Post by Erina Blade on Jun 7, 2019 17:49:20 GMT -6
“And this is a green herb, which we gather to create medicines.” The young Namekian knelt next to the scholar, plucking up a strange plant from the ground. Eyeing the vegetation, the woman began writing down her notes as he continued explaining the finer points about the natural cure. Nodding once in satisfaction, the woman rose to her feet again.
“There’s a scouting party headed our direction; you’ll need to trust my instruction, Vio. Do you?”
“Yes, Erina. Oboe said you’re an honest person.”
The sincere smile of the young boy made the woman’s heart clench, before she pulled out the mercenary-issue cuffs. Flipping them up into her hands, she locked them both onto his wrists. Her next move was swapping the Namek Notes for a different book, one with ‘Pub Murmurs’ penned on the cover. Flipping through pages rapidly, the woman skimmed the contents until she fell on the info she needed. Muttering under her breath, she slammed the book shut and shoved it into her pocket. Moments later a small ship shot into view, housing four aliens. From their armor and weapons, it was clear what side they fell on.
“Look what we got here, boys! A woman and a green prisoner! Where are ya headed, little miss?” The loudest and largest alien leaned forward to peer down at the woman. His leering grin showed no good intent, as he licked his lips. His partners in the ship all shifted their positions to get a look at the scholar and Vio.
“I take it you’re the squad leader, then?” The woman didn’t waste her breath, as she glared up at the alien. His squadmates cheered and booed from the sides, as the alien squinted his brow in distaste. Before he could respond, the woman growled under her breath. “Codeword: Prowler Wrath Seven. I’d check that before you say anything else to worsen your position.”
“Bluffing won’t get you anywhere, woman! Fake codewords are being thrown around all over this planet, and they mean nothing in the face of- What?!” The leader started to speak out against the woman, before his partner smacked his shoulder. A datapad was thrust into the leader’s face, and he paled. Throwing out a hasty salute, the man muttered. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t aware you landed on Namek.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep it that way. Now, head back to your base and continue your work. Fleet Pride!”
“Fleet Pride!” The entire group saluted in unison, before their ship shot back in the same direction. Releasing a sigh, the woman undid the cuffs.
“I just bluffed our way through that, Vio. I need you to run back to the village and get help. I can’t leave yet, not until that ship disappears. If any of them informs their base of that codeword, we might have bigger problems on Namek. Okay?”
Vio nodded, before taking off in flight. Erina stared after the departing figure, before turning towards the ship.
Guess it’s time to pay for my mistakes. Gotta put a few more bodies in the earth.
Taking off, the woman shot after the ship. Her focus was on the passengers, so she would miss anyone else who watched the interaction from afar.
“Is there anything else nearby we can learn about, Vio?” Erina asked as she stretched, arms thrust above her head. Her notebook remained clenched firmly in one hand, as she waited for the Namekian’s response. Four presences suddenly entered the woman’s presence, shooting towards her position. It wasn’t one of the villages occupants; it was something strange the woman hadn’t seen before. Glancing towards the herbalist, the scholar reached into her jacket.
“There’s a scouting party headed our direction; you’ll need to trust my instruction, Vio. Do you?”
“Yes, Erina. Oboe said you’re an honest person.”
The sincere smile of the young boy made the woman’s heart clench, before she pulled out the mercenary-issue cuffs. Flipping them up into her hands, she locked them both onto his wrists. Her next move was swapping the Namek Notes for a different book, one with ‘Pub Murmurs’ penned on the cover. Flipping through pages rapidly, the woman skimmed the contents until she fell on the info she needed. Muttering under her breath, she slammed the book shut and shoved it into her pocket. Moments later a small ship shot into view, housing four aliens. From their armor and weapons, it was clear what side they fell on.
“Look what we got here, boys! A woman and a green prisoner! Where are ya headed, little miss?” The loudest and largest alien leaned forward to peer down at the woman. His leering grin showed no good intent, as he licked his lips. His partners in the ship all shifted their positions to get a look at the scholar and Vio.
“I take it you’re the squad leader, then?” The woman didn’t waste her breath, as she glared up at the alien. His squadmates cheered and booed from the sides, as the alien squinted his brow in distaste. Before he could respond, the woman growled under her breath. “Codeword: Prowler Wrath Seven. I’d check that before you say anything else to worsen your position.”
“Bluffing won’t get you anywhere, woman! Fake codewords are being thrown around all over this planet, and they mean nothing in the face of- What?!” The leader started to speak out against the woman, before his partner smacked his shoulder. A datapad was thrust into the leader’s face, and he paled. Throwing out a hasty salute, the man muttered. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t aware you landed on Namek.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep it that way. Now, head back to your base and continue your work. Fleet Pride!”
“Fleet Pride!” The entire group saluted in unison, before their ship shot back in the same direction. Releasing a sigh, the woman undid the cuffs.
“I just bluffed our way through that, Vio. I need you to run back to the village and get help. I can’t leave yet, not until that ship disappears. If any of them informs their base of that codeword, we might have bigger problems on Namek. Okay?”
Vio nodded, before taking off in flight. Erina stared after the departing figure, before turning towards the ship.
Guess it’s time to pay for my mistakes. Gotta put a few more bodies in the earth.
Taking off, the woman shot after the ship. Her focus was on the passengers, so she would miss anyone else who watched the interaction from afar.
AUBER - "DO I GO LEFT WHERE NOTHING IS RIGHT? OR RIGHT WHERE NOTHING IS LEFT?"
