BELT Legitimate Salvage

Discussion in 'Private Roleplay' started by Fahir, Mar 25, 2019.

  1. Fahir

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    "If you'd like," Fahir replied with a nonchalant wave. "I'll be in my cabin," he added, sweeping up the bottle of ouzo from the table.

    This was a more familiar Fahir. Drinking silently in his own cabin and turning up late to the ops deck to start his next shift. He had a suspicion that if he drank too much he was going to do something remarkably stupid.

    Even in the unlikely event that she didn't just tell him to fuck off, turning up at Iris' cabin with a half empty bottle was going to end up going badly.
     
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  2. Iris

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    The crew watched him walk out in the same manner they had ever seen of him.

    Luis saw himself out soon after. Iris sat back and watched as tech and engineer teamed up to clear the room of the signs of dinner. Everything slipped back to the pattern they knew. The pattern they stuck to.

    Iris wordlessly stood up, grabbing the left over alcohol in Ren's unconsumed cup and using it to wash back a pill plucked from her pocket. She shoved the dish into the girl's arms and slipped out for her cabin herself.

    A dinner didn't change anything, but it did make for a pleasantly full stomach.
     
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    Don't do it, he stressed to himself. Yet it was already too late. The halfway mark of the bottle had been a mental demarcation and the moment he had crossed it he had returned to thinking that maybe this wasn't an awful idea.

    Even as he raised a curled fist a part of him hoped that she might have passed out enough that she wouldn't even open the door.

    He rapped on her door twice. Fahir hadn't even bothered to go and fetch glasses. Standing outside Iris' door he held nothing but the bottle and some reservations that were being completely ignored.
     
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    Through the thick metal and air seal on her door, a dull thump of music could be heard. Or perhaps that was her just falling out of bed. It did take a long moment for the door to swish open. When it did, a swirl of neon lights poured out, accompanied by overwhelmingly loud ... orchestra music.

    Iris leaned against the door frame with one hand, a large baggy shirt falling off her shoulders and barely covering the tips of her thighs. She stared at Fahir for an uncomprehending moment, the blacks of her pupils swallowing her once blue eyes.

    "... You bring anything good?"
     
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    Fahir had expected that beat to be the undertone of some driving electronic dance music. He decided to mentally push past that and save the query for another time.

    He cast an almost apologetic glance down at the bottle. Holding it by the neck he gave the clear spirits an audible swirl around the inside of the bottle.
     
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    Iris eyed the bottle, then snorted. "Hate spirits." She pushed off the door, arm dropping to let him in regardless. The room was bare of any knickknacks, the only clutter coming dehydrated food packets and laundry tossed without care over what furniture had come bolted down to the place. Her screen was on, showing scrolling video of ... Earth and series of its beautiful landmarks. Waterfalls. Oceans. A valley of flowers. They scrolled by cinematicly a hot pick dildo left forgotten on the ledge under the screen. Really, about what you'd expect from someone stuck out in the depths of dark space.

    She pushed at the control panel, closing the door behind him and leaning against it as she observed him observe her place. Another first, really...

    "Got a thing against being alone lately?" she assessed.
     
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  7. Fahir

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    His intention had been to push past the music, but he couldn't hell but let his gaze linger on the slow transitions between images of earth. Fahir had only known the belt. He didn't know - and never would know - what it was like to walk through a forest.

    He turned back torwards Iris, looking down at the bottle with an apologetic shrug before taking a swig.

    "Something to remember," he murmured. He used the back of the hand holding the neck of the bottle to wipe his mouth.

    "I wouldn't say it was a 'thing' but thought I could...not..." Wasn't the best explanation, he admitted as he heard his own words.

    "Is that where you live?" he asked, pointing towards the screen.
     
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    Iris looked to the screen, watching it scroll by with a dead expression.

    "... some would take that kinda question as an insult." She clearly hadn't though, pushing off the door and taking slightly woobly steps to her tablet. She flopped onto the edge of her bed, turning down the deafening music to a more tolerable background hum. She tossed it to the side, reaching with one hand to pull a sock back up the slim length of her ankle while she held her other out for a turn at the bottle.
     
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    "Lived...I meant," he corrected as he passed over the bottle. Fahir didn't know enough of earth's landmarks to know that it was a pretty slideshow and not photos of home.

    The music fading seemed to draw everything else into sharp contrast. He was actually in Iris' cabin. Fahir had mostly imagine it was a place that he wouldn't go. Not until she hopped off the ship and it needed cleaning out for the next crew member passing through.

    Not even the voice that had questioned the decision dared to speak now. Logic was left behind. The desire burning I'm his chest had led him here, not reason. The ouzo wasn't something she liked, but apparently the offering would do.
     
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    She gave a heavy sigh, chugging back a swig and outwardly grimacing at the burn it left down her body. She whipped at her face, expression still contorted, such vices really not her thing.

    "Yeah," she said, a touch bluntly. "I use to live there. You tell anyone that and I'll cut your balls off and dehydrate them into your morning cereal. The bottle was thumped back into his chest, unwanted by her.
     
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    Tadgh grimaced as he placed a hand around the bottle again. It had been placed hard enough that he'd nearly stumble. Though that might have just been the rest of the ouzo at work.

    He hadn't meant to expose secrets. Message was clear enough not to continue the topic of conversation.

    "Sorry," he replied, bringing the bottle up to his own lips again. "Won't tell," he said as he found a surface to leave the bottle on. Fahir wouldn't tell. There were plenty of crew, past and present, with stories that had stayed within these walls.

    He was still on his feet and would have felt quite out of place had he been sober enough. Instead he looked down at her, letting his dark gaze linger before he reached out to take her hand. All he gave was a gentle tug to urge her back to her feet.
     
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    That earned him an eye roll, but she was brought to her feet regardless.

    His heavy gaze was met unflinchingly by her own. He knew what he was doing here. She knew what he was doing here. Neither shied back, but in the small bit of tension vibrating between their chests, she didn't step forward either.

    "Captains shouldn't apologize," she chastised, voice still firm... but quieter, the lack of noises in the room leaving her feeling on edge.
     
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    "Uh huh," he replied. In his view the captain's that never apologised for their mistakes very rarely learned from them. That he didn't apologise didn't stop him from failing to learn from his own over and over.

    With two fingers he captured a long strand of vibrant hair. He let it run all the way through his fingers until it fell back across her shoulder. This was, at least, one mistake he wasn't likely to apologise for.

    There was no indecision in his eyes as he drew her form closer. His breath was hot and heavy carrying the alcohol of the spirits as he leaned in to kiss her.
     
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    His lips found her own. They moved against his, slow and languid as the contact built and her palms slide up his sides. She kept her balance on him, his weight even in half g enough to send her careening backwards.

    "Shouldn't be kissing your crew either," she teased, gasping softly for air against his lips as she pulled out of the depths of the kiss. Shouldn't do a lot of things, yet Iris wasn't one for letting rules hold her back. She renegade him, a touch of sudden heat to the once drawling motions.
     
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    It was, he reflected briefly, a bit late for that warning. Couldn't show her favouritism now; that would break the crew. He only replied with a brief cant of his head when their lips broke. The breath that followed had to struggle to escape and a shudder ran down his spine.

    Fahir barely had time to take a grip of her shirt before she kissed him back with a new fervour. He could remember her artificial arm tearing his shirt with ease. He was in no rush to yank at clothing now. He released her shirt, palms of his hands tracing the curve of her waist. He leaned into her, a half-step between them bringing her calves to the edge of the bed.
     
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    She let herself fall back into the soft embrace of the bed, taking him with her and...




    Ugh... why was Ren flying this thing faster... She opened her eyes the morning to the drag of an extra G on her chest. Any more and that purple dildo over there was about to become a makeshift bludgeon. "What the hell..." She complained, going up on her elbows and tapping at the controls to bring a soft glow to the room.

    She rubbed at her face and dragged over her terminal, giving it a clumsy tap to life as she fell back into the pillows.
     
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  17. Fahir

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    "Fuck...shit..." Fahir groaned. His eyes felt sore and his body hadn't been in a comfortable position for a serious burn.

    He started inching towards the intercom on the wall before the klaxon sounded for manoeuvres. That was a bad sign. Every room and corridor had a railing that could be used to get around the ship without mag-boots in zero-g or as a hold during manoeuvres if there wasn't time to strap in.

    He reached out for the railing, fingertips brushing cold metal before it was pulled away from him. Fahir went rolling out of bed, tumbling across the floor and struck the far bulkhead. He looked up at the ceiling, hoping that was the worst of it.

    "Intercom!" he shouted out. A green light appeared next to the speaker mounted on the wall. "Ren!? What in the actual fuck?"
     
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    Silence came from Ren.

    Iris fared better, her artificial arm grabbing a hold of her bed post and locking tight. Her tablet? Not so much. It went flying off her body, smashing next to Fahir. Iris cursed, her nude body dangling, not following suit.

    "Fuck- Ren! We have projectiles in here!"

    "Captain?" Came whats her faces voice over the comms, carrying just as much distress as the others. "What's going on?"
     
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  19. Fahir

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    "I don't know!" he cried back. The ship stabilised. They were still running somewhere above earth standard gravity. That made it painful and slow for the belter to get back on his feet. He took slow breaths as his heart raced to get blood around his system. His physiology wasn't adapted for this, but he had to get moving.

    "Going for the ops deck," he told Iris through gritted teeth. He could override the engines from his terminal but he didn't know if the ship was being moved out of the path of flying debris or worse.

    A few moments later and he pulled himself out of the room. He had pants and mag-boots on and that was all. Cassidy was in the corridor, trying to reach the lift.

    "That's not your room?"

    Fahir didn't even answer. Iris had been born in full gravity. There was a good chance she would beat him to the elevator at the end of the corridor.
     
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    This was true. Iris came quickly out after him, a long tee catching on the edges of the pants not even zipped up. She ran, not bothering to hide the ease of it. They already knew she came from somewhere with history. She jammed onto the lift and flat out left them there, zipping up to the level of the control room. She stepped out, leaving the lift to zoom back down to the others as she went for the door.

    They'd come up to find her cursing and kicking at it.

    "She overrode it. What the hell is she doing overriding the controls on us for? You got something to tell on her?"
     
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