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BELT Legitimate Salvage

Discussion in 'Private Roleplay' started by Fahir, Mar 25, 2019.

  1. Fahir

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    Pallas

    "Well, after that cluster fuck I'm going to have to personally go and kiss the asses of the sisters grimm," Fahir said to her as the docking bay doors slid open.

    "The who?" asked a stern voice. It belonged to one of two twin sisters who had been standing on the other side of the door. There was barely an inch of flesh on the two broad women that wasn't covered by scar, tattoo or piercing.

    The Greene sisters ran the organisation that owned the ship. The crew worked tirelessly to pay off the loan to try and break free of the criminal organisation but it perpetually seemed to be two steps forward and one step back. Fahir called them the sisters grimm when he thought they were at least a hundred thousand kilometers away.

    "A pair of ugly working girls I visit when I'm short of cash. Pleasure to see you both," Fahir replied without missing a beat.

    No smile was cracked. Not even a twitch. One eyebrow rose a fraction.

    "Because your cargo was impounded on the way here?" the other sister asked.

    "Yes, but we still have a ship..." Fahir replied, waving behind him. The Martian destroyer had been ordered elsewhere before they could decide whether the arrest the whole crew or not.
     
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    Iris stepped out from behind him, dodging his hand as he waved and letting herself into the docking bay. She didn't shy back from the two sisters, never one to give any fucks over their disapproval when fuck ups like this called for it.

    "It's not lost if we go back for it," she said simply, hanging up a large gun and checking the clip of a smaller gun she then holstered instead.

    "Wouldn't have to go back for it if this ass didn't screw up the codes," she gestured towards Fahir, neither throwing him under the bus nor covering for him. It wasn't like they wouldn't find out on their own, and she wasn't one to like a loss of profit. She wanted to be paid and she would do what it took to ensure that. She could be relied on that to a fault.

    She unwrapped a lolipop, shoving its wrapper into her pocket with all the rest and popping it into her mouth. "Give us new ones, we can salvage over by Ganymede."
     
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    Fahir couldn't remember the moment we could propose that but let's think about it had turned into let's blurt it out to the sisters the moment we see them.

    He wasn't sure if Iris was trying to give them some confidence in the crew by being so frank or just try to elicit a reaction from her captain. If it led to them flying away from Pallas with all of their extremeties still he wasn't going to spare any thought to the matter.

    "You think you can fly that close to Ganymede and salvage?"

    "We don't really want the entire ship hauled away by the UN."

    "No idea how you would manage to buy us another one if you lost the Sandfly."

    The twins worked through their little back and forth and then waited expectantly.

    "We can manage it," he said. If they didn't, he was going to have to vanish quickly.
     
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  4. Iris

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    Iris quirked a brow at Fahir, his baseless faith in her ballsy assessment appreciated. But she would still explain.

    "Check your tablets, the news should be breaking now." And indeed, it was. Sudden tension over some military ships. Something about shots fired and a crash. Gaynemede life support systems coming down.

    "Get us down there. When they descend into going at each others throats we'll drift over to the wreckage and slide an and out with new goods. They'll never notice the difference in the mist of it all we get our pay. Easy. Peasy. " She popped the lollipop out of her mouth, looking expectantly to the two sisters. It was never clear how Isis managed to get her hands on details like this before they dropped, but when she deigned to share them they always proved legit.

    And it tended to saved their ass.
     
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  5. Fahir

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    I still don't own this ship, he thought to himself. Technically he now owned about thirty five percent of the freighter. It wasn't beyond his imagination to have the Sisters Grimm force him out by either paying him off or dumping him out of an airlock. And then putting Iris in charge. Was that what she was after or was she just trying her best to keep them flying?

    A look was passed between the two sisters. It didn't take much for them to somehow reach a consensus. They did at least still look back at him.

    "Risking the ship being taken over by an angry marine survivor in power armour... or just torpedoed out of existence."

    "Sounds like you need time to come up with a proper plan. If you can salvage a few warheads... Well, we will hear it in one hour."

    "Usual bar."

    The two walked away without further discussion. Fahir could see them both leaning over a terminal to confirm the story.

    "We've got five days to get to jupiter unless we burn hard," Fahir said to Iris. "I'm going to have to beg for some more fuel pellets."
     
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    Iris snorted, holding back a grimace at the thought. Funds were low. Uncomfortably low. And she had blown more than she should have at the last dive bar, and even that wasn't doing much to hold back the itch now. They needed this pay day.

    "They'll let us go in," she said with total confidence. With all that they had just lost, she didn't seem to hold it against him. She was never an emotional one. Shit happened and they moved forward, as long as he stuck his nose to the grind for this next one--

    She shook her head, popping the lolipop back between her teeth and walking away. "I need a drink."
     
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    "Is that... I need a drink we can plan how we're going to sneak part a coalition patrol and steal their salvage over or is that fuck off and make a plan captain and I'll stumble back to the ship later?" he asked.

    Fahir had a habit of speaking rapidly and gesticulating when emotions were high. Right now he knew he needed her to help him put together a convincing enough monologue that the sisters would let them keep the ship for the next haul.
     
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    She craned her neck up at him, a solid foot short than him and bitter for it. "It's a 'you're paying and I'm planning', and you're damn lucky for it. Hell, I'm not gonna be shipless come morning." She lead him through halls and doors, forgoing the bar the twins preferred and bringing him deeper in for an equally shoddy but ill lit establishment. Open tables were forgoes for small rooms closed by thick curtain. Music rumbled loudly through the establishment. Smoke drifted thickly through the air, creating a swirl of disco colored lighting that no one danced to.

    She flopped into an unclaimed booth, jerking her chin for service.
     
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    That was a deal he could work with. They had been on the float for much of the journey here to save fuel. The spin gravity of the station was a change after being in zero-g for a few days. Fahir almost managed to trip over himself taking a seat.

    He ordered a can of beer for himself. Water quality was poor out in the belt and the beer suffered for it. Anything exported from Earth was expensive. Which was why they had rebottled cheap belter beer into a crate of the stuff when they had done an export run.a few months back.

    "So what are we going for then? A wreck on the surface of Ganymede or hope there's a damaged vessel still floating?"
     
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    She ordered a shot of the real stuff.

    The curtain was closed, the lolipop rolled between her teeth as she took our her comm and started pulling up Intel. Beyond the news reports and sparse information floating to the surface, she had pictures taken from the UN's perspective of the schuffle, an a file that looked far too professional to ever have been made by her hands.

    She skimmed through it all, her cybernetic hand making a dull thud against the glass with each tap.

    "Ah. Okay, here-- Some supply ships got caught up in the fuckfest. UN tags, so there's gonna be good shit. But here--" she zoomed into a picture of Ganymede itself, the doom destroyed. "Fuck," she breathed.

    "No way anyone on land will be looking our way. They still got the UN guns to deal with."

    Their orders slid in through the curtains, brisk and efficient. She grinned, abruptly chewing the remains of the lolipop and picking up the glass. She swirled it around, smelling over the edge.

    "We swoop in to the wreckage, get the payload-- then you owe me more than a shot." Of which she tossed back with a cheers.
     
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    "You got an ex on a Martian recon ship?" he asked rhetorically. He reached across the table and swiped her screen, sending the images back over to his own table. Curiosity etched into his features, he swiped and panned across the data looking for watermarks.

    Fahir decided that he did not want to know where this high quality information came from.

    "So this... UNN Ibis is actually a lame duck? Where is it now? Ganymede never had the largest prescense but the other moons... Well, three quarters of the Martian fleet flies out of Callisto and the UN keeps a force on Europa."

    His fingers tapped the side of his glass as she rolled that lollipop over again. For some reason he kept mentally bracing against the chance she was going to crack it with her teeth just to make him flinch. He hated that sound.

    "You want us to hit that vessel itself or salvage one of the supply ships near that went down?"
     
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    "It's just just floatin," she shrugged, pulling up a map and pointing to its location on the grand scale of things. "Going the wrong way for help, that's for sure. Evac-ships are gone from the main ship. Might as well hit up the vessel and strip it for what its worth. Gonna need to convince them to lend us the fuel in the meantime. You give the UN half a day and they'll be noticing stuff like us floating about again. Shouldn't linger."

    "You got any leverage you can pay them with in the meantime?" She flicked closed her screen and looked up expectantly, still leaving him in charge to handle the hard shit, clearly.
     
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    "Yeah I can give them my right bollocks to keep in the drawer with my left," he offered sarcastically. Fahir rolled his eyes, but abruptly winced as the hard pieces of candy were ground up by Iris with her back teeth. How he loathed that sound.

    "This is going to be a hard burn. Go tell the crew to prepare the ship for a hard burn. I'll go and sort out the fuel."

    Fahir tilted his head back and necked the rest of his beer. He tapped the floor with his feet and gave a nod that suggested he just needed a moment to psyche himself up for that conversation. It was nice not to feel the weight of mag boots for once. They were always worn on the Sandfly as an engine failure could lead to them suddenly drifting and the crew being in zero-g. Pallas was a spin station. An asteroid that had been spun up such that they felt a spin force instead of gravity. Right now what he thought of as 'down' was towards the surface of the asteroid. It would take the best engines in the system months so slow the spin of Pallas so there was no threat of suddenly losing the equivalent of gravity.

    Fahir stood from the table. This was going to be a painful conversation, but it was on him to get this sorted.
     
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    Iris grinned, it no small secret that even being juiced was a hit for her. It took a lot of different chemicals to keep a body functioning under high g-force, and stimulants were certainly one of them.

    "You got it, boss." Not a term she typically used with him with hey she was feeling particularly good about things now. She slid out, a hand roughly cupping his shoulder.

    "You got this."

    Or by god she would skin him.

    She walked off, a pep to her step as the curtain drifted back and left him to the solitude of the cubical.
     
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    "Eugh," he muttered to himself when she was gone from the bar. It might not have been the wisest option but he decided to grab a shot at the bar before continuing on to meet his financers. If this had been a legitimate operation then he might have been at risk of losing the ship and perhaps an additional fine. Banks didn't tend to take pieces of you with a machete for being late on payments. Now he had to look into the jaws of danger and ask for even more.



    "Fuel pellets are loaded, we are good to go." That was Cassidy, two decks down in engineering. The Sandfly was like a rockband and its drummers where it came to engineers. They seemed to pick up a new one every few months. Cassidy was young and not particularly good at her job. For now she kept the ship ticking, but Fahir was keeping an eye out for a replacement.

    "All hands buckle up and prepare for hard burn," Fahir called out across the intercom. The ship had seven decks on top of an overpowered array of epstein drives. She was built to be a fast medium freighter. Rated for high-g as long as the cargo was properly stowed.

    Fahir lowered himself into his crash couch and pulled a screen out in front of himself. There were no windows here, but he switched to a camera view of the exterior. He could see the sleek lines of the hull and the docking pylons that kept them tethered to Pallas. Their engines were pointed away from the asteroid whilst they were held by the nose. It meant they had the same artificial spin as the station itself. It was also a launch mechanism of sorts.

    "Detaching!" he called out. All they did was detach and Pallas was moving away from them. Like a cricket bowler releasing a ball they were flung away. Everyone was instantly weightless. Rumbles ran through the hull of the ship as they reoriented themselves for their dive back out of the belt towards Jupiter and Ganymede. Fahir slipped a gum-shield between his teeth.

    "Here comes the juice." He felt the sting of the needles as the dispenser clamped down to the back of his neck. Then the cold seeping into his veins as the juice was injected into his system.

    "Prepare for burn." His voice was muffled by the guard between his teeth, but the lighting shifted to get the point across. If anyone wasn't in a crash couch they were about to have a very bad day. All the drives lit up together. He groaned as he felt his stomach pulled down into the floor. The display read the acceleration out. 1g and they were back to the sensation of earth, 2g and his limbs felt heavy, 4g and his joints began to protest. They were in for an entire hour of this before they settled back to a tolerable 0.5g.
     
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    Iris groaned, sliding out of the chair and leaning heavily against the console.

    "Fuck, you guys went cheap on that stuff." She clutched at her head, the headache sure to linger with shit grade juice floating around in her system like that. Not worth.


    She reached for a water, unhooking it and chugging it down. "Fuck," she gasped, the cool helping shake it all from her system. She shoved off and moved to Fahir's console, unwrapping a lolipop as she did so.

    "You got it up?" She craned to see the front view of the ship, looking for signs of the wreckage as they glided in. "We being tagged at all?"
     
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    "Thought that was an offer for a moment," he groaned, not even managing a trace of humour. Not that Fahir was participating in anything strenuous for some time. Felt as if there had been a weight hanging from his bollocks for a few hours. At least it no longer felt like someone was standing on his chest.

    Staying in his chair, he brought the screen closer for a look at their surroundings. Fahir didn't know how she was up on her feet so quickly. The headache from the juice was going to keep him stationary for another few minutes at least.

    "We've been picked up by both Martian and UN deep scanning but so far no ships have splashed us or changed course," Fahir said.

    "Got a lot of debris out there. Any large piece moving too quickly could put a hole in us. Everyone get suited up whilst I look for what we're after."
     
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    She made no move to go grab a suit, unable to stop the slight sway of dizziness.

    "Did you just say 'whilst'?" A glance over would find her looking at him incredulously. Her systems updated, a message pinged. Her gaze flickered back and forth at the air.

    "Oh shit..."

    She came back into focus, blinking. With no explanation she pulled out her tablet, flicking open a new folder. An image came up of Ganymede itself, the domes destroyed by the debris of the fighting above.

    "Yeah I don't think any of them are looking our way anymore." She held it up for him to see clearly.
     
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    Fahir rolled his partially shaved head towards Iris and matched her look with an unamused stare of his own.

    "Gotta speak proper earther when dey haul kapawu mi, sasa ke?" Fahir replied as she pulled out here terminal. His accent went from relatively neutral into belta thick enough to make your average Ceres resident look away in shame.

    "Oh. Pashang," went Fahir as he looked at the damage that had been done.

    "We can't carry refugees and salvage together," he murmured in a grave tone. It sounded as if he was only convincing himself.
     
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    "No, we can't and we shan't." He got a dry look as she slipped in the mock, flat out sitting against the consuls around him and letting her aching body rest.

    "We don't come back with that salvage, we're the ones that'll need saving," she reminded him sternly. She did not flick the updated details to his tablet, keeping these images off his hands.

    "Leave it, we got our own problems." She bit through the lollipop and shoved off, rubbing at her head as she left. "You're lucky I dont vomit on your bed." Currently tempting, to say the least.
     
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