous look in his eyes, but he spun and floated for the airlock, starting its cycle. Braja's voice boomed. "Oye, we're heading back. You three come with us. Nakangepensa here," he pointed at Keith, "pissed off the boss."

    Keith had been slowly floating towards the airlock door. The Belter who opened it was at the door of the Belter's ship now, attempting to get it to open. "Oye, Braja! Door won't open!"

    As the words left the Belter's mouth, Keith kicked out, hitting the 'Flying Fuck's' airlock panel. With a loud noise, it began to cycle shut. He clicked on his mag boots, anchoring him to the wall before he could spin out of control. Keith still held his hand terminal. He reached for the panel, preparing to seal the door after it cycled shut.
     
    #20 Antumbralite, Dec 13, 2017
    Last edited: Dec 13, 2017
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