Look Down

[Sabetha Tag]

"If ya don't want to see it, slap your attention back on the panel," she said with a smirk. "If ya DO wanna see it, well, consider dis a rain check." A wink right before Hira turned back to what she was doing.

Honestly, in that moment Sabetha was mostly focused on changing, rather than harassing Hira. Didn't know when more pirates might come around that corner and find her with her arse hanging out in the air. Literally. Sabetha flirted like she breathed, however, so turning it off just because it was bad timing was unlikely.

With pants back on, she relieved a second body of extra socks and plopped down to the ground. Two pairs should take care of the boots being a little big.

"I'd put money on that bein' the Warden," she said, grunting as she pull on one boot. "Met him. Once." She grimaced.

"He was.... unappreciative of me killing three of his men. Which was fair really. But all he did was work me over at the time. Coulda been worse. That said, man gets paid a lot to sit on this rock and treat us like animals, so that's about where the brownie points end."

She stood up, shaking out the clothes. Even the smallest of them had been a bit bigger than her, but that didn't matter much right now. Fashion was not a concern.

"Let's go."

[member="Hira Mitsae"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"]

"Jury's still out dere, Sabby-Two, ain't da goods da interest me most."

Never had.

If all Hira cared about was a shapely body, there were easier ways of getting a hold of that, no? Pay someone, maybe set-up something robotic, chit like that was easy to get in an universe like theirs, where pleasure was bought and paid for. There were more important things. Compatibility- being able to kick ass an' take names together, while enjoying it, no? Someone who knew how to have fun beyond that too.

Who didn't queen an' moan too much preferably.

Oh, yeah, Hira had qualifiers.

"Eh, job's a job, gotta earn da dough somehow, no?" A shrug as she pushed herself off the terminal and stepped into the walk with her. "Gonna kill 'im anyway tho. These people gotta learn that there is a consequence for tryin'a take mah freedom."

Nothing personal.

Just a matter of reputation and business. They passed a set of doors, beyond them? Raging battle. Through the grimy viewports they could just about manage to see the pirates bashing themselves against a wall of security guards. These ones were heavily armed, probably trying to keep the path towards the private bay and the security facility secure. They wouldn't be able to make that happen though.

Too many of 'em.

"Sucks to be 'em." Hira mumbled as they got to the elevator. "We ride an' blow it, so they can't just waltz up behind us."

 

[Sabetha Tag]

"Mmm well, whatcha see is what ya get. Simple lady over here."

Either someone was interested or they weren't. Sabetha wasn't the sort to show off or change to suit what someone else was looking for. Could she ask what Hira weighed? Absolutely. But either she had it or she didn't. Sabetha herself appreciated a wide range of appearances and traits. Sure, a lot of traits weren't good for anything beyond a casual romp in the hay. The redhead didn't have one box that was labeled 'interest'. There were a whole lot of boxes with varying degrees of depth.

Sabetha shrugged in response to the thing about the warden. She honestly didn't care if he lived or died. 'Not being worse' didn't qualify someone for 'worthwhile life' in her book. Had to be a lot better than 'could be worse' for that sort of consideration. She also had no burning hatred for the guy. Which surprised her a little. Could have been very easy to feel that way- the way Hira felt. Maybe she'd been in for too long, but when she thought about revenge for her time here she just got..... tired.

Had to be other things to spend that energy on.

Right now, getting out was all she cared about. Everything else was background noise.

Very attractive background noise in one case, but still.

"Suits. Either I'm getting out of here today or I'm going down with a gun in my hands and a smile on my face."

It was partly a joke, but partly too real. There was no way Sabetha was going back into that box. Keeping an eye out over her shoulder while they waited, the pair stepped into the lift a minute later and she relaxed her shoulders slightly and slumped against the wall.

"Warden's got a mean right hook. Dunno how much of a real scrapper he is. But he's methodical, ya dig? There's no way he's there by himself. But with the number a' folks dying down stairs, I don't imagine it'll be a lot."

[member="Hira Mitsae"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"]

Hira didn't feel hate.

Not here anyway.

Jus' business an' that was that. When you walk into a prison, you smash the face in of the biggest sentient in the room (bonus points if they are a Wookiee) and then hope you survive the fight. Cus if ya do? Nobody's gonna mess with ya from her experience.

"Ain't nuthing simple about ya, Tag, is all the truth I know." Which was a good thing. If Sabetha was just some transparent one, Hira would have used her and then dropped her, most likely. But she was interesting and dynamic and Hira was interested to see what she would do. See if she was worth the rest of her time. It could still fall either which way, of course, but she was intrigued nonetheless and that wasn't an easy thing to accomplish.

To get to the point where Hira switched from 'Oh, useful' to 'Oh'.

And it took more than pretty arse to get there. Even if that arse was very pretty.

"Want me to do ya in, if ya end up being taken?" She asked absently while they stepped in and watched the numbers change in front of them. They went up and up. The numbers shifting one by one, giving them a hint of their progression. "Can guess ya dun' wanna get stuck in da pretty box again for dat long."

Just seemed a pragmatic question to ask.

 

[Sabetha Tag]

"Jury's still out on if ya wanna look at my arse, but you're offering to off me." Sabetha laughed, shaking her head. "You, lady, have got karked up priorities, ya know that? I'll pass, but I appreciate the offer," she kept chuckling.

Her eyes were focused on the numbers. The prison had been built into the asteroid. That top level was above the surface and Sabetha wasn't sure entirely what to expect.

"Well slap me," she breathed as the walls of the lift suddenly went from opaque to transparent and they were greeted to a view of the asteroid-scape. It wasn't much, in truth. Grey and pockmarked, the lift traveled up through a transparisteel tube up to that private landing platform. But it wasn't the asteroid that took Sabetha's breath away. It was the sky.

With almost no atmosphere of it's own, the sky was such a deep blue it was just one shade off of black. Deep and inky, the stars scattered across the view like a child's toys forgotten in the call to dinner. They glimmered, cold and distant, but beckoning.

Two years since she'd seen the stars.

Sabetha's head tipped forward slightly, forehead resting against the transparisteel. But she didn't close her eyes.

"Wonder how long it woulda had to have been," she murmured, to herself rather than Hira, "For them to have taken that memory away from me."

She breathed in deeply and stepped back right as the lift dinged softly. A gun in each hand, she nodded to Hira.

The pair stepped out of the lift doors, guns raised and fire opened at any target that moved.

[member="Hira Mitsae"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"]

"What can I say... I am a practical sort." Ding, ding, ding. The levels narrowed down and it was at the last one, in between, that Hira smirked. "Sides, jury ain't out on if I wanna look at it, jus' if I wanna hit dat or nah."

SMIRK.

Ding.

Hissssssssss.

The doors opened up and outcame two furious women. Instead of jumping in immediately with the sword, she used the blaster. It quickly became clear that Hira was far better with a sword than she was with a gun. Oh, she hit more than she missed, but with the sword? She had been a piece of art in motion. The movements fluid, like a river of lava destroying everything in its wake by sheer proximity of glide.

This?

More methodical.

Point. Aim. Fire.

Repeat.

There was no art to it, just the grim satisfaction of a job well-done. The warden cried under her boot, offered them anything, everything. Hira shot him in the shoulder and then passed Sabetha. "He's all ya's, luv. Ain't me stuck 'ere for two years, no?" Oh, it would have been satisfying, but the shoulder shot would have to do.

 

[Sabetha Tag]

The attack was swift, furious, and without pity. With the small size of the landing pad and the speed the two women moved, it was more like shooting fish in a barrel than a proper fight. Which was honestly just fine with Sabetha. After so long, she knew she didn't have the stamina or the energy for a prolonged encounter. She could already feel the fatigue in her limbs and an ache in her head. She'd adjust again, she knew, but she'd need time and work to get it all back.

The redhead gazed down at the warden. Blubbering. Begging. Not a proud man. Smart. There were times for pride and then there were times for saving your own skin. This was the later for certain. With four other bodies, rapidly cooling around them on the tarmac, it was already clear that there was no contest here.

She considered- not for long, it all took only a pair of heartbeats. There was no hatred on her face, no anger. Honestly it hadn't been personal and she was surprised to find that it still wasn't even for her. It would have been very easy to walk away. To leave him there. Probably to die, with the pirates swarming the asteroid. Didn't have to be the blood on her hands. She'd already killed almost as many people here today as she had in her entire life before this. Didn't have to be one more if she didn't want it to be. She had a choice. Did it matter?

Sabetha snorted.

"Get karked."

And put a round in his head.

The sound of the lift brought her attention up, past Hira. "We gotta move now."

The two started sprinting for the small ship just as the lift dinged.

[member="Hira Mitsae"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"]

Hira had waited at the outskirts of Sabetha's struggle and kept an eye on it.

If she had decided to spare the Warden, she would have killed him herself. Simply because leaving him alive would have been a liability. He knew their faces, could have access to their records, this wasn't someone that you wanted to keep alive. Even if the station was being overrun by pirates. From experience Hira knew that unless you saw someone being executed right in front of you (or even better pulling the trigger yourself), there was always the chance it would come back and bite ya in the arse.

No thank ya.

"Clean done, am proud, Sab." Then the lift started moving behind them. First down again, but it would only be a few seconds before it would go back up again. "Feth, knew I should'a rigged it to blow." But then the battle in front of them had taken all her attention.

Damn it all to hell.

They ran and scrambled onto the snubfighter before them. It was a smol thing, two-seater, but Hira flopped on one of the seats either way. "Gar, dis gonna be tight."

 

[Sabetha Tag]

Proud. That was a weird thing to feel in this situation wasn't it. Sabetha wasn't feeling much of anything about it. She wasn't numb, it just simply.... didn't register. Maybe later she'd mull it over. Find regret or absolution. Or maybe she'd crossed a line where that sort of thing didn't matter any more. She didn't know yet.

She didn't care.

There wasn't time to figure out who would fly and who would sit queen- Hira slammed her rear end into the pilot's seat and Sabetha squeezed into the gunner position right behind. The modified Preybird fighter was made for two, but only just- the warden must have added in some after market mods because there was way less leg room than she'd been expecting and Sabetha wasn't tall.

The pirates boiled out onto the tarmac just as the canopy closed over them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the only living people and one of the only things were stealing were in the same spot. Sabetha grimaced as they started to swarm- she could see someone wielding an industrial fusion cutter they must have jacked from down stairs. That would make short work of the ship's seal.

"Any time would be good Hira!"

[member="Hira Mitsae"]