Thread: The Lady and the Wolf - Penitency x Praxis

There was an audible click as her mic shut off and was replaced by an automated droning sound accompanied by a red light. It blared its makeshift alarm three times in pulsating succession before a mechanical voice answered back. Invalid response. Resubmit acceptable keyword, Officer Gray. She had resorted to using the craft's rudimentary AI. She giggled behind the screen as he slammed his fist into the bay door that sealed him out and her in from the harsh slaps of wind that curled around his coat and booted feet. After a beat the robotic male's voice continued in it's deadpan flatness. You have three more attempts. Failure to submit an acceptable keyword will result in a forty-five minute lockout. Please submit acceptable keyword to be in compliance with Outerworld Colonies Act Three Oh Eight. Thank you. He knew the password, of course. She doubted very much that someone like him could forget something as simple as that. She was merely toying with him to passively attempt at correcting his generally surly behavior. And it was the long pauses in between the recorded messages that the true aggravation surely crept up his spine. During which the intercom would not receive any information until it's message had been played in full. After what felt like an eternity the outer door hissed and began to open. Had it not been for her own desperate need to abandon this location and return home she likely could have let him deal with the automated system for as long as it took him. He'd surely have banged and kicked at the door a few more times in his blind rage at the girl's constant and needless shows of force. A reminder that though they technically operated from opposite ends of the same machine, their functions were enormously different. And she, technically , outranked him. As trivial as details like that actually were when in the field. Made worse that it was no secret she was the youngest in her position by a large margin. How she achieved that was easily deduced as well. He was allowed entrance onto the craft's lift and into the sealed interior chamber. She was already at the helm of the large, open space inputting commands into a small terminal. She would set their course for one of the tractor lines that stretched from the nearest docking station several miles above ground. From there they would literally be towed by magnetic force into the sky and deposited in a housing lot full of exploring craft identical to theirs. Officer Hawthorne. She called to him, though did not turn to acknowledge his presence. ...would you please open the hatch. Would've been a more acceptable request. And as much of a pain as you may think I am, these two-bit droids are a lot worse. Finally she spun from her perch some feet above him, swiveling in a suspended captain's chair and favoring him with a scornful narrowing of her eyes. She'd pulled her long train of curls back, tying it in a high and loose ponytail. A decision that made her appear decidedly younger than she already was and worked only to de-weaponize any of the venom in her voice. Her flight-suit -some dusty bluish piece that did little to accentuate the girl's figure, had been unzipped below the swell of her chest, leaving only the off-white ribbing of a tank top to cling to her ample breasts. A habit she rather enjoyed was watching as men's eyes nervously darted from her own piercing blue gaze to the generous valley of her breasts. They simply couldn't help themselves. And the agony of not wanting to settle too long on either had often nearly reduced her to laughing fits. The highlight of their day, no doubt. Oogling a pair of tits that had cost more to grow than was put into the entire ramshackle design of some of the lower colonies. Despite the outside air's rather frigid howl, the interior of the craft was nearly sweltering, her pale skin damp with sweat. She had clearly been basking in the lap of comparative luxury while he'd been...doing whatever it was that he did out there. She went back to ignoring him, fixing her attention down at her boots which she began to hurriedly unlace. She kicked them haphazardly from her small feet and let them clatter to the open space below, paying him little mind. Besides. How was I supposed to know some Fugee didn't have a knife to your throat? You smell. Like them . She said with an air of disinterest. As if addressing an unwelcome guest or a servant. One would guess that the two were very much the same to a girl like her. You should shower. It'll be a while before we're in range of the tractor line. I don't want to smell... that ...the entire time.