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.