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Fly Me Off the Moon.
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The video
feed cuts in, fuzzy at first, before growing clearer. It’s still
obviously not the best of cameras. At first the view is simply of a
chair pressed against the back wall of what appears to be an older
looking ship. Some may recognize it as a D5-Mantis. This changes when
a chiss enters the frame, taking the seat, and resting back in it.
She is covered in armor which seems to be a mixture of metal and
cloth, with the clothing hanging down slightly to about the back of
her knees. Her head is the only part of her not covered in metal. Her
features appear to be that commonly associated with chiss. Blue skin,
red eyes. Her hair is dyed pink.
She smirked
offering the camera a small wave, “Hey there. Was kinda bored,
sitting on this moon and all. Figured I’d get myself something to
do. I’ve heard everybody’s doing these, so hell. Why not? Not
that anybody’ll see it. ‘Less I end up dead, and somebody’s
going through my crap.” She tapped her chin, smirking wider,
“Actually, I take it back. You won’t be able to go through my
crap. It’ll be gone.”
“Quick
introductions,” she said, motioning first to herself,
“Serd’aeri’asai, if ya want my maiden name, Daeria if you wanna
pull the core name outta that. Daeria Malcolm for my full name now.
Got married after a bad night of drinking. Or a good night, I guess
depending on who you are. Maybe you’ve heard that from my husband
or somethin’. I really don’t give a damn. Bad exposition done.”
She tapped the metal wall behind her, “This here’s Harbinger.
Harbinger’s a D5-Mantis. Say hello, Harbinger.” No voice
followed, and she simply grinned, “What? Were you expecting it to
talk? It’s a kriffin’ ship. Freaks.”
“So, guess maybe you’ll want a
little about me?” She leaned back, staring up at the ceiling,
“Let’s see. I enjoy long walks to my target, quiet night time
assaults on guarded compounds, and hunting. People, that is. Not a
kriffing animal. That’s freaking boring if you ask me. And yeah
yeah, I’m somebody would tell me that animals can be a challenge
and blah blah blah. I don’t really care. That’s what I think.
I’ll stick with what I think. I’m an accountant, you’d probably
call it a bounty hunter, but accountant sounds nicer, so screw you.
Not the best at my job, but pretty damn good at it if I can say so
myself.”
“What have I been up to. Let’s
see. Been stuck on the freaking moon, but now that I’m done with my
job here,” she idly picked up a blaster from her belt, looking it
over, “Probably be leaving soon. And as a note to self, log pistol
number…” She trailed off, squinting, “What’re we up to. One
three seven? Eight? Something along those lines. I’m sure some
people’ll be happy to see me gone. I swear, I see one more military
idiot who gets all uppity with me, so help him…” She grinned at
the camera again, “Just my luck, I guess. First I have to deal with
General Greenhorn, who’s got some stick shoved so far up his ass
you could probably use him as a puppet. Hell, had to work with
him once. Heaven forbid he crack a smile and have some kriffing fun,
right?” She laughed, “Like I don’t know how big of an ass I am.
I do, and trust me Greenhorn, you ain’t exactly perfect either.”
She waved at the camera, “Thanks Xul, for settin’ me up on that
little play date. I hated your guts that entire day, and I’m sure
as hell he did too. ‘Least I suckered him into payin’ me,
though.”
“There’s one here, who I swear to
something, I just wanna take his dumb red hat, and shove it over his
face, hold my hand over his nose and mouth, use the other one to just
squeeze his throat,” she began to mime her actions as if she were
holding a struggling person, “And just hold, and wait.” She
stopped, going back to her relaxed position, “But that isn’t
gonna happen. ‘Least not yet. He gets a mark put on his head, oh I
tell you. He’s dead. Maybe shock his ass and watch him shake. One
of ‘em punched me. That was a surprise. Didn’t think he’d have
it in him. Guess he’s having marital issues. He can get in line on
that train. You wanna talk ‘bout not seein’ your spouse, buddy,
try four freakin’ years. But I guess you want to see ‘er.
I just don’t get that, but hey. Whatever.”
“Not that the Sith are any better,
all ‘I’m better than you and so broody and scary’! Like I care,
buddy. One of these days I’m sure I’ll tick one of them off too.
Guess we’ll see. You can’t ever say I’m lying, though. I just
call it as I see it. Maybe misinformed, but sure as hell not lying.”
She sighed, “So where from here.
Guess I could stick around to see what comes up. Something’s going
on, I guess. People are making a big deal over a bunch of stuff I
don’t know about. Folks being snatched by people or something.
Might get in on that, maybe it’ll pay. If it doesn’t pay well
enough, I can turn it into something that will, I’m sure. People
love that good old classic double agent story don’t they?” She
shook her head, “Or not. Like I need to be getting involved in crap
like that. Stay low, stick to the work, get paid, repeat. It’s
worked thus far.”
“Not that I’ll have to worry about
running out of work any time soon. There’s still a lot of people
left in this galaxy. Somebody is gonna want somebody dead.”
The chiss stands, walking out of
the frame which shuts off quicker than it took for it to come on.
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