Thread: The St. Anne

Thomyris Riz Heroux Location Bridge Tagged Iona Knutedottir, Donovan And just like that, it was decided. Thomyris went tight lipped behind her helm, only her light eyes visible through the visor as the Captain made her decision. No rest for the wicked naturally. She certainly didnt feel comfortable with how the Captain seemed to inspect her before answering her inquiry. And Donovan . It was hard to ignore his eyes on anything, bright and illuminous as they were. Thomyris didnt doubt his capacity to follow through on his threatening boasts. Thomyris wasnt like most of her fellow crew, ex-military or some other of the sort. She was just a runaway, trying to hide, living every moment as it came. It had kept her alive for this long. Could it persist in doing so? A looming sense of foreboding began to fill her heart, causing it to soar and create a hollowing in her chest, in which the icy fingers of fear could creep in. It was nothing out of the ordinary. She went through this anxious ordeal at every stop they went to, though most of the time it was unfounded. Yet even after two years on the run, she could not shake it off fully. They were out there, looking for her. She put a brave face on it, heeding the Captains instructions. A hard suit? Are we going EVA? What for? It was a strange request, entirely unexpected. They werent staying on the ship or going planet-side it seemed. She could only gasp a short sigh of relief before Donovan added his two cents. Her brow furrowed as she was handed a stun baton, which she reached out and took hesitantly. The grip and handle of the cylinder object felt much like a particular pickaxe had, numbing her arm with the reverberations as she bashed that perverted debt collector to death. Her eyes jerked immediately back up when Donovan ridiculed her knife instead, causing her to scoff in reply. I know how to use the ears on my head, thank you. She remarked drily, though with a half-smile, taking the baton and clipping it to a magnetic holder on her own belt. But I will keep that in mind. I just hope I wont have to put it to any use. Thank you she thought, more genuinely than her open sarcasm. While the others wrapped up, Thomyris brought up her datapad and made a quick note of the location of hard suits, requesting access to fetch the Captains and a generic one from the armoury. Donovan took off and she made to follow. Ill see you at the Ventral Bay, Captain. She stated and turned on her heel and marched off as well to perform her immediate instructions. Two suits, which she retrieved and hauled through the gravity-less corridors, to the ships ventral bay deep within its belly. It was an air-locked room and it was a safety precaution for one to adorn themselves first in a sealed suit before even stepping into the bay. The Captains suit was no doubt the best quality, whereas hers was a more bulky and padded suit, which would take an arduous process to adorn herself in. Fetching the suits wouldnt take the entire half-cycle she had been allotted either, but there was nothing else for Thomyris to do. She did however send the shuttle Annie a worded message bidding them safe travels and when Captain Knutesdottir did arrive, she would find Thomyris busying herself in a spot-inspection of both suits, ensuring there was no rips, gaps, or other defections that could introduce one to the cold vacuum of space very soon. Alls ready, Captain. Do you need assistance with yours? Thomyris asked, inadvertently letting her eyes fall down the Captains lean frame, before catching herself. Focus, Ris! She had long since forbidden any such notions to herself. Not until she was freed of her previous obligations to the treasury of certain corporations and interests. I assume we are going to make some repairs on the exterior hull of the Anne? Thomyris inquired, attempting to learn more of what they would be up to as they began to prep themselves into the sealed suits. As she pulled it up over her lower torso, her hand brushed the stun baton Donovan had given her, pausing for a moment. She thought about unclipping it and setting it on the exterior belt of the suit, rather than on her jumpsuit inside where it would be stuck. Yet she decided against it. Donovan may have meant well, but I can take care of myself no matter what anyone thinks. I wont be needing this She left it on her belt and pulled her hard suit over it.