BELT Legitimate Salvage

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  1. Iris

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    Iris didn't respond, her expression grim. It was clear he was right, they had no other option. If only the galaxy wasn't going to such complete shit, she could do a bit better job at keeping them out of conditions that wouldn't result in one of their squishy heads getting squashd. Or hijacked, in this case.

    "So much for hanging low for a while," she grumbled, releasing his arm. The following look Ren received was nothing sort of deadly. "But if she so much as breathes the wrong way, I'm shooting."

    Ren wheezed in panic.
     
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  2. Fahir

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    Fahir had his face in the screens in front of him. He tapped away as the computer presented options.

    "I haven't locked you out of the system Ren. I know that'll only slow you down if you decide to cause more trouble." Fahir turned his seat to face the technician. She had already lost most of her colour at Iris' threat.

    "Consider that we're heading where you want to go and that if I find you meddling with the ship in any way you won't get the luxury of a bullet. It will be the airlock."

    "Now, we're going to hard burn. Then we're going to flip and do a gentle point five gee deceleration to give us a break, then a two gee braking manoeuvre to intercept Ceres."

    Fahir turned back to his screen. He reached under his desk and pulled out a small plastic case. It contained his gumshield.

    "All hands prepare for a burn."
     
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  3. Renaya

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    Iris grunted, pulling Ren's mask out of her back back loop and tossing it at her. Ren flinched, her fingers shaking as she picked it up and put it back over her face.

    She couldn't believe this was happening. She still couldn't believe she herself had did this, or that she wasn't dead, or that they weren't gonna-- it was all too much. She couldn't think, not past the fact that her brother was endangered right now. Or dead. He needed her.

    She pulled herself off the ground and wordlessly but herself into a crash couch. Fahir's harsh words were deserved and understood. She caused no problems then, not even reaching for the controls to help. The look Iris gave her as she set herself up in the couch besides her made sure of that.

    "Is the cargo secured back there?" Iris asked. What's his face grunted in acknowledgement, the sound of him lowering a sore body into a couch of his own following his words.

    "All set back here."
     
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  4. Fahir

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    "Checking systems...the one Ren's stunt didn't damage," Fahir said as clearly as he could. The pain in his side from the fall down the stairs was now becoming quite exquisite. It was about to get much worse.

    "Burn in ten...here comes the juice..."

    Fahir slotted his gumshield between his teeth, reclining his chair as far as it would go. The cold little pricks of the juice dispensers came, followed almost immediately by the substance working into his veins. It was said the keep you safe from aneurisms during a flight. He had never found out, but Ren's escapade hadn't killed him.

    Better to suffer the side effects than the risk your life. Slowly the engines kicked in. The heavy weight was lowered onto his chest and damaged ribs. Fahir bit down hard, groaning until the pain became a dull ache. All the lights were green, they were picked up speed towards Ceres now.
     
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  5. Iris

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    Iris grit her teeth, settling into the burn. The trip was uneventful, albeit noisy. She had yet to be near Ren during a burn. She had also never seen a belter handle a burn so poorly. How the waif wasn't dead yet was beyond her, but she couldn't help the slight satisfying knowledge that someone so frail wouldn't be on this ship anymore.

    How she even got on in the first place was something she'd be addressing in the future.

    The gravity fell off them, deep breaths of muddy recycled air filling her lungs again. "Right." She pulled herself out of the couch, grabbing onto the consol to keep herself steady.

    "Really wanting that better juice now."

    She jammed at the buttons, pulling up more recent reports from the station for them to see.
     
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  6. Fahir

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    "Ya, na the only one," Fahir replied. Now he had to concentrate on getting the Sandfly docked with Ceres. Despite the hard burn to slow down, they were matching the spin well. Once he had the ship lined up, he had to give one last burst of thrust towards Ceres so that the docking cranes latched onto the vessel as she passed.

    The engines powered down and they were all left in the third earth gravity of Ceres' spin. It had taken Tycho Corp. years to spin the asteroid up fast enough to give it a form of artificial gravity.

    "I'm seeing a whole zone of conflict between some OPA cells and Star Helix around the area," Fahir said. "Was this really a gas leak?"
     
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  7. Iris

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    "Probably not," Iris admitted. Though for once, she was without any questionably obtained, scarily specific answers. She frowned at the screen, ignoring the sound of Ren sliding off the coach and to the ground.

    The girl didn't stop there, taking puffs of her medicine before pulling herself up and moving for the door.

    "You really shouldn't let it roam on its own."

    "I just need my bags," Ren warbled back, almost indignant about it.

    "You really shouldn't let it roam on its own," Iris repeated, speaking as if Ren didn't exist.
     
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  8. Fahir

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    Fahir sighed. "It's a she not an it Iris," he replied, rubbing one temple. "But yes go with her and make sure she doesn't touch any of the ship's consoles."

    He stood from his station, deciding to go and unlock the armory. They were going to need body armour and weapons. Nothing large enough to make them a target though. Better to go unnoticed if possible. Though it was hard for Iris' hair to go unnoticed.

    "What bags do you need Ren?" he asked.
     
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  9. Renaya

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    "Funny, cause you just called it an it..." Iris gave Fahir a frustrated look as his order followed up.

    "Just my things," came Ren's brisk reply, more more cheerful quips or smiling eyes for them. She gasped in protest as Iris lifted her up, the mechanical arm practically hefting her right off her feet and not letting go.

    "I'll be right back, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Iris told him, pushing Ren out towards the door. She paused, considering for a moment before throwing over her shoulder. "On second thought, just sit there, will ya?"

    The ops deck opened up, revealing a disheveled Cassidy leaning against the wall, her expression filled with confusion. "Why'd you do it?"

    Iris kept walking, the conversation lost to Fahir as the doors closed back behind them.
     
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  10. Fahir

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    There had definitely been a joke in that question. Today was not a good day for jokes. Instead of doing much he simply rubbed his bruised ribs and watched the internal feeds. He hoped they were just bruised anyway. There would be time to check later.

    True to her word Ren collected a bag from her room. Fahir hadn't made up his mind yet, but it seemed that she had decided that she would be leaving Ceres on a different ship. Even after all she had done he would have at least let her and her brother hitch a ride to another station.

    Iris kept shoving her along. She still looked furious, which he could sympathise with. Ren had nearly killed them trying to keep them from the engines. Fahir had always thought the two of them balanced each other out a little. How would the dynamics shift if Iris was his maain advisor.

    "I'm going to the armory," he called over the intercom.
     
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  11. Iris

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    A minute later and Iris could be heard sighing back at him, the external doors hissing shut on Ren’s ass as Iris saw through Fahir”s all too lenient punishment. Damn right Iris was mad. Still. She found she couldn’t hold it that much to the waif. It took balls to take a ship like that. Steal the girl had never shown till now.

    Maybe she coulda faired it out okay in this crew after all. Pity the likes of her could never be trusted after a stunt like that again.

    Iris made her way to the armory, clutching her good arm to her. She watched him for a moment, her jaw raised. “Anyone belter worth their salt would have floated her on the spot.”
     
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  12. Fahir

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    "Ya, but then mi thinking...this is Ren. She's not gonna be trying to steal the ship, she's not tryin' a fuck the rest of us. So the only reason she isn't floating right now is because I really believe she got frightened out of her wits by what's going on."

    "Besides," he said as he picked a weapon. He went for a stubby carbine that was fairly easy to conceal. It was automatic and he took an entirely illegal magazine of armour piercing rounds. "Vacuum is a nice way to go. Takes minutes to die but you lose consciousness in twenty seconds or so."
     
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  13. Iris

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    Iris snorted but let him keep his attempt to sound indifferent. His reaction to Ren’s betrayal was nothing short of compassionate, and in some ways she couldn’t fault him for that. He was human after all, she reminded herself of that as she watched her mechanical arm ammo into a pistol.

    Soft. Flawed. Humans.

    She tucked her gun into her waist line, turning back to him. “Right. I say we get the good delivered and leave at first light. I know you wanted to give everyone breathing room here but this place is a mess waiting to happen. Best we move on.” She told him, brushing by him to locate the others.
     
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  14. Fahir

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    "Quite agree," he replied. He pulled his jacket over his holster and smoothed it out. It seemed to cover the outline of the stubby carbine well enough. Normally there would have been tighter inspections at the docks when the UN marines had a complement there. Things had become chaotic.

    "Vesta or Pallas or wherever there are the least Martians."

    Without any more time wasted he led them back up to the airlock. They had one contact to see to get the cargo unloaded and then another to try and find something to carry onwards.

    Just beyond the docks, Ren was still scurrying back and forth between between people. They were trying to ignore her as she tried to stop them to ask questions.

    "Shit."
     
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    Iris stopped just long enough to unwrap a lollipop and plunk it in her mouth, watching the scene unfold before them besides him. The girl’s belongings overloaded her arms. Iris had never seen Iris up and moving so soon after a hard burn, but she could guess by the mucusy rattling that came from the girl’s chest there was a reason for it. Ren was practically a leper. She grabbed a man’s arm as he passed, insisting that he just acknowledge her for a moment, but he shoved her off, causing her to lose a bag.

    Iris gave a heavy sigh, shaking her head. “Not our problem anymore. Come on.” She shoved onward, her gaze skipping over Ren with that same detached interest, as if she wasn’t even worth a glance.

    And that kinda thing Ren could stomach from all the rest. They were Belters with lungs they could barely fill and problems of their own. But coming from the woman as she walked on by her? Ren froze up, her breath catching in a tight hitch.

    Ren didn’t look up either, too prideful to show the moisture biting at her tear ducks as she scattered for her things.
     
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  16. Fahir

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    "Why didn't you just wait?" he muttered to himself. Even as he turned away, he offered Ren a subtle nod. He felt a deep pang of regret as he turned away. He couldn't go back on what he had said. Ren had crossed a line. She shot past the line, shattering it on her way past.

    It felt as if he had failed. Fahir was all too used to failure, but some part of him had felt that maybe he could build a real crew. Ren had been an odd one and out of place but she had also been skilled. And she had been kind, which his ship had always lacked.

    Catching up to Iris, he paused as he bumped into a young belter. Something changed hands and a few words were muttered. The young man continued on his way. Fahir hoped he wouldn't take the credits and run off. It wasn't much of an ask to go and help Ren carry her things.

    Fahir caught up to walk alongside Iris. "Contact of mine wants to meet up about the payload. Says he's in the restricted area but that safe-ish. Sent me the ways thag avoid check points."

    The same zone where Rens brother was supposedly in trouble. Could have gone together if she hadn't tried to steal his ship.
     
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    Iris’ brisk pace faltered, then slowed to a halt. Her eyes moved erratically through the air, processing information unseen to Fahir. Her hand reached out and snatched up Fahir, keeping him locked in place. Her lips slowly parted, her eyes widening.

    “My god,” she breathed, an explicative never heard from her lips before. Around them people buzzed with unusual life and excitement. News had reached them before it had reached Iris. Something unbelievable had happened. Something incredible.

    Iris blinked back into the present, but remained struck into silence.

    How could she explain this? What could she even say.
     
  18. Fahir

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    Fahir had been struck hard by the reminders that he did not always make the right judgement calls over the last few weeks. Ren finding them in the escape pod was probably the most harsh. When Iris had gripped his arm he had been lost in thought about his most recent decisions.

    Just when some part of him had started to think he could make a real go of building a crew around his leadership it had all come crashing down. He saw that Iris spoke the truth and he felt wounded by Ren's treatment of his trust and his ship. Yet he also felt he should have done more for the girl acting out of fear for her own family. Turning up at Iris' door the previous night now barely even featured on his list of decisions to review.

    "What?" he asked at the strength of Iris' grip. Drawn from his thoughts he noticed the atmosphere around them. "Shit, they haven't gone to war have they?" he asked. He was never going to guess the truth.
     
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    Iris looked pale— no, she looked genuinely shaken. The blood had drained from her usual facade and an edge of wild fear creeped through her eyes.

    She swallowed hard and shook her head, wiping her face clean. “Um.” She cleared her throat, relaxing her hand from his arm and looking self-consciously around. She found what she needed in an instant. She stormed to a terminal and quickly updated her own tablet’s database. She flicked the screen, sending up a hologram of the new ring. A broadcaster did the explaining for her.

    “Scientists have called this an international incident. Thousands of new worlds lay beyond what is now bing called The Ring-...” It went on and on, the broadcast shaking ever so slightly under Iris’ tremor.
     
  20. Fahir

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    Fahir narrowed his eyes. Nothing seemed to be sinking in. He did what most people of the time did when presented with information too difficult to believe: he check on his own hand terminal.

    Another image on the pane of glass cradled in his hand. The great shimmering circle picked up on great telescopes. There had been rumours of a fleet chasing an object out of the system. Rumours that it had been Eros. The asteroid had somehow been driven off course and charged towards earth several months back.

    "It's...big..." he stammered. "Could fit a whole moon through it...beyond the orbit of Uranus..."

    Sonehow rolling off basic facts and figures made what he was looking at seem more real. This wasn't real. This was science fiction. This was...

    "Alien."
     

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