Post by CITRA MONTENEGRO on Aug 8, 2013 2:50:07 GMT -5
"Think about it this way, love. You keep this up, and you die. You go ahead and stop your damn ship, and I stop trying to kill you. Deal?"
"We know who you are. You're the Captain of Huntress. We've heard the horror stories. I have absolutely no intention of letting you on board my vessel, you get me? I've outrunned ships faster than yours."
"Oh, I've no doubt about that. I've heard about you too, Captain. I know how fast your ship is. You could probably out run a ship on hard burn just by limping along. Unfortunately for you, that's not what you need to outrun. See, you think you're worth more alive than dead. The truth is, all I want is a little bit of salvage. You know what I have in our missile bays. I'd love for you to outrun those, Captain Anderson."
"Wait, wait, hold on a second. We're carrying civilians! There's children on board! You might be a pirate, but you won't shoot down a transport ship filled with innocents just to get a little salvage, would you?"
"Oh, but I would. See, for all I know, you could be lying. In fact, I think you sound quite untrustworthy, Captain. I might have to send the entire payload just to be careful."
"Fine... fine... I'm cutting the engines now. Just don't hurt the civilians."
"Ah, thank you Captain. Much appreciated. We'll be docking in your open shuttle bay. I expect to see you in person upon arrival. And remember, no funny business now. You pull anything, and the Alliance will find nothing but space dust to mark your demise. Lady Huntress out."
Citra cut the vid-link with a smile. Captain Anderson of the Firefly-class Hotaru had decided he was going to play nice with her. A wise decision, by her reckoning. She hadn't been bluffing when she made the threat to obliterate the entire vessel. Huntress's current missile supply was greatly reduced from the max, the result of having been unable to rearm in quite some time, but there was more than enough weaponry packed in her weapon bays to blow a mere Firefly into the next life. Granted, most Firefly's would go down after taking a few rocks to the cockpit, but that was besides the point. Simply put, Citra could have put that ship into the dirt, and she hadn't needed to. Win-win for everyone involved.
Instead, it looked like her and her crew were going to be walking away with yet another profit. And that was even without taking the ship.
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Persephone
It had been awhile since Citra had last set foot on Persephone, and for damn good reason. The last time Citra had set foot on this shithole of a planet, she had managed to get herself and her crew involved in a massive four way firefight in the middle of the spaceport. It hadn't been her fault, not really. The Alliance had started that one. A gunfight is just what happens when you attempt to arrest the leaders of three different criminal crews at the same meeting, and make all of them assume the other betrayed them. Citra had lost three good men in that fight, and had absolutely no desire to see a repeat of that day's events. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have even bothered returning, but it seemed the 'Verse was getting smaller all the time, and buyers for her stolen goods were getting fewer and fewer. And in any case, it had been over a year since that little incident... the Alliance had probably forgotten all about that little barrel of shenanigans, right?
The contact she had been doing business with today was a man by the name of Jaxson Crayder, a criminal of some reputation who she had done business with several times in the past. She had owed him a number of favors from years past, and he had decided to call in on one of those recently. That had been what the whole Hotaru event had been about. Jaxson had needed something he had heard the ship had been carrying, and had offered to pay Citra if she'd intercept the ship and acquire it. Citra hadn't cared too much about completing the job, especially considering she was fairly certain Jaxson had been trying to double cross her in the past, but it was a substantial pay that had been promised, and she wasn't exactly in a situation which allowed her to be picky as to what she did.
The meeting with Jaxson had gone fairly well, and he had extended his thanks to her crew as well as roughly a one month's supply of outlandishly expensive whiskey. The whiskey alone would have been worth the job, but she wasn't complaining about the large stack of credits that came with it. The alcohol would be a definite morale boost for her guys, as the last supply of booze they had had on board had tasted like it came out of a drunkard's toilet. And those credits, they could go towards securing a supply of weaponry from one of the local black market dealers to fully arm Huntress's missile tubes. All in all, it had been a successful day, one which she felt like celebrating.
After telling her guys they had the rest of the day to do as they wished, Citra made her way into one of the many bars which dotted the Eavesdown Docks. It was a dingy place, definitely not a place that someone of good reputation would find themselves in. Citra didn't mind though. 'The Winking Rat" had always been a personal favorite of hers, and even after a year of absence, the place was almost exactly the same as it had been when she had walked out the door. Nearly empty, aside from a scattered few patrons here and there, it was a simple matter to find her way to the bar and flag down the 'keep. A scarred guy who looked like he'd seen a few too many fights in his day, the barkeeper glanced over at Citra with a silent look of surprise, before grinning and heading her way.
"Citra!" he laughed, grabbing a glass from under the counter. "Haven't seen you here in ages. Finally decided to come crawling back, eh?"
"You know me, Korvaun," she said with a grin. "I just couldn't stay away from you. What with your outlandishly good looks, supernatural charm, and horrendous drinks."
The man laughed, before pouring a drink into the glass and passing it to Citra. "Here's your usual. I'll go ahead and reopen your tab. I hope you don't plan on running out on me again, Citra. Last time you left, I was cleaning blood for weeks." Glancing down at one of the other patrons on the other end of the bar, he smiled. "You'll have to excuse me. I have to deal with the other patrons. You planning on staying late?" Citra nodded in the affirmative. "Shiny. We'll have to catch up after closing," Korvaun said, before hurrying off.
Leaning against the counter, Citra just smiled, and took a sip from her drink. She'd forgotten how much she missed it here. For all its downfalls, Persephone still managed to win out in her heart as one of her favorite planets in the entire 'Verse.