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Kiran

"I am far too pretty for this..."

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a character in “Sanguine Caifu”, as played by Sarasham

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This barely-cohesive bunch of near-strangers are the crew of the Qi. Under the orders of Captain Ju everyone...pretty much just does what they want, honestly.

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  • Username: Sarasham
  • Name: Kiran Mu
  • Age: 22
  • Occupation: Ex-Companion
  • Equipment: The clothes on his back and a thrown-together bag of other expensive and fashionable clothes. Oh, and his gun, a lavishly decorated .38 special revolver with wood grips.
  • Purpose of Voyage: "To suffer for grievous sins committed in a past life Apparently."

So begins...

Kiran's Story

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Juuuuuuu...” Kiran moaned, lifting his far-too-heavy head up to lazily scan the dining hall with squinting eyes. The lights were too bright. Those were lights, right? Maybe. He didn't care. He glanced down tot he table he'd been resting his head on. Just briefly of course. He was far too distraught to sleep, and he'd told Ju Min this many times. The last time being when she'd callously tossed this pile of sludge at him, claiming it was food and that he should eat it. He'd rather bo back to eating cardboard. Ju called it "gnawing", as if a Companion would be so unrefined.

Feh. What would she know...” He stood up, noticing that he still hadn't changed out of his loose white dress shirt and the simple black pants he'd worn two days ago when he'd invited himself on to the ship. He couldn't remember when the shirt had become open. As he tried to close it he noticed that the buttons had been ripped off. Right...In his grief he'd torn the shirt open. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Fine. It wasn't like his chest wasn't gorgeously sculpted anyways. Besides, the shirt gave him an air of elegance that he enjoyed.

Where did she go?” He grumbled, looking over the ship. It was quiet, blessedly. His head was still pounding. Maybe drowning his sorrow in whiskey wasn't wise. No, what kind of crazy talk was that? Ju Min was getting to him. He stumbled forwards, making his way to the main area of the Qi. He didn't want to go outside, not with his hair messed like this. It never looked bad mid you, but he preferred to look put-together when he met people. The tousled, unkempt look was always best for...later.
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...You...are not Ju Min...” A slurred voice came from behind Corvin. Kiran was leaned up against the doorway of the bunks. He scratched his head lazily, blinking slowly at the strange man. This wasn't anybody he recognized, right? No, no he was quite certain this guy was not anyone he knew. He'd felt the light come on. The stabbing pain in his head also told him that there were people walking and talking. He was pretty sure he could hear Ju Min's voice too.

He blinked slowly, not enjoying the sensation of keeping his eyes open. So...Stranger in the ship, in the bunks. Ju Min was here, which meant that she'd probably invited this person in. He thought for a moment, the gears nearly visibly turning in his head. “Are you...the new crew?” He vaguely recalled Ju Min mentioning getting a new crew. She'd run the ship fine on her own as far as he knew. Not that he recalled much of the voyage, wailing in misery took a lot of time. It was critical that Ju Min understand the depth of his pain. He blinked again, wanting more than anything to keep his eyes closed against this damnable light.

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Corvin turned his head to look at the man standing in the doorway. "Slurred speech, sensitivity to light --," he suddenly smacked his hands together and gauged the other man's reaction. "-- and sound. Looks like a hangover. When I come up with a cure for that I'll let you know. I'm Corvin, the new medic."

He reflexively pulled what was left of his cigarette from his lips and flicked it to the left, where his open window would be if he was in his bedroom back home. The cigarette butt smacked into the wall and fell behind his bed. 'Damnit,' he thought to himself as he rolled to the side and retrieved it.

Corvin's attention returned to the man in the doorway. For a moment he wondered on what the guy's job was. He didn't look like much of a fighter, certainly wasn't a hired gun. All the other major positions seemed to be accounted for. Probably just a passenger, he decided. Most likely had been around for quite some time; seemed rather at home. A drifter going no place in particular more likely than not. He also seemed a bit ... off.

"So how about that port-side bay?" he asked casually. "The captain just got finished telling us about whats in there. Wild stuff, eh?" He figured it as fine an opportunity as any to go fishing.

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Kiran visibly flinched when Corvin clapped his hands, clamping his hands over his ears.

Why would you do that?” He demanded, his head pounding even more now. “Don't you have to follow the...hypercritical oath or something? Do no harm?” This man was cruel and Kiran made a mental note to avoid him. Even if he was the medic.

I'm not hungover, I'm drunk. I've been drowning my sorrows.” He grumbled and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes still barely open. Why did Ju Min have to go and turn all the lights on? It was very wasteful. “Ju Min is a life ruiner, y'see. She'll destroy your life. Her and her damn...Space Spiders...” He rubbed his face with one hand. He didn't even know it was possible for his body to hurt this much.

I'm too pretty for this shit...

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Of course… Ju Min would choose a medic who fucking kills people. I don’t know why I expected anything different.” Kiran rubbed his temples, trying in vain to relieve this blasted headache.

My name is Kiran Mu. Former Companion. I’m on this ship until Ju Min finds a way to pay me back for losing me my job when her ex-boyfriend tried to sell her out to the Alliance.” Kiran shook his head. He was getting used to the light, which was helpful, but he was going to need to find those painkillers and soon.

And…to be honest, once you’ve been in the middle of a firefight on a ship pulling out of atmo trying to kick the last remnants of the crew out the airlock before they bring you down to your inevitable arrest…” His voice trailed off, a flicker of a wicked grin dancing across his face. “A safe life on a rock floating through the Verse just doesn’t cut it anymore...” He chuckled, then flinched as a jolt of pain shot through his head. “Jesus! You happen to have any painkillers on you?” He would expect a Medic to have at least something on him.

It wasn't until he heard the swearing from the mess hall that he even realized someone had walked by him. He leaned out of the door way and saw a petite girl nursing what looked like a burnt hand. Despite his own headache he could not ignore such a situation. He had a job to do.

You shouldn't leave that.” His voice was suddenly deeper and smooth. He turned on the faucet and had a cool rag on the girl's hand before he could even think on his own pain. He was, at the very least, good at his job. Former job. Details. He fixed her with a soft smile. “You should take care of yourself.” He softly kissed her hand before letting it go, leaving the dishcloth on it to cool the burn.

Kiran Mu, at your service.
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"Nice to meet you," Zasha replied, her accent thicker as it always was when she was uncomfortable. She tied the dishrag on and turned back to the stove, thankful she'd seen too much during her time in the Black to blush but still very unsettled. Kiran was far too pretty than a man should have a right to be, so she'd have to keep her guard up around him. He seemed like a man who knew how to use his looks to get what he wanted, although that might just be her own prejudice talking, but a man who flirted like that could only make her life more difficult.

"I'm Zasha Vendiktov, the engineer. The Captain just hired me on with the rest of the crew. What's your job aboard?" Civil but dismissive was probably the best tack to take, she thought as she studiously avoided looking at him while she cooked. Her accent was still thick, nothing to be done there, but at least English was still coming out of her mouth. With any luck, she wouldn't have to share a room with a man who flirted like he breathed, and whom she would feel awkward around until his pretty face was just another bit of the scenery, like all the others on the ship. At the Alliance Operative wasn't this pretty, that would be too many reasons to be wary of that man.

The burned skin pulled as she moved a pan over and she swore again, unable to help it. She didn't have any medicine for it, and was uncomfortable asking the new medic, so suffering it would have to be. But she was Russian, suffering with a straight face was one of the things she did well, and she could still do her job. Taking the "beef" out of the marinade, she looked at it critically. It looked marginally more edible, so she poured it into a hot pan, added a few more spices, and stirred the sauce which simmered in a different pot. Pulling out a clean spoon, she tasted it, and then put the spoon down. Taking out another, she dipped it in and offered it to Kiran.

"Would you mind tasting this? I don't know how tolerant anyone else is of the kind of spices I like."

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It felt good to be in his element again. Even his head didn’t hurt quite as much. No, wait. It still hurt. He began looking around, recalling vaguely that Ju Min had tossed some painkillers at him before she’d left him to wallow. After downing two full glasses of water and at least twice the suggested dose he was starting to feel more human. The smell of real food certainly didn’t hurt. Zasha was cooking. Had this kitchen ever had someone cooking in it before?

Wait…you can cook? You cook real food?” He looked at the offered spoon as if it were the greatest thing he’d ever seen. He took Zasha’s hand, lifting the sample to his lips. He took the spoon into his mouth, sliding it out perfectly clean. He took a moment to savour the rich and warm flavors. Though after three days of protein paste he probably would have adored the flavor profile of a fried egg.

He looked down to her, she was a good head shorter than him, he took a half step towards her, his chest mere inches from her face. He’d briefly forgotten that his shirt was wide open. Not that this was a situation he’d never been in before. Though he couldn’t recall ever having eaten a stroganoff in this situation before. “Miss Zasha, would it be to forward of me to propose marriage?” He brushed the tips of his fingers across her jawline. “Or would you accept a simple kiss?
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Former Companion. That figured. The rest of what he said was fairly interesting. An ex-boyfriend tried to sell the captain out to the Alliance... so there was a price on her head. A price high enough for the rest of her crew to turn on her? Corvin thought on that for a moment and tried to tie it in with a few of the port-side bay conspiracy theories he had dreamed up since laying down.

"I once had to cut four bullets out of a guy's chest with a combat knife. We were fresh out painkillers and sedatives," He said after Kiran asked for painkillers. "So as you can imagine... I don't like to... waste supplies." He trailed off some as he spoke. True enough if a Browncoat was ever caught using up med supplies to treat something as minor and self inflicted as a hangover during war time he'd have been given a real reason to need them... but Kiran, Corvin reminded himself, wasn't a Browncoat, and this wasn't war time. They weren't behind enemy lines. They'd be able to land on any rock and re-supply. Corvin had never been off planet before, except during the war, and being back aboard a ship, he realized, had taken him back to that mentality.

Of course there was another more personal reason he didn't like to waste supplies, painkillers and sedatives particularly, but that was neither here nor there.

Corvin heaved a sigh, reached over to his duffle, and pulled out a pill bottle. It was mostly empty with a half dozen or so rattling around at the bottom. "Just take one," He said as he tossed the bottle in Kiran's general direction, eyes still facing upwards. "They're strong."

He heard the bottle clatter to the floor. When he looked back he realized Kiran was gone.

Just then another guy came in, intending to put his stuff there. "By all means." He climbed out of bed. "Monty right? I'm Corvin, the medic." He offered the other man a handshake. Corvin was glad for any roommate that wasn't the operative. Monty seemed to have a similar distaste for the guy, so Corvin couldn't see any reason why the two of them wouldn't get along just fine.

After greeting his new roommate he followed the path the pill container had taken on it's way out of the door and picked it up. The smell of cooking food caught his attention. He followed it to the kitchen area where he saw Kiran and the mechanic -- also chef apparently -- interacting. He'd seen a lot in his day, but he'd never seen an actual male companion in pursuit. He'd always kinda wondered what tactics they might employ. He posted up against the wall and watched the master at work.

Zasha's other hand clenched on her gun. This was certainly a lot more forward than she was used to any of the crew or passengers being, and the way his chest was sculpted--too hard to avoid, at her height--was either incredible genetics or long hours of work. Between that and his manner, it made it obvious why a guy like him was being so over the top with a short grease monkey.

"Companion." She blurted out, deliberately taking her hand off of her gun and stepping away. Zasha usually punched guys who took liberties with her, but this one wasn't groping, just flirting, and she couldn't afford to knee him in the junk before she knew how the Captain would react to it. No wonder the man was hard to resist, he was a trained seducer! "You must be a Companion, so you're a passenger, not crew?"

The sauce was about to boil over, so she hip-checked the man, bumping him out of her way so she could attend to it. Everything was just about ready to be thrown in a bowl and served, so she started looking through cupboards to find a bowl big enough. Or a pot, she wasn't fussy. The top cupboards were a bit too high so she climbed onto the counter to keep looking, hoping Kiran would take a hint and she wouldn't have to get violent. The next time he tried to put his hands on her, no matter how nice-looking he was, she would have to make an example of him. The worst thing would be for everyone else to see him flirting with her and assume she was some kind of fresh meat, and as she turned to open another cupboard she groaned to see the medic watching them.

No choice, then, she would have to get rough, just to keep the crew's respect. Zasha turned, and thanks to standing on the counter could actually look down on him to his eyes while she narrowed her own. "Look, govno, I'm the engineer, not one of your little play-pretties, and I don't have time for this fèihuà. I've been nice so far, out of respect, but your pretty face is gonna be a bit uglier if you keep pushin' me. Dohn-luh-ma?" Sure, he was beautiful, and if she'd met him while planetbound she wouldn't mind giving him a tumble, but the rules were different in the Black, especially with a new crew. She couldn't afford to lose face just because Kiran wanted to, well, whatever his motives were. She'd never had enough money to hire a Companion, so she had no idea how they worked.

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Ahh…” Kiran cleared his throat, giving Zasha a respectful amount of space. The lady has made it clear she wanted no more, and he wasn’t going to go against that. He leaned on the counter near the sink. “More…more an ex-Companion.” He sighed, his lips pressed in a flat line. He did not enjoy reminding himself of that fact.

I really am grateful that you’re cooking though.” He shrugged and decided the least he could do was set the table. Besides the dishes were on a higher shelf and that’d make it difficult for Zasha. He'd have to make sure that changed. If she was going to cooking oftent he kitchen needed to be accessible for her. “Ju Min tends to eat mostly cereal and protein paste. Which means I eat cereal and protein paste.” He set out some bowls and pulled out a trivet, setting it close to where Zasha was cooking. “Here. Easier to serve with one of these. At least her kitchen is stocked, if not…well-used.

As he set the table he noticed the Medic, Corvin, watching them. He fixed the man with an incredulous look. It was not the first time he’d had some gawkers, male Companions tended to get a lot of this kind of attention. Other men would try and glean information from watching them work. They seemed to think women were some sort of machine, and that male Companions had the schematics. It would be flattering if it didn't so consistently anger the women.

The first step, Corvin, is to be as pretty as me. The second is to not make a habit of leering at women from a distance.” He fixed the medic with a pointed look. The man was clearly not very good with people. To top it off he seemed intent on ruining Kiran's day. Was this some sort of conspiracy Ju Min had worked out?

Zasha,” He turned back to the mechanic, resolving to not give the medic any more of his time. “Can I help you with anything else? No ulterior motives. Just gratitude for my first decent meal in a week.” He spread his hands out, a faint smile of sincerity on his face.

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She looked at him suspiciously and inwardly shrugged. He'd never seemed actually threatening, and his offer of help seemed sincere enough, so she was willing enough to take it at face value. "No, I think this will do. Unless there's a way to let everyone know that there's food available, if they want it." Moving quickly, she got off the counter and mixed everything together carefully in the noodle pot, noodles and meat with sauce, and placed it on the trivet. She carried it over to the table, its weight no problem for a girl used to wrestling with engines, and put it in the middle before going back to get a big serving spoon.

An ex-Companion, eh? Interesting. How did he fit in on the Qi? Friends with the Captain... or perhaps more? Zasha was relieved she hadn't encouraged his flirting, if he was involved with Captain Ju she didn't want to get dragged into it. Relationships could work however people agreed on, the 'Verse was wide enough to welcome all kinds of them, but she was selfish enough to want her lovers to be hers alone, and not involved with other women on the side. It was difficult enough, given the rough and tumble rules of the Black, to have relationships without getting involved in unnecessary drama.

Protein paste and cereal, that sounded fairly typical for a ship without its own cook and crew that didn't share cooking duties. She'd only been a part of one crew in the past lucky enough to have a cook, and those had been good times. She'd endured some horrible crew members, a misogynist Captain, and no money for engine parts for too long just to get good food every day, but the cook had also been fed up with the poor pay and when he left, so did she. Zasha certainly wasn't going to let herself get forced or guilted into cooking often, but if it was always well-received and the engines were running smoothly, she might consider it. Especially if Captain Ju picked up fresh supplies to make good food, because there wasn't much else in the cabinets that could come together to make anything like real food.

She looked at the medic, Corvin, as Kiran called him. "Feel free to serve yourself," she said, spooning some into a bowl for herself and sitting down at the table. "If you don't like it, others will eat it, so don't worry about offending me. She took off the dishrag and ignored the bright red patch of skin in favor of starting to eat.

Monty set his gear on the empty bunk thinking of how little he will probably be in here, due to not trusting anyone yet. He turned and shook Corvin's hand, "Nice to meet you." Then seeing that he was in the middle of something, Monty gave him a respectful dismissive nod and gone back to setting up his bunk. He secured his rifle, throw his shotgun over his shoulder so he could secure it on the bridge, and made sure the safeties were on everything. As he stepped out of the cabin on his way to the bridge, he smelled the food in the galley. It had been a long time since he smelled such delicious food that he could legally eat. Forgetting that he was caring his shotgun or that he had been on his way to the bridge, Monty made his way to the galley. Upon entering he saw Corvin holding a girls red hand and a pretty boy doing... what ever pretty boys do. "Ma'am. Doc." Took a look at Kiran and sized him up, "Kai Tze? Lao Tien Fu." Turned back to the girl, "You have my thanks ma'am. You need anything you let Montgomery know." After that Monty takes a seat and serves himself some food.

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Kiran sat down, spooning himself a large portion of the stroganoff. Since he’d begun to feel less like an oozing, miserable lump he’d realized how hungry he’d become. When had he last eaten? The fact that he wasn’t sure probably said enough on its own. As he waited for the fresh food to cool—it’d do him no good to burn his tongue after all—he scanned the face before him.

So Zasha was the mechanic, and she seemed solid. She was clearly used to being on a ship, seeing how quickly and clearly she’d put him in his place. Though, he had a feeling that his advances might have gotten a different response if the medic hadn’t decided to treat him like a side show.

The medic, Corvin. Who was himself pawing at the mechanic now. He was everything he would expect Ju Min would have wanted in a medic. Hell, she might even overlook a complete lack of medical training if the man could fire a gun and shared her habit of abusing Companions. Well at least his life couldn’t get more ruined. There was that at least.

Then there was the new man, Montgomery he called himself. Unless Ju Min planned to pilot the Qi herself, this man was not hired muscle and the shotgun he had slung on his shoulder was more paranoia. He was probably the pilot, Ju Min was not the best at driving the Qi and she’d likely want a pilot before she was willing to take off.

So, a skilled mechanic who swore in…Russian? He couldn’t make out the words, but he was worldly enough to catch the accent and the cadence in her cussing. A sadistic medic with a possible vendetta against him and a pilot so on-edge he couldn’t sit down to eat without a gun on his shoulder. Quite the crew. Ju Min would attract this sort of group. It would be interesting to see how this crew gelled. Either way, his food was probably cool enough by now. As he lifted the first spoon to his lips, he paused for a moment.

Is Ju Min not joining us?” Kiran was pretty sure that Ju Min didn't have an aversion to real food, just work. Unless there were more people she was dealing with. He grabbed another stack of bowls from the cupboard and spooned some of the stroganoff into one of them. He'd seen the captain hungry, and it was not pretty.
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"I would appreciate it," Zasha replied to Corvin, her accent relaxing now that everyone's attention had left her and switched to the food. "Mechanical things are always cutting me up one way or another, doesn't bother me much, but losing any use of my hands wouldn't help my job any."

To Montgomery, "You're welcome. I don't often have the time, but every so often when supplies are handy and protein paste won't cut it I like to throw something together. What's your position on the Qi? Passenger or crew?" They had a medic, an ex-companion, this man could be anything from extra muscle, given his rifle, or a passenger, or the pilot, assuming the Captain didn't pilot the Qi herself. She certainly would let him know if she "needed something," she wasn't shy about that, but what he was would determine what kind of things she could get from him, so she was curious enough to ask. If she was lucky, he knew good places to get parts she needed, should anything go wrong with the engines.

She wasn't going to say anything until something actually happened, but the military grade stuff on this ship looked like it was a few hard bumps from going horribly wrong. Sure, the military stuff did tend to dependability, but when they went wrong, they went very wrong, and she didn't have any parts that were made for them. Of course Zasha had plenty of parts and knowledge to sort of cut corners with them until they did get the right parts, but if her supposition was right, her shortcuts might work less and last shorter than it would on a regular engine.

Zasha shrugged at Kiran's question. It sounded like he knew the captain a lot better than she did, probably even biblically given his former trade and appearance, so he would know better than she if Captain Ju intended to eat with them. They were still missing a person or two, she thought--the Operative in the helmet, whatever his name was, as well as the Captain, and there might be a few others aboard she hadn't met yet. There was plenty of food as she erred on the side of making too much rather than too little, always safe aboard a ship, but she was curious who would join them and who might make a habit of keeping to themselves. Not that she cared one way or another, so long as they kept themselves away from her engines, but it was good to know if a hairy situation went down what bodies to check for before leaving.

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Charles strode into the canteen with a barely-concealed and perfectly legitimate yawn. He hadn't slept for a solid day; even though he was trained to survive far longer than that with minimal rest, he was currently experiencing a painfully noticeable lack of that lovely little blue powder, to be consumed with every meal, that was supposed to keep Operatives awake for much longer periods of time.

Thusly, the smell of food was an instant attraction. What better in the world than a warm meal and a long rest after that?

Unfortunately, as he strode in he was instantly met by the vaguely hostile looks of four of his fellow crew members; two of them he recognized, the other two he hadn't made the acquaintance of yet.

Not wishing for conversation, and understanding fully well the crew's aversion to him and the past he represented, he moved without a word to grab a spoon and bowl, moving back towards the table and sitting down, expression as neutral as he had always been trained. Was that all life was now? An extension of training? He still moved like an Operative, looked like an Operative, behaved like an Operative... killed like an Operative.

Betelguese.

He suppressed the codename as quickly as he did anyone of his usual targets. He spooned some food into his bowl and began eating, trying to enjoy the food, but the rapidly growing sense of guilt refused to disappear.

Betelguese, the brightest star of Orion...

And that was his nickname. How his codename has developed; the prodigy of Enforcement Team Orion. The one blazing through the ranks like no other.

Betelguese was... extinguished. And Monolith stood at fault.

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Kiran raised his eyebrow as Charles sat down. Even without his helmet, there was a certain way that Intelligence Agents carried themselves. The flat, stoic expression locked on his face like a stone mask was decently familiar to Kiran. Worst face for a client to have, bar none. Things started to turn in his head.

So uh…” Her set the spoon down in his food, looking from face to face. “If you guys killed Ju Min and stole the Qi from her you can just tell me.” This crew didn’t look like hardened bandits. Well, Corvin did. And so did Montgomery. And the Agent… Well Zasha didn’t look like she would hurt anyone. Unprovoked. He would have considered his situation more, if Ju Min didn’t walk into the dining hall at that very moment.

Oh! You are alive. Zasha made dinner.” He held up the bowl he’d set aside for her, flashing her a quick smile.

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"Thank you Kiran…" Ju took the bowl from Kiran. “The Qi is keyed to my bio-sig, so she wouldn’t get off this rock if I wasn’t alive and on her. But I’m glad to hear your loyalty is so unwavering.” She pulled out a chair and sat herself down.

"As long as you have a nice, plush cabin to sleep in I guess you don’t really care who you’re under, huh?" She smirked at him, spooning some of Zasha’s much-appreciated stroganoff into her mouth. It was warm and heartily spiced. She could get used to food like this.

"Well it’s not my fault I’m in that cabin, now is it Ju Min?" Kiran cocked his head at her. "I’m not the one who shacked up with an Alliance solider, let him hand-pick the entire crew and take me off on a career of smuggling am I?"

Kiran…” Ju Min set her spoon down, fixing the Companion with a stern look. “Tai Hong wasn’t a solider yet. And we got away from that fine. No thanks to your help.

You stuffed me in the engine room and told me to scream for you if anything started smoking!” Kiran retorted.

Ju Min rolled her eyes, scoffing at Kiran's indignity. “And I suppose those instructions were too complicated for you since ‘head down, ass up’ is the toughest lesson in that damn Academy?

Well at least my Academy offered ‘How to spot a Shitbag 101’, a lesson I’m sure you could have used. And I think we both know who got me kicked out of that Academy!

Ju Min’s eyes flared with rage and she stood up hard and fast, her chair clattering to the floor. She grabbed the bowl and turned away from the table. “Monty. When you’re ready to take us out of atmo meet me on the bridge.” Her voice was measured and tight. Without another word she stormed out of the mess.

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Mason realised he would have to lay down some ground rules when it come to his luggage when the captain picked his bags up, but now was not the time. He unzipped the second bag slowly to make sure i'ts contents were unharmed. He needed the device working or it would all be for naught. Brushing off his suit jacket he promptly followed behind the captain.

"Meiguanxi captain, although a murderous mechanic seems rather interesting choice in an employee who's job is to keep something alive. Granted ships are far less annoying than people. While we are away form the rest of the ships inhabitants I think it might be prudent for me to request somewhere..private, for my work. Preferably for me to sleep as well. I have some portable equipment if there are no private rooms with a bed." Mason left the conversation there for the captain to consider as he found himself following to the mess.

Upon arrival the room seemed, dysfunctional to say the least. A shouting match between the captain and a rather flamboyant looking man, or child. He wasn't quite sure. As he panned around he noticed a few other crew-mates, not much untoward about them other than a strangely blasé attitude about firearms in a ship that would shortly be pressurised. It was only until his eyes met a well composed man sitting at the table that alarm bells went off. He carried all the telltale signs of an alliance operative. Mason would know, he spent enough time around them in the past.

Thoughts flickered through his head, was he here for him? It seemed unlikely that if the alliance wanted him that he'd be still standing but Mason knew things, knew people. Maybe he wasn't here for him. Either way, Mason was rattled by his presence but he'd have to keep his composure. Too late to bug out now.

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Charles sighed in mild annoyance as the two bickered back and forth; he was already taking a minor disliking to the flamboyant man, who certainly carried himself like a Companion; a breed he could never stand; spoiled little rich-kids who sold their bodies for extravagant sums and felt entitled to respect as a result.

He finished his meal as quickly as he could, and in good time, as the Captain blazed out. He hadn't paid attention to the fight, but it sounded like whining on one end and sniping on the other. No matter. A crew that squabbled amongst itself was a dread for any captain, but for him, it was perfect; what better way to avoid notice than to be the only person on the ship no one held anyone explicitly open hate for? Sure, he would always be under suspicion, like a silent neutral nation during a war; what the belligerents failed to realise is that the neutral nation waited only to profit from the ruins.

Charles was about to leave when he noticed the new person in the room; another crewman? He saw his eyes sweep over the ensemble, dreaded the moment when...

The eyes landed on him, and widened just so slightly. A mere twitch of instinct, but visible enough that his caution was obvious. Charles frowned, scratched his chin a little and headed over to deposit his bowl in the dishwasher.

Avoiding all eye contact, he strode into the hallway the Captain had gone down, intercepting her as she waited by the airlock lift.

Hoping he wouldn't detonate her again, Charles spoke.

"Do believe me when I say that I understand that Companions are perhaps the worst breed of human.

He coughed, recomposing himself.

"Now, about the... destination I proposed. You'd want the coordinates."

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Zasha watched, fascinated, at the bickering around her. Obviously there were some stories behind these arguments, and whatever the Captain and Kiran had, or used to have, was complicated. Something big had gone down between them, and she could see from their fighting that whatever had actually happened, anger still burned on each side. Not a good omen for a captain and crew member, but she'd seen crews hold through worse. A new person came in, another passenger perhaps, since Monty was apparently the pilot?

As the Captain left the room and after her the man she suspected was an Operative followed, she wondered what was going on there. Perhaps she would find out in time, perhaps she wouldn't. And if it was Alliance involved, perhaps it was just better that she stay out of it. She didn't have any warrants out for her arrest, precisely, but the Alliance was like an octopus with tentacles everywhere. It was always just best to stay out of reach.

She finished her bowl of stroganov and, since there was more left and no one else was coming in, shrugged and filled her bowl again. This time she ate more slowly, since the edge of her hunger had been taken off, but felt like some conversation was required in the silence.

"So... anyone know where we're headed next?" she ventured, hoping someone would know and not berate her for her ignorance. Zasha didn't care too much where they were headed, since in her experience the mechanics were forced to stay on the ship most of the time, but there were some places she had to keep her head down more than others. Anyway, it wasn't like she had any say in where they went, she was just crew, and new at that. She would just have to roll with whatever the Captain decided to do, as long as she was getting paid. If she wasn't getting paid, well, then there were other options.