Cowboy Bebop [Merchant Fleet]

[Narasa Kelori]

When Narasa dared to raise her head again, her eyes widened. The speeders were no more. Literally, no more. The river of fire was still slowly extending out from the depot, but, hopefully, the fuel would run out soon enough that it wouldn't become a real problem now that the speeder that had fueled it was... well... gone. Narasa turned her attention to [member="Rusty"], [member="Kairon Rees"], and Jarrick. They seemed alive, which was enough for her to turn her attention back to the depot where she had last seen the remaining members of their group. The cargo was sitting there, begging to be packed and taken away before others from the surrounding buildings could get interested.

She turned and ran for the roof entrance, taking the stairs as quickly as she dared. When she passed the bristling guard hiding just in the doorway, she turned her face away so that he couldn't identify her and barreled past him onto the street. The trio of men was still chatting, but she had to assume that wouldn't last for long. Careful to give the fire a wide berth, Narasa approached the refueling station.

"Robb," she shouted as she gradually made her way toward the cargo, "Jyakod, you guys all right?"

[member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Robb Killian"][member="Malia Afredane"]

 

[Jyakod Ozen]

"Oh yeah, I'm just fantastic!" called Jyakod, running to meet her at the cargo. "Let's get this stuff aboard the Ark! I'm burning fuel here idling, and if anything else blows up I'm not likely to be flying anything anywhere!" The Corellian began hauling the target of their operation towards his freighter, eyes scanning for any other obstacles that might impede his profit margin.

[member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Malia Afredane"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb lay in the dirt for a moment, blinking in confusion. He heard nothing at first, an odd silence following the events of the night. Silence gradually gave way to a dull ringing in his ears, which in turn only grew worse. The ringing crescendo burned though his body. Gritting his teeth the spacer clenched his eyelids shut as the unholy ringing slowly ebbed away into a whine, until finally his hearing returned. Sounds that seemed like words filled his ear, a familiar name. My name?

"What in the? Who?" Robb said, lamely.

Slowly, Robb pushed himself to a sitting position, wincing as his clenching muscles fought him.

Situational awareness slowly crept back into Robb's consciousness.The speeders lay on the ground several meters away, inactive and smoking lightly. Robb sat in the dirt several meters away. Did I fly hear? The bodies of the enemy were strewn about the ground, similarly smoking. Robb looked down at himself then, partially because the muscles in his neck were cramping.

A cursory once-over told Robb he was relatively unharmed, all-things considered. But the propulsion rockets on his boot-linings were crackling, a lone spark erupted from one of the jets.The spacer shook his head, trying to free his mind of the fog, a cramped neck his only reward. Have.To. Move.

Robb tried to rise, failing his first attempt and only just catching himself on his hands and knees. Nausea overtook him, causing Robb to gag, sputter, and finally burp. Ugh. Small miracles.

The second attempt was more successful. Rising slowly to his feet, Robb staggered over to the cargo. Fighting the cramping muscles in his calves with every step, he couldn't afford to sit still yet.

[member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Malia Afredane"]

 

[Narasa Kelori]

Narasa hesitated until she saw Robb roll to his knees, then she finished her journey to the cargo. He looked like he was going to be ill; she didn't need to stick around for that. He could handle it on his own.

Jyakod was at the cargo and single-handedly lifting a crate by the time she got there. Narasa raised her eyebrows and started to shift her own crate as he left, only to stop mid-shift as Robb staggered up to the cargo.

"Whoa. Easy there." She reached out and steadied Robb as he leaned himself on the cargo. "You sure you're in shape to be lifting stuff? If you can hold a blaster, get to Jyakod's ship and guard us from there. We don't need to be dropping this stuff."

Narasa, for her part, started shifting one of the crates, but found it to be a bit heavier than she expected. Eh. Maybe she did need a hand.

"What's in here? Rocks?" she muttered, good naturedly.

[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Jyakod Ozen"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb was a fan of Kairon's crew in general, but he was beginning to appreciate Narasa's amiability in particular. The spacer crouched down and lifted one of the crates. Struggling briefly with its weight before rising again, Robb ignoring the faint ringing in his ears and the recurrent ache in his calves. "Valuable rocks." he retorted, grinning sheepishly.

Cargo in hand, Robb started off toward Jyakod's ship, throwing a nervous glance Rusty's way as he passed. I'll have to try and avoid the big guy's toys in the future. But for now. . . "Let's get the kark out of here." He muttered, to no one in particular.

[member="Narasa Kelori"] [member="Jyakod Ozen"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Rusty"]