Kids With Guns

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

"Kark."

The ball flew past her hand, hit the other side of the wall and rolled to a stop by the door. She grumbled and stood up, making her way to the door. Had she been blessed with space magic like her dear brother, Rawnie might have known what was lurking out there, just beyond the door. But Rawnie was normal, mostly human. And Rawnie had to rely on Lady Luck. Thankfully, as it often was with her Mother, Rawnie had inherited some of Lady Lucks love. This moment, The good Lady was smiling on her. She had bend down to pick up the ball just as the... female(?) jumped in swinging a prybar.
That gave her just enough time to think, drop down, and swing her legs out to trip this... thing up.

[member="Mira Albion"] [member="Quill"] [member="Corrin Tal'verda"]

 

[Corrin Tal'verda]

He felt there was something wrong on that ship. His datapad alert had already informed him of such, but this time it was a primal feeling that resonated in his bones. He needed to get on the freighter, now.

Corrin was not as fast as Mira. He was physically lesser than many - the boy was quite smaller than his peers. It was his mother's genes. She was a tiny woman, and it seemed the concordian blood in him only resonated in his darker skin and hair. Although grudging to admit it, he was the physical inferior of this blind girl.


Regardless, he was pleased that she jumped to help. It was a test of sorts. Corrin would have no amoral people in his ship so long as he could help it: one of his father's teachings.

His boots slapped against the wet pavement with each heavy footfall. The rainfall began to strengthen, evolving some a light sprinkling to a steady downpour. He leveled his rifle, coming to a half at the door.

"Rawnie?" He called into the ship, his hood matted to his forehead by the drizzle. Cautiously, Corrin pressed one muddy boot into the entrance of the ship, then another.

It hissed closed behind him ominously.

He cast his gaze about the storage room. Overturned containers lined the chambers. The air was cold and dry, like a desert during the darkest night. He caught sight of the shattered container that had held this creature, as well as a broken meat container.

"Because we don't need food." He complained, dripping wet as he trailed slowly toward the cockpit, Verpine raised to fire.


[member="Quill"]

[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]

[member="Mira Albion"]

 

[Quill]

[member="Corrin Tal'verda"]
[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]
[member="Mira Albion"]

The fish female was, unfortunately, unused to the concept of tripping. Swimming everywhere didn't really lend to being aware of your feet and the place where it contacted ground. Quill felt her scaled, yellow toes suddenly decide to go flying in the air. She had a half-second of confusion before she slammed down on her back, the prybar clattering away.

The next second had her scrabbling to her feet, trying to get away from her new assailant. She didn't even hear the new intruders running noisily into the ship, just trying to get away.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

When the fish-lady dropped, Rawnie blinked. Fish. Amphibious. Rawnie had never seen her like before. Admittedly, Rawnie spent her life in the snowy woods of her village. Not many fish-people to be found there. The bent down as she scrambled away, picking up the fallen prybar her would-be attacker had used. She felt it up and down, weighed it in her hands, This would have hurt. A lot.

"Now this is the time that you tell me who the hell you are," she instructed, still holding the prybar, "Quickly."

[member="Quill"] [member="Corrin Tal'verda"]

 

[Quill]

[member="Rawnie Tal'verda"]
[member="Corrin Tal'verda"]

Quill scrambled over a nearby seat, taking refuge in it and trying to keep the back of the solid chair between herself and Rawnie. She didn't say a thing, instead calculating. Okay. The tiny alien now had her weapon. She didn't remember any female voices with the slavers, but she also wasn't privy to what happened in the cockpit. She just needed to get to the control panel.

She replied to Rawnie with an obscene gesture over the back of the chair.