Post by HighVoltage on Jun 5, 2023 13:53:10 GMT
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The Silwin woman accepted his apology, which was about as much as he could ask for. Better men had been shot by him, maybe not by accident, and they’d had a lot harsher things to say than her. Six let out a low whistle as they were brought to the bridge, a massive space that had room for the mess hall they’d previously been in, plus all its brothers and sisters. Kaz asked some questions that Six didn’t particularly care for. Not that the questions were bad, just he didn’t particularly care what the answers were. Military had too many rules for a man like him, too many regulations and protocols about when and where you could go.
Now Six wasn’t a hero, never claimed to be. He was simply a drifter who occasionally killed people so he could keep drifting. But these folk were taken, kidnapped, and if he didn’t help to free them, well that just wouldn’t sit right. Plus those pirates most likely had a bounty on their heads, and his license needed a renewal of the mortuary variety. He didn’t need any of the Lykaian armaments, they’d only slow him down anyways. All he needed was his trusty six-shooter and he’d be alright.
He rode in with Kaz, calmly stepping out of the smoldering hole, a fresh cigarette on his lip. If this was where his story ended, he’d sure as hell end it with a smoke. It was clear the captives had already started their own attempt to break free, and Six focused on that, pointedly ignoring the large star-vortex-thing that was making him feel a little woozy just by thinking about it. He fired off a shot, looking to take out one of the pirates and make a point before taking a drag from his cigarette. It was time to ride.
Now Six wasn’t a hero, never claimed to be. He was simply a drifter who occasionally killed people so he could keep drifting. But these folk were taken, kidnapped, and if he didn’t help to free them, well that just wouldn’t sit right. Plus those pirates most likely had a bounty on their heads, and his license needed a renewal of the mortuary variety. He didn’t need any of the Lykaian armaments, they’d only slow him down anyways. All he needed was his trusty six-shooter and he’d be alright.
He rode in with Kaz, calmly stepping out of the smoldering hole, a fresh cigarette on his lip. If this was where his story ended, he’d sure as hell end it with a smoke. It was clear the captives had already started their own attempt to break free, and Six focused on that, pointedly ignoring the large star-vortex-thing that was making him feel a little woozy just by thinking about it. He fired off a shot, looking to take out one of the pirates and make a point before taking a drag from his cigarette. It was time to ride.