Post by Ghostly on Mar 17, 2023 19:00:41 GMT
Most of the group was fairly chipper, and those who weren't made up for their lack of joy with being interesting. Even their captain - sorry, Sevvi, was in fairly good spirits. He thought it was a shame he'd have to leave them behind once he made it to Sargasso, he'd truly enjoyed making coffee for them.
Right after Sevvi came two more passengers - Forty-Five and Six ironically. Six was another colonial, or at least he thought. He didn't have the typical swagger of someone born on a Federation world. He seemed like an alright guy, a little silly with his cowboy get-up, and the cigarette? Kaz kicked the habit a few years back, well it kicked him first. The smell of cigarette smoke, additives-free or not still turned his nose.
He shrugged. To each their own he liked to say, the cowboy wasn't hurting anyone.
As Sevvi got up to go, Kaz followed. He left his coffee mug in the sink and turned to her before moving back to his spot in the cargo bay. "I appreciate the smooth flying, cap-" he caught himself and smiled, "Sevvi."
The cargo hold was only a few steps down the hall, but with most of the crew either still in the bunks or in the mess, Kaz would take this time to get changed. He waited for Holly to finish first, although she was in her tent he didn't want to fuck up what had been a pretty decent introduction by letting her step out and see the merc naked. Once she was out and packing away her tiny tent, Kaz went over to his duffel and pulled out his fresh clothes.
Kaz stripped quickly, the chill air of the cargo hold was a definite incentive to move faster. He pulled up a pair of army-issue cargo pants - he'd have pockets for days. Then came a dark tank top and hoodie overtop, with fingerless gloves to keep his hands quick on the draw. When he looked down at what remained of his arsenal, a pang of regret sat in his stomach. He had to pawn off most of the firepower he'd had back on Fortuna, all he had left now was his H&S .45 Service Pistol, a Solensan 9mm SMG with an extra magazine, and a pair of knives.
He affixed his holster to his left leg and slid the pistol into its place. It wasn't a fancy lock with biometrics as many mercs had, Kaz had found that often times the more complex you made a simple thing, the more likely it was to fail. One knife laid hidden against his lumbar, while the other went into his boot - one to find and one to hide, another tip from chapter four. He left the SMG in the bag, magazine ejected but close just in case. Once he was ready to go he secured his bag and went back to the mess hall.
When he came back in, the cowboy's cigarette was the topic of discussion. It was warranted, but Kaz wouldn't give him a hard time about it as long as he was polite. Golden Rule No. 3: Always be considerate of your surroundings and others. Bestseller my ass. Maybe he'd benefit from a quick read through Kaz's book? He knew the Toian could definitely use it.
A boot up the ass would probably be better though.
At least the fruit was fresh! The doctor? No, she looked closer to a med-student maybe. She still had a good attitude and nowhere near enough stress lines. She'd laid out a large bowl on the counter, what a darling. "Hey, thanks!" Kaz said as he picked out a few berries. "I can't remember the last time I had anything this fresh. Army rations prefer everything dry as all hell." He munched slow and hummed in approval. Nectar of heaven.
It was rare to find such kind company, Kaz would enjoy it as long as he could.
Right after Sevvi came two more passengers - Forty-Five and Six ironically. Six was another colonial, or at least he thought. He didn't have the typical swagger of someone born on a Federation world. He seemed like an alright guy, a little silly with his cowboy get-up, and the cigarette? Kaz kicked the habit a few years back, well it kicked him first. The smell of cigarette smoke, additives-free or not still turned his nose.
He shrugged. To each their own he liked to say, the cowboy wasn't hurting anyone.
As Sevvi got up to go, Kaz followed. He left his coffee mug in the sink and turned to her before moving back to his spot in the cargo bay. "I appreciate the smooth flying, cap-" he caught himself and smiled, "Sevvi."
The cargo hold was only a few steps down the hall, but with most of the crew either still in the bunks or in the mess, Kaz would take this time to get changed. He waited for Holly to finish first, although she was in her tent he didn't want to fuck up what had been a pretty decent introduction by letting her step out and see the merc naked. Once she was out and packing away her tiny tent, Kaz went over to his duffel and pulled out his fresh clothes.
Kaz stripped quickly, the chill air of the cargo hold was a definite incentive to move faster. He pulled up a pair of army-issue cargo pants - he'd have pockets for days. Then came a dark tank top and hoodie overtop, with fingerless gloves to keep his hands quick on the draw. When he looked down at what remained of his arsenal, a pang of regret sat in his stomach. He had to pawn off most of the firepower he'd had back on Fortuna, all he had left now was his H&S .45 Service Pistol, a Solensan 9mm SMG with an extra magazine, and a pair of knives.
He affixed his holster to his left leg and slid the pistol into its place. It wasn't a fancy lock with biometrics as many mercs had, Kaz had found that often times the more complex you made a simple thing, the more likely it was to fail. One knife laid hidden against his lumbar, while the other went into his boot - one to find and one to hide, another tip from chapter four. He left the SMG in the bag, magazine ejected but close just in case. Once he was ready to go he secured his bag and went back to the mess hall.
When he came back in, the cowboy's cigarette was the topic of discussion. It was warranted, but Kaz wouldn't give him a hard time about it as long as he was polite. Golden Rule No. 3: Always be considerate of your surroundings and others. Bestseller my ass. Maybe he'd benefit from a quick read through Kaz's book? He knew the Toian could definitely use it.
A boot up the ass would probably be better though.
At least the fruit was fresh! The doctor? No, she looked closer to a med-student maybe. She still had a good attitude and nowhere near enough stress lines. She'd laid out a large bowl on the counter, what a darling. "Hey, thanks!" Kaz said as he picked out a few berries. "I can't remember the last time I had anything this fresh. Army rations prefer everything dry as all hell." He munched slow and hummed in approval. Nectar of heaven.
It was rare to find such kind company, Kaz would enjoy it as long as he could.