Rock Me Amadeus

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Max Firestorm"]


"You attacked my ship. What was I supposed to do, invite you in and bake cookies?" Body leaned away from hers as Pirate Girl decided to invade his space. Why she didn't get the hint and just leave was beyond him. Makai decided it was a type of torture employed by this Captain of hers - a way to get under his skin. "You just said yourself there are worse things then death. Not worried about infections."


Tears slowly faded to hiccups as the busty redhead turned his chin towards her, sad smile on her face at the sight of him. The boy, no older than eight, had been tucked into her side as tears flowed freely until her touch brought him back to reality. Outside the quiet of the room there was the busy hustle of the Southern Systems Expo, the galaxy's businessbeings looking to sell their wares and rub elbows. Yet the woman had taken time out for him, sealing them off from the outside world to offer a small comfort.

Fingers on his chin, Makai scooted further away. He wanted to snatch her wrist but figured there would be another punch or knee to the groin.

"I'm fine Pirate Girl. Just leave me alone."

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Makai Dashiell"]

The pirate girl snatched her hand back like it had been burned as an unwanted memory filtered into her mind. It was easy enough to tell the young boy with scales had been Makai. This guy right here.

Being a stubborn arse.

She didn't move from the cot. Arms crossed beneath her chest. "Whelp," she blinked, trying to rid herself of that memory. "My job is to clean you up. If you want to not do that, then fine. You're stuck with me, then. Until you do."

She could probably force him but eh. Might end up banging him up more that way.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Max Firestorm"]


"Hm."


Makai had moved to the foot of the cot. Back settled against the cold durasteel of the rust bucket, his hand and cloth still on the black-and-blue eye. Other arm crossed against his chest, hand tucking underneath his armpit. It was extremely clear he was settling in, preparing to wait out longer than Pirate Girl. Makai has nothing but time to waste. He assumed Pirate Girl had a room on board, duties to carry out before she could enjoy any type of leisure. On the other hand, he was a captive. Nothing for him to do but to wait and observe.

Eyes - well, the one good one he had left - closed, figuring Pirate Girl wasn't going to leave, he could at least make himself more comfortable. Silence stretched between them as Makai let his mind wander, wondering if his father would pay or if he'd round up some buddies and come in guns blazing. Makai figured once the crew got their credits they would kill him either way, making for a guns blazing scenario better in his mind.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

She thought about lunging for him now. Would be pretty easy to slap that bacta patch over his eye. Kriff. She doubted he wanted to end up like her.

Then again, rich kids were crazy.

A hum left her lips as she sat at the other end of the cot, cross legged and facing Makai. Fingers played with the bacta patch in her lap. To her credit, the girl could sing and carry a tune. Perhaps she could’ve even been a professional singer if life had gone a different way.

A lot of ifs there.

“They’ll let you go, y’know. If your dad pays.” If he didn’t pay...well. Max couldn’t promise anything. Her captain wasn’t a killing sort of man. Couldn’t say the same for Frank, though.

“You always out in this deep space alone?”