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Get me off of this rock!
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Topic Started: Feb 27 2009, 05:50 PM (338 Views)
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Nell Dodson
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Feb 27 2009, 05:50 PM
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Nell was beginning to hate this town...
She'd never liked being planetside, much. It was too hot, too dusty, and too full of people, for starters. On some planets, being around people was fun. She'd always liked havin' shoreleave on Persephone, since she knew some of the best part places down in the slums. But Ol'Hall was full of stuffy churchy people, and Nell had never trusted the churchy people overmuch. They didn't like her. The prim ol' broads were always strange casting glances her way, when they weren't avoiding her like the plague, and the menfolk tended to get all protective of their womenfolk and kids when she was around. What did they think, she was gonna just start punching people at random? She wasn't a gorram Reaver.
But it was more than just the stares that were making her nervous. Nell always got jumpy when she couldn't feel the hum of the ship under her feet. It wasn't natural.
Besides, this place had entirely too much sky for her liking. It was up there, blazin' blue in the sunlight, mocking her. She should be up there, right now, not down here plodding around in atmo. She untied her bandana and used it to wipe the layer of sweat and dust from her forehead. She'd spent the morning hauling crates and doing a little asking around, but as usual, no one was looking for a pilot. This was a bad place to look for work. Silently, she cursed out the captain who had dropped her here. She hadn't hit his buddy too hard, and besides, the guy had deserved it...
Maybe after a few more weeks of working odd jobs, she'd have enough credits to buy passage to another planet. If she could get back into the border planets, she was sure she could find work flying a cargo freighter or something. It'd be a real cow to fly, but it'd be better than nothing...
Better than hanging around this dustball for another month, surely.
Still, the day was hot, and she'd managed to talk the tavern owner around to giving her a bit of credit at the bar in exchange for helping with some barrels last week, so maybe it was time for a drink. She could sure use one.
She meandered her way over to the Destiny's End, and sauntered into the cool of the bar with her fingers tucked in her belt. She gave the bar a glace - it was pretty dead, being still early in the afternoon, but the tavern was never completely empty - and then hunkered herself down at the bar.
"Hey." She called out. "Gimme something cold that doesn't taste like xiong mao niao."
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Rei Nass
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Feb 27 2009, 07:56 PM
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For some reason Rei was both a little nervous but also happy to set down on the dustball of Newhall again. It has been a few weeks ago that they'd last been here, and things had gotten way out of hand then. Luckily they only came out with a few scrapes and bruises (although Sam was pretty beaten up). For the past weeks they'd been busy with a few, rather legal, cargo runs. Which brought in some money. It was time to head back to the border and buy some much needed mechanical supplies. You could get better deals in the border then out here. Out here in the Rim everything that they needed to fix up a ship was rather expensive or wasn't to be found. But as they saved rather a few necks on the small town of Ol'Hall, Rei had decided to first pick up on a few fresh supplies. Which they could now afford, and hope to get with a bargain also.
This time around they had also parked their boat closer to town, that they were actually able to just walk into town, instead of having to use the shuttle. And also they'd brought their full gear, weapons in their holsters close to them. Better save then sorry.
Rei made her way to the tavern, last time she'd gone there too the first. However she had some other intentions now. As she walked through town a lot of people turned heads or gave her a smile, but they didn't come to her to talk however. She didn't mind, Rei didn't like curiosity from people she did not know, even if they had saved their lives.
Pushing open the doors she entered Destiny's End, the cool air was a welcome feeling on her skin. She was still wearing her leather pants and boots. Luckily she'd been so smart to only throw on a black tank top and not put on a jacket. It was damned hot today on this rock, sun almost scorching the earth. The woman never really did understand how people could cope living on such a poorly terraformed planet. She just caught a few words of mandarin from a person seated at the bar. Only the sound of the person's voice told Rei it was a women. The captain walked over to the bar, giving the women a nod and waited for the bartender to finish her order.
"Is it possible for me to order a crate of liquor if you have one in stock?"
Rei was planning a little party. After these last few weeks of hard work the crew deserved it, and it was safer to celebrate on board instead on this backwater planets tavern. It mostly resulted in fights anyway. And they were just seen as a bunch of hero's in this town. Which had its advantages Rei supposed.
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Nell Dodson
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Feb 27 2009, 09:29 PM
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Dodge gratefully accepted the bottle from the bartender and sucked back a measure of the cold, bitter liquid. It went down gratefully, and eased some of her sun-baked weariness. Hauling crates in the hot sun really took it out of a person. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced over at the woman who had just walked up to the bar.
She returned the woman's nod and let her gaze linger a moment, appraising the woman. This woman wasn't from around here, that much was clear. She was too bold, too confident to be any of the dirtside hens, and she wore a coupla six-shooters on her belt with the easy air of someone who knew how to use 'em. Dodge's interest was peaked. Attitude like that came from one kind and one kind only - spacin' folk.
She turned her attention back to staring at the wall for the moment, not wanting to look like she was over-interested in the woman. (Around here, people talked, and that was the last thing she needed.) But her mind was still going... Hadn't she heard some talk about a crew that'd come here a few weeks ago - just before she'd put into port - and sorted out some kinda trouble? Something to do with a gang, and a big gunfight... Way folks talked, you'd have thought they saved the town from a full-scale invasion. But they'd mentioned that the captain had been a real slick lookin' Japanese woman...
Well, well. Maybe her luck was starting to turn around after all... Dodge took another swig of her beer, and then glanced sideways at the other woman.
"Throwing some kinda party?" She asked in the slow drawling tones of a practiced spacer. "Or just lookin' to resell? I tell ya now, you won't get your money's back out here. Rimmer-brew's all ten times as much as you should be payin' for it, and tastes like piss, no disrespect intended," She continued, tipping her beer bottle in apology in response to the bartender's offended look. "I know this is the best you got out here, but Rimmer-brew's Rimmer-brew, no gettin' around it."
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Rei Nass
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Mar 1 2009, 03:12 PM
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The bartender said something along the lines he had something for her and scurried around before walking to the back.
Rei turned her attention towards the women seated at the bar who started talking to her as she herself took a seat as well. The captain chuckled, "A party, they don't mind much how it tastes, after a few glasses you don't taste nothing anymore anyway." She left in the middle who it was actually for, no need to throw all the cards out on the table immediately.
She looked over the women, didn't seem like an Ol'Hall citizen, she didn't carry herself as such neither. It seemed she already had a hard days work behind her. As the bartender came back he hauled a shabby look crate up on the bar. Rei opened the lid and peeked into it. There were several dusty bottles with a sort of brown liquor in it. "Whiskey, best yer can get around ere." Rei nodded in approval, it didn't look half that shabby. "I'll take it, and gimme a bottle of whatever that is," she said nodding towards the bottle the women was holding.
"Your not from around here if I"m correct." Turning back towards the women. It wasn't a question really, it was obvious. "What brings you to a backwater planet like this?"
((sorry bit short))
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Nell Dodson
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Mar 2 2009, 11:52 PM
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Nell snorted and took another swig of her drink. "Luck." She replied grimly to the woman's question of how she wound up here. "The worst kinda luck. What else winds a spacer like me up on a dustball chunk of rock like this?"
She turned and leaned against the bar, letting the woman see her eyes flicker from the guns at her hip up to the woman's face. She frowned slightly, narrowing her eyes as if thinking something over. "You Captain Nass, aint'cha?" It was a statement, not a question. "Captain of the Solace. I heard of you... I put into port a coupla' days after your big escapades here. Townsfolk were talkin' all about what you and your crew did. You run a good ship, from what I heard - a real beauty of a Dragon-class."
She stuck out one dirty, calloused hand by way of greeting. "Nell. Nell Dodson. Most folk call me Dodge, though. Good to meet you, Captain."
The rough-looking woman grinned, and then cocked her head slightly to one side. "I don't suppose you got any pressin' need for a pilot, do you? Or even some muscle? I'm good with a gun, and I work hard." Nell was anything but subtle, but she got the impression that this space Captain was the sort to appreciate straight talk. Besides, she had no time to go beating around the bush! She was almost desperate enough to beg passage slopping out the gorram water reclaimation systems - anything to get her back into space. "I been on this rock too long now, and damn few ships pass by this way." She finished, by way of explaination.
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Rei Nass
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Mar 5 2009, 10:46 AM
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The bartender returned with a bottle and put it in front of Rei. As the women next to her on the bar started to talk Rei took a swill from the bottle and let the liquid swirl into her dry mouth before swallowing it. She hated dusty planets. Rei understood where the women was coming from, it wasn't very pleasant to be stranded on a dustball like this. Back in the days she didn't have her own ship Rei had found herself stranded on a few occasions herself, also on the less desirable planets.
Rei took Dodge's hand, "Rei Nass, as you already figured out." There was no smile, but the women had somehow sparked Rei's interest. She liked people who came straight to business, and what the women said next confirmed that thought.
"Mmm," Rei took a step back and had a look at Dodge. She was a strong women, you could see that straight away. The truth was she could use both, Rei always wanted people with multiple skills. Running a ship like hers the more muscle the better, as some business was quite dangerous. And she liked to have her back covered by her crew, and the other way around as well.
"Are you a pilot by profession, or just learned it as you went?"
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Nell Dodson
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Mar 5 2009, 08:55 PM
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Dodge accepted the woman's appraisal without flinching, letting her get the measure of her. She certainly wasn't anything pretty to look at, but out in the black, that didn't matter worth horse droppings. "I ain't got any facy Alliance training, if that's what you're asking." She replied easily. "I'm a Rim-worlder, if you haven't guessed that just by lookin' at me, and us folk don't usually get accepted into the fancy training schools on Londinium. But I'll tell you right now, I can outfly any of their little space cadets on one of my worst days." She smirked as she said so. Was she being prideful or just honest? Her tone said it was probably a bit of both.
She leaned back on the bar and continued her story, wanting the Captain to get a good sense of her background. "I learned on an old junker when I was part of a scrap-mining crew. None of the pirate stuff, mind you - our captain got hisself a license to clean up some derelicts mid-system. I found I had a knack for flyin', and eventually got myself out of scrap-mining and into hauling cargo system to system. Little more... lucrative than scrap mining."
Something about the way she said lucrative made it seem that she wouldn't be too averse to taking on jobs that were a little less than completely honest...
She shrugged, and then continued. "I flown, lesse... Just about every kind of cargo freighter in the 'verse, exceptin' some of the fancier Alliance-issue ones you get more Coreward. Firefly class ships, mostly. Been flyin' for near on ten years now. Started young." She shrugged again, and finished up with a, "That's about it, I guess."
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