Credit Slips and Smog Clouds

[tansytansey]

With the sound of a metal thud a solid metal box was dropped on top of a stack of others' identical to it, with perhaps not enough care or caution. Like a worked drone, the tall, lanky Rogue turned around and walked back out the way he came somewhat frustrated with the menial task he was forced to do. Behind him, yet another Rogue dropped the box he was carrying on top of the last one. A slow line of people behind him each carried another, identical metal box, leading out of the cargo bay, down the loading ramp and into the docking hangar and in a continuous chain. There was still quite a sizeable stack of the boxed commodities to be packed into the large Pirate Transport.

Surveying them, with her arms crossed and a clipboard in one hand was Ashes. It was her ship, after all, the Diamonds and Rust, and it was about to make a 'special delivery', bound for Dublin and to the base of the Liberty Rogues' closest allies, the Mollys. Ashes glanced across at Draya, whom she was standing next to.

Ashes glanced across at Draya, whom she was standing next to. Its great, isn't it? Having a horde of loyal minions to do the hard labour for us, eh?" She joked and chuckled.

"Uh-huh." Draya giggled back. "A little slow though Ythink? Maybe a little incentive might help."

She turned her gaze back to the Rogues loading up her ship and her cargo, they weren't a lively bunch, perhaps they did need some more motivation to work faster. Ashes tucked the clipboard under her arm and then brought her hands up to the sides of her mouth.

"Oi you lot, pick up the pace and I'll pick the hardest workers from the lot of ya to be on the crew, and ride with us!" Ashes yelled at them.

The Rogues stopped working for a second and looked towards Ashes and Draya. Ashes quickly wrapped a hand around the back of Drayas' waist and pulled her closer until their hips touched, and then rested the side of her head on Drayas' shoulder, and winked at the Rogues. They stood dumbfounded for a couple seconds as what Ashes said sunk in. Then all of a sudden, the Rogues broke out into a frenzy as they rushed and pushed passed each other, each man trying to better the last as they rapidly piled boxes into the Pirate Transports' cargo bay. The simple task turned into a disaster very quickly, as pushing turned to shoving, shoving turned to punching and punching turned to...

"Oi! No knives!" Ashes yelled, though her voice could barely be heard above the ruckus being made. "Damn it, I should have seen this coming." Ashes sighed.

The situation was getting out of hand now, she'd have to step in and do something about it.

"The Diamonds and Rust still needs to be gassed up. Think ya can handle it?" Ashes turned to, and asked her friend. Draya nodded in reply, and then Ashes pulled the clipboard out from under her arm and passed it over to Draya, who promptly set off for the fuelling station. Ashes took off in a jog towards the brawl before someone ended up getting knifed.

Jumping up and down, waving her arms, stamping her feet screaming at the top of her voice, nothing Ashes tried seemed to do anything to get their attention. It seemed now these Rogues had completely forgotten about her and were more focused on beating the snot out of each other. Ashes put her hands on her hips and pouted her lower lip out. With an angry gaze on her face, Ashes' eyes darted as she watched them brawl. It didn't look like anyone had gotten seriously hurt yet, but sooner or later someone would.

"Tch, bloody men." Ashes muttered to herself and clutched the bottom of her shirt, and lifted the base up to her chin.

The hangar simultaneously fell quiet, the Rogues stopped fighting and their heads turned towards her with their eyes opened wide. Now that she had their attention, Ashes dropped her shirt back down. As she began to speak, an overzealous Rogue took a step forward, with a hand outstretched to grab at her. Ashes intercepted his hand by grabbing his wrist with her index and ring finger, and pulling the Rogue down to his knees, and then pushing his arm back into a chicken-wing shape. The Rogue let out an excruciating wail of pain as the bones in his arm bent in an unnatural way. The rest of the squabble of Rogues seemed shocked, as Ashes had just brought a rather large Rogue, at least two heads taller than herself, to his knees in less than a second, without even changing her stance.

Ashes blew a puff of air up from her lips to her fringe to blow the loose strands of hair from her face. She still held the Rogues' wrist with her two fingers, but he had stopped wailing in pain now, so Ashes started her sentence again.

"Now, since I have your attention, I want the lot of you to form an orderly cue and finish the job without any more fuss. Clear?" Ashes asked with a firm tone.

There was a murmur of hesitant agreement from the squabble of Rogues. Fear was a powerful thing to have control over in this place. Ashes pulled the helpless Rogue in front of her from his knees and pushed him back into the crowd, no doubt he would get grief from his comrades about being beaten by a girl. Ashes turned away, and when the Rogues couldn't see her any more, she exhaled deeply. It was a terrifying incident that could have easily gone another way. Her heart still thumped heavily in her chest, but the worst thing she could have done was loose her cool in front of them. She took one last deep breath to calm herself, and then went to see how Draya was doing with the refuelling of the Diamonds and Rust

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[5:50:49 PM] JakeSG (William Darkmoor) says: I like you, Ashes. You're more cynical than God.