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Author Topic: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do  (Read 336 times)

Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
« Reply #20 on: September 06, 2019, 12:17:48 PM »
Earlier...in the Cockpit

Barnaby settled into his chair, well-worn from years of his ass finding it and staying there. By the implications of Abernathy still holding that pistol, casual though it may be, Barnaby figured it was best the seat and his ass get re-acquainted. He made himself comfortable and waited for Riot to give him the go-ahead on takeoff.

Abernathy leaned back against the opposite console, out of arm's reach but close enough to be threatening enough to keep Barnaby from acting out. "So you did bring the cargo to the meet. That's funny." He said, easing the tension in the air that had persisted for a few moments.

"What's funny about it?"

Abernathy sighed. "You don't meet many honest men, doing what I do. Doing what we do. What you and I do isn't exactly the same, but it does share a common goal. Do you know what that is, Captain?"

Barnaby didn't.

"We get people what they want. We're couriers. From the Latin "To Run". In Ancient Earth-That-Was couriers would hand deliver goods and messages on foot. Miles and miles and miles. Putting themselves in harm's way all to carry something from one place to another. From the Darling's records, I would say that is exactly what you do. And that is what I do."

"You ain't a business man?"

"I am many things, Captain. An entrepreneur, yes. An opportunist, definitely. But, if I paid taxes, I would put arms dealer at the top of the form. People have enemies. And when they need to deal with their enemies they need weapons. And when they need weapons, they come to me. And I get them what they need."

"I ain't got no enemies." Barnaby took umbrage with the notion that everyone had enemies. Sure, there was folks he didn't want to sit down and break bread with. And he'd killed a man or two in hostility, but it was always justified. What Abernathy was talking about was- "Warmongering. That's what you do." Barnaby practically spit it, the taste of the word tainting his tongue.

Abernathy laughed and shrugged.

"Cap, pressure sensor disconnected, thanks entirely to my lovely chaperone's brilliant input. Did that do the trick?"

Riot's voice cut through their conversation. Barnaby turned away from Abernathy and checked the systems and found everything to be where they needed it to be in order to take off. He began the ignition sequence and, soon, found his hands around the control stick and lifting them up and off into the atmosphere. He was glad to say toodle-oo to Aphrodite and her crazy robber baron-ass king.

Checking the monitors, Barnaby found on the scope a small shuttle craft nearby. "I reckon that's my guy, there. Mind if we pick him up?"

Abernathy shook his head. "Go ahead. I want you happy and whole, Captain. Happy and whole."

Barnaby picked up Rian's comm channel. "Darling to shuttle. Hey, uh, Rian, that you? We're burning out, be in orbit in a few. I think I see ya. Radio in and we'll pick you up, over." He hung it up with a weary sigh and steered the Darling in a rendezvous type trajectory with the shuttle, fingers crossed it was the right one. "Mr. Abernathy, I just gotta know. What's so special about them dogs?"

"Dogs?" Abernathy seemed puzzled. "Oh! The clocks. I don't care about the clocks."


"It's what's inside them. Computer chips. Highly advanced for weapons guidance systems. Ever hear of a smart bomb? Put in coordinates and then fire her off and she flies all the way there and hits that target within about fifty meters, the explosion of course being so destructive that's really close enough. Incredibly advanced stuff, very expensive. Well these chips in your puppies make those look positively imbecilic. Not only do they steer a missile to it's target, it can avoid obstacles, turn corners, seek heat signatures, and is accurate to three inches. It has a one-hundred percent kill rate. And each one is worth a small fortune all by itself."

Barnaby was alarmed. "That's awful. What sorts of people would want those?"

"Bad people."

Barnaby considered this. "I don't want to sell them to you."

"Of course you don't. But they aren't yours to sell. As I said, I'm paying you to courier them for me. And I'll even double your normal fee. Twenty-thousand. Just for letting me take them off your hands. I'll make that a thousand fold when I sell them."

A silence descended upon them as Barnaby watched the shuttle craft get closer.

"What about your woman?" Abernathy asked suddenly.

"Woman?" Barnaby didn't immediately follow who he meant. "Oh! You mean Mona?" He shook his head and gave a sort of sad, overwhelmed chuckle like he'd forgotten all about yet another problem he would have to solve. "That is a pickle."

"Yes, the Amazonian with the golden hair. Would it make you feel better if I offered to help you emancipate her from Alliance custody?"

Barnaby looked at Abernathy like he was speaking in tongues. "Why would you help me? In fact- why you offering to pay me at all? You could just take the cargo. Kill us all dead." A ship to ship message, text only, indicated that the shuttle indeed had Rian on it, and was willing to dock with them. The sequence was initiated.

Shaking his head, Abernathy sighed. "Captain captain captain. I told you I want you happy and whole. Whole means all of your crew back on board, safe, sound, snuggled in their bunks. Happy means paid. We're alike, remember? I don't have enemies either. It's bad for business." Abernathy stuck his hand out. "We have a deal? Twenty-thousand and we work together to get Mona back. All I get is the chips."

Pappy's voice echoed through Barnaby's head. He chewed on the inside of his lip.
« Last Edit: September 06, 2019, 05:09:44 PM by Barnaby Goodweather »

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« Reply #21 on: September 06, 2019, 12:19:29 PM »
Engine Room:

Bandit stared at Charlie.

Charlie stared at Bandit.

"What's it looking at?" He said, a slight quiver of fear tightening his throat. Sweat formed at his brow, which he wiped at nervously. "Lady. I don't like dogs, ok? I had... an experience." Charlie didn't go into further details on his experience. "Make it stop staring at me!"

Bandit growled.

Barnaby must have gotten the message, though he didn't confirm it, as Riot heard and felt the Darling come to life. A slight shift in gravity indicated that the decouple had successfully freed them from the Alliance locks and they were making their way off of Aphrodite, which had been anything but a lovely stay.

As the systems kicked on in turn, a steam vent directly above Charlie hissed, startling him. He raised his weapon in shock, and Bandit took her chance. The mutt leaped through the air, paws forward, and knocked Charlie back, his head knocking against a protruding pipe Riot might have warned him about had his safety crossed her mind.

Charlie crumpled to the ground as the pipe reverberated from his strike, a headache to look forward to when he woke up.

Bandit sat next to him and cocked her head at Riot, as if to assess her good-girl status.


Raul and Maurice snored softly, their bodies shifting slightly as the Darling lifted off, but their slumber continued, and Tabby would have to wait on whether they would like to see the frock that Emily made.

If the crew was going to make a move, now was the time to do it.

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« Reply #22 on: September 08, 2019, 05:55:44 PM »
"Oh! University! How exciting. Does she know what sort of profession she might like to study for?"

Arlo considered the question briefly, trying to recall the most up-to-date answer. "Architecture, I believe, although she may have turned her attention to music by now," he finally decided. "She's always been rather keen on piano."

"I find that learning on the road and jumping right in is always a good way to really learn a skill. Just immerse yourself in it and make it your life!"

"Oh, is that how you learned to, ah..." Arlo had been planning to politely inquire about how the strange young lady had learned her role on the ship, but realized partway through that he didn't actually know what she did there. Catching sight of the lumpy blanket, he switched tack, and decided to ask about her apparent hobby instead. Just as soon as he could figure out what that was as well. "....knit?" he hazarded.

She carried on conversing with their guards and telling of her own siblings, whose names Arlo immediately forgot the moment they'd left the air. He snorted into his tea when she commented on the color of Maurice's aura, although he tried to play it off as a sneeze, but suspected he did a very poor job of it. She reminded him quite a lot of Georgie in many ways - they even looked rather similar - but the idea of his hyper-rational little sister involving herself in auras and visions and all that faffery was enough to send silent laughter shaking through his shoulders. He supposed the chatty hostess would want to read his tea leaves next.

"-- would you like to see it?"

Arlo froze mid-sip. He'd quite lost the thread of the conversation and hadn't the least idea what he would or wouldn't like to see or what the most polite and painless answer would be. "I, ah, well, that's very..." he fumbled, only to be serendipitously interrupted by a rather loud snore from Raul.

His eyes widened as he took in the two sleeping guards, their empty mugs, and the convenient pile of blankets where they'd been left on the counter; Arlo was an unobservant man but not an unintelligent one, and he could put the pieces together as well as anyone else. He lurched backwards, driving his chair several inches across the floor, as though he'd suddenly found a live snake in his tea. But no - after the initial brief jolt of panic, he realized he'd drunk more than half the stuff already and didn't feel the least bit drowsy. Whatever had been slipped to the other two, Arlo had apparently been spared.

"Good God!" he gasped, staring from the girl to the priest and back again as the latter casually discussed their doses. "What did you do to them?"

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« Reply #23 on: September 11, 2019, 12:00:04 AM »
Mattie watched Rian tie up the pilot, a hint of disapproval passing over her face as he repurposed the tie she'd intended as dressing for him. Mattie's go-to course of action in hostage situations was just to point a gun at the prisoner and shoot if they tried to do something stupid, but Rian was clearly used to a more sophisticated approach.

Now if only he didn't bleed out in the shuttle before they made it to the ship; Mattie was starting to have a feeling the fight wasn't over yet.

"You know anything about that tall guy with the beard at The Baron's? You helped escort Thappington Montgomery Moneypants or whatever out with us..."

Mattie shook her head. "Tate didn't really share the details with the hired muscle,"she said. Now that she'd resigned with no employer ass to kiss, there was no need for any of this 'Baron' nonsense. "At least not with me."

If he had, I wouldn't have even taken the job, she thought, the memory of Tate's treatment of the Darling's crew making her anger flare up again.

"Why, you think he's up to something?"

She tried to read Rian's expression, which had suddenly taken a turn for the somber. The same thought that had occurred to her had obviously occurred to him as well, as he spent the next minutes conducting a plan of action and walking their reluctant pilot through it. He was holding together well for a guy with a hole in his chest, but the subtle shift in his energy as the initial rush of adrenaline began to subside did not go unnoticed by Mattie. She didn't want to draw the pilot's attention to it, though, so she said nothing.

"Hey... Thanks."

Mattie almost smiled because that felt like something you'd do in response to such a sincere expression of gratitude, but her lips merely twitched awkwardly before she shrugged, as if shaking off Rian's gesture along with any reactions she might have to it.

"Don't thank me. You offered me a job, remember?"

She was happy to turn her attention back to their hostage while Rian kept an eye on the radar.

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« Reply #24 on: September 12, 2019, 06:14:32 PM »
Rian's eyes lit up, and some of that precious adrenaline hit his bloodstream. He turned his head over to the pilot. His and Mattie's seats were staggered back slightly, but he still made sure that his gun was again pointed at the pilot, but not so close she could try and head-butt it or otherwise make a quick play at it to try and turn the tables.

"I'm going to cut you loose. My friend is going to keep you honest while you get us in position."

Rian holstered his pistol and cut the tie loose before unbuckling himself for a moment to pull off his suit jacket and then just rip off his shirt, popping the buttons right off. Rather than a proper undershirt or his bare-chest, there was the patch-work of ballistic material he'd glued right onto his body. He rolled up the shirt then tied it around his torso like as an improvised bandage. He smacked his chest once to help jolt his adrenaline.

"Full disclosure, I gotta double check with Barnaby, but he hasn't responded to what I radio'd earlier. Which means somebody's probably got them leaving orbit at gunpoint. Cap wouldn't leave me behind knowing I wasn't pinched or dead."

Carpenter shifted his attention to the pilot:

"Don't wait for them to come to us. Dock, close the doors behind us and hit the gas. You ain't ever going to see us again. Assuming you do the smart thing and find a new job."

Strapping himself back in as the pilot, changed course and the afterburners punched them back into their seats. The darling grew larger and larger in their vision. The security specialist tried to brief Mattie best he could for the mess he was pulling her into.

"You'll recognize the people who were at the meet but check your fire when we breach. We show this asshole we mean business he'll back down. If he's smart. I'll watch left, you clear the right. There will be rooms on each side as we advance, we go straight all the way to the bow. After we clear the first floor, we secure the bridge. They'll probably have at least four or five men to effectively overpower the crew."

The ship reversed thrust hard as they came to an even harder stop, smacking into the darling hard enough that everybody on the ship should have felt it. Scrambling, Rian undid his restraints and sprang out of his chair, letting Mattie keep on eye on their chauffeur for a second as he bolted towards the airlock, pulling back on his shoulder holsters as he ran.

"Barnaby, if you can hear this... French fries."

He warned Barnaby over the comm, before pocketing it. Carpenter opened the shuttle doors to reveal the Darling's cargo-bay doors, then he punched in a code on a keypad. The knocking of metal could be felt as the locks and then the doors themselves moved. As soon as the doors opened wide enough for him to fit through, he exploded forward into the cargo bay.

« Last Edit: September 12, 2019, 06:30:16 PM by Rian Carpenter »

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« Reply #25 on: September 12, 2019, 06:55:55 PM »
"Tabs?" Viktor began and Tabby turned her head a little, making a soft sound of question in response to her name. “Will their doses last as long and be as deep as the one you gave me? What kind of time are we working with here?" he continued. She tilted her head side to side as she recalled how much she’d put into their tea, her hands grabbing the top knit blanket and unfolding it carefully from the pile. “I think I might have given them a little less than you had,” she told him thoughtfully, laying the blanket gently over Maurice’s shoulders and making sure he looked comfortable. She returned for the second blanket, then, turning her head when their fancy guest lurched back away from his tea.

"Good God! What did you do to them?" he asked, the doctor gently laying the second blanket around Raul, tucking him in as best as she could. “It’s just a tincture,” she explained warmly, picking up the two tainted mugs and carrying them back to the kitchen to be washed. “It’s probably safer for everyone if they took a small nap. Them included! This way, no one will think they’re a threat and accidentally shoot them,” she further clarified, nodding once and smiling brightly. “Oh, I have tea cakes! They’re individually packaged, but would you like one?” she asked, brows raised in question.

Before she could get an answer, the Darling lurched to the side and she yelped in surprise, stumbling a bit before tripping over her own feet and landing on the ground with a surprised squeak. She sat up quickly, “Oh! Make sure they’re okay!” she called out from the floor, not able to see anyone over the counter just yet but worried the sleeping thugs might’ve fallen or gotten a good thumping from whatever had just rammed into the side of the ship. Innocent subterfuge aside, she was a doctor.


The call echoed from the bowels of the ship and Tabby stood, moving to the doorway of the galley and peeking out, staring down the way toward where the cargo bay and the shouting had come from. “Rian?” she called out curiously. How’d he get on board? Any how come he was shouting?


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