BELT Legitimate Salvage

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  1. Fahir

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    Fahir barely held back a grimace. Iris seemed to take the little opening he'd given and barge through it. He'd heard of ships slapped with made up fines and restrictions just for protesting martians pushing them around. Just six months ago belters had started launching rocks and makeshift torpedoes at martian patrols and everything had become incredibly tense.

    Fortunately this martian seemed quite relaxed. There was a fine line between playing off that and insulting them. They weren't known for taking jokes well on the job.

    "Eh, that stick ain't going nowhere," she replied. She turned to face Iris square on and ignoring Iris' second question. Fahir held a breath.

    "You all on to Ceres next?" she asked.

    Fahir let that breath out.
     
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  2. Iris

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    A bit of a gleam entered Iris' eye-- a spark of pleasure to be found at playing these games and winning those odds.

    "Yeah." She unwrapped a lolipop and stuck it between her teeth, relaxing easily against the wall. "Thaaat's where our employeers want their cargo brought, thaaaaat's where we're bringing it. What about you?" She popped the lolipop out with a suck, half waving it about as she spoke.

    "You lot off to help with that Pallas shit? Looks preeeetty bad."
     
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  3. Fahir

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    His eyes pleaded with Iris to stop. Even knowing full well that it was only going to spur her on. Whilst she seemed friendly enough now there just seemed to be no good reason to push their luck. Or maybe, just maybe, acting in a relaxed manner would keep the Martians calm too.

    Fahir didn't love the dusters, but he imagined that belters firing makeshift torpedoes at them had them on edge. Iris' attitude wasn't that of someone struggling with guilt over what they were hiding.

    "We have our orders," the Martian replied, her voice level.
     
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  4. Iris

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    Iris blinked, playing dumb. "You mean... searching us?" She sounded less shocked and more skeptical, her expression clearly holding a comment back.

    "I mean-" she looked down the hall, then leaned in, looking both parts confused and concerned. Her mouth worked. She seemed to consider speaking one moment, then putting the lolipop back in instead. She finally settled for painfully chosen words, her tone curious.

    "But why. If people are dyin-- wouldcha rather--" The suggestion was left hanging heavily in the air. She grimaced and leaned back, holding up her hands amicably. "Right, no, it's okay, you don't have to say it. Orders. I get it." But even as she leaned back and crossed her arms, she seemed almost defeated-- an expression surely never witnessed on her before.

    "Wha?" She echoed self-consciously at Fahir, as if catching his boring gaze for the first time.
     
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  5. Fahir

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    The Martian turned towards Iris and then back to Fahir. There was a quiet click as her external speaker switched off. The soldier turned abruptly and marched deeper into the ship.

    Even though the speaker was off the suit wasn't entirely sound proof.

    They all heard a distinct: "I fucking hate the belt," as the soldier walked away.

    After that Fahir couldn't manage a straight expression as he tried to put a judgemental face on. The corner of his mouth kept betraying him.
     
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  6. Iris

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    Iris continued her blithe expression until the martian cleared then corner. After that Fahir got a sly one-finger salute from Iris as she twirled the loli over her tongue and settling in for a comfortable wait.

    Ren's viscous coughing could be heard all the way down the hall, and one might say it kicked up quite a bit when she was distressed. Iris coughed daintily into her hand, that gleam still in her eyes.
     
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  7. Fahir

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    He rolled his eyes at the gesture. Fahir stepped out into the middle of the corridor and tried to spot the Martians. He despised people crawling around his ship without his permission.

    He couldn't see the Martians but he heard the lift juddering to a halt. He assumed that meant that the inspection was over.

    "Let's hope they didn't find more than a few things to fine us for. And let's not see if there's anything we can wind them up with to earn any more?" he asked. His tone was one of resignation.
     
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  8. Iris

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    "Wha?" Iris echoed again, the dumb expression adopted back in place for the chastising.

    Ren stumbled back in, looking red in the face and flat out unnerved as she returned to the rest of the crew. "They're gone, boss." She wheezed and fanned at herself, which earned an eye roll from Iris.

    "Look, see they're gone, she's fine." Iris pushed off the wall, biting through the lolipop and patting Fahir one on the shoulder. "You're welcome." If that was her sense of keeping them secure, he no doubt was in for a ride in the future.
     
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  9. Fahir

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    The ship shuddered as the martians set them free. The Sandfly was allowed to drift, pushed by a few bursts of air from the martian thrusters as they eased away.

    "Thank you. I'm going to get us on our way and then get to cooking dinner," Fahir said. There was a slight edge to his voice. He always felt a tough of directionless anger after an inspection. They always managed to make him feel small on his own ship.

    "Late, but I'll make something good," he promised. Feet clicked together and he detached himself from the floor and drifted away. Once the engine was going they would be back under half earth gravity again.
     
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  10. Renaya

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    Ren drifted into the dining quarters later that night, her hair pulled back to reveal more of her face than usual. She took in the smells and sight of the captain bustling about for a moment before drifting in closer and drawing attention to herself.

    "Smells nice." She peered curiously at his work. "... What is it?"
     
  11. Fahir

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    Fahir lifted an oil-soaked hand from his work. There was a neat row of wrapped up leaves to his left and a bowl to his right full of rice and colourful vegetables. Bright greens, reds and yellows were not often seen on the ship's menu.

    "I've made dolma, rice and vegetables wrapped in grape leaves. Then some quorn koftas. We'll have that all with some mint yogurt," he explained. "Can't vouch for the koftas yet but the dolmas are just right."

    Fahir smiled, speaking enthusiastically. His father had shown him how to cook and it had once been an important part of routine and life. That seemed like a long time ago to him now.

    "Will be a lot to eat if its just the two of us," he said with a shrug. "Ah, Luis will come as soon as he can smell it."
     
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  12. Renaya

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    "Wow," Ren breathed, looking over it all with a rather befitting bout of wonder. It wasn't often you ever saw fresh food on your tables in the belt. Even moreso to see a whole meal made of it.

    "You need help?" She offered, looking eager enough in the offer. Truth be told she had never had a meal so fine before. Bit hard to fathom as she had come in highly educated, one mighta thought there had been wealth in her childhood. Far from it, in fact.

    She cleaned her hands of the ship grime from work.
     
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  13. Fahir

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    "Sure," he replied. Half a step to the left gave her some room. It wasn't a particularly large kitchen for the galley. Space was at a premium in a ship, even a cargo freighter like the Sandfly.

    "Fold over the bottom, then the sides and then roll them up," he said as he made another. "Only a few more to do."
     
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    Ren moved in silently, comfortable enough with using her hands to get right in there and give it a try. It came out well enough, until the insides busted out and she laughed, unfolding it to try it again.

    "Where'd you learn how to do something like this?" She asked, presenting a much more successful second attempt.
     
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  15. Fahir

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    "I didn't start shipping until I was eighteen," he replied. He barely looked at what his hands were doing, the continued the job they had done many times before.

    A lot of belters worked from a young age. The dream was often to get a family ship that was space worthy and start working the belt together.

    "Dad liked to cook Mediterranean food with whatever we could get."
     
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    "Hmm," she commented, a soft hum. "Sounds nice." She worked quietly for a moment, handing him another before asking carefully, "So. Uh. Are we about to... die or something?" She didn't meet his gaze, instead looking with wary confusion down at the fresh food.

    This was out of the norm, after all. Not even Ren could help being mildly suspicious.
     
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  17. Fahir

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    Fahir rolled his eyes. No one was going to go down without fighting it seemed. He just held back a chuckle as he moved the food to a couple of metal serving trays.

    "Yup, the last meal before I kill you all in your sleep!" he declared. "Or... We made a good profit out of a bad deal and so I made food. Or captain really embarrassed himself and this is a form of apology? Who knows. Just eat."
     
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    Ren's lips pressed together to hide a smile. "Yes, sir." Her amusement shone in her eyes as she grabbed a tray and helped bring it over to the table for him.

    "Guys, dinner's ready," she chirped into the comms, going back and forth to help him get it all out.

    Cassidy filed in, taking a seat besides Ren as the woman settled down. "Look's great."

    "Mhhm," Ren agreed, serving herself before doing something Fahir had certainly never seen before. She took off the mask, tucking it onto her lap and taking an eager drink of water.
     
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    Well, she couldn't always eat through a straw, he told himself. Fahir made a mental note to try and delicately ask about the cause some time. That time not being right now.

    Fahir took a few dolma and spooned a helping of yogurt onto his canteen. Taking one between finger and thumb he scooped up a generous portion of yogurt and took a bite. It tasted like his home life. Even if they hadn't always had access to fresh vegetables to really make medditeranean food, they had made do with what they had.

    "Can't even remember when I had fresh peppers," he reflected.

    Luis arrived. He immediately took his canteen and sat a distance from the rest of them and attacked his meal with gusto. The man was a solitary creature so even staying in the same room seemed a big step.
     
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  20. Iris

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    Iris came in last, music blaring out of earbuds as she plucked them out. She took in the scene in clear shock, giving Ren the most baffled of looks before the food received similar skeptical amusement.

    "Dolmas?" She mused, pleased. She plopped down, turning off the music and serving herself. She constructed hers with the same familiarity as Fahir, dolloping yogurt and shoving it into her mouth with wide eyes that were ever too slightly dilated.

    Ren silently struggled over the construction, watching the others out of the corner of her eyes and gaining a mildly uncomfortable furrow to her brows as Iris moaned around her mouthful.

    "No, no, you're doing it wrong," Iris informed her, gesturing with yogurt covered fingers. "Keep it closed, like this--"
     
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