Post by BijuuGuy on Jul 9, 2023 21:47:56 GMT
A bloody disaster, it all was. Wasn't supposed to be, but knowing their luck... ah fuck. She should've known better.
What a team they were, eh? The goddamn Starjammers. Space pirates, renegades, whatever else others liked to call them. A simple mission to keep one of their own safe and they failed spectacularly. Of course, Corsair wasn't going to take any blame. Not that she could confront him on that now, but Canza knew what he was like. A wanker, through and through. Heh, he was really just jealous of her. Being the better pilot that she clearly was. As well as an engineer. The lad couldn't fix one of his Terran engines if he tried on one of his few good days.
Warlock was a strange one. Canza could never clearly make out his... its... their... form nor could she understand how or why Warlock spoke in that strange "self" term. It was all a bit too out there for her and she had seen some shit. She just stuck to what she knew best: flying and engineering. But she had to admit the weirdo had grown on her. Enough to make her protective. Canza being protective was about as close as one could get to friendship. She didn't know why the fucking bird-police wanted Warlock and she didn't care. All she knew, was that the Thanagarians were bad news. They thought they controlled space, police bastards. Smug and authoritarian with their wings. And then they caught her. Fucking brilliant.
Now she was in a cold, damp cell on board of one of their patrol ships. Not even worth to put in an actual prison. Assholes.
The entire cell stank of... Canza couldn't even find a suitable metaphor. It was rancid, but she had gotten used to it in her brief time there. Funny how quickly adaptation can work. But she had to focus on her situation. She knew help was probably on the way. Unless Summers decided she wasn't worth the trouble... nah, he knew he couldn't find a better replacement. In the meantime, she knew the protocol. The same as always. And she was as tight-lipped as they ca---
"...ever should've bothered. Nothing but a wast..."
"...st a little exploring. What could go..."
"...ou don't understand now, but your old man will..."
Canza's thoughts were interrupted by a muttering of voices. Though when she focused, it only seemed to be one voice. Didn't matter, it was still annoying as shit.
"...Oi, keep it down, will you? I'm trying to think up here."
She looked under her top bunk to see who was talking. A girl, talking in her sleep. Terran, by the looks of it. Fucking great. They were like an infestation, always at least one in every port. She did her best to not let her eyes roll to the back of her skull, but failed. If Canza's rough voice and accent didn't wake her up, her jumping down from her bunk with a loud thud would probably do the trick. She wasn't sure when help was coming, but she knew it wouldn't come immediately. It gave Canza time to study her cellmate, see if she was trustworthy at all. If not, she could easily just let the Thanagarians take care of her. Canza had little to lose. She sat down against the disgusting wall across from their bunk, not letting the myriad of substances around her bother her. She had experienced worse... probably. There was not much else to do other than to wait for the girl to actually wake up and register her surroundings, so Canza just stared.
Oh wait, there was one more lingering thought in Canza's ever-busy and brilliant mind.
She was going to kill Corsair if she ever got out. Or at least maim him a bit.
What a team they were, eh? The goddamn Starjammers. Space pirates, renegades, whatever else others liked to call them. A simple mission to keep one of their own safe and they failed spectacularly. Of course, Corsair wasn't going to take any blame. Not that she could confront him on that now, but Canza knew what he was like. A wanker, through and through. Heh, he was really just jealous of her. Being the better pilot that she clearly was. As well as an engineer. The lad couldn't fix one of his Terran engines if he tried on one of his few good days.
Warlock was a strange one. Canza could never clearly make out his... its... their... form nor could she understand how or why Warlock spoke in that strange "self" term. It was all a bit too out there for her and she had seen some shit. She just stuck to what she knew best: flying and engineering. But she had to admit the weirdo had grown on her. Enough to make her protective. Canza being protective was about as close as one could get to friendship. She didn't know why the fucking bird-police wanted Warlock and she didn't care. All she knew, was that the Thanagarians were bad news. They thought they controlled space, police bastards. Smug and authoritarian with their wings. And then they caught her. Fucking brilliant.
Now she was in a cold, damp cell on board of one of their patrol ships. Not even worth to put in an actual prison. Assholes.
The entire cell stank of... Canza couldn't even find a suitable metaphor. It was rancid, but she had gotten used to it in her brief time there. Funny how quickly adaptation can work. But she had to focus on her situation. She knew help was probably on the way. Unless Summers decided she wasn't worth the trouble... nah, he knew he couldn't find a better replacement. In the meantime, she knew the protocol. The same as always. And she was as tight-lipped as they ca---
"...ever should've bothered. Nothing but a wast..."
"...st a little exploring. What could go..."
"...ou don't understand now, but your old man will..."
Canza's thoughts were interrupted by a muttering of voices. Though when she focused, it only seemed to be one voice. Didn't matter, it was still annoying as shit.
"...Oi, keep it down, will you? I'm trying to think up here."
She looked under her top bunk to see who was talking. A girl, talking in her sleep. Terran, by the looks of it. Fucking great. They were like an infestation, always at least one in every port. She did her best to not let her eyes roll to the back of her skull, but failed. If Canza's rough voice and accent didn't wake her up, her jumping down from her bunk with a loud thud would probably do the trick. She wasn't sure when help was coming, but she knew it wouldn't come immediately. It gave Canza time to study her cellmate, see if she was trustworthy at all. If not, she could easily just let the Thanagarians take care of her. Canza had little to lose. She sat down against the disgusting wall across from their bunk, not letting the myriad of substances around her bother her. She had experienced worse... probably. There was not much else to do other than to wait for the girl to actually wake up and register her surroundings, so Canza just stared.
Oh wait, there was one more lingering thought in Canza's ever-busy and brilliant mind.
She was going to kill Corsair if she ever got out. Or at least maim him a bit.
