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Post by Ilana Logan on Sept 27, 2012 16:47:41 GMT -5
November 8th, 2517
A.S.T. 4:22 PM
Ilana stood leaning against the counter in the galley, holding a coffee mug in her hand. She sipped it and made a face as she discovered the coffee hadn't cooled at all yet. Sylvia sat at the table wringing her hands. She was clearly nervous. Ilana thought she didn't want to tell them why she'd been in such a hurry to leave Ariel. There was no telling, but a rich girl like her, throwing money around just to get out right then… there was something going on, and Ilana wasn't sure yet just how deep she'd gotten herself, and the crew, but she'd find out if she had to beat it out of this girl.
Sylvia had a cup of tea in front of her, but she hadn't taken a sip. Ilana figured she hadn't made it the way the girl liked it. If that was the case, she could make it her damn self next time. Ilana was in a huff, with good reason she thought. She wasn't angry per se, more cautious, and concerned. Anyone in their right mind would be. She had a funny feeling about this girl. She was gonna be a lot more trouble than she was paying them for.
Of course, the rest of the crew would have a fit if she came right out and said that. Being the mechanic, she didn't give a rats ass, but now that Marcus had tossed her into the Captain's chair with little more than a "good luck", she actually had to take into account how the others felt about things. That didn't sit well with her most of the time. She wasn't used to holding back her opinion, and it wasn't easy figuring out how and when to do that. She was doing the best she could in that regard though, which was more than she could have ever said about herself before.
Ilana sighed, tired of the introspection and turned to the girl who was sitting at the table still wringing her hands. She'd waited until the others arrived to start asking questions, but now it was time to get down to business. She walked to the table, turned a chair around across from the girl, and sat down. She set her coffee on the table and put both arms on the low back of the chair, leaning in.
"Alright. I'm not gonna bullshit you, or sugar coat anything here. I wanna know what you're runnin from. And before you answer that, I don't wanna hear your life story. I just wanna know what made you get on this ship beggin for a ride. I also want the truth. It's not just you I have to worry about. I got a full crew of people who are dependin on me not to get them killed…. Or figurin I will get them killed. The answer to that one just depends on which crew member you ask," Ilana smiled a little to herself as she said that last. "Anyway. I just need to know what manner of horrible things could be waitin to rain down on me and mine for givin you shelter,"
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Post by Jace "Original Zest" on Sept 27, 2012 22:48:03 GMT -5
Shortly after lift off, Ilana came over the comm requesting everyone to show up in the galley. Must be about that rich girl we picked up. Turning everything on that needed to be Jace made his way to the Galley of the ship. He noticed how just about everyone beat him there since he stopped to grab a drink.
He leaned against the doorway quietly and just watched the rich girl, he heard Ilana ask her, "Alright. I'm not gonna bullshit you, or sugar coat anything here. I wanna know what you're runnin from. And before you answer that, I don't wanna hear your life story. I just wanna know what made you get on this ship beggin for a ride. I also want the truth. It's not just you I have to worry about. I got a full crew of people who are dependin on me not to get them killed…. Or figurin I will get them killed.The answer to that one just depends on which crew member you ask." Jace couldn't help but cough into his tin cup to suppress a laugh.
Jace couldn't help but judge the woman, he knew something scared her off the planet, no normal person would flee a city nor a planet at her haste if something wasn't troubling them, let alone the ritzy people. Jace also couldn't determine if he would like her or not she had a look of privilege which could only mean she was probably a damn snootie brat and Jace tended to want to distance himself from those kind of people, but then again she was very attractive.
All Jace could do is lean back and relax he wasn't very excited about taking in the privileged Core women, anyone who threw that kind of coin around had to be privileged, and people who are privileged on Core planets are either high Alliance members or
crime bosses, neither he wanted to come across. Jace just had to keep his thoughts quiet long enough to wait till he got back with Lulah on the bridge to get her opinion. Setting his cup down he slid his knife out and began cutting on a leather strap he had to keep him occupied when he was thinking or bored.
Lulah or another crew member would have an opinion on this broad, and that would help him break down everything he was thinking to form an opinion of this girl.
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Post by Jay Fuller on Sept 27, 2012 23:36:24 GMT -5
After he left the newcomer in her room, he made his way up to the galley. He made a sandwich and then went back to his room. He sat down at the desk in his room. He left the door open, just in case someone might need him. He wasn't sure what he wanted to write. Instead he decided to flip through some of his old journals. Jay made sure to keep them all with him through the years. It was like keeping his shame and problems with him. So he could look back and be reminded of how far he's gotten.
Today I leave for Persephone. I feels so weird thinking that I graduated school two weeks ago. Yēsū, I feel like I'm starting over. But it will be so fantastic to get the fuck away from my god awful parents. I swear, the lǎo mǔgǒu de érzi are so fucking caught up in themselves they can't see the world around them.
"I wasn't there for you," my dad says. Seriously! I don't fuckin understand, it's like this is his fault. Even if it is, it's not like I'm doing anything wrong? I'm not a god damn fuckin murderer like they seem to think I am! I'm just glad I got out of that god awful place.
And now I'm going off world! I won't have to deal with those fuckers again, thank god. But at least--
Before Jay finished reading, Ilana announced over the comm for everyone to meet in the Galley. Jay closed the small, black book and put it back in the drawer. When he entered the room, Jace was leaning on the door. He excused himself as he walked by. Ilana and the newcomer were sitting around. Jay walked in and nodded to them, before grabbing a cup and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He added a little sugar as Ilana started talking.
As soon as she was finished, Jay buried his nose into his coffee cup, sucking in a breath when the hot liquid hit his tongue with a little more heat than he was expecting.
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Yēsū = Jesus
Lǎo mǔgǒu de érzi = Old sons of bitches
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Post by Sylvia Dickens on Oct 1, 2012 19:21:55 GMT -5
Sylvia sat on the bed in the room Jay had led her to. She didn't know where she was going from here, but being here, on this horribly filthy ship was still better than staying on Ariel and being killed. After a while, she didn't really know how long, the woman captain came into her room and asked her to follow her. Sylvia's first instinct was to ask why, but she bit her tongue since they could still turn around and drop her on Ariel.
She stood and followed the woman without a word. She led her to the kitchen, or galley she supposed, since they were on a ship. The woman gestured to the table and Sylvia eyed it carefully. At least the galley was somewhat clean. Cleaner than the rest of the ship anyway.
At the counter, the woman pressed a button and her voice filled the ship, instructing everyone to report to the galley immediately. After a moment, the woman sat a cup of coffee in front of her and walked back to the counter. Sylvia stared into the cup and swallowed hard. She liked coffee, but she was terrified to drink it based on the way the woman's hands looked. They looked like they'd been literally covered in grease at one point. She was sure the woman had washed them, but after a while, grease just doesn't come off anymore.
"Thank you," Sylvia managed to say. "I'm Sylvia by the way."
The woman made a non committal noise at the thank you, then she said, "I'm Ilana."
She leaned against the counter and Sylvia went back to staring in her cup. A few minutes later, people began showing up in the galley, making Sylvia feel surrounded, and a little intimidated. It made her angry because she wasn't used to the feeling. Usually, she was the one doing the intimidating.
Once everyone she remembered had filed into the room, Ilana turned a chair around backwards. The scraping of the chair on the floor drew Sylvia's eyes to her. Ilana sat backwards in it, staring at her for a brief moment, then she said, "Alright. I'm not gonna bullshit you, or sugar coat anything here. I wanna know what you're runnin from. And before you answer that, I don't wanna hear your life story. I just wanna know what made you get on this ship beggin for a ride. I also want the truth. It's not just you I have to worry about. I got a full crew of people who are dependin on me not to get them killed…. Or figurin I will get them killed. The answer to that one just depends on which crew member you ask." Ilana smiled a little then as she said that last and Sylvia swallowed hard once again. "Anyway. I just need to know what manner of horrible things could be waitin to rain down on me and mine for givin you shelter."
Sylvia thought carefully about this for a moment. As the woman talked, Sylvia started to get angry, as though Ilana thought all of this was her fault, but by the time Ilana had finished talking, Sylvia understood more why she was upset. Sylvia said, "To answer each of your questions, and those questions that were implied, I'm running from my husband. I more or less witnessed him killing a man, and now he wants to shut me up before I tell the wrong person what he's done."
She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts and then went on, "The problem with going to the Ariel authorities is that my husband is a federal officer with the alliance military. He works mainly on Ariel, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have pull higher up. I honestly don't know what could be in store for you if he finds out I got on your ship. If I did, the least I could do is tell you that much." She paused only a second this time and then said, "All I know is that he killed a man. The man he killed, he killed because the man was under orders from him to kill someone else, and he was identified by the victim's wife. Why that particular man had to die, I do not know. I don't know how many times before he has done this. I swear I don't know anything else."
As she finished this, her voice wavered slightly. She bit down hard on her lower lip to fight back the tears that were threatening her burning eyes. A little too hard maybe, she thought when she tasted blood. She could tell there wasn't much because the taste wasn't strong, but it was there. She released her lip from between her teeth and relaxed slightly when she didn't feel any blood run down her chin. Then she looked around the room at the accusing eyes of the people in the room, and waited.
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Ray Hudson
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Keep diggin' that hole
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Post by Ray Hudson on Oct 2, 2012 2:52:13 GMT -5
Ray leaned on a counter in the galley that held two full cabinets worth of food. He drummed his fingers while waiting for the meeting to get under way. Ilana told this new girl, Sylvia, that she wanted to know what exactly she was running from that she didn't want to get her hair caught in a web. The passenger told them all that she was running from her husband after seeing him kill a man and Ray was surprised by the girls honesty. Immediately Ray wondered if there might be a prize for bringing the trophy wife back to her case.
Sylvia told the group that she couldn't contact the authorities because her husband was an Officer in the Alliance. Every bit of white in Ray's eyes were revealed in that moment with the light reflecting his terror that now crept back up. Shaking his head and rubbing his face, Ray decided to abandon all hopes of a reward. The passenger explained that she didn't know what would happen if the Alliance discovered that she got onto their ship but Ray was coming up with some very grim assumptions. Sylvia told them that her husband killed an assassin that botched a job and that she had no clue how many men her spouse has marked for dead.
Wasting no time Ray threw in his opinion of the situation. "No. nononono, I am not gonna deal with the Alliance again." Ray growled, feet planted firmly with a fist curled in his hand. "She's talkin' Officer ordered assassination. What the hell do you think that means for us? You think that's a storm we could just fly out of?" Ray's fear and panic was visible to everyone in the room and he was ready to fight anyone who would argue against him. "We gotta drop her off, I don't care where. We might be tagged right now and the longer we wait the tighter the chain gets."
There would be no convincing Ray that keeping this passenger was a good idea. There was a zero tolerance policy whenever the Alliance was involved as far as Ray was concerned and this was a strict violation of that. He didn't think that this girls husband would kill her. She looked soft and easily broken so all Mr. Officer had to do was tell her what the score was and she would fall in line. If he was as powerful as she says he is than there would be no reason to kill her since no one would believe her. Once the husband explained this to her than she could live the rest of her life caged like a bird. Ray saw no other alternative. Their group couldn't help her and being forced to live a life of luxury seemed better than living in squalor for a few months before being found and sent back to the same result. Ray was ready to fight for this idea because there was nothing they could feasibly do for her and their lives were also at stake. Money was definitely not a factor since they wouldn't be alive long enough to spend whatever this girl had to offer.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Oct 2, 2012 9:46:21 GMT -5
Marcus was in the galley when the conversation began. He'd gotten some scrap paper and pencils and was trying his hand at sketching. He wasn't very good at drawing things, places, and he didn't even try people after his peach ended up looking like a bloated looking... organ.
He just stopped after a while.
So when the girl, the woman, named Sylvia started talking he was eager to focus away from his pile of abominations against art. He was glad he was paying attention, otherwise Ray's reaction might have come as a surprise.
Marcus, for his part, just started laughing. It wasn't a chuckle or even a incredulous laugh. It was almost scary. "No matter what we do, them feds are everywhere." He sighed. "Can't even do an honest bit of trade without something flying purple flags crossing our way."
He looked Ray straight in the eye. "If knowing anythings a death sentence, we're humped as is." He held up a finger. "Because the last getaway we made with was a one time deal. He wasn't going to get deeper in debt with Morse, and even if it was Ilana's call for that. Dishes probably couldn't pull off the same trick twice.
Marcus had a mind to get a drink, but the rest of his thoughts shot it down. It wasn't going to make them look any more professional. If they could ever have been mislabeled such.
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Post by Ilana Logan on Oct 4, 2012 7:41:58 GMT -5
Ilana saw the anger leave Sylvia's face before she answered and she sighed inwardly, grateful she wouldn't have to get angry. She didn't have much time to think about anything else. Sylvia had thought for only a moment before responding.
Sylvia said, "To answer each of your questions, and those questions that were implied, I'm running from my husband. I more or less witnessed him killing a man, and now he wants to shut me up before I tell the wrong person what he's done."
She paused as though to gather her thoughts and then went on, "The problem with going to the Ariel authorities is that my husband is a federal officer with the alliance military." Ilana's stomach dropped, but Sylvia took no notice. "He works mainly on Ariel, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have pull higher up. I honestly don't know what could be in store for you if he finds out I got on your ship. If I did, the least I could do is tell you that much..." Ilana's heart skipped a beat, and she dug her fingernails into her palms, but again, Sylvia didn't notice. "All I know is that he killed a man. The man he killed, he killed because the man was under orders from him to kill someone else, and he was identified by the victim's wife. Why that particular man had to die, I do not know. I don't know how many times before he has done this. I swear I don't know anything else."
At the end her voice wavered a little and Ilana watched as she bit her lip. Ilana's stomach lurched and she felt that familiar fear stir in her again. She pushed her chair back and shot to her feet. She stood there for a moment, then ran her hands through her hair once as she paced to he counter, leaving her back to the girl to get herself contained before she returned her attention to her. Facing the counter, she didn't see Ray's face when he started speaking.
"No. nononono, I am not gonna deal with the Alliance again." Ray growled, and Ilana turned to face him. "She's talkin' Officer ordered assassination. What the hell do you think that means for us? You think that's a storm we could just fly out of? We gotta drop her off, I don't care where. We might be tagged right now and the longer we wait the tighter the chain gets."
Marcus's laughter brought her attention to him before she could do more than agree with what Ray had said. "No matter what we do, them feds are everywhere." He sighed. "Can't even do an honest bit of trade without something flying purple flags crossing our way."
He looked at Ray, "If knowing anythings a death sentence, we're humped as is." He held up a finger. "Because the last getaway we made with was a one time deal."
Ilana took a deep breath and said, "I'm inclined to agree with Ray here. There's not enough money in the verse for me to risk my life, and the lives of this crew to take you on. Unless a majority of the crew here takes objection to it, we're droppin you on Rubicon. We got you off world, and I think that's worth the money you already gave Ray here. If either of us had known what you were running from, you couldn't have paid us enough to keep you on this ship. We'd have booted your ass the second the word Alliance came out of your mouth, so be grateful you got anywhere. Maybe we'll drop you before they even realize what ship you got on."
Ilana paused for a moment, then said, "If the alliance pinches us before we get to Rubicon, I will make you regret puttin us in this position."
She stopped then, waiting for the others to either agree or disagree. She figured if they disagreed, she'd probably override their decision anyway. What sense did it make to risk their life for a stranger that most of them didn't want here anyway? No, there was no way she'd let her stay on the ship past Rubicon.
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Post by Jay Fuller on Oct 6, 2012 2:15:55 GMT -5
Sylvia, as she introduced herself, began to explain what brought her here. Jay couldn't contain his own little gasp of surprise. No wonder she was so quiet. She just found out her husband was a killer, and probably just after the honeymoon too. Her husband was also a member of the Alliance Feds. Of course, Jay thought, Of all the people to be wrapped up in something seedy, it would be a fed. After the group's previous run in with the law, Jay expected the crew would not be too excited about Sylvia. Hell, Jay himself got a little spooked about the Feds.
He was right. Ray's initial response was, surprise surprise, to freak out. He suggested dropping her off and leaving her. Jay kept his mouth shut, but he wanted to speak up. She didn't know what was happening to her, so shouldn't they have at least a bit of sympathy? Though, sometimes Jay wondered if he was the only one on this ship with that particular trait. Marcus, thankfully, rebuttled Ray's overreaction. Ilana, however, began to agree with Ray. Then, she went in for a threat. Jay, who had been clenching his fists all the while, finally spoke up.
"Behold, ladies and gentlemen, Captain Ilana Logan: polite to all and always understanding," he snapped. He chuckled ironically before continuing, "Seriously? I'm all for dropping her off on Rubicon, but she's a human too. Shocking, I know," he glanced at Ray, "She may be in trouble with the Alliance, she may not. We don't know yet. But she obviously didn't know about what was going on until recently, and you guys are practically tossing her out the airlock for something that hasn't happened yet. I say we get her to Rubicon. I think from there she'll be fine, but until then she isn't a Fed, and she didn't bring them to us, so stop acting like she just signed off on our death sentence!"
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Oct 6, 2012 12:45:38 GMT -5
Marcus listened to Ilana and his inner self debated with all the aspects he could comfortably say he 'knew' about the situation: This woman claimed her husband was a Military Fed Officer; Prognosis: Eep. He apparently murdered someone: Egads. That someone apparently killed someone else and the victim's wife saw him: Something to go on.
He pulled a pad that connected to the cortex and started looking up the news on Ariel, if someone had been murdered recently and their spouse witnessed it, it'd be on the news.
Jay's response was fabulously over the top, but Marcus was agreeing with it.
"There's also the chance that if we can dupe this guy into exposing his own self confessing to the crime or some such, we can maybe send him to his just hearing and see the lady into some kinda protective custody."
He shrugged. "We did have those charges cleared remember." Someone truthful, leaving a man stranded and erasing all evidence he was ever on a ship that was never there to begin with was a STRETCH of superhero talents, but it worked.
"So provided we get any confession, and it lands in the hands of feds who give a damn, or better yet don't like her husband, he'll burn." Marcus somewhat liked the idea of that, it was gaining traction in his mind.
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Post by Jace "Original Zest" on Oct 6, 2012 14:25:57 GMT -5
Jace had kept quiet and was frankly uninterested in this woman, until the mention of alliance made Jace jerk his head around to stare at the woman named Sylvia as if she had become an acid spitting monster. He froze against the door frame and intently listened to the rest of her story. As it turns out her wonderful darling husband is a officer for the alliance, could this get better oh yes the husband killed someone because his own assassin failed to do a perfect job and got seen. When she finished her tale Jace just hung his head as if lost and unsure what to think of this.
"Ta ma duh," Jace muttered he had cut the strip of leather in half he would have to replace it. Jace quietly sat back and heard everyones opinions. Ray wanted to drop her off, Jay wanted to defend her, Marcus mentioned an insane idea to Jace to solve a crime, and Ilana wanted to drop her off.
"My opinion is get her to Rubicon as fast as possible, drop her off and get the hell out of there, Sylvia will be fine she has enough money to make sure of that, anyone rich like this one isn't without resources and contacts. Not if they planned to live long on the Core planets. This woman isn't has helpless as she appears I could bet at least." Jace had to stop to calm down for a second and he slid his knife and the strap back into their places so he could brace himself against the wall.
"One thing the alliance makes sure of is to leave absolutely no loose ends proven or otherwise, once we drop her off as fast as possible if we allow ourselves to be caught near her now we are dead, her husband will make sure of that at least if we remain in the area of the Core planets, otherwise we should be fine." Jace finished his opinion and hoped he made sense.
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Post by Ilana Logan on Oct 11, 2012 16:37:53 GMT -5
"Behold, ladies and gentlemen, Captain Ilana Logan: polite to all and always understanding," Jay snapped. Ilana's eyes narrowed as she turned to look at him. He chuckled softly before going on, "Seriously? I'm all for dropping her off on Rubicon, but she's a human too. Shocking, I know," he glanced at Ray, "She may be in trouble with the Alliance, she may not. We don't know yet. But she obviously didn't know about what was going on until recently, and you guys are practically tossing her out the airlock for something that hasn't happened yet. I say we get her to Rubicon. I think from there she'll be fine, but until then she isn't a Fed, and she didn't bring them to us, so stop acting like she just signed off on our death sentence!"
Ilana was seething by the time he finished. Her fists clenched and unclenched several times as she thought, The little self-righteous prick is acting like I'm the one who screwed us over. She wanted to punch him, but thought better of it. Before Ilana could say anything, Marcus said, "There's also the chance that if we can dupe this guy into exposing his own self confessing to the crime or some such, we can maybe send him to his just hearing and see the lady into some kinda protective custody."
He shrugged. "We did have those charges cleared remember. So provided we get any confession, and it lands in the hands of feds who give a damn, or better yet don't like her husband, he'll burn."
Marcus's opinion basically echoed her own, though he didn't point out how it was Sylvia's fault that they were in this mess in the first place. She still wanted to punch Jay, and the things that were on the tip of her tongue to say were considerably worse that the things she'd said to Lulah on their first meeting. She had never been this pissed at Jay. In her opinion he'd crossed the line, and his comment about something that hasn't happened yet was a matter of opinion as far as she was concerned.
Jace interjected then with, "My opinion is get her to Rubicon as fast as possible, drop her off and get the hell out of there, Sylvia will be fine she has enough money to make sure of that, anyone rich like this one isn't without resources and contacts. Not if they planned to live long on the Core planets. This woman isn't has helpless as she appears I could bet at least. One thing the alliance makes sure of is to leave absolutely no loose ends proven or otherwise, once we drop her off as fast as possible if we allow ourselves to be caught near her now we are dead, her husband will make sure of that at least if we remain in the area of the Core planets, otherwise we should be fine."
His opinion was basically the same as Marcus's, though he used a lot more words to express it. Ilana fixed her glare back on Jay then and said "I'm fully aware that she's a human being, you self-righteous little asshole. She also got on this ship knowing full well what was in store for us when they found out what ship she got on. I don't give a good gorram if you're too damn naive to get it, but she did sign our death sentence the second she stepped foot on that cargo ramp. In case you forgot, Ariel is a central planet. In the core. That means there are cameras literally everywhere. Do you think she didn't know that when she got on this ship?" Her anger showed in her voice some, but not nearly as much of it as she was feeling. The question was rhetorical, and it showed when she gave him absolutely no time to respond to it. "Of course she knew it. She lives there. Whether you like it or not boy, this is the way it is. Deal with it, or find another ship."
Ilana meant every word of her rant-like speech. She didn't want to lose Jay, but she wouldn't put up with him acting like that girl had no blame in this. She didn't give him anymore chance to respond this time than she had last time when she turned to Jace and Marcus and said, "Jace. Marcus. Get to the bridge and get us to Rubicon as fast as possible. I'm headin up there as well. Jay, stay here and babysit your new friend. Ray.... just don't kill her yet."
Again, she gave no time for a response. She was pissed and she needed out of there. She turned on her heel, walked out of the room, and headed toward the bridge, muttering under her breath the whole way.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on Oct 12, 2012 13:32:20 GMT -5
Marcus saw Ilana boil and could feel the rage coming. It was like a rolling cloud of boiling steam, barreling down a corridor from a fractured pipe. There was no cover, no hiding from it. The only hope was that whatever you had covering your skin was enough to keep you from melting.
Her wrath was quick and too the point. They were going to Rubicon and this girl was going to be on her own. Marcus didn't like that, but he wasn't going to say anything else in front of the whole crew. Certainly not this girl, woman, whatever.
He stood and was on his way to the bridge the moment Ilana said his name. "Aye. See you up there." She stormed out before he could get the words out. He looked over his shoulder at Sylvia.
"My advice to you? Don't stop running till you get to the rim, find a job bussing tables and keep your head down."
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Post by Jay Fuller on Oct 13, 2012 11:11:43 GMT -5
Jay tried his best not to throw his coffee cup at the back of Ilana's head as she walked away. She could be very hot-headed sometimes. After he calmed down he would probably understand where she was coming from, but as of yet he was just angry. He ran over a thousand different responses to her, but she had unfortunately left before he could respond. Jay stood up and walked over to the sink, pouring the remaining half-cup of coffee down the drain. He set the coffee cup into the sink and waited as the rest of the crew left the room.
"I don't give a good gorram if you're too damn naive to get it, but she did sign our death sentence the second she stepped foot on that cargo ramp." He kept tossing the words back and forth in his head. He hated being called naive. But only because he knew it was true. Not that he'd ever admit that, of course. He started washing out the cup, get the coffee out so it wouldn't dry. He took a deep breath and sighed. He could seethe and hate Ilana all he wanted later. For now, though, he had to keep his eyes on Sylvia. Because as much as he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, he wasn't stupid enough to believe she wouldn't try and pull a gun on him.
He turned around to face her, "So that was fun," he said, trying to muster up a smirk. He wasn't sure it was a very convincing facade. He wasn't used to getting yelled at especially by someone he considered a friend, Captain or not. "Enjoying your stay on The Chainless so far?"
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