Planetfall: Newhall, Day One
Who: Rezek, King, Zeke
What: Out and about, re-supplying
When: Morning, planet-side
Where: Main port of Newhall on the largest island chain
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing



Freshly-washed and shaved, dressed neatly, shoulder holsters and gunbelt in place, Rezek shouldered on his long black duster. Within its folds he had enough weaponry to take down a small town. Not that he had any intention of doing that at this particular moment but in his experience it was always best to be as prepared as possible for any eventuality because usually that eventuality happened.

Nekhbet settled into dock with barely a shudder. Whatever else might be said about King--and plenty could be said, a great deal of it unfavorable--she was a damn good pilot, in truth better than the last. Rezek could put up with little quirks of behavior for good work. So far she'd not disobeyed a direct order nor her temper gotten them into more trouble than they could get out of easily enough. The day that happened, he and she would have a very interesting conversation. Far better that conversation with me than Dalia, he thought with a grim smile. But with luck, they'd avoid it for a bit longer.

He didn't anticipate any problems with Zeke. The man had a sarcastic tongue, sharp as a good blade, but a steady nature, not easily riled and he thought before he acted. Plus he obeyed any and every order given him without question. Rezek liked that; it made things a lot simpler.

Rezek put his foot up on the running board of the mule and rubbed a spot of dirt off his boot, checked the dagger tucked into the side. He began going over the list of supplies they needed and tallying it against the platinum he had in his pockets. He hoped that Zhang did have a job for them--they weren't exactly hurting yet, but he liked a bit more cushion than what they currently had.