THE REPOSSESSION MAMBO

Started by Rolemancer, May 12, 2018, 04:56:20 PM

Jolene Blaylocke

Quote from: Jax on August 28, 2018, 06:32:36 PM
"I trust everything went well last night?"

Jo nodded, not speaking as there was a 'show' of sorts unfolding in the galley. A grin played across her face, impish and fully delighted at the look both she and Sean got from Charity. Then, down went the pilot with a resounding smack of flesh against flesh. She almost felt sorry for him, save for the fact that he had brought it down on himself with how he'd talked to Abigail. He did at least have Charity move to help him, though her faint proved there wouldn't be much in the way of a 'rescue' for the bleeding pilot.

Quote from: Sionnach001 on September 02, 2018, 02:09:56 PM
"Aye lad, Ye've got the pretty an' all but ye certainly seem te be lacking a certain way with the ladies, sure."

Sean's words had her choking back a laugh. "Yeah... definitely not winning any points in my book," Jo muttered to herself. The look she shot to Abigail was one of clear respect, with a hint of delight still playing in her eyes. With the swooning and fighting going on, now seemed like an opportune moment for a small figure to disappear. Her morning routine didn't usually consist of gawking at such things, but it was an interesting change. Pushing away from the door frame, she shot a look first to Jax to confirm that things were going smoothly with the previously discussed plans and then one to Sean that clearly indicated that he was on his own with the lovely lady in the dress now passed out beside Amorru. Then she was gone, though a whistle started up in the hall outside the galley, growing fainter as she headed down to the cargo hold.

Sionnach

QuotePushing away from the door frame, she shot a look first to Jax to confirm that things were going smoothly with the previously discussed plans and then one to Sean that clearly indicated that he was on his own with the lovely lady in the dress now passed out beside Amorru. Then she was gone, though a whistle started up in the hall outside the galley, growing fainter as she headed down to the cargo hold.

For quite a few reasons...one being that he really wasn't all that much of a gentleman...another being that his only ally on this crew was kipping off with a swiftness, and a third hard feelings were almost certain to start boiling up rather rapidly, he pushed off from his seat and excused himself with a smiling nod, and ambled after the whistle.

"I have te say, I hope this doesn't affect how the mission gets accomplished," he couldn't help but throw back down the corridor. Ah, lad. You're gonna make someone shoot you just for being an annoyance and sure. Look what happened to the dandy...though fair and true he had THAT coming.

Emit Culpepper

September 05, 2018, 08:43:44 PM #62 Last Edit: September 05, 2018, 08:45:40 PM by Emit Culpepper
   To say that Emit doesn't sleep much would be an understatement. He had been up nearly three days straight now,maybe longer. What used to be a pill every now and then was now a daily routine.
   He'd first started taking them after the funeral,he didn't want to close his eyes,for what he saw in sleep was worse than awake. The faces of his beloved wife and child,of how he found them playing over and over in his head.

Emit reached into his vest pocket to retrieve the hidden substance from the small tin. His legs were squishy under his own weight.The lights of the ship played games with his senses. His focus was too off this time.

He stumbled on the first stair,loosing his balance. Falling forward,crashing down,his body ignoring any command to stop. Soon his head and face assisted in slowing his descent,allowing him to come to rest. Rest he so desperately needed.

(a loud thud could be heard just outside of the galley)

Amorru Reyes

September 07, 2018, 01:11:02 AM #63 Last Edit: September 07, 2018, 07:36:07 PM by Amorru Reyes
The hot shot looked out through the viewport over his ornately crafted and quite expensive brown leather boots, letting the auto pilot do the work as he enjoy the view. Amorru sighed contently in his happiest of places, just thankful to be back at the helm. And that's when an asteroid inexplicably hurtled into the bridge, the resulting impact throwing the pilot from his favorite chair.

Quote from: Abigail Archer on September 01, 2018, 08:22:58 AM
"That. Is how I earn my keep here. It would be good for you to remember that."

Amorru fell backwards off his stool, barely aware of the mess Abigail's fist made of his poor face as his head bounced off the galley's floor. Stars continued to dominate his field of vision as he tried to remember what series of events brought him to staring in a daze up at the galley's ceiling lights.

Stevany's foil landed pointedly over Galileo's heart. "Again." She demanded as she returned to her mark and waited for the rambunctious lordling to return to his. Leo took his stance, offering the Dame ten years his major a practiced wink before lowering his mesh visor. He feinted before their foils met, then attempted an inside turn on a planted foot before the Dame stepped away to plant the dulled tip of her foil into the heir of House Duschane's right kidney. Another loss to be sure, and likely a certain death were the weapons sharpened and thick padded cloth not part of the equation. But Galileo Duschane knew what he'd done - or at least he thought so, and his own opinion influenced him greater than any other. Using his free hand to place tension on the training blade, Leo smacked the foil's length sharply across Stevany's unprotected backside. He'd learned the trick from her just the day before, mistaking it for flirtation. Rounding back on his hired instructor with a brow raised in arrogant defiance, Duschane's world burst into sparkling pink starlight not unlike the colorful fireworks display from the midsummer's ball as the protective hilt of Stevany's sword crashed into his nose.

Back on Wushu's galley floor, Amorru blinked twice trying to force his eyes to focus. "....Senpai?" He questioned no one in particular as the taste of iron dripped down his throat and a wet, warm substance ran down his left cheek. Amorru heard a rustling sound and wondered why someone shook a bag of leaves at him.

Quote from: Charity on September 01, 2018, 04:38:35 PM
"Are you alright?!"

The painted debutante's hands laid draped over the ship's reckless pilot, and the thought occurred to him that this wasn't what he had in mind when he casually mentioned to her that he'd like to spend some time in her arms. Reyes thought he felt her hand sliding over his chest, and as the daze lifted slowly he found he couldn't blame her for employing his own tactics. Though to be fair, he tended to cop a feel while actually catching his damsel in distress.

Quote from: Charity on September 01, 2018, 04:38:35 PM
"Oh...oh my,"

As if on command, Charity fainted to the floor as Amorru coughed and moaned in pain while he held a jeweled hand over his smashed nose. Simon - was his name Simon? Aren't all shady, try-hard newcomers? - rushed to the scene, and for a short moment Amorru considered the man might actually serve some purpose on the Journey Into... "No, no. Not JIM. Wooshooooooo..."

Quote from: Sionnach001 on September 02, 2018, 04:29:42 PM
"Aye lad," "Ye've got the pretty an' all but ye certainly seem te be lacking a certain way with the ladies, sure..

Amorru extended his fore and middle fingers on his left hand and moved them in a taunting motion in Simon's direction as the mealy-mouthed git mumbled something about helping the lady up. Amorru knew he was pretty, but he really hated being called a lady. He didn't even particularly care for being called a lord. The next few moments drifted by as Amorru attempted to lean forward, his head feeling rather heavy. He caught the slightest hint of movement from his peripherals as Simon left the galley after Jo, sure he heard Emit whistling down the hallway but not remembering if he'd even seen the man in the galley to begin with. He looked around for help, locking eyes with Grace for a moment and wishing for any other medic in the entire ruttin' 'Verse. The rake's head fell back in Charity's curtained lap as he heard a loud crash, leaving him to wonder how in the hell he managed to fall down again.
It's a mechanical bull at number one You'll take a ride from anyone
Everyone wants a ride, pulls away, Ooh, From you

Metric, "Black Sheep"

Jax

September 17, 2018, 05:04:59 PM #64 Last Edit: September 23, 2018, 07:36:37 PM by Jax
Quote from: Abigail"That. Is how I earn my keep here. It would be good for you to remember that." She looked up at Jax, currently displeased with the state of his coffee, she gave him the rest of hers.

"Have mine, ground free."  Acting as if nothing out of the norm had occurred.


Jax barely grabbed the mug of coffee that Abigail thrusted upon him. He now stood there holding two coffees as the galley seemed to be in complete bedlam. In one swift motion he dashed the two earthenware vessels to the steel deck under his feet sending ceramic shards scattering across the floor in a wave of black hot liquid. "ENOUGH! ....what in ruttin' hell is going on?!" Jax rarely if ever lost his temper but there is always a first for everything. The pressure of getting Wushu up and flying again, gathering a crew and be forced into a job had finally gotten to him. Plus add whatever was going on between him and his XO just iced the cake.

"We have a job to do and I hate to break it to you it's just not about making some coin. This is the real Ri Shao Gou Shi Bing! We fail we die pretty people, now get that in your heads and there is no escape route." His face was quite red by this point as he began to dial it back some talking deep breaths. "Grace help Abigail clean up her mess here so we can get our fly boy back in the pilot's seat to earn his keep, rest of you.... whoever can hear me in or outside of this room....eat up, drink up and go get prepped, for Ai Yah Tien Ah we have some shopping to do."


Ri Shao Gou Shi Bing = Pile of sun-baked dog poo
Ai Yah Tien Ah = Mericiless Hell


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Artemis Graham

September 23, 2018, 04:20:46 PM #65 Last Edit: September 23, 2018, 04:25:50 PM by Artemis Graham
Despite the chaos occurring around the ship, Art's engine room was a picture of serenity. She didn't sleep much and had channeled her loneliness and isolation into her work. With her champagne bottle for company she'd worked merrily away, skating the line between pleasantly tipsy and actually drunk and waking up hangover free after a brief rest. Her hard work had been rewarded. The engine was running smoother than she'd hoped and  although there were still changes to be made, she felt confident Wushu would be purring through their next job and beyond. In short: she could actually relax...which wasn't something Artemis Graham was particularly good at.

Mingled in with the noise of the engines was the sound of the crew coming to life around the ship. Art listened  halfheartedly, but had decided not to join them for a little longer. She had yet to wash the grease from her face and was still grimy from the engines. She was reluctant to run into the crew when she looked so...adorable. Under ordinary circumstances being covered in dirt might make a person look more rough and tumble. On Art it made her look like she should be posing for one of the holo-calendars that were frequently displayed at her colleagues work stations on Osiris.

But the sound of things falling, breaking and then the yelling cancelled out her desire to stay hidden and suddenly she found her feet moving towards the galley. Inside she found a raging captain, some broken crockery, a bloodied Reyes and an unconscious Charity (again). Several of her crew members were red in the face for one reason or another and as she looked around at the tableau of rage and poor decisions Art found herself forcing back a laugh. "Juh Shi Suh Mo Go Dohng Shee? I leave you guys alone for five minutes and all hell breaks loose." Her eyes flashed to Ammorru who's nose was still profusely bleeding. "Let me guess, Reyes opened his mouth?"

She refrained from saying her next thought aloud because he seemed to already be in enough pain but she couldn't stop herself thinking it. Looks like you're at the mercy of our fine doctor now. I hope she takes that Hippocratic oath seriously.


**Juh Shi Suh Mo Go Dohng Shee?=What the hell is this crap?

Charity

A Few Hours Later

The infirmary was unsettlingly silent, save for the occasional blip of a machine or the soft clicking and clacking of something being put away or the light scratching of pen over paper as another something was properly labeled by the ship's resident doctor. Everything was tidy, clean, and painstakingly organized and the cabinets had been secured so that if the pilot decided to jerk them forward into space again, nothing would fall out this time. Occasionally the light flickered, a bulb that'd need replacing in the near future, but all in all the pale white light shone consistently down upon the room's current occupants.

Upon the gurney, Emit had been dragged with the help of the menfolk into the room and set upon its surface, an IV drip slid neatly into his arm and held in place with gauze and tape. Every so often the doctor would slip silently over to check his vitals before returning to her diligent organizing. They'd found him 'sleeping' outside the galley and thought it best to take him to the infirmary for a quick nap and some TLC. She's checked him for any broken bones caused by the fall, but other than some nasty bruises she seemed like he'd pull through.

Charity rested daintily in a chair in the corner of the room, several sparkling pillows with golden tassels laid around her like a glimmering nest, a disgustingly expensive blanket laid half over her lap. Someone had clearly gone into her room to make her more comfortable when she awoke. They'd even gone so far as to wash the blood off her face and hands from where the pilot had sprayed her so inconsiderately. Her dress, however, would need a more thorough washing. Luckily, it was dark in color and the blood hadn't stained it too terribly.

In this perfectly orderly and spotless room, there was only one safety hazard and it laid on its back on the floor with only a bit of parchment paper placed beneath it in some attempt to keep it from bleeding all over the nicely washed floors. The pilot's nose had been reset, quite painfully if not expertly. He'd been all bravado and boisterous laughter when he'd been brought in but the moment she'd pushed his nose back into place he'd screamed like a woman and passed out off the gurney and onto the floor, where she'd left him. He was heavier than he looked. Besides, she sort of enjoyed him having to sleep on the floor...

Grace moved once more to Emit's side, having to hop over Amorru's downed body to get to him, her hands moving over the tubes of the IV to ensure it was all working properly, eyes watching her machines to track and record his current vitals. All in all, she'd had quite the productive day.
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Jax

[BRIDGE]

Jax sat quietly in the pilot's seat monitoring readouts the NavComp continually spit out. They were close now as local ship traffic was beginning to increase, several times he had to override the auto pilot to avoid a couple vector collisions. He tried to analysis why the auto-pilot was not adjusting Wushu's course when the NavComp detected a future close encounter. In the end he gave up and made a mental note to have Graham look it over.

Besides course adjusts there wasn't much else to do but sit and rehash the mornings debacle over and over in his head. He had seconds thoughts concerning this crew of his he hastily gathered in his excitement to be flying once more. On the surface they all seemed to be pieces from different puzzles, but underneath.... he couldn't shake the impression that they all complemented each other. If they could just pool their talent and work to each one's strengths, they just might be able to pull off this insane job.

The NavComp broke off his thoughts as it once again exclaimed loudly with it's warming beeper about an upcoming collision course. "Dear Merciful Budda!" Jax shouted to the auto-pilot. "What good are you?!" He proceeded to shut it down for good and take the controls himself for the rest of the ride in. Jax did feel most comfortable in the pilot's chair, the captain's chair still chafed his butt. He wondered if he'd ever feel at ease in his lofty new position, but Jax sure wasn't ready to give it up. The Moda's would have to eject him out the airlock to get him to relinquish his girl.

Sionnach

Sean eased back to his bunk.  He'd spent a nearly two hours working out with the ship's computer expert/his old acquaintance Jolene in the cargo hold.  As flexible and limber as he was, which was very, he had to admit she'd out done him during the warm up and stretching.  Ah well, she was a woman and their skeletons were formed differently, especially the hips.  Careful now boyo, he chided himself sharply.  Ain't been that long, and you have a job to be doing.

He admitted if she was as good at hacking...or whatever illegal computer work was called now-adays...as she was at tumbling and gymnastics, then she could see why the Captain had her around.  He peeled off his sweat soaked shirt and shorts and stuffed them in a laundry bag, scuffed into some shower shorts and slides, snatched up a towel and shuffled to the shower.

He might offend the presence of most on this ship, but it wasn't going to be due to his odor.  He'd be clean and fresh by the time ol' Wushu kissed the dirt.

Amorru Reyes

Amorru's head rose groggily. His hair disheveled, eyes blackened, and face half soaked with his own drool, Amorru appeared the dandiest of trash pandas as he tried to regain his bearings. The bloodied paper rustled beneath him and the heels of his sandals clicked on the floor as he set himself upright. He couldn't remember why he was on the floor. The last thing he could remember, after he a talked a bit of smack as Grace reset his nose, Charity awoke just long enough to scream bloody murder and then everything went dark.

Amorro pressed up, his kimono falling in a rather unflattering fashion as he klik-klaked to his feet. Looking about the infirmary, he tilted his head slightly at Charity and wondered if she'd merely fallen asleep while watching over him. With a grunt he stretched his neck and tried to remember the details of what transpired between Abigail's fist colliding with his face and Grace resetting - his nose! Amorru rushed to the mirror over the clean up sink and groaned. His face was a purple, swollen mess across the bridge and under the eyes. Blood caked in his nostrils. A moan of dismay escaped him before he noticed something else in the reflection and turned sharply.

Grace, her shapely back turned to the pilot, monitored Emit as the old gunslinger lay unconscious on the observation table. "Typical." Amorru scoffed before rummaging through what drawers remained unsecured. Casually requesting anti-inflammatory medication, Amorru took the sawbones for granted as per habit and custom before scoffing at her response and seeing himself to the door. Attempting to avoid the common areas as much as possible on his way to the bridge, Amorru donned the sleek black sunvisor intended for recovery from overexposure to light over his eyes and stepped into the bride where the Captain screamed at the auto pilot - presumably, to Reyes, because Xavier didn't understand how it worked.

"'Scuse us, Cap'n. You're in our seat." Amorru stated matter-of-factly, not yet finished taunting bulls for the day.
It's a mechanical bull at number one You'll take a ride from anyone
Everyone wants a ride, pulls away, Ooh, From you

Metric, "Black Sheep"

Jax

"Scuse us, Cap'n. You're in our seat."

Jax turned to see his pilot looking the worse for wear, he tried not to stare at his puffy purple face as he jumped up from his seat. "Reyes good to see you up and about and just in time to bring us down, just keeping your seat warm." Jax motioned out the view ports to the growing bright dot just ahead of them that was Newhall. "If you're up for it, I mean I can take care of things up here if you need a bit more time to rest." The Captain could pretty much tell by Amorru's facial expression what the answer was going to be. "Great then she's all yours, we'll be landing at Heraklion, they know we are set for arrival but hadn't specified a landing pad as of yet." Jax moved to exit but paused before passing his pilot. "Sorry about my XO's temper and lack of respecting someone's personal space, I'll have a talk with her." Jax patted him on the shoulder and headed for the hatchway. "Wish me luck!" He said as he disappeared into the stairwell.

Charity

There was a soft rustling from the chair Charity occupied as she finally roused, elegant hands sliding up her torso, over the pillows and finally settling atop her eyes while her brain ran through its startup processes and decided whether or not she should be waking up feeling comfortable or indignant. It was a choice she had to make every morning. The memory of bone hitting flesh and rearranging a certain pilot's face flashed against the lids of her eyes and the debutant gasped, setting up quickly and overturning the blanket laid across her lap.

...blanket? Charity looked down at it on the med bay floor and then around at the pillows that had been arranged around her. The startled look on her porcelain face melted into a warm and tender smile, dark eyes seeking out the doctor and spotting her tending to Emit. Why was Emit in here? Did Abigail punch him too? The brute! Carefully, the woman stood up and picked up the downed fabric, holding it against her chest as she made her way toward the door, heels clicking rhythmically and skirts rustling.

"Thank you, Grace. I think I owe you more truffles," she murmured, offering the other woman a genuine, loving grin and nod of her head before she eyed Emit curiously and left the infirmary. Her head turned this way and that and for a moment, the aristocrat contemplated where to go. To her room to change, which might take several more hours than she'd like. Or, to find the pilot. One hand settled on the pocket hidden in her dress and she decided to find out where he was at the current moment before taking any sudden adventurous chances.

Charity moved toward the bridge, pausing when she saw their sweet Captain exiting, asking for luck from whoever was still in the cockpit. "Captain," she crooned softly, tucking her chin a bit in a nod of greeting. "How soon until we touch down?" she asked, eager to begin the one mission she'd been given since being aboard the ship. Perhaps the job she'd been assigned meant he'd consider her crew now and wouldn't send her away from the bridge again...
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Artemis Graham

Things had escalated quicker than Art would have liked. One minute she was hovering over her downed friend. Well not exactly friend, but as close as she'd gotten on the ship so far. The next minute he and Charity were being hauled off to the med bay where apparently Emit was also being taken care of. Art held back. She wasn't one to flutter around when she had no use and Grace seemed to have things well in hand. Within a few minutes she'd moved from the quiet of the engine room to the chaos of the galley to silence. Once again she found herself alone.

"I'm fine with this," she muttered to the empty room as she took a seat. She listened absentmindely to the sounds of reset bones and swearing next door and then rose to brew herself a tea as a means of distraction. With nothing better to do with herself and not wanting to hide in the engine room for a minute longer, Art reclined in her chair, put up her feet and closed her eyes. Instead of listening for the sounds of voices she listened to the hum of the engines. She had a knack for diagnosing engine issues on audio alone and with that on her mind she was able to fall into a kind of calm meditation as she sipped her tea.

This calm was damaged by the sounds of the Captain swearing elsewhere. Art's eyes flickered open and for a half second she considered staying put. Curiosity got the better of her though and she found her feet moving her obediently towards the engine room. Inside Reyes, Charity and Jax were already gathered. She tried not to visibly flinch upon catching a glimpse of their pilot's face. "Youch," she said, in an attempt to show sympathy, "luckily we don't keep you around for your looks. It's your winning personality that makes you invaluable." She threw him a very quick wink to show she actually found his personality pretty amusing and then turned her attention to the Captain. "Anything I can help with?" she asked.

Amorru Reyes

October 16, 2018, 09:26:53 PM #73 Last Edit: October 17, 2018, 09:17:48 AM by Amorru Reyes
Bruised in both ego and face pulp, the pilot visibly recoiled as Jax turned to face him. Amorru prepared himself as soon as he started up the stairwell for a proper chastising from Wushu's Captain but found the calm, even somewhat relieved, expression upon Xavier's face more deeply disturbing than the reaction he expected to receive.

Quote from: Jax on October 04, 2018, 04:29:05 PM"Reyes good to see you up and about and just in time to bring us down, just keeping your seat warm."

"Gross. Ow." Amorru immediately regretted letting his nose crinkle at the thought, lifting a hand to cover the pained look twisting his portraitesque visage. The Captain motioned toward the looming visual of Newhall growing closer in the viewports.

Quote from: Jax on October 04, 2018, 04:29:05 PM"If you're up for it, I mean I can take care of things up here if you need a bit more time to rest."

The pilot's smirk parted slightly, but Jax cut him off before he could respond. Lifting the sun visors and placing them on his head in a manner that disrupted his hair least, Amorru merely raised an eyebrow as the Captain spoke.

Quote from: Jax on October 04, 2018, 04:29:05 PM"Great then she's all yours, we'll be landing at Heraklion, they know we are set for arrival but hadn't specified a landing pad as of yet."

Taking a step back, the bold and daring helmsman offered the Captain as wide a berth as possible as he made to pass around. He fully expected Jax to make his own impression upon his manicured looks.

Quote from: Jax on October 04, 2018, 04:29:05 PM"Sorry about my XO's temper and lack of respecting someone's personal space, I'll have a talk with her."

Amorru's mouth hung open as he swayed slightly from Xavier's hand smacking his shoulder, disbelieving that the Captain seemed to agree with his own personal perspective on Abigail's unladylike temperament. A temper, Amorru loathed to admit, he found rather appealing. "I uh... Right. As you say Cap'n. Well, figure you know how to handle the Missus. Ah. Heh." Amorru scratched the back of his head, nodding and stepping toward the pilot's chair.

Quote from: Jax on October 04, 2018, 04:29:05 PM"Wish me luck!"

Taking his seat, the rake found Jax's promise of warmth to be only somewhat unsettling as it passed through the thin layers of the kimono. Feeling almost immediately at home behind the controls, Amorru casually keyed a pair of commands that eased the autopilot errors Xavier struggled with momentarily as a sly smile crawled across his lips. He and Wushu built quite a rapport over the past several days, and he began to anticipate being at her controls. The sensation, steadily growing familiar, reminded him of the elation he felt when his empty hand finally closed around the sword's hilt, or fell upon a lover's hip. Amorru's eyes glazed over as he called out a belated response to Jax as the Captain descended the stairs away from the bridge. "Yeah..."

Amorru's swollen eyes closed as he melted into the chair's leather bound embrace. Before long he and Wushu forgot all about the Captain coming between them, feeling the way he imagined most people felt when they finally returned home. He felt safe - at ease - perfectly content and relaxed. Too bad it couldn't last a little longer.

Quote from: Charity link=topic=2286.msg25042#msg25042date=1538707372"Captain,"

The resident songbird backed Jax up the stairs as she approached the bridge, causing Amorru to bolt straight up in the chair. His eyes darted in their direction, though he sat facing the viewport.

Quote from: Charity on October 04, 2018, 07:42:52 PM"How soon until we touch down?"

"Not soon enough." Amorru thought, suddenly uneasy with Charity's presence. He still couldn't help but feel a little bitter about the rejection she handed him the night before. Checking the nearest clock against the estimated distance calculator, Amorru saw no reason to correct the Captain's estimation as Jax answered Charity's inquiry. Amorru turned, assuming Charity would faint from shock at any moment, and looked toward the stairwell as he heard the sound of boots echoing lightly. His lip curled, betraying the red smudge of dried blood in his flaring nostril as he expected Abigail to be joining them.

Quote from: Artemis Graham on October 16, 2018, 07:27:01 AM"Youch,"

Relief washed over Amorru as his favored of the two blondes on board looked around Charity at him.

Quote from: Artemis Graham on October 16, 2018, 07:27:01 AM"luckily we don't keep you around for your looks. It's your winning personality that makes you invaluable."

Art's quick wink hinted at a veiled intention behind the words, and Amorru replied with a cocky, knowing grin as he dropped the sun visors back over his punched out eyes. Whether he knew what she really meant mattered very little - looking as if he got it remained vital. The ship's mechanic, his counterpart of sorts as she engaged in her kind of relationship with Wushu, turned to the captain and asked if she could help with anything. "Figure ya shoulda asked the pilot." Amorru grinned to himself as he quietly mused. "His 'to do' list is like to be much more fun."

Any tasks the Captain would assign either the women currently occupying the bridge were completed by the time Amorru brought the ship into Heraklion's spaceport dock at their assigned berth. The boarding ramp lowered to cover the "45" emblazoned upon the metal slab as those who chose to disembark to greet the new additions gathered far below Amorru's place in the bridge.
It's a mechanical bull at number one You'll take a ride from anyone
Everyone wants a ride, pulls away, Ooh, From you

Metric, "Black Sheep"

Jax

October 17, 2018, 02:42:56 PM #74 Last Edit: October 19, 2018, 04:27:56 PM by Jax
Jax traded some pleasantries with Charity and Art before moving on, his mind in another place thinking of his future talk with his XO. He finally found her in the exercise room beating the ruttin' gos-se out of the heavy bag. Jax found her quite alluring all sweaty and breathing heavy, he had rarely seen her prim and proper, but that's what he liked about her....or was it love he thought. Abigail kept at the bag while he tried to start a conversation with her but it stayed one sided. Jax ran through the history of the last few weeks leading up to today trying to help her see the sense in it all and maybe figure out why she'd been so angry of late. In the end she pushed the bag into him and turned for the exit. "I'm leaving!" ...was all she said.

Jax let Abigail have her space for the rest of the trip. As Wushu's pilot brought the ship down safe and sound on Heraklion he thought it time to seek her out once more and go over the game plan for the day. In their room he found only a note hastily written with a short explanation of her reason for leaving. "She's leaving the ship!?" Jax burst from the room to find her, his search leading to the cargo hold and the open ramp. Abigail had already exited the ship and he could see her walking away. Abigail! ....Come Back!" It was deja vu all over again, how many times had she left him now....he'd lost count. In the end it was his pride that kept him from running down the ramp and fetching her back, he just turned and walked back up into his ship.



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