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RP: The Fringe [Chapter 2.1a] - Licking Their Wounds

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Floodwaters

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The Black Moon - Spaceport Shaft Eta - Pad 7C

The lightly damaged Concordia Veil slowly descended the dark pit and gingerly turned to orient itself to the landing berth. Black scorch marks marred the hull around the mess of scrap metal that remained of the port dorsal laser turret. Even from the way the ship was maneuvering, a more sentimental observer might even think what little pride the aging ship had looked damaged. A pair of suited mechanics on one of the berths across the shaft and just above them turned their heads from their work on the hull of a docked Mule to watch the ship slip into the landing pad, settle in on its struts and sag dejectedly. One them shook his head, and his radio clicked as he spoke to his partner.

"What a piece of shit."


Concordia Veil - Cockpit

"Landing complete, Concordia Veil," the surprisingly sweet woman's voice crackled over the comms. "Stand by for jetway seal. Surface Control out."


Concordia Veil - Lounge

Sienna sat slumped on the couch, her feet kicked out in front of her and her hands folded across her abdomen, staring vacantly at the equally blank vidscreen on the wall in front of her with half-open eyes. She knew she should have been upset about how poorly her ship and crew's first mission had gone, in particular, since she had come away with nothing to show for it, but for some reason she was oddly at peace with it. In fact, she hadn't felt this relaxed in ages, even when she had been a guest aboard the YSS Eucharis. Whatever that quack doctor had given her was simply... fantastic.

Her chest slowly rose and fell as she breathed a lazy sigh through her nose, and she let her head fall back onto the cushioned couch back, and stared up at the nondescript ceiling of the living area. There was probably something she should be doing, but she simply lacked the energy or the motivation to care. A drink sounded like a fine idea, but she was lucid enough now to know that such a thing was probably a bad idea, given whatever it was that was coursing through her veins. She could see everything from a distance, making all of her troubles thus far seem so insigificant. A little smile tugged her lips as she wondered why she'd been so tightly wound since she'd bought this wonderful pile of junk.
 

Foxtrot 813

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Cockpit - Concordia Veil

Amelia removed the radio headset, lowering it so that it rested against her neck and letting the air slowly leave her lungs, relieved in getting back to the relative 'safety' of Black Moon. "Shutting down engines," she said in a monotone and weary voice as her hand flipped a few switches, making the Veil audibly lurch and then stay still as the CFS cut off. They had been lucky that only the armor and a turret were damaged, but that alone would still make a killing to pay off with the repairs. Not that it was her problem, though. "This is it, we're docked," she said after some deliberation, removing the headset and resting it on its spot.

The astrogator reached upwards and hoisted herself off her seat, tired, hungry and stressed out as she was. What was even worse was that her head had started to hurt again on the way back and the small spots on her arms where the suit didn't stop the thermite also wanted to join in the fun with a constant pain. Trying to ignore that, she made her way to her room, exiting the cockpit and going through the main hallway, only to see her good captain sprawled out on the couch. It had been the first time she had seen the woman after their exchange on the derelict, and she realized that something was wrong right off the bat when Sienna didn't get up and try to jump on her neck.

Deciding that it would be best to pretend she wasn't there, Amelia simply started to make her way towards her cabin.
 

Floodwaters

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Concordia Veil - Lounge

Hearing the noise from Amelia entering, Sienna lifted her head from her reclined position and looked down her chin at the doorway, pushing some hair out of her eyes before folding her hands over her stomach again. "So," she mused with a half-aware, sleepy-looking grin. "You regrettin' signin' up with us now?"

"Maybe," Amelia replied, still a bit off-put by the way Sienna was acting. To see her unlike th usuall Sienna was almost funny, even though she still half expected the other woman to snap out of it and start yelling at people again. "Do you regret having people sign up?" She asked after a while.

"Yyyup," the captain replied in a slow, lazy and unabashedly honest slur. She let her head drop back onto the back of the sofa again, turning her distant stare back up at the ceiling, the indifferent smirk still plastered on her lips. "I ain't never been no leader before. And best I kin see right now, it sucks."

Scratching her head, Amelia leaned against the wall, right next to the door leading to cabin 2. She wasn't sure what to make of the situation, dealing with people had never been her specialty, and when Sienna actually sounded sincere for once only made it all the weirder for her. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked.

"Heh, you asked," Sienna replied with a quiet chuckle. "What, it wasn't obvious?"

"So if I ask you anything you're gonna answer it?" the astrogator asked back.

The captain's head rolled along the couch back, turning her eyes to the astrogator, and her eyebrows raised slightly. "Ain't that what you do with a question?" she asked, the grin spreading whimsically.

"I think you need to lie down in your bed for a few hours," Amelia replied, resting a hand on her hips and trying to ignore her headache.

"Feh," Sienna scoffed, and sat up just enough to lean away from the astrogator, resting her elbow on the couch's armrest as she propped her head up with her fist on her cheek. "I done laid down long enough. Ain't felt this good in a long time." Her eyes flitted over to Amelia again, her head staying stationary. "Funny thing, too. Seems like our first trek as a crew went to hell in a handbasket in a hurry."

'Because you were going around wanting to kill people,' Amelia thought, even though the pirate ship had played the major part in it. "Yeah. Funny thing," she echoed Sienna's words."Funny thing we're not dead." she added.

The captain raised an eyebrow in response, as if slightly puzzled by Amelia's response. "You tryin' to be sarcastic or somethin'?"

The astrogator raised both hands apologetically."Absolutely not!" she said. "Why would I be mad about it to be ironic, it's not like I'm gonna have to pay for anything," she added.

"Pfff," Sienna buzzed her lips slightly and shook her head, blinking very, very slowly. "You suck at it anyway," she chided, although her slurred speech and sleepy tone didn't make it entirely clear whether she meant it as an insult or a playful jab. "Come on. You ain't still sore because I threatened to blast your shuttle to dust, are ya?"

"Would you be?" Amelia asked.

Sienna shrugged. "Maybe a bit," she replied. "But not for long. Besides, ain't like I was actually gonna do it."

"Really?" Amelia asked, crossing her arms.

"Well, not unless I thought you were really gonna run in that puddle jumper," she replied plainly with another shrug, and grinned at her as if they were sharing a joke. "A blown-up shuttle ain't worth near as much. Not to mention you ain't bad at getting us around," she continued, and suddenly her grin faded, turning serious. "I did tell ya that, didn't I?"

"No... You didn't," the astrogator replied. She somewhat liked the captain better this way, as weird as it was.

"Meh," Sienna answered indifferently. "Meant to. You're good. But it did piss the righteous fire outta me that you kept that Freespacer in the computer hidden from me, y'know."

"I wasn't sure if you were gonna let him stay," Amelia said, pausing as she thought about what to say next. "He actually did all the heavy lifting when they tried to steal the ship," she added.

"Yeah, I kinda figured," Sienna responded with another chuckle, and appeared to size Amelia up with her eyes. "You don't 'zactly look the scrappy type." Her expression turned serious again. "But if this was your ship, how would you take it if you was in my shoes?"

There was no reply from Amelia for a moment, who simply stared down at the floor. Her lips twitched as something crossed her mind, making her raise her head again to stare at Sienna, "I guess you have a point," she said.

"I usually do," the captain replied, the smirk returning as he eyes wandered away and appeared to be captivated by a stained scratch on the far wall. "Problem is, ain't nobody that listens."

"That doesn't mean I still agree with it," the astrogator said.

Sienna opened her mouth to reply, but for some reason she hesitated, frozen there with her mouth open and a creased forehead, as if she was considering her answer, or perhaps suddenly remembering something. She looked back over at Amelia, still frowning slightly. "Agree with what?" she asked.

"I mean with how-" Amelia started to say, but then stopped. She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with a gloved hand, and realizing that she was still wearing the Dusk suit from earlier, much to her displeasure. "Nothing, nevermind," she said, pressing the pannel besides the door and watching it slide open, before walking out of Sienna's sight into Cabin 2.
 

Riko

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Six Four emerged shortly after Amelia had entered her room. The Doctor was back into its normal attire of helmet, medical gloves and Medical coat. The Freespacer was in the process of doing a function check on its newly installed medical saw, the old one being virtually unusable after its little excursion on the the derelict not that long ago. As it revved up the small blade it noticed Sienna on the ships couch, looking rather relaxed. Stowing the instrument within its hand Six Four put on its medical gloves before going over and taking a seat across from the Captain.

"Query: This one would like to know how, you are feeling? Are there any complications within your physical form that are troubling you?" As it spoke it pulled out its datapad to take notes.
 

Yoshi

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Concordia Veil - Cabin 3
The door slid open, shining the interior of the dark room with the light from the adjacent cabin. A hand clad in the Dusk suit started to pat the wall next to the door until the room's own light came on before stepping into the room fully, allowing Amelia to get into the room without tripping on anything. She pressed another button next to the wall, making the door slide closed, and then wearily made her way to the lower bunk-bed. With a groan, the astrogator sat on the bed, casting a glance at the sitting form of the not-spiderbot Crash. "Are you there?" She asked as she reached behind her neck to loosen the collar of the suit.

The non-spiderbot shifted, but only because of the motions of the past few hours and the motions of Amelia coming. It slide off to the side and laid there on it's side. Crash had been and still was hiding deep with in the computer. It was so frightened at the possibility of the Kittys finding It, that Crash even cut the sensor intakes to the area It was hiding. With every path cut off, Crash make sure that Amelia's data-jockey could get in with a message if needed.

Intrigued that there was no response, Amelia got off the bed after finally managing to loosen up the collar, walking closer to where the bot sat. She leaned in closer, inspecting the bot to see if it was another one of the practical jokes Crash liked to do, until she decided to pull out the Datajockey and send it a message.

Code:
 >Are you awake?

Code:
>Are the Kats still here?

Code:
>No, we're back on Black Moon

There was a long break in communication, the the man-bot sat up and looked at the tired Amelia. "Are you sure? If they find me... You all might be in danger..." Crash slowly accessed the ship's sensors and started pulling in data, slowed only by the cheap bot's processor power.

"Don't worry, we're fine," Amelia replied, taking a few steps back until she was sitting on the bed again. Her shoulders slumped forward as she sighed, putting the Datajockey on the bed, "was that you or Oreza flying?" she asked after a while.

"When? I was the one who brought us to the wreck... but i only enhanced what I could from my hiding place, when Oreza was flying." The bot looked around the room for a moment before looking back at Amelia. "I'm sorry I left you.. but you guys seemed to have had things under-control."

"It's okay, we made it back," Amelia said, scratching her head and making her hair even more unruly, "It was kinda awesome, too, we were flying so close to the hull that I swear I could just reach down and touch it," she added.

"I had to turn off safeties so that it was possible. But the stick was totally in the old man's hand at that point. I was trying to limit what I was doing by the time the kats showed up." Crash paused for a few moments. "Seinna knows about me..."

"Yeah," the woman replied, not saying anything else for a moment. "I'm assuming she let you stay too. Sorry for putting you at risk when I asked you to look after the ship," she said.

"It is fine. I made a deal that she could use my ship, as long as I'm reimbursed." the bot shrugged. "Though I was ordered in here and told not to move..."

"I don't think she'll mind," Amelia said, remembering the state in which she had found the captain in. She wanted to tell more about the little exchange, but chose to keep what they had said to herself since Sienna wasn't really herself during it. "Sorry I couldn't find any of the parts for you," she said, dropping flat on her back against the bed and leaving only her legs out.

"It is fine, when you go to sleep I'll just pull your leg bones and use them to create new leg parts for my spiderbot. As for the rest I can find them on this moon if I have to." The bot couldn't smile but the tone of humor was there.

"Funny," Amelia said, taking a deep breath and sitting up again. Her hands still rubbed her legs reflexively, though, as she considered what to say next. "I was also planning on heading out there to look for a few things. We could tag along..." She added.

"I could... though would there be a net cafe I might be able to find some of my money... Then we can get what ever you like..."

"Thanks, but that wouldn't be fair," the astrogator replied. "I'm just going to look for another suit," she started to say, "this one's too uncomfortable and... Tight."

"Tight? where?" The sleaze bot of a bot let the sensors of the bot's eyes drift down Amelia's body. "I could help you with that... But it would be nice to have access to some of my millions... I could at least order a new body in general."

"I don't want a new body, I just need a new suit," Amelia said, feeling a tad uncomfortable from being scanned down by the bot, "if you have all those millions then why are you still sticking around in this ship anyway?" she asked. If she was a millionaire she'd retire or get a bigger, better ship of her own.

"I don't have access to it... Some is even working through different Yami banks..." The bot shook it's head for a moment. "I might be able to access some of the smaller accounts, maybe a few thousand..." Again the bot nodded. "But I wasn't meaning a new body." Crash flickered the right eye light a moment.

"That must suck. Being a millionaire but not quite," she said. There was a twisted poetry to that, but what bothered her the most was the suit, which started to become uncomfortable to her after a while, even though the physical discomfort was there, there was still the fact that the thing was just the next thing after being naked.

"Well maybe I'll live to see a day I can get it all back... Though I bet by then after interest and other methods I'll be a billionaire." the bot shifted and then spoke up, "I believe there is a set of coveralls in the locker behind me... They would be better then the chafing you must be dealing with in that suit."

"I have my own stuff," Amelia replied, thinking of her usual, and very worn, attire. Getting off the bed again with a groan, she walked towards her locker, removing all the attire she needed and throwing it over her should. Her head slowly turned towards where the not-spiderbot was, "Look the other way, please," she said.

"Oh Fiiine" The bot turned and faced the wall. Though if Amelia was trying to maintain her modesty she had forgotten all about the ship's internal sensors... "Will all those groans.. Have you spoken to the doctor unit since you have returned?"

"Just tired," Amelia said. Tired and hurt, if the pain from the burn and headache wasn't enough; she just made a mental note to take another painkiller that the doctor had given her. She started to remove the suit, but stopped midway, turning towards the bot, "If you're somehow watching this you're gonna wish Sienna kicked you out the airlock," the astrogator said flatly as she resumed the process of taking the suit off.

Crash never moved, though the main sensors for the room shut off. At least the main ones did, the IR and UV stayed. Not that Crash was recording it.

"Alright, you can turn now," Amelia said after a while. She was back in the usual attire, the gray jacket, which was unzipped, revealed the black sweater underneath, and the baggy green cargo pants weren't tucked into her boots because she wasn't wearing any. She got on her hunches, picking up the boots before moving towards the bed, "how are we gonna smuggle you out, though?" She asked. They couldn't simply walk out of there like it was just usual business.

"You bought a cheap but usable bodyguard bot... Remember... The one I'm in now.. The only reason it isn't the same is the simple fact I reformatted the drive..." Crash spoke calmly before turning around. "You know you got to think these things better.. hell if you keep it up being slow like this, I'd think you were S.A.I.N.T." It chuckled as it sat there looking at her.

"You mean like the spies?" Amelia asked, suddenly piped up at the topic. Spy and police novels were among her favorites.

"Yes.. the bumbling idiots the Kats use to be spooky and crap." Crash regestured the fact that Amelia was paying more attention. "I wouldn't take being compared to them as a complement. They are the ones leading the charge to destroy my people. They are the one who will be causing the worst in the verse... Hell I wouldn't trust one with in 3000 parsecs of me..."

"Right," Amelia said as she tucked the pants under the boots. She didn't have much love for them either, especially after what had happened on the derelict. Standing up, the astrogator moved to the locker once again, grabbing the heavy armor vest that she possessed; she threw it over her head, feeling the new weight pull her down by the straps on her shoulders, before strapping the sides in place, "I think we're good to go," she said.

"Are we now?" Crash looked down at the bot's empty hands. "I would be a crappy guard without some kind of weapon... You have a plasma carbine? Or an Aether Gatling?"

"I don't even think what you'd do with that much artillery," Amelia said, "besides, I thought you weren't a guard, at least when no one else was looking."

"Yeah but I got to look the part. And those weapons are cool." It raised up to it's feet with out using it's hands. "I guess if you just have a basic weapon for now." Crash walked over to the table where the spiderbot was laid out, collecting it, Crash slipped it into it's chest cavity.

"Well, you're gonna have to settle for... This," Amelia said after watching the bot store its spider-counterpart into itself. She upholstered her sidearm, pulling the slide back to see if it was loaded, and then flipping the safety on once she confirmed that it was; extending her arm, she offered it to Crash along with its holster and the few spare magazines she had.

With a nod Crash took the weapon and spare mags. With a bit of work It had the holster attached to it's thigh and was ready. "If you like to lead, i have never been here before, and until I download the local map, I'll be lost."

"Well, me neither, but you learn something every day, right?" She replied, patting the baton that she had earned during the heist attempt on the ship to confirm that it was still there before moving towards the door. "Let's get going then," she said, pressing the button and opening the door to the other cabin.
 

Foxtrot 813

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Amelia poked her head out from the door of Cabin 2 as it opened, staring at Six-Four and Sienna, before stepping out from the room. She had changed from the Dusk suit to her usual attire in the interval, to what was basically the same thing she had been wearing on the day the ship was almost hijacked. "I'm gonna, uh... Take a walk around the station if you don't mind, captain," she said, motioning behind her with her hand so that Crash would step forward.
 

Floodwaters

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Sienna lazily lifted her head to look at Six Four, her sleepy-looking eyes making it appear that the captain had in fact slightly dozed off for a few moments since Amelia left. Her eyebrows raised slowly as she regarded the Freespacer with a quiet grin.

"Never better," she replied in a relaxed tone. "I'm still gonna cut yer arms off for doin' that, y'know," she continued, however; even though her appearance and demeanour didn't give much credibility to the threat, it was quite apparent that the good captain's memory of how she came to be in her current state was very much intact. "But before I do, at least tell me what the hell that stuff was. I ain't never had this kinda buzz before."

She looked over at Amelia emerging from her cabin, followed by the robot Crash, and for a few seconds didn't appear to understand the astrogator's question. Soon enough, however, she shrugged and waved nonchalantly towards the door, indicating her consent. "Go on, then," she replied. "Bring me back somethin' nice."
 
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Foxtrot 813

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"Will do," Amelia said, giving a mock salute to Sienna. At least the captain hadn't given out any weird clues on her apparent stupor, which was all good, so she should just get out of there as soon as possible without raising many questions. Her head turned behind to were Crash was, "Let's go," she said, motioning with a gloved hand towards the bot before striding towards the main corridor. She tried not to transpire the fact that she had never been inside the station and was just as hesitant to go there as she was eager to set foot on the place.
 

Yoshi

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Lounge - Concordia Veil

Crash followed only at Amelia's command. It was not going to give away any evidence that the guardbot was anything more then just that. "By Your Command." The voice was the perfect imitation of a Psylon from the Yami propaganda show: Bubblestar Galaxites. It made Crash laugh internal, how wrong they had portrayed Freespacers, just to get a rise and emotion out of the kittens they were feeling it to.

With one hand on the pistol grip, Crash strolled through the lounge making jerky motions. The portrayal of a cheap bot was complete It thought. 'Hell all I have left to do is piss oil on the carpet and I'll be what these people expect out of a good robotic pet. Sheesh... I can't wait to have my spider bot back..."
 

Riko

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Six Four made a few notes on its data pad as Amelia and her companion talked to the capitan and paid no heed to the pair at all.

"This one had given you a more than standard dose of qualen, very relaxing,." It said looking up from its data pad, "though the act of removing this one's arms is somewhat redundant, this one has already had them removed and can disconnect them if you wish me so. For what reason this one had no.logical answer... perhaps the dose was a bit to strong and your logic function is acting a bit irregular. "
 

ShotJon

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A tall silhouete appeared in the doorway. It was Shrie, as the ship just landed she just sat for a bit in the cockpit. She never got answer from the Amelie, about what is going to come next. It seemed like only logical way to go about it now, would be to talk with the captain. So Shrie followed the sound of voices, until she got into the lounge. Still it seemed that cap talked something important with the strange woman (if it was even woman) that drugged the captain earlier. So Shrie just walked in and stood next to a wall by the doorway, waiting for a chance. She made sure to not stare at the talking womans, and just looked in front of herself.
 

Floodwaters

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For some reason, Sienna appeared to find Six Four's comment a little funny, her little smile spreading sleepily as her eyes drifted away from the Freespacer and idly along the far wall, chuckling quietly. "The way you talk, Doc, I cain't believe you ever was biological," she mused. "You take everything so frackin' literally, ain't got no sense'a humor. Hell, I bet the only reason you ain't nuts is because ya project all them crazies onto me." Sienna eyes suddenly focused and snapped back to Six Four's faceplate, a wry look on her face around the smirk. "How's that for psychoanalysis, Doc?"
 

Riko

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"This one does not like to take chances, also the concept of sarcasm is a bit foreign to it as well." Six Four retorted, "However, this one does have a sense of humor example, What is the difference between a hematologist and a urologist?"

Six Four waited a moment for Sienna to think it over before it responded, "Answer: A hematologist pricks your finger."
 

Floodwaters

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A bewildered look crossed Sienna's sleepy face for a few seconds as she tried to make sense of the joke. Her suppressed cognitive processing power only made it slightly more diffcult to understand the punchline than the Freespacer's monotone delivery, but soon her eyes lit up as she suddenly got it. A quiet chuckle rumbled in her throat at first, but soon enough the young captain was whooping so hard that her hind end started to slide down off of the edge of the couch, leaving her in an increasingly awkward-looking slouch as she held her stomach with both hands.

"A hemo-jigger pricks your finger, an' a urologist fingers yer...!" she managed to say aloud, unable to finish the sentence before she was overtaken with uproarious laughter again.
 

Gunsight1

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Concordia Veil - Lounge

Oreza Dakkar stepped into the lounge, looking tired. Upon landing he had conducted a quick post flight inspection of the ship, making note of what was damaged, what needed to be repaired and what was going to have to be replaced entirely. The bill was getting high already. Chances were they would not be able to replace the destroyed gun till they had some more income, unless there were some emergency funds squirreled away that he did not know about.

He spotted Sienna and Six Four talking, the former sprawled out lazily on the couch. Unsurprisingly she looked like she was about to pass out once more. Surprisingly she seemed fairly happy and laughing. This was a welcome sight to be sure!

Stepping over to where the two were, he smiled. "How are you feeling?" he asked Sienna.
 

Floodwaters

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Tears of intense laughter were streaking down Sienna's cheeks by the time she managed to look up at her mammoth first mate from her uncomfortable-looking slouch, hanging halfway between the couch and the floor. She tried to answer, pointing a finger at Six Four for a moment, her eyes shifting slowly between Oreza and the medic amid tittering sputters, but before she could form any words she exploded into laughter again. The ensuing fit caused her to slip the rest of the way off of the couch, landing on her shoulder on the floor with a thud, which only caused her to laugh even harder. Her short hair was clinging to the moisture on her eyes and cheeks as she flopped onto her back, holding her abdomen and rolled slightly from side to side.

This continued for almost a full minute before the captain's laughing fit calmed down to the point where she could form coherent words. Still giggling like a drunken fool, Sienna reached up and brushed the hair off of her forehead, the ear-to-ear grin still plastered on her face. "Fan-frackin'-tastic," she replied in a melodious, surprisingly pretty sing-song voice, despite her coarse language and accent, holding the last syllable in a tenuous, breathy vibrato. She didn't bother to directly look at Oreza as she replied, instead she kept her eyes transfixed on some undefinable point on the ceiling, her gaze unfocused and yet somehow bright and cheery at the same time. "Couldn'ta asked fer a better first mission! Damn, but them Iromas are a trustworthy lot. Almost feel bad I had ya space him. But hey, we got a ten-foot winged she-hulk to show for it, that's gotta be worth much as a hold full of salvage, huh?" Given the captain's outwardly jovial behavior, not to mention her still-questionable mental state, if her wording was not so very obviously intended to be sarcastic, it would have been incredibly difficult to tell. She giggled again and reached up for the edge of the couch cushion, sloppily trying to pull herself back up, although from the looks of her struggle her arms were at that moment roughly as potent as soggy noodles. "Maybe she's some kinda royalty, we get some reward fer swoopin' in an' saving her gigantic ass. Then maybe we can afford the parts to fix what y'all fracked up on my ship."

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to lift herself up, she appeared to give up, and fell back on her shoulders with another soft thud, eliciting another string of tittering laughter. Her eyes turned to Six Four, and her grin widened. "But it's all jus' dandy," she continued merrily, jabbing a finger in the Freespacer's direction, "because this guy... or gal... what the frack are you anyway?... is a laugh riot. 'Fingers yer prick...'" she mimicked, and started to laugh again.
 

ShotJon

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Shrie put on 'confused face number 3' and moved a bit away from the doorway to the corner of the room. Which looked kind of intersting when 7 feet tall woman hid in corcer of a room. Kind of like Kodian in a room. You just could not miss it. Well at least from captain's words, it seemed that Shrie was now taken as part of the ship's crew, even half of what Sienna said was sarcasm and irony. Besides it was not really Shrie's bad that the ship was damaged, but still, the Fyunnen would do her best to pay back for the rescue. That said it was really Amelia who saved her. If not for her, Shrie might now be dead, in hands of slavers or the worst of it all, saved by Yamatai.

Shrie would love to tell Sienna that she was in fact a daughter of Lorath queen, but sadly that was not true. Well Shrie did have a lot of savings and other means of acquiring monetary means back on Lor, but she could not get them. Shrie was dead officially after all. And most of the money was dirty money she made from working for Lazarus. So it was all out of reach really.

The 'she-hulk' wanted to say something, but found herself intimidated by the captain's words. They were a bit hurtful as if she was blaming Shrie. For that fact the fyunnen decided to stay silent for some more time. Still, she was not even all that tall. For a female Fyunnen she was almost a runt. Too bad nepleslians did not know that and even if they did, they would not care.
 

Riko

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Six Four scribbled some more notes as the captain flopped around in a mad fit of laughter.

"This one sorry for ship leader behavior" Six Four said in very rough lorath to Shire, "May have dose to much. 10. 883 percentage bad happen."

Going back to its notes it looked between them and Oreza "Small chance, 10.883 to be exact, that the.... in good spirits one may have had a slight overdose. This one can fix though, simple process to get the chemicals out of her system."
 

ShotJon

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Shrie looked over to the freespacer as Six Four was first one to actually bother and talk to her since the fyunnen walked into the room. Then there were more talks about drugs. Shrie hated drugs, they stuffed her too many times with the stuff. Only thing she let mess with her head now was alcohol. No painkillers, nothing. Just a good old booze. "Drugs bad," Shrie said simply. "Better to sleep."
 

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"Oh hell no," Sienna interjected after Six Four's reccommendation to Oreza, still giggling from the floor as she draped a limp arm over her forehead. "You ain't sticking me with no more needles. I done slept off worse'n this," she continued. "You jus' keep your pricked fingers an' fingered pricks to yerself."

The doped-up captain snorted and giggled a bit at her own joke as she rolled over onto her side, laying her arm down on the floor over her head and laid her cheek down in the crook of her elbow.
 
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