BELT Legitimate Salvage

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  1. Fahir

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    "No, it can be done tomorrow!" came Fahir’s voice from just outside the galley.

    "Sure thing bossmang!" came Luis' voice, much quieter. Fahir had a habit of micromanaging the crew in their duties. If he had ever acknowledged that he might have connected it to their roster of engineers which rotated more rapidly than Spinal Tap drummers. However, with Luis it worked just fine. The man had been on ships his entire life and liked being told exactly what to do and when.

    Fahir stepped into the galley, offering Iris a nod. There was no obvious embarrassment, but his body language was more stilted than usual. Part of that was the after effects of the drugs that had left him feeling a little hollow. He was glad Iris had given him a heads up on that so he knew its source.

    "They, er, came to collect the hardware but painted the crates before taking them. Left blue paint all over cargo deck two," he explained. It made sense, he supposed. A crate covered in UN serial numbers and warning signs was a little conspicuous.

    He walked for the cuboards to find something vacuum packed and frozen to reheat.

    "Seen Ren around?" he asked.
     
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    "No," Iris answered, placing her bowl to the side.

    She glanced past the door, trying to catch heat signatures through the wall to see the state of the crew and fuss out his plans. It wasn't so easy when not out in the vacuum of space. Everything around her had some degree of warmth.

    "Are we done here then, or doing another night?" It was a loaded question, but there was no wrong answer here. If he wanted to head off, then they'd head off. If he needed her for something, she'd do it. But by the looks of her, if said she was free for next 24 hours, she'd be off to live up the asteroid for all it's fleeting worth.
     
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    A quick glance up and down made him realise where the question was coming from. Fahir wasn't sure if he was shocked or just impressed by her fortitude to be heading straight back out. He hadn't joined her on a bender before, hadn't experienced the after effects first hand.

    "Won't be going for eighteen hours," he confirmed. "Gonna pick up some more cargo to make the run even more profitable."

    He found a packet around some miscellaneous brown that had lost its label. Probably a kibble stew. Fahir shrugged and put mystery meal in the microwave.
     
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  4. Iris

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    She looked at him a little more closely, that response answer enough.

    That sort of stuff was in her job description. Have his back, make sure he gets in and out without any trouble. Well enough for her really. More profit meant they could burn more time on Ganemead(sp?).

    She reached back before her for a leather holster. "With who? Where?" She asked causally, leaning back against the table to hitch up her dress and buckle the holster there.
     
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    "Tomorrow, tomorrow," he said with a dismissive wave. His eyes followed the neon green hem up. He caught himself doing that and looked away quickly. Just because last night had happened it didn't mean that was any less inappropriate.

    "Its just some legitimate cargo from a reputable company," he said. The microwave started to whirr as his mystery meal turned slowly.
     
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    She stopped in her motions, taking in the insinuations of his words. "You needin' any company for that, or..."
     
  7. Fahir

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    "Go enjoy yourself," he offered with a half-hearted smile. There was a brief pang of jealousy that there was a chance she'd end up in someone else's bed before the night was over. He knew full well that is wasn't a healthy thought and pushed it aside. The down was amplifying all the darker emotions now.

    Iris was...who she was. All of them could hit the docks hard when they had shore leave. Time to breathe and be human animals again. She just went harder than the rest of them put together.

    "I'm gonna see where Ren went," he muttered as he took his meal out of the microwave. "She said something about some family business. I think."
     
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  8. Iris

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    Well she wasn't gonna ask twice. She nodded, taking him at his word and dropping her skirt once all was settled against her thigh.

    "Alright. I'll be south side. AWOL chip on, so..." She did a small, farewell salute, hopping down. "Grab me if you need me," she called out, dragging her jacket lazily behind her.

    At least she followed procedure. Ren, however, hadn't.
     
  9. Fahir

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    Their jackets were back. Good, he thought to himself. He liked that jacket. "See you tomorrow," he called after her. Grabbing her, he reflected, had led to some silly decisions with the escape pods.

    A few minutes later he was on the ops deck. His boots were on the console with one ankle draped over the other. By his side was a steaming bowl of kibble stew and a cold bottle of beer. Fahir pulled out of the the larger screens and brought up the camera over the airlock.

    He wound back the time, pausing at each moment of movement. There was Ren, leaving that morning. He didn't see her again. Fahir sucked in a breath through his teeth. He wasn't worried that she had found trouble. He was worried that having found the captain stark-bollock naked in a jettisoned escape pod in a puddle of vomit she had decided that this wasn't the ship for her. He set an alarm on the ship to wake him if there was movement at the airlock. He finished his food and took his beer back to his quarters.
     
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    The only time the alarm sounded was the early hours of the morning, Iris' shaky form dragging her shoes and her coat through the door and dropping them on the other side. There was nothing to it but the usual sloopy return of their security officer. She made it a few more steps before sliding down and laying out in the hall.

    Hooooome.
     
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    A few seconds and he realised why his terminal was beeping. He already knew from the timestamp who it was going to be. Fahir settled back and closed his eyes.

    When he didn't hear the lift or footsteps on the elevator he knew she had stopped somewhere between the airlock and the cabins. With a sigh he pulled himself up out of his bed.

    Finding her laid out in the hall just beyond the airlock, Fahir decided it would just be easier to fetch a pillow and blanket so she wasn't in too much pain the next day. Not the first time he had done so. Hopefully he wouldn't get slapped by her artificial hand trying to ease the pillow under her head this time.
     
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    Her half-lidden gaze snapped open, painfully wide wide her head was lifted for the pillow. She relaxed in an instant, recognizing him and sinking down into it.

    "You look sleepy," she slurred. She reached out and pulled at his cheek, trying to change his expression. The attempt earned a overly please smile and a dull, breathy laugh. The hand fell back down with a heavy thud, her eye lids with it as she gave a shuddering breath.

    Was this what he had looked like last night? Pretty much.
     
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  13. Fahir

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    "I look sleepy, yeah," he whispered as he stepped away. Mental checklist: on her side and not liable to throw up, lying in line with the corridor so other potentially drunk crew members don't fall over her, no one knocking at the airlock who had followed her home. Good.

    She would be woken by the smell of not-bacon cooking. No one could quite get something artificial to smell like real bacon as it cooked, but it was pretty close.

    The coffee machine hissed and groaned as it percolate a brew. Fahir contemplated moving Iris from the corridor as he wondered where Ren might be. He had people to meet but Luis could ask around the docks, see if she'd been seen asking for work.
     
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    There would be no news on Ren, nor any sign she had taken up a job elsewhere. She had fallen off the radar, as she had wanted.

    Iris dragged herself into the dining hall, the blanket over her shoulders and everything left where it had fallen upon her return. A tuff of teal hair stood out from the rest, everything about her the exact mess one would be use to from her. Not a pretty sight. Dare you to tell her.

    She squinted at the kitchen appliances, driven forward by the smell of not-bacon. "Do you have meat?" She groaned, impressed.
     
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  15. Fahir

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    "We have not-meat baconish slices and real coffee," he explained. "And egg-flavoured protein and vitamin...mush." Fahir didn't go out of his way to sell it, but he did get down a second metal canteen from the cupboard. Everything was always strapped down here.

    "You look better than I felt this time yesterday," he said with a wry smile as he started to dish out some food of his own.
     
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    She practically growled at him, easing herself into a seat and cupping her head.

    "I thought we already established that I'm stronger than you." She rubbed circles around her temples, peeling her eyes open as he came to sat down.

    "Have I missed anything?"
     
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    He tilted his head to one side in agreement. Wasn't going to argue on that point. Whether she was doing too much damage to herself was another one, but he wasn't one to lecture. Didn't have the luxury even if he had the inclination; he had enough trouble holding onto crew.

    "Not really. Ren hasn't been back. Little worried that she might have decided to find a new ship after discovering her captain stark-bollocks naked in a jettisoned escape pod. Coffee?"
     
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    "In a minute," she mumbled, waving him off. She was up and about, in part because of the stiff floor and the warm smells. But also because her captain was about to go make deals and even if it was from a reputable source ... it made it hard for her to just close her eyes and role over.

    "The last pay was good, maybe she decided to cash out." She shrugged. Made enough sense to her, no need to strain the brain cells there.

    "Wasn't exactly like she was cut out for the job." She resisted the urge to reach out and take his coffee.
     
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    He saw that look and went to get another mug. It was placed next to pot of brewed coffee for whoever she decided she wanted it.

    "Yes that's quite possible," he replied. It was a shame. She was a good person. It was nice having that around on the ship.

    "Might be worth skipping the coffee for a water if you want to catch up on sleep," he suggested. Two canteens of breakfast were server on the counter.
     
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    "Hmph," was her response. She sat still for a moment, swaying in place as she struggled not to fall over.

    With a grunt she snapped herself from it, standing up and moving towards the food tray. "There's still that deal and cargo to load. How long you holding out till we go?" She wasn't entirely decided on if she was going to move back to bed or stick around and help, but either way something solid in her would help ease some of the pain. She was never good at keeping up at food when on these bends.

    And look, not-bacon!
     
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