What's In the Crate?

[Amz]

Three hours out from their last location saw the Inquisitors Revenge drop out of hyperspace near the Interior Region and closing in on Hapes like it was programmed to do.

From where she sat Teyla could hear the booted feet of Riggs down the corridor, likely coming in to check on their progress. “I’ll be ready to open communications with flight control in just a few more minutes.” she answered, able to feel the tickle of his presence when he stood at the entrance of the cockpit. Teyla wasn’t giving him a chance to ask questions, with the hope being that he’d take a hint and scram. Apparently it didn’t register, or Damon didn’t care. Teyla barely gave him a sidelong glance as he slid into the seat next to hers.

A long lapse of silence prevailed between them.

The two were barely speaking, and certainly not in a good place after what had happened a couple weeks before, dousing whatever friendliness Teyla had shown Damon and seeing her actively spending time trying to avoid him. It wasn’t easy, given the limited space on board a ship, but where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Teyla had no shortage of determination.

After several more minutes they finally broke through the atmosphere and communications with flight control gave them the permission needed to land. This latest landing being one she considered to be one of her best yet. It was better than soft - the descent of the Inquisitors Revenge had been flawlessly smooth. Perhaps part of that was because she wasn’t distracted by the constant worry of needing to look over her shoulder the entire time. Teyla had gone out on a limb and found a contract outside of their usual source. Oddly enough, there hadn’t been a single spotting through their entire voyage of the pirate who’d been good at giving them a run for their credits since the very first time she’d met Damon.

There was still time for that to change though.

Before Damon had a chance to mention anything she had her restraints off and was making a b-line for the loading ramp.

There was a contact to meet, a shipment to pick up.

They needed to get to it as quickly as possible and be done.

[member="Eline Djo"] [member="Damon Riggs"] [member="Rocco"]

 

[Damon Riggs]

GO AWAY.

Teyla was screaming at him with her body language to do exactly that. The only problem was they were about to break atmosphere and Riggs needed to strap in. He did what he seemed to be good at doing recently, and that was ignore her. Strapping himself in to the co-pilot seat, Riggs did his part in making sure the landing was smooth. The run ins they seemed to have withy every job made him want to be ready. Though he did think it was odd the barabel was not tailing them on this one.

The silence only broke when Teyla was communicating with the control tower in regards to the landing. When she landed the ship, her best yet, everything was quiet again. Riggs couldn't even let out a sigh before she had her restraints off and left him in her dust. Riggs still got the sigh out.

"This woman is going to drive me insane!"

He enstrapped himself and headed toward the cargo bay himself. Teyla had arranged the job, and he trusted her, but nothing was coming on the ship unless he insepcted it. It was the other people he didn't trust.

Riggs stood behing Teyla, his twin blasters slung on his hips. Strangers would always be met as though they had hostile intentions until proven otherwise. It was not a fair thing, but it kept him alive. Teyla could hopefully appreciate the skepticism, though in her current mood he expected her to add that to the list of injuries. This was going to be a hard job if they couldn't patch things up, and if they couldn't well... Teyla might not be the partner for Riggs. The ship was just that small.

"Just remember, nothing is coming on until I give the okay..."

[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"] | [member="Rocco"] | [member="Eline Djo"]