Jorus Merrill
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INDEPENDENT VESSEL 'WRETCHED HIVE'
NEW HOLSTICE ORBIT
When things got rough, the Hive switched to shift work, but things weren't rough right now. The ship's equivalent of night had dimmed the lights and quieted the work bays. In one hangar's corner, four chairs and a table sat bolted to the deck in case of zero-gee. Two chairs were occupied by two mechanics in coveralls that used the to be blue. One was human, young with old eyes; the other was an orange Krevaaki; both slurped cheap lum.
"He'll be here."
"I'm just saying, Darr, he's hitchhiking these days. Delays can be a thing."
"I pity the fool that delays [member="Seydon of Arda"] ."
"Oh, he's not like that. Feth, for a stone killer he's downright shy. Apologetic, even." The human, Jorus, eyed the remaining contents of his durasteel mug. "Maybe I should nuke some ribenes."
"I could go for some." Dingo Darr set his mug aside, rested his pincers on his knees, and stood. "I'll grab them."
"Thanks." Jorus slugged back the last of his lum and stood up too. "I'm going to take a leak and check the scanners again."
The Krevaaki busied himself with a package of tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes labeled 'Karkin' Ribs'. "Any idea what ship's dropping him off with us?"
"Not a gorram clue."
Darr grunted. One pincer sheared into the ribene packaging. "Hope the lock fits, is all."
Jorus paused in the doorway of the hangar's 'fresher. "Nah, I got the force cylinder running. If the airlock doesn't mate up, he'll be fine to come over."
The scent of tomo-spice filled the hangar. "Sounds like a plan to me, boss."
NEW HOLSTICE ORBIT
When things got rough, the Hive switched to shift work, but things weren't rough right now. The ship's equivalent of night had dimmed the lights and quieted the work bays. In one hangar's corner, four chairs and a table sat bolted to the deck in case of zero-gee. Two chairs were occupied by two mechanics in coveralls that used the to be blue. One was human, young with old eyes; the other was an orange Krevaaki; both slurped cheap lum.
"He'll be here."
"I'm just saying, Darr, he's hitchhiking these days. Delays can be a thing."
"I pity the fool that delays [member="Seydon of Arda"] ."
"Oh, he's not like that. Feth, for a stone killer he's downright shy. Apologetic, even." The human, Jorus, eyed the remaining contents of his durasteel mug. "Maybe I should nuke some ribenes."
"I could go for some." Dingo Darr set his mug aside, rested his pincers on his knees, and stood. "I'll grab them."
"Thanks." Jorus slugged back the last of his lum and stood up too. "I'm going to take a leak and check the scanners again."
The Krevaaki busied himself with a package of tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes labeled 'Karkin' Ribs'. "Any idea what ship's dropping him off with us?"
"Not a gorram clue."
Darr grunted. One pincer sheared into the ribene packaging. "Hope the lock fits, is all."
Jorus paused in the doorway of the hangar's 'fresher. "Nah, I got the force cylinder running. If the airlock doesn't mate up, he'll be fine to come over."
The scent of tomo-spice filled the hangar. "Sounds like a plan to me, boss."