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Tweak says, "Laugh while you can, monkeyboy"

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

maturin and open
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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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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