Thread: Atroxa & Alenaeon

Astraia stared out the port beside her, out into the inky blackness of space. She was told that for people who grew up planet side, the vastness of space could be unnerving, and while she had lived on Berkenstein for most of her youth, they had traveled enough when she was grown up that space had never really bothered her. And now she'd spent the last six years living on the Citadel with her father. Her mother was gone most of the time. Her parents were still married, but they lived very separate lives, they didn't hate one another, but they didn't love one another either. She thought they might have once, but right now they seemed content with the arrangement they had. She hoped her father was okay, and wondered what was happening on the Citadel, what that huge ship had been. A Geth ship? It hadn't looked like anything she had ever seen before. It had almost looked... alive. In the cock pit, pilot and co-pilot were checking all of the ship's read outs, making sure that everything was in order. Jumping through the Relays put a lot of strain on a ship, and it was dangerous to try and go through if anything was wrong. It could get everyone killed, and neither of them particularly felt liked dying today. They'd already escaped one deadly situation, that was more than enough for one day. They were both so lost in thought, thinking about the chaos they had just left and wanting so badly to get to the safety of the Home System that they didn't notice the soft glowing ping on their radar indicating an approaching ship. So both men jumped a little when the console rang softly, indicating an incoming transmission. They looked at one another, surprised, and worried, and only then looked at the radar. Shit, the pilot growled, Please dear god don't let this be what I think it is. He pressed the button to accept the transmission, and a Turian's plated face shimmered into view, and the recording played. Both men felt their hearts drop into their stomachs. Tell the mercs, The pilot ordered his co pilot and the younger man hurried into the cabin. We're being ordered to allow some pirates to board, He told them, eyes wide. The mercenary in charge, though there were only two, was a grizzled man who Astraia was pretty sure was a former marine and a growl rumbled in his chest, sneering to show teeth slightly yellowed from a heavy smoking habit. Fucking pirates, His voice was scratchy from smoking as well. What do we do? The co-pilot asked. The mercenary narrowed his eyes, Let them board, they'll just try to shoot us if we run. We'll handle them once they get on board. This ship is bullet proof right? He meant the interior, he knew the exterior had only minimal shielding to handle the overpowered ship ammo, but the interior was built up to handle small arms fire. Yeah, it can handle anything but a rocket launcher, the co-pilot nodded. Let's hope the bastards don't have one of those, He muttered before the co-pilot left. He looked to Astraia now, Miss Braddock, we're going to have to put you back in the captain's quarters, you stay in there until I say alright? She hated the way he talked to her, like she was some kind of child, too simple minded and soft to understand much of anything. Astraia frowned and stood, Very well. Her tone was sharp, annoyed, but she managed to keep the worry out of it. She didn't want to show that. Pirates made a lot of things run through her mind, and she didn't like any of them. John, the other mercenary, walked her back to the captain's quarters, which annoyed her, she could walk down the hall on her own, and she went and sat on the bed once the door closed behind her. Back in the cock pit, the pilot had flipped on the recorder as soon as his co-pilot returned, This is pilot Gregory Vance of the Kalistrad , we will comply with your request. He turned it back off and sent it, and glanced at his co-pilot, wondering what was going to happen next. They got out their own fire arms, knowing that out in the cabin, the mercenaries were lying in wait for their 'visitors'. Usually Gregory would think two mercenaries against a bunch of pirates was just ridiculous. But Alexander Braddock was one of the richest humans alive, he could afford the best. The men in the cabin were one man armies.