SindyNC17
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 16, 2008
- Posts
- 383
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/28/3e/59/283e59476f426ae9fa31f4ac7d939ea9.jpg
After years of slaving away as a mechanic on countless heaps of shit, Sin finally had a tub of her own. And a sturdy tub she was! An old Phoenix class, probably one of only a few left. Sure she was temperamental (like her Captain), but she'd do for what Sindy had in mind.
It was her last gig on a slaver ship where she'd decided to get out of being on a crew and get a crew of her own. An old tribal leader she'd run into had told her about a wreck orbiting his home world. The ship was decades old, an aid vessel intended for his people. From what he'd described, the haul would be mostly cash and rations, but knowing those old rations they used in the Ring Wars, they'd be plenty good for salvage by the time she made it there.
Now here she was at this Dawg awful market on Shkree'or, trying to dig up a few crew who weren't overly concerned with things like "structural integrity of their ship", or "payment up front".
Sin was a talker though, and she had an unlimited supply of bullshit to trade for work. And besides...everyone would get paid on the backend.
...What's the worst that could happen?
------------------------------------------------------------
Sindy finished her business with the slip-master on the Shkree'or docks and grumbled, checking her weapons and making her way out of the dingy antechamber and into the scorching dust of Shkree'or. She'd managed to escape the slip-master with a few pogs left in her pack, but the bastard had nearly wiped her out. Damn Greefawks. The big, smelly, red-skinned, lumpy, troll looking basdawgs... They'd bleed you dry with fees and forms, and not even have the decency to put you out of your misery afterward.
But she didn't have time to dwell on thieving bureaucrats. She had work to do. Cinching down the pack across her tight grey tank top, she surveyed the market before her. She'd never been to Shkree'or before, but like everyone said, "Go to Shkree'or, where no one's ever seen you before."
This was supposed to be the best place in the Rings to find work or workers, and that's what she aimed to do. She needed a crew, on the cheap, and she felt good about her chances here.
She fought through the throng of traders and buyers, making her way to an outdoor canteen by an artificial waterfall on the outskirts of the market. The sign proclaimed it to be the "Iron Unicorn", but the placard was unnecessary in finding the place. An angry looking welded horse statue with a giant twisting horn on its head reared out front. She felt it was a bit on the nose, but this was the place she'd been told to set up shop.
She secured a bunk and a bottle from the barkeep, and let him know she was looking to hire. After providing only a nominal bribe for directing prospective employees to her table, she grabbed an empty spot by the lagoon beneath the artificial falls, and took in the busy canteen.
After years of slaving away as a mechanic on countless heaps of shit, Sin finally had a tub of her own. And a sturdy tub she was! An old Phoenix class, probably one of only a few left. Sure she was temperamental (like her Captain), but she'd do for what Sindy had in mind.
It was her last gig on a slaver ship where she'd decided to get out of being on a crew and get a crew of her own. An old tribal leader she'd run into had told her about a wreck orbiting his home world. The ship was decades old, an aid vessel intended for his people. From what he'd described, the haul would be mostly cash and rations, but knowing those old rations they used in the Ring Wars, they'd be plenty good for salvage by the time she made it there.
Now here she was at this Dawg awful market on Shkree'or, trying to dig up a few crew who weren't overly concerned with things like "structural integrity of their ship", or "payment up front".
Sin was a talker though, and she had an unlimited supply of bullshit to trade for work. And besides...everyone would get paid on the backend.
...What's the worst that could happen?
------------------------------------------------------------
Sindy finished her business with the slip-master on the Shkree'or docks and grumbled, checking her weapons and making her way out of the dingy antechamber and into the scorching dust of Shkree'or. She'd managed to escape the slip-master with a few pogs left in her pack, but the bastard had nearly wiped her out. Damn Greefawks. The big, smelly, red-skinned, lumpy, troll looking basdawgs... They'd bleed you dry with fees and forms, and not even have the decency to put you out of your misery afterward.
But she didn't have time to dwell on thieving bureaucrats. She had work to do. Cinching down the pack across her tight grey tank top, she surveyed the market before her. She'd never been to Shkree'or before, but like everyone said, "Go to Shkree'or, where no one's ever seen you before."
This was supposed to be the best place in the Rings to find work or workers, and that's what she aimed to do. She needed a crew, on the cheap, and she felt good about her chances here.
She fought through the throng of traders and buyers, making her way to an outdoor canteen by an artificial waterfall on the outskirts of the market. The sign proclaimed it to be the "Iron Unicorn", but the placard was unnecessary in finding the place. An angry looking welded horse statue with a giant twisting horn on its head reared out front. She felt it was a bit on the nose, but this was the place she'd been told to set up shop.
She secured a bunk and a bottle from the barkeep, and let him know she was looking to hire. After providing only a nominal bribe for directing prospective employees to her table, she grabbed an empty spot by the lagoon beneath the artificial falls, and took in the busy canteen.