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Sethe Bhren
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 Post Posted: Thu, August 11th 2011 05:25pm    Post subject: Action IV Hybrid Transport -- Tessaret
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Action IV hybrid Transport Freighter Tesseret




Specs:

Model: Action IV Hybrid, Modified.
Hyperdrive: modified class 0.4
Shields: Torplex fore deflector shield generator
Novaldex stasis-type shield generator (port and starboard projectors)
Armament: Modified Corellian Engineering Corporation AG-2G quad laser cannons (2: 1 dorsal, 1 ventral)
Concussion missile
Speed: 1,075 km/hour


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 Post Posted: Tue, September 20th 2011 03:04pm    Post subject:
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Tseneca blinked her eyes rapidly and tried to shake the wooziness out of her head. Shed been strapped to a passengers seat in a galley.

Then, it all came back to her. In one fell swoop of chilling fact, the echoes of the dying still ringing in her ears. She pulled at her crash webbing and tore it off, stumbling out of her seat and lurching toward the cockpit.

She burst through the entry way in time to hear the echo of Lucas' sister in the intercom. There was a clipped response from the man in the captains seat, followed by a sharp look from the Ishi Tibb. aimed at her.

The man turned swiveled in his seat. "You can't be in here." He snapped. "Get back in your seat."

She rushed to the console, past him, and slapped the communicator. "Isabel!" She shouted. "Bella! its me, Tseneca Lowry-Fink."

There was a pause with the delay and then Bella's voice came in loud and clear. "Tseneca! Where's Lucas and Kris?"

Tseneca felt a lump in her throat the size of a rock, but swallowed it down. "He... They're on the city, Bella. I have no idea...."

"We don't have time for this!" The man shouldered her off of the control panel. "We have to get these bogies off of the escape vessels and onto Varonat. We're their only hope."

There was a silence from the comm, then Bella spoke up, her voice hoarse. "Roger that."

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 Post Posted: Tue, September 20th 2011 03:30pm    Post subject:
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"No more talking..." Sethe shouted into the intercom. His sensors were picking up another heat of TIE fighters, in atmo, on top of the battle raging in orbit. "This isn't going to be easy..."

"You'd like that wouldn't you." Tseneca snapped over the feed. "Easy."

Frakking ungreatful.... he breathed out of his nose. He couldn't be angry with her. Not after what had happened, after what he had just done.

"Mesh'la.. please."

Her voice was cold. "Don't call me that. Don't evercall me that again."

He set his jaw, but there was little time to react as the second wave came over. He pulled the gun forward and opened fire, tagging one of the TIEs in its wing and sending it spiraling. Nor, at the bottom, wasn't so lucky. She shot wide and missed, unable to follow with the way Blake was flying.

"Could you slow down?" She snapped over the feed and Blake grumbled something back.

They barrel-rolled as the fighters trained after them. Then, they spread out like a fan.

"Damn. these ones are good." He heard Blake say, even as the ship pulled up and out, trying to shake them off. There was an explosion to the right as Nor found her mark, and made a cry of triumph. Sethe followed suit, hitting another square in its body.

"The ships!" Tseneca shouted. The TIE's had focused their attention on hitting the closest escape vessels.

"Pull around Blake!" Sethe said, then realized the order might fall flat. This wasnt his ship, after all.

But they did, now headed straight for the heat that was attacking one of the larger vessels. Sethe pulled hard on the turret and released his fire on the TIE's, trying desperately to avoid hitting the Cloud City ship.

"There's too many!" Nor cried, and Sethe shook his head.

They'd gotten deep into this mess, Hell if he was going to half ass it...

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 Post Posted: Mon, September 26th 2011 07:58pm    Post subject:
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Blake pulled the ship around and over one of the refugee vessels, determined to shake off the TIE's as best he could. He shoved the woman... Tseneca Lowry-Fink, off the console and into one of the back chairs.

"If you're going to be up here, strap in." He ordered her. and she glared at him fiercely. Fink...

It couldn't have been a coincidence, not with Bhren on board, not now. He shook his head. He had bigger fish to fry.

There was a shot off starboard and then an explosion that made him flinch. Yorak blurbed out a swear. That was the Kuat vessel. He turned to look at Tseneca, she was smiling, lips tight, eyes blazing.

"You're girl's a good shot." he said, ignoring Yorak. There was another shot from the other side as one of the turrets took out a screamer.

"So's yours." She said, and looked at him, her pale blue eyes meeting his sharply. He took his breath in. Whoever this woman was she was sharp as a tack and not going to take any shit from anyone, he could see that.

He angled the ship so that it spun between two of the escape vessels, pushing out around them so that the Davad girl could cover from behind. There were so many fighters.

They took a hit, and then another. Blake, who had been standing was thrust backwards, losing his balance and was knocked off his feet. He felt another thrust sweep him back up and he grasped the console. No one had....

He shot a glance at the woman, who stared back at him stone-faced. She shrugged slightly. He continued to stare, but a squealing from the corridor made him start.

"Dorthb says we've been hit!" Nor yelled.

"A section of the shield generator is out, plus a significant portion of the ion flux stabilizers...." Yorak said, and started punching buttons.

"Divert power to rear generator and make sure we are covered from the back. Bhren, Nor, cover us where our blind spot is."

Dorthb was squealing and shrieking uncontrollably and Blake took a second to stomp his foot down in front of the creature. The little alien ran and hid behind Tseneca. "Get back in the engine room, Dorthb, or I swear i'll--"

"Um, Cap?" Yorak made a gutteral sound and Blake spun around. The TIE's were fleeing, pouring away from Bespin's escape vessels like a swarm of insects away from fire. The sky opened up and they disappeared as though they had never been there. "What..."

"Its Krauss' ship." The Kuati's voice came over the comm. "I'm intercepting a transmission from the destroyer, their calling off the attack."

"They did they're dirty work, why stick around." Tseneca said, her voice clouded in cold bitterness. Blake chanced a glance at her again. She was staring at nothing, her face blank.

Yorak looked at Blake, who paused before taking a seat. "Whats the closest breathable planet?" He asked.

Isabelle clicked over. "Varonat."

"You're not thinking..." Yorak garbled.

Blake cut him off. "We'll guide the refugees down to the planet until new republic escorts arrive to take them over. The battle might be over, but these people still need help, and we need to get some repairs before we do any long range flying."

Yorak turned to punch in the coordinates, not bothering to question Blake's reasoning. he turned slightly as Tseneca undid her crash webbing and rose from her chair.

"I need you to take me back to the city." Tseneca said to him. reaching her full height it was obvious now she was pretty, even with the bandages covering her face, she was slender and petite, her wide blue eyes fierce. Fink...

He shook it off. "What? You must be delirious..."

"perfecty fine. My friends are still in the city..."

Yorak turned snapping at her. "In case you haven't noticed sweetheart, the city's gone."

There was a long moment, and Yorak leaned the ship slightly, to point view the clouds.

He was right. Where once hovered Bespin's grandest jewel, the city in the clouds, litterings of debris, and dust skewed the picture. the city was virtual rubble, and without boosters, was swiftly being absorbed into the planet. If there were those alive there now, there would be no way to get to them, let alone survive the suction. There was no turning back.

He watched as Tseneca looked out the port, her eyes shiny with what he could only assume were tears. She broke her gaze from the port and met his own, locked eyes with him for a solid moment, then turned and left the bridge.

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 Post Posted: Tue, September 27th 2011 08:21pm    Post subject:
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Tseneca felt the captain follow her. He was curious, but in the worst kind of way. She'd slipped by catching him with the force when he'd fallen, and almost immediately he'd known it was her. But it was his eyes that made her heart stop. They were Emmett's eyes.

She felt him tug at her wrist, and she shook it off but turned to look at him.

"You can drop me when we get to Varonat, I'll be going back to Kuat with Isabella." She said. Someone would have to tell Alaterial Pallenen-Davad her son was dead. It might as well be her. She could feel a cold shudder ripple through her, and she blinked back the sting in her eyes.

Blake crossed his arms. "I'm not sure I care so much about what to do with you as to who you are."

"You heard. My name is Tseneca Lowry-Fink. Im the inactive patron of Thyferra's joint Bacta Cartel, but there's not much in that for you as I'm not worth much myself. You are...?"

She was playing it up, trying to be the same her that she had been before she saw that city torn to pieces by the very woman she could easily have killed just days later. It was weak. That her was gone. She felt like a mass murderer.

"Captain Jairon Blake."

"Blake?" She said. She narrowed her eyes at him. She was not mistaken... he had the same eyes, the same stubborn jaw.

"You were expecting something different?" He said.

"A Fink perhaps." She shot the gun. "I've never heard of any Blake's with that same stupid gleam in their eyes."

He stood very still, gauging her. It was in that moment, that calculating silence, that she knew she was right. She gave him the benefit of the doubt and opened her jacket, freeing her dog tags from their place near her breasts. She pulled them over her head and looked at them for a second. Then she held them out to him.

Blake took the tags and studied them intently, his eyes so focused she wondered if he forgot she was standing there watching him. He ran his thumb steadily over their inscription. Then breathed a little sigh.

"He disappeared." He said softly, and sat heavily in one of the reception benches. "One moment he was working under Yssarde, and the next, he was gone. just... gone."

She knew that feeling. Knew it very well in fact. That look with which he was lost in memories made her feel warm and cold all at once. What this man didn't know...

"He was my brother."

She felt the shock ripple through her, even though it was as much as she expected. After a moment of simply wishing she could cry, she sat next to him. She told him, at length,from the beginning, who she was, but carefully. She told him about how Emmett had saved her in lieu of her family, had smuggled her into the imperial army as a foundling.

"We were lovers." She said, when her story came to its end.

Blake still didn't look at her. "You never married?"

She shook her head. She wanted to swallow the fact that they were going to, would have had it not been for the circumstances that pulled them apart. She wanted to tell him that she was carrying his brother's child, but the fact wasn't right. Not just yet. "I took his name because I loved him, and because I owed it to him, and because I hoped to find him again. You understand?"

She didn't want to offend him, and he never answered. So, on some strange impulse she reached over and took his hand. His fingers were callused and much larger than hers, warm, and she could sense the familiarity in his touch. She exhaled through her nose. "I.... I tried so hard. You have to know how hard I tried. I floated for so many years looking for him, alone, angry, hurt. Gods..." She didn't know how to say it.

"He died in my arms. He died for a justice he didn't have to fight for, but he did because he knew it was right, and because he loved me."

She watched as Blake closed his eyes, processing the information she was giving him, holding tightly to a stranger and realizing that this stranger knew so much more than he did, undeservedly. Tseneca never wanted to give this part of her away, the part of her that hoarded Emmett's memory, her mourning and her sorrow. But if anyone deserved it, it was this strange man next to her, the man with the same eyes, the same determined nature. The man who, though unfamiliar, she could feel through the force as if Emmett was sitting there, alive again.

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 Post Posted: Wed, September 28th 2011 02:28am    Post subject:
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Sethe climbed down from his turret, in time to nearly kick the girl, Nor, before she climbed up.

"Watch it." She snapped, and shoved his foot away from her head.

"Oop. sorry." He stayed still on the ladder while she pulled herself up. "You're a nice shot." He commented, continuing his descent after she had come out.

She shrugged immodestly. "I try. Not like its hard, those TIE's aren't exaclty new models..."

He narrowed his eyes at her. She couldn't have been old enough to remember older imperial specs...

"How old are you?" He asked, bluntly. "sixteen?"

She looked annoyed. "I'm twenty-five." She bit back.

Old enough, he supposed. He apologized again, but she was put out. "Whatever." She said and left the compartment stiffly.

He wandered out into the entry corridor, in time to see Tseneca hand in hand with Blake. He stopped short, suddenly alarmed. He cleared his throat loudly and both of their heads snapped up, brought out of some kind of reverie.

"Interrupting?" Sethe's voice was hard. Tseneca shot daggers at him, but removed her fingers from Blake's.

"Is this you trying to be ironic?" She said to him. Her voice was low and threatening.

"What? you holding hands with our rescuer? that took you all of, what? five minutes and a dogfight?" He retorted.

"Don't be cute Sethe. You honestly believe I wouldn't know Emmett's brother when I saw him?"

Sethe started, his mind reeling. Brother? "Excuse me?"

Blake held up his hand between he and Tseneca. "As amusing as it is watching you two go at each other, I should explain. This is my fault, Sethe had no idea who I was. I was running a job on cloud city when I got wind that Bhren was on Bespin after my crew intercepted the transmission he sent out to Finche's officials." Now it was both Tseneca and Sethe who stared at Blake.

The captain shrugged, and smiled a little. "What you really thought it was a coincidence? Sethe was Emmett's partner in the academy, We had heard so much about him back home that when I heard his name, I jumped at the chance to offer him a ride, hoping to get intel on Emmett's location."

His voice trailed a little and he looked off into space. Sethe got the distinct impression that Tseneca must have told him about Emmett's death. That made the hand holding more feasible, if not less irritating.

"I'm sorry." Sethe said.

Blake sighed. "Yeah. Me too."

Sethe continued. "I wouldn't have known you, honestly. I knew Emmett had a brother and a family at home, but..."

sensing his conclusion, Blake broke in with a wave. "I changed my last name after leaving home. My profession doesn't really... allow room for familial contact, if you catch my meaning. The last thing I want is for some of my adversaries to get wind I have a family back home on Corellia."

Tseneca looked a little pale. "More family?"

Blake nodded. "Of course. My mother, stepfather and younger sister are living in Kor Vella. They run a small resource shop with a dining attachment." He sighed. "Sithspit, I haven't been home in years, but I suppose now I can't avoid it. I can't send them a wire with this kind of news, I should tell them in person."

Sethe saw Tseneca swallow, visibly. "Thats... good of you." She looked suddenly exhausted, her shoulders slumping.

Sethe approached her and put a hand on her shoulder, which she quickly pushed away.

"Don't touch me." She bit out. She looked at Blake. "I... If you don't mind, I need to rest..."

Blake stood and helped her to her feet. "The crews quarters have a few extra bunks, as you can tell, I'm not nearly carrying a full crew. You're welcome to rest there. Also, there's a med kit in there, so you can change your bandages"

Tseneca nodded gratefully, absently touching her bandaged face. When she spoke her voice was more hollow than Sethe had ever heard it. "Thank you."

****

Sethe shut the door of the cabin hard behind he and Tseneca and whirled on her. The quarters were unoccupied which was fine with him.

"You didn't tell him you're pregnant" He said, watching as she undid the medbox.

"It didn't seem prudent." She said without looking at him.

He couldn't help it, he scoffed. "you've got to be kidding me, you're carrying his dead brother's child, don't you think--"

She fixed him with a withering glare, her bandages completely removed. Her burns were raw and red, marring much of the side of her face. The last time he'd seen it he'd been so drunk he hadn't really noticed. Now, he could see the full spectrum of how badly she'd been hurt. He had to force himself not to look away.

"You are in no position to tell me how to conduct my business, Sethe." Her voice was level, she turned back to her work.

"As much as you don't want it to be, you're business has become my business." He pointed out. The leaned against the bunk ladder, trying to soften his tone. "Tseneca, we couldn't go back, we would have died too."

"You don't know that." She said.

"You have to trust me, that was not a winning battle, lucas... the others... they would have done the same thing if the tables were switched--"

She slammed the box down. "Wrong!" She shouted. "That is where you are wrong. None of them would have left any one of our team behind, you spineless coward. I would never have left them to die, why can't you understand that!?"

"I'm a coward? At least I know when to throw my punches!" He yelled back.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, rising. She stood to her full height, shaking her hair out of her cold blue eyes.

He sneered, unbelievably angry with her, and not entirely understanding why. "You had Krauss by the throat and you let her live. Whose fault was that, Mesh'la? How well does that bode with the stuck up bravery you're promoting?"

"Get out."

"No." He folded his arms. She stared at the floor fists clenched at her sides.

"I swear.... get out, or I will make you." Her voice was so distant, stone cold.

"I said 'no'. I'm not leaving until you listen--"

The box on the floor flew up and whizzed past his head. He ducked at the last minute. He looked over, stunned, as she gripped the bar of the ladder. white electricity moved from her fingers up into the metal like a conduit. She held on with the one hand, white knuckled, her other hand still closed at her side, sparks of energy licking over her fingers and wrist. What...?
He backed up, unable to see her face, as it was shrouded in her dark hair.

"Tseneca...?"

She shook her head, and in the space of an instant he saw her face, tight with grief and anger, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks.

"Leave!" She screamed at him and the force of her voice, torn and strangled, terrified him. He had no doubt, that in that second she was pouring every ounce of her effort into not killing him. This was what she was really. Just a horrific ball of instability waiting to explode.

He moved away from her. "Well look at you." He said softly, gauging her, as he opened the door. He couldn't help the derision. He wanted to hurt her. Just as badly as she hurt him. Worse, if it was possible. "Aren't you the little sith spawn waiting to strike. Didn't know you had it in you." He turned his back on her and placed a hand on the door knob, rage, hurt, fear... all of it filling his chest at once. "So what's holding you back?".

There was silence behind him. He could hear the crackle of power emenating from her, but still she abated it.

"I hate you." She whispered icily.

He grunted. "At least we know that much." He opened the door and slipped out without another word.

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The door shut behind Sethe and Tseneca slumped to the floor, scratching at her hands and wrists, her arms, as if she could peel the electricity off of it.

You have to control it...

Kyp's words echoed in her head, and she struggled to find that place where she wasn't out of control. She would have killed Sethe, she knew that, but it wasn't for lack of trying not to. As much as she couldn't stand him, she would never want to...

She shuddered, and the crackling faded. Gods. She had lost everything... everything.

no, not everything.

She put a hand to her stomach, even as the fire slowly left the part of her heart that made her want to explode. She had to consider herself lucky. Even if Sethe had sacrificed everything for his gods forsaken cowardice, he had saved her, and her baby... maybe she had to feel a just a little gratefull for that.

She plied the tears away from her face hastily and stood, still holding a hand to her stomach. No she wouldn't be grateful to him. He blamed her for this, just as she blamed herself. He hated her... and she despised him for sacrificing everything just to save her. If she had just been able to kill Krauss when she had the chance. And now her ship was gone, everyone was gone... Lucas...

She felt her eyes mist again, and shook her head. Turning, she sat heavily on the bunk, then stretched out, pulling the thin blanket up over herself. She was too tired to undress, or prepare for bed. To tired to think anymore....
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There was only one thing more irritating than having to dogfight your way out of a battle that had nothing to do with you other than the fact that your passengers were invloved, and that was finding one of those passengers crashed in your bed.

Nor rolled her eyes at the Fink woman, sound asleep on her bunk and turned, leaving the cabin and heading back out to the cockpit.

"Jairon!" She shouted crossing the bridge into the cockipt.

"Why are you shouting?" Jairon was behind her, leaning out of the service corridor just outside the bridge. He was in his shirtsleeves and there was sweat pasting his hair to his forehead. He looked at her intently, eyebrows raised.

She stopped short and put her hands on her hips. "That woman's in my bed, and i'm ass tired."

He clucked. "Language. Yeah, sorry, I didn't specify the bunking arrangements."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

He sighed, irritated. "Go sleep in Dorthb's hammock with him, you do that all the time."

"That's not the point." She snapped.

He tossed his hydrospanner aside, stood back and brushed his hands off, fixing her with his gaze. "What's the problem, Nor?"

"I don't see why we're doing this." She put her arms up, frustrated. "We should have been off the city long before the attack. And now we've got these... we'll... its just baggage."

He nodded, and looked around. a moment of quiet passed. Jairon looked throughtful, and she wondered what he could be thinking about. Then he spoke, slowly, and in the manner in which he only ever spoke to her if he was trying to press some sort of life lesson into her person.

"I know its hard for you to remember, but when I found you back on Shadda, I didn't think twice about getting you out from under that hutt. It was like... a gut feeling, and I've never regretted it. Not once. I have that feeling again, Nor. These people need help... this is important. And what about those refugees? We might be their only protection until the New Republic sends officials to aid them. would you have me shirk that responsibility because you don't get you're bed for a night?"

She felt suddenly guilty. She didn't like being reminded of when she'd been a slave in Irrma the Hutt's court, didn't want to feel guilt at becoming so spoiled by Blake, who had rescued her from starvation and... who was like the big brother, even father, she never had. But she knew he wasn't telling her something, and that annoyed her.

But she had her own intel, and if she chose not to share that, then they were even.

She shrugged and headed off without looking back at him. She knew she was acting immature, but didnt care. "Fine. One night, but thats it."

***

Nor walked into the engine room, and headed to the back where her footlocker was. She passed Dorthb, who was half buried in one of the engine panels. He squeeked and she waved a hand at him.

"Don't mind me, I wont switch the light off."

He whistled low, and went about his work. She went to the footlocker and opened it, pulling out a file box and rifling through it intently. There.

She pulled the paper out. It had some stains in it and was hard from weathering, but it wasn't old. Not by a long shot. It was a bounty notice, released by a private patron... a Vera Nico.

On it were the faces of four people.

One of them was Tseneca Lowry-Fink.
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Jairon had jumped to hyperspace after signing off with Jade. He kept a channel open though, just in case.

The cockpit was quiet but that's what he wanted at the moment. Considering where he had been less than a week before, and where he was now, he didn't think that was too much to ask for.

Mostly he was thinking about what to tell his parents. He'd spent most of his life avoiding thinking about his parents, and now he didn't have a choice. They had to know that Emmett was dead, and they had to know that their oldest son's ex lover was pregnant with his child.

He sighed. It was too much at this point to expect they welcome Tseneca with welcome arms; he had almost outright lied to her about that. His parents were good, but cold people bent on tradition. as it stood, Emmett had not only lost touch with them, but had produced a child out of wedlock. Tseneca was traipsing about with the Fink name.. not that he minded, but his parents sure as hell would; and it would be tseneca they would blame for their son's death, he could bet money on it.

There was a part of him that wanted to tell her to run, not to bother with the Finks; to spare the kid of its past. But then again, his responsibility to do the right thing by his parents outweighed whatever it was he thought he owed Tseneca.

And then there was Sethe. Sethe Bhren he felt he knew almost personally, despite the strangeness of their relationship. If only for the sake of the fact that Emmett had loved this man like a second brother, Jairon had to make sure the devil didn't get himself into trouble. If only for the fact that Bhren had been the one to get Emmett out of too many scraps to count was he following him all the way to Dac.

His crew, mostly Nor, had called him an idiot. But he'd reminded them that as long as they got paid, what did they care. After they had left the galley, Nor had unfolded her arms and sat down with him.

"You're too generous with yourself, Jairon. Although I admire the fact that you still think they follow you for the wages."

He met her glittering eyes, which looked up at him under thick lashes. She was so young. He would do anything in the world to protect her from the rest of the universe, and he's felt that way since he'd pulled her from the depths of that hutt-run hell she was languishing in. He wish he could tell her how much he loved her, that he would do anything to keep her from harm, but she wouldn't take it... not Nor.

"You're a good kid." He said. "I wish I could believe you."

She shook her head. "Your stubborn as a dewback, Jairon Blake."

Now, sitting alone in the cockpit, he couldn't help but wonder if that stubbornness wouldn't get him killed.

only time would tell.
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Nor headed back to the engine room where Dorthb was laying on the hammock hanging one of his legs over the side like a gorram vacationer.

She passed it and flipped it around so that he dumped out of it, squealing. He regained his footing and flailed his limbs hollering expletives at her in his maniacal little chirping language.

"Oh, your not hurt. Where's your sense of humor?" She muttered and crouched down to where the maintenance panel was open. He fixed her with a stare and muttered something else before hopping back up onto the hammock and settling in.

Nor snorted. "I didn't need your help anyway, you pesky thing."

She crawled into the corridor and shuddered against the small space. She'd never really liked cramped spaces, preferring Dorthb to do much of that kind of work, but she didn't want to get to Dac and not have the engine fully functional. That wasn't an option.

She felt her brow tighten in consternation. The whole Dac thing itself wasn't really an option, but Jairon seemed to think it was... following Bhren around like a heat seeking missile. She wished she knew more about what was behind this goose chase, but it wasn't her deal to pry. Not just yet anyway... he was still angry with her about the whole Tseneca thing.

Then again, that was just another breakdown in communication. How was she supposed to know the woman was pregnant with his brother's baby. It was all some living soap opera and she wanted nothing to do with it.

She dropped the hydrospanner and it riccheted off the plating and hit her in the elbow. She cursed loudly and could hear Dorthb snicker.

"Shut up you little turd!" She yelled back and rubbed her elbow. This was all a big fat mess, and she was caught up in the junk of it...
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 Post Posted: Thu, July 26th 2012 02:19am    Post subject:
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Yorak found Jairon sitting in the cockpit. He was watching the debris through his viewport, wondering what they had missed and why they had missed it so drastically.

Yorak made a loud snort and a burping sound before taking his seat.

"Should I take that to mean you're well rested?" Jairon opened a channel to receive docking information.

"Miraculously." Yorak said, then sighed heavily. "What game did we miss?"

Jairon shook his head. "Not sure, but the Leapers signal is still fresh, so whatever it was, Tseneca and her crew were invoved. Somehow."

"I still don't think this is the greatest idea... mercenary work..."

Jairon met his eyes as they swiveled told them. "You're labeling. This has nothing to do with that and you know it."

"I do. Its a rough thing being dragged along by your captain for personal business."

"You're getting paid, Yorak." Jairon felt his defenses rise.

"I didn't say I wouldn't follow you." Yorak cut him off. "I just said its rough."

Jairon relaxed. "Point taken."

There was a flash on the screen as docking instructions came through.

"...no turning back now..."
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