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Tweak says, "Harry sniffs knickers"

saul maturin (ex_maturin530) wrote in flyfirefly,
@ 2013-02-05 09:28:00

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The dust under his boot heels couldn't be helped. It was everywhere on the boat since their last shipment of resin from the deserts of Ertelli. They'd hosed down the cargo bay about six times now and still the dust lingered, crept into cracks and crevices, insidious.

Saul kicked his foot against the on-ramp with a vicious clang. Fine sand grains trickled out in a fine mist: a bit of savagery for the civilized, sanitized haven of a central planet. "At least we look like we mean business," he drawled, glancing up. "You remember to leave your guns behind this time?" One unfortunate -- if hilarious -- run-in with armed thugs on Verbena and now Saul took every opportunity to bring it up. Twisting the knife in an open wound had been a paid job once upon a time; he was terribly good at it.

He might have lingered in playful ribbing, but they were on the clock, so to speak, and the quicker they got off Ariel, the better their chances of evading Alliance scrutiny.

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persephione
2013-02-05 03:47 pm UTC (link)

Down time was the worst time in Seph's opinion. She had never really liked having idle hands, though with the overabundance of sand on the ship, it was giving her some difficulty from time to time. She had to flush the engine almost every hour to keep it clean so it would run properly at a moments notice. But after a while, even that got boring.

Sitting on the catwalk above the cargo bay, with her legs dangling over the edge, she watched as Saul hosed down the area. Every so often she'd call out that he missed a spot and point towards some random area of the ship, being more playful than serious. At his question she rolled her eyes and pulled herself up to a standing position.

"Capt won't let me carry guns no more cause of that," she called back, coming down the stairs of the catwalk so she didn't have to yell as loudly anymore. If he'd turn off that damn water she wouldn't have to yell at all. "Says I'm liable to hurt myself more than someone else," she finished with a shrug, leaning against the railing with a fake pout on her lips. She really didn't care if she got to carry a gun or not. She'd honestly rather not have one. They were dangerous, especially in her hands.

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ex_maturin530
2013-02-05 04:19 pm UTC (link)

Saul directed the stream of water towards Sephi's feet, mindful to splash the ramp and the hull of the ship rather than its mousy, ginger-haired mechanic. For all that she had a mouth on her, Sephi's bright smiles were more than enough to make up for the occasional foot-in-mouth syndrome. No one had recruited her to hold people at gunpoint.

"Captain says a lot of things," Saul mused, "I find that taking a selective approach works best when heeding them." All the same, no guns in near vicinity of their mechanic was probably wise, for everyone's safety.

With the spray shut off, the water hose to curl in upon itself like a snake: it was nothing more than rudimentary spring coils at work, but still a little unsettling to witness. Puddles of water had formed here and there around the ship and Saul's boots left wet tracks as he strode up the ramp to grab his coat. The water itself wouldn't give them trouble after they left atmo; the sand was far more troublesome. All the more so since it seemed determined to stick.

"I'm done," Saul announced. "Captain wants another wash-job, he can do it himself. How are we looking for take-off?"

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