BELT A Little Bird Told Me

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  1. Sparrow

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    Sparrow's gaze darted between Diarmuid and the Belter, Keith as he had introduced himself. Things seemed to have slowed a bit, but the tension between Diarmuid and Smoker was still palpable in the air. She was worried that a fight would break out, or worse. The smile that Diarmuid offered her soothed the anxiety to some degree, but only just.

    Her attention focused back onto the Belter in front of her, watching his hands intently as she tried to follow along with what he was trying to convey to her. He seemed kind enough. The movements that he made were slow and deliberate, intending to not startle her. He'd said that Wren was looking for her, and she felt a weight lift off of her chest.

    Frightened as she was, she recognized that she needed to speak if she wanted to keep the men from pulverizing her impromptu rescuer. Her signing was slow, a clear indication of how much pain she was in.

    "Sparrow. Everyone calls me Sparrow." She responded to his first question, then she looked to Shepherd and back to the Belter before she continued. "What are they saying?" She asked for him to relay the information with several motions of her hands, not wanting to intervene into a situation that didn't need it.
     
  2. Roland Shepherd

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    Roland paused as Diarmuid threw more questions at him, doing his best to keep his calm. He tongued the inside of his cheek for a brief moment and glanced down at his boots, slowly lowering his hands to his sides. Though he couldn't keep them still for long and one quickly raised back up to pass over his buzzed hair at the top of his head. What exactly could he say? He had gone so far off the book, that he wasn't even sure that he was considered UNMC anymore. If anything, he was now a defector.

    He turned his gaze towards the young, purple-haired belter woman. Muscles in his jaw flexed for a few seconds as he considered his answer carefully. "It was a special assignment." The answer was the truth, though he was trying to stay vague. "No unit, no uniform."

    His hand moved to the back of his neck and he grimaced, shaking his head. "I didn't join up for this shit, though. Decided to do what felt right and get her out of there. Was really just making it up as I went." He explained, holding his hands out slightly to the side.
     
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  3. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

    Diarmuid O'Sullivan UN Renegade

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    Diarmuid scoffed. Special assignment. Two throwaway words that could be used to justify anything and forestall other questions. He'd had to deal with it a few times back on Earth. It's on a need to know basis or it's above your paygrade or special elements will be operating in your sector. They'd been operating out of uniform too or as part of a temporary unit so they got away with accountability. "That's convenient now isn't it?"

    He still wasn't sure he believed him. One right didn't make up for the rest of it. "So you're a deserter now" another mark on the Reasons Not to Trust list. He'd met a few in his time. The underworld was their first port of call for shelter. Someone too maladjusted for the military usually made good enforcers for criminal enterprises. His head jerked towards Sparrow, "We'll wait to see here what my Belter friend gets from her before we take your story as gospel".
     
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  4. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith held the towel up to Sparrow, slowly bringing it in to dab the blood from her face. He did not want to startle her any more than she already was. He signed with his free hand, half-listening to the conversation between the two men behind him. Hello, Sparrow. I believe your friend is making sure that Shepherd is truly trying to help you. Can you tell me what happened?

    Turning the towel over to a clean portion, Keith continued to gently tend to Sparrow. He tried not to pity her; the injuries would heal with time, but dealing with a disability such as deafness made the life of a Belter even more difficult. Handicaps were not unheard of, though they became more rare the closer you got to the inner planets. Between genetic modification and medical technology, most cases of disabilities were eradicated from the populations of Earth, Luna, Mars... but no so much in the Belt.

    No, the Belt did not have the same level of advancement, and most handicaps out here were close to a death sentence. Keith had a high amount of respect for Sparrow, in that she learned how to live with her deafness up to this point. Compromising his identity for the sake of taking her back home did not feel so important now. For some reason he could not explain, he was developing a strong level of protectiveness for Sparrow.

    And Keith had only just learned her name.
     
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  5. Roland Shepherd

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    He winced slightly when Diarmuid accused him of being a deserter. Truth hurts, he thought bitterly to himself and tried to swallow his new standing as an outlaw. The mental image of a woman with short dark hair and piercing green eyes took shape in the corner of the room, standing behind Dieter. Just his imagination, he knew that, but he had a bad habit of thinking of her when he did something that she would not have approved of. In his mind, her arms were crossed and there was a slight scowl on her features, though she was still wearing that old bomber jacket that she always had on. Surprisingly, he realized that for once she didn't look disappointed.

    Shepherd cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, forcing the old memory from his thoughts. Lingering on past mistakes wasn't going to help him now.

    For the time being, his survival rested in the hands of the rattled belter girl.

    "Yeah, sure thing, hoss." He muttered to the other Earther, though he kept his eyes on Sparrow and Keith.
     
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  6. Sparrow

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    After the past few days that she had endured, tenderness was not something she had expected from anyone. She wasn't entirely sure how to interpret the gentleness with which Keith tended to her injuries. Everything still hurt, but at least it didn't seem as though she was going to earn any new wounds now that this group had found them. However, he was still cleaning her face while she had a still bleeding lesion in her leg. Carefully, she reached up to grab the belter's wrist and then pressed the cloth against her thigh, indicating that he needed to keep pressure on the wound.

    She managed a soft smile to him, even though it pained her, and then she turned her eyes to Smoker. The two of them held one another's gaze for several moments, before Sparrow started to sign to Keith and returned her attention to the belter.

    "Its... complicated. If it wasn't for him, however, I would still be down in the maintenance shuttles and being tortured."


    Even if Smoker had been one of the ones who kidnapped her, she understood that he had gotten her out of there. Killing him now wouldn't accomplish anything, and there was likely information that he had that could prove useful.
     
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  7. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith's cheeks flushed in embarrassment for a short span. He had not even noticed Sparrow's leg wound since setting her on the bed, and he should have had the sense to check for other injuries. Perhaps he was too distracted with how they were going to make it back to The Albatross and off of Pallas Station without any further incident. Keith applied a medium amount of pressure on Sparrow's thigh, watching her face for signs of pain.

    "I think we're gut here. Sparrow says he checks out," Keith said to the men behind him, leaving out her mention of the complicated situation. They could address that later, when they had the time. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, Keith spoke to the contact. "Mi Keith, by the way. We need to get a move on."

    His gaze went back to Sparrow briefly before he dug in his pocket for his hand terminal. Keying Violet's frequency, he waited for a connection. "Oye, Vi. We're coming home and bringing company. Might need the mess hall table repurposed again. I hope The Alby will be ready to fly soon."
     
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  8. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

    Diarmuid O'Sullivan UN Renegade

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    Diarmuid would probably have been happier if Sparrow had denied the story. He'd have had an excuse then to slam a hole through the wall using Shepherd's head as the hammer. It'd be a good way to work out the frustration of the last week and might be a decent workout. He knew the girl wouldn't lie about something so serious.

    "You get a thanks for that" he allowed grudgingly before nodding at Keith. "Diarmuid" he introduced himself. A grunt of approval. "Agreed, let's skedaddle before we draw any more unwanted attention". He'd been on Pallas enough to outstay his welcome. The Belt was a location he had very mixed feelings about. "How far's your ship?"
     
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  9. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet had been in the middle of welding a flexible piece of metal around the outer edge of an airlock on the Albatross when she got the call from Keith. The seals on the aging ship had been in desperate need of replacements since they had got their hands on it. She figured it would help Dieter relax somewhat, when he didn't think the ship was going to spring a leak in the middle of space. Hell, it made her feel better and she was used to flying around on buckets of bolts that were held together with sheer will power and prayers.

    She clicked off the torch and pushed the goggles up from her eyes so that they were perched on the top of her head. "I did nae realize that we were in a rush. The biggest repairs have been done already, and the rest I can manage off station if needed. Everythin' alright, beratna?"
     
  10. Sparrow

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    It was obvious that the men were still talking, she could see that their mouths were physically moving, but she couldn't make out much of what they were saying. Diarmuid saying his own name was familiar enough and she recognized the movements, so she was able to piece together that they were likely making some sort of introductions. The rigid tension in the room seemed to have eased somewhat and it didn't appear as though the men were going to tear one another apart -- at least, not at that particular moment.

    The Belter, Keith as he had called himself, was on his hand terminal talking with another person, a crew mate if she had to wager a guess. She could see the mirrored image of the red-headed woman through the clear device and she took note of the grease smudged on the woman's face and the welding goggles on the top of her head. Some sort of engineer or a mechanic, more than likely.

    Perhaps the men were discussing how they were going to get off this station?

    She pressed her head against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, trying to focus her thoughts. It seemed as though most of the danger had passed and she realized that she needed to reach out to Wren as quickly as possible.
     
  11. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith paused at Violet's question. He could fill her in on the details when they were in the clear. What passed for security in the Belt was not like the inner planets -- chances are, once they were off Pallas, they would not be pursued. It was someone else's problem, then. "Job's done, but we may have attracted the wrong kind of attention. Don't mean to rush, but if you could have the reactor warmed up for when we get there..."

    He let his voice trail off when Diarmuid asked about The Albatross. Looking at the man, he held up his hand terminal to indicate he was speaking to one of the crew. "Far side of the station, unfortunately. They'll be ready for us."

    Keith returned to his conversation with Violet. "We won't be long. Mi gonya kom wámotim."

    When he ended the call, Keith returned the hand terminal to his pocket. Sparrow had her eyes closed, and Keith reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. He was worried she had passed out until her eyes snapped open. We're going to get off of the station and get you home. Diarmuid can carry you, if you want. Are you ready?
     
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  12. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Keith's hesitation was something that Violet noticed, but she decided to not press him on the matter. Whatever it is, there was a good reason why he wasn't explaining the situation to her in that moment. It was a strange thing to have come to trust someone, to feel as though she could rely on someone other than herself, but the crew of the Albatross had proven to be dependable. Both Keith and Dieter were about as close to a family as one could get.

    "See y'soon then. Watch yourself out there." She murmured to the Belter before he ended the call.

    Unsure of just how tight a timeline she was working with, Violet hurried to stash the equipment that had been left out while she had been working. Sheets of metal were stowed in the cargo bay and strapped down, tools were tossed into the proper lockers and secured. From there, she made her way up to the flight deck to start prepping the engines.

    "Things never just go smoothly, do they?" She mumbled under her breath, an old habit of hers when she was concentrating.
     
  13. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

    Diarmuid O'Sullivan UN Renegade

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    Diarmuid's first move was to grab his sidearm. One last run through Pallas before the dubious safety of an OPA affiliated spaceship. Things were never simple. He checked it was loaded and that his spare magazines were on hand. "Your crew best be ready then in case they try to get on board". Christ this was going to be messy. An unknown number of hostiles, an injured girl to bring with them, and they only had one obvious destination. Going to ground again on Pallas couldn't be an option, it'd just delay the inevitable.

    He looked to Sparrow, "Can you-" his gaze cut to Keith, "Can she walk?". They'd make it there a lot faster without someone stumbling and on the point of collapse. Just one last push and then Sparrow could get the help she needed.
     
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  14. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith met Diarmuid's gaze. "Na. You should carry her."

    He stood from his kneeling position beside the bed, following the man's lead to grab his own firearm. Diarmuid would be better suited to help move Sparrow. She knew him better, and Keith might yet need to plug into a station access terminal to wipe any security alerts pertaining to them. Still, someone carrying an obviously injured person through the corridors of Pallas would draw attention to them, regardless.

    Tucking the gun into his belt, Keith looked to Dieter. "Violet is rolling out the welcome mat. Time to say oyedeng," he said, motioning to Shepherd.

    Taking a few shorts steps to the door of the hole, Keith pushed the keypad, and it slid open. No armed force was waiting on the other side, and poking his head into the hall confirmed that none were within view. "Milowda clear."
     
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  15. Diarmuid O'Sullivan

    Diarmuid O'Sullivan UN Renegade

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    Diarmuid reluctantly holstered his weapon. If it came to a fight, it was going to be up to Dieter, Keith, and Shepherd until he could get Sparrow into cover. "Ah right Sparrow" he murmured, giving her a reassuring smile before moving to heft her. The girl was even lighter than he'd have thought. Belters just had less mass than Inners. He waited for Keith's all clear before he followed, letting the lanky Belter lead the way, his weapon close to hand.

    He felt like a walking target. It was simple on paper, the five of them just had to make it to the docks. Not many risked looking twice, the men's grim looks suggesting that it might be a good idea to not ask many questions. He'd have almost been looking forward to a scrap if it wasn't for the casualty they had with them. He was sick of running.

    "Far side of the station, how long is that going to be?" his voice was calm but his eyes betrayed his wariness.
     
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  16. Roland Shepherd

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    He watched as the group started to move, running a hand over his buzzed hair with a heavy sigh. It was go with them, or wait for things to get worse. While they gathered the belter girl, Sparrow they called her, and gathered their things; Shepherd moved to grab a prepacked bug out back that he had stashed away inside the small closet at the back of his apartment. There wasn't much inside it, unfortunately. A few rations, ammunition for the side arm he always carried with him, enough script to set him off on a new life if needed. Judging by this crowd, he figured that the script would be the most important thing he could bring with him.

    "Depends on the trams and just how much traffic is running through them. I'd suggest we not take the more populated routes, however. Good way for someone to take notice or stop us." He answered, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

    "You guys actually know where you're going?" He called up to the Belter that was leading the way.
     
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    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith had just started down the corridor when he heard Shepherd's question. Problem was, he did not know if Shepherd was referring to the way to The Albatross, or their destination from Pallas Station.

    Getting to The Alby would be easy enough. Even if Keith could not retrace his steps back to their berth, he had the transponder code saved to his hand terminal. Pinging the ship's location would be no problem. Speaking of...

    Keith withdrew the other hand terminal from a pocket -- the burner that he used to contact Diarmuid -- and dropped it into a public recycler he passed. It was a risk not wiping the drive clean, but it would only be a matter of time before it was melted down and repurposed. They were in too much of a hurry.

    The other possible answer to Shepherd's question depended on Wren. Keith planned to touch base with them when they returned to the ship, but he had no clue where Sparrow would need to go. Of course, Shepherd did not need to know that. "Ya, we're gut," Keith called back over his shoulder when no one else answered.

    He stole a glance at Sparrow when he did so. She looked so frail in Diarmuid's arms, and it caused Keith a new flush of hot anger. Who the hell would do such a thing? Was it the big guy that intercepted Shepherd in the concourse? If Keith had known the precious cargo at the time, he just might have given the man a double-tab to the head instead of a fractured skull.

    With large strides from his long legs, Keith emerged at the main intersection of the level, taking in his surroundings while the others caught up. Nothing seemed alarming. Not yet.
     
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