Aria growled at the young, cocky merc. "We don't keep a lot of med supplies aboard, so you're going to have to go to a hospital. As for the money issue, that's his business and his alone. You're green and you got into something you couldn't handle, kid." She opened the docking hatch using her passcode and threw him inside his ship. "If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again. Because if we do, I will kill you. And I will enjoy it."
A press of the button and she closed the hatch, and another press and the docking clamps were released. She sighed for a moment, and returned to the catacombs of the ship.
Later...
The sensor strips were active with the violet eyes of the Aria system; she had taken control of matters once more. And once more, Mora Fusegu stood looking out into the heavens.
"That was quite an interesting encounter," Mora noted with a smile.
Aria was rather angry about the whole affair, however, and made no attempt to hide it. "You have the most remarkable talent for understatement. What do you want?"
"Send a message to Zen, tell them that we recieved their gift, however we sent it back to the store. Tell them that we will still accept offers, if they are willing to negotiate on better terms, and also tell them that I will return any more gifts they send." And he never stopped his cool, confident, egotistical smile. "We'll stay in orbit for a little while yet, wait for a response or a competing offer. However, after that, I think we'll leave this place. How does going to Yamatai space sound?"
"Depends, am I illegal?" It was an honest question, since Aria wasn't exactly sure of her own legal status - the project was never brought to production, and she was lucky to survive, even if only in some rusted freighter.
"We'll find out then, won't we, Grey Seraphim?" And then Fusegu Mora, tired from the day, sat in his large 'captain's chair' and leaned back. No other man could have handled that so well.
