Mother of Pearl
Joza’s hand hovered over Mishel’s back as she rose as if to help support her should she fall. Adrenaline and shock could keep you going in the heat of the moment but they could also mask the pain of more serious injuries. She settled next to Mishel on the makeshift bench as she spoke, letting the girl talk without interjection. When she stood to walk, Joza did not follow but kept her eyes on her niece as she continued to pour her heart out.
The ship lurched, alarms went off.
Joza groaned. “That didn’t sound friendly.” Hands reflexively check the blaster at her hip and the saber hilt at the other as she rose.
“Listen, Mishel.” She grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, face a mix of serious and compassionate. “This is the Outer Rim, no one cares who your parents are or where you came from. I sure as hell don’t, neither does Bantam over there.”
A muffled blast could be heard at the further end of the ship and Joza groaned again. They were probably being boarded.
One of Nate’s crewmen hurried past and she grabbed him by the arm, telling him to signal their allies in the area before turning back to the task at hand,
“The only things we persecute on are actions.” She walked a few feet down the hall and slammed her hand against a button. The door next to it slid open revealing a closet. “Hide in there until this is over and we’ll talk more. Don’t need you getting any more injured.”
With that she jogged off, knowing full well that [member="Mishel Zanteres"] would not stay put.
[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Nate Phantoms"] [member="Runi Verin"]
The ship lurched, alarms went off.
Joza groaned. “That didn’t sound friendly.” Hands reflexively check the blaster at her hip and the saber hilt at the other as she rose.
“Listen, Mishel.” She grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, face a mix of serious and compassionate. “This is the Outer Rim, no one cares who your parents are or where you came from. I sure as hell don’t, neither does Bantam over there.”
A muffled blast could be heard at the further end of the ship and Joza groaned again. They were probably being boarded.
One of Nate’s crewmen hurried past and she grabbed him by the arm, telling him to signal their allies in the area before turning back to the task at hand,
“The only things we persecute on are actions.” She walked a few feet down the hall and slammed her hand against a button. The door next to it slid open revealing a closet. “Hide in there until this is over and we’ll talk more. Don’t need you getting any more injured.”
With that she jogged off, knowing full well that [member="Mishel Zanteres"] would not stay put.
[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Nate Phantoms"] [member="Runi Verin"]