Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
Cargo Bay.
Frankly annoyed at first but then somewhat interested in the elf. From what she had seen and known previously about the knife eared bastards (Forgetting for a moment that she too had elfen ears. But that was clearly a coincidence. Maybe some kind of mutated bat in her DNA... She could hear rather well...) was how prim and prissy and formal they where.
And yet here was one with the gall to even joke about turning her in and the good sense to not let an opportunity like their go to waste. She didnt give her name and didnt ask for Carthage's. Simple Hey you's worked when something interesting was encountered between them. She didn't conversate or act overly friendly, It was just another job...
When they came across the contraband unit, Jinako's mask of the professional looter slipped. She hesitated at reading the word contraband and her mind began to race on all the sweet little treats the cats deem so illegal for consumption that she almost demanded the cutters then and there.
Practically shaking with long abused addictions she forced herself along. The armor components she appraised and moved along silently, A plan slowly forming in her head regarding the defunct armor several crates down. She might need a snipe to fix it which added complications, And there was only the one which made the old voices in the back of her head wiggle forward in anticipation if the time came to bring about the old ways on the elf to ensure her own survival even if it meant just drifting through who knows where in the middle of space...
With time running short she stopped at 102. the unmarked container. Just one more before she knew she had to learn the true status and shape of the ship, And if she had to flee or put herself in a part of the ship as an alibi to ensure she wasn't connected to the current looting spree.
With a beckoning whistle to Carthage to warn her she was going in another container she took her own cutters scavenged earlier and began to work at the lock...
Frankly annoyed at first but then somewhat interested in the elf. From what she had seen and known previously about the knife eared bastards (Forgetting for a moment that she too had elfen ears. But that was clearly a coincidence. Maybe some kind of mutated bat in her DNA... She could hear rather well...) was how prim and prissy and formal they where.
And yet here was one with the gall to even joke about turning her in and the good sense to not let an opportunity like their go to waste. She didnt give her name and didnt ask for Carthage's. Simple Hey you's worked when something interesting was encountered between them. She didn't conversate or act overly friendly, It was just another job...
When they came across the contraband unit, Jinako's mask of the professional looter slipped. She hesitated at reading the word contraband and her mind began to race on all the sweet little treats the cats deem so illegal for consumption that she almost demanded the cutters then and there.
Practically shaking with long abused addictions she forced herself along. The armor components she appraised and moved along silently, A plan slowly forming in her head regarding the defunct armor several crates down. She might need a snipe to fix it which added complications, And there was only the one which made the old voices in the back of her head wiggle forward in anticipation if the time came to bring about the old ways on the elf to ensure her own survival even if it meant just drifting through who knows where in the middle of space...
With time running short she stopped at 102. the unmarked container. Just one more before she knew she had to learn the true status and shape of the ship, And if she had to flee or put herself in a part of the ship as an alibi to ensure she wasn't connected to the current looting spree.
With a beckoning whistle to Carthage to warn her she was going in another container she took her own cutters scavenged earlier and began to work at the lock...