RidOv Chpt-14

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==Ridiculously Overboard!! (A Captain Roberts Tale!!)Chapter 14 - Fate of a Daughter==
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Repairing the damage...
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...from her escape, and the infections from her unhealed surgical wounds, required calories and protein. Fighting those infections also required calories and proteins, along with vitamin supplements and medicines.
The arms dealer who had supplied the ship to the Outworlds before the uprising, had included some 'black market' SLDF gear, including a number of Nighthawk power armors modified for vacuum operations as marine suits.
Amanda even found one that fit...mostly. it squeezed her chest hard, and she had to wrap herself to wear it, but the joints were in the right places and she could see out the faceplate with the helmet on.
The food stores left by the previous owner were not edible by anyone's imagination. Getting food had been the priority when she selected a Clanner Merchant JumpShip whose dropship was too far away to turn around.
She chose the food that matched what had been aboard the shuttle she'd stolen, because she KNEW what those labels meant, and that it wouldn't make her sick.
Her 'partner' had helped plan the raid, acknowledging that leaving survivors was the only way she could make herself known, and by being Known, draw recruits and followers.
So, a daring raid...for food and information.
Because Information is useful, knowing where the occupiers were moving, who they were dealing with...who they feared to deal with.
All useful information.
She celebrated with "the Red meal" and recycled water from the ship's filtration tanks.
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"Investigator Seron! My Daughter would never associate with Pirates!!" Natalie Roberts insisted tearfully. "They must have done something to her!"
you have no idea Seron thought. "I am sorry for your loss, Mrs. Roberts, but yes, she did, she has, she has declared herself to be a 'Great Pirate', and even..." he played the recording again. "...I'm the greatest Pirate you've ever seen, or ever will see, and I'm far, far, too amazing to be taken in by the likes of you!!"
"She's...alive! Can't the Clan at least do something to bring her back??"
"We are working on that, yes." Seron said firmly. "I need information, Madame. Her likes, her dislikes, her personality, places she might..." want to go or feel safe "...try to flee to if she escapes her captors."
"Amanda loved books." John Roberts was a rarity-an actual, prosperous farmer outside the main 'city' on their colony, well respected and his wife was a dentist with a good practice. "She adored these silly romantic adventure novels, and travel stories. We half thought she'd gotten lost or run away during the incident."
"May I have a look?" Seron asked. "Her living quarters, you have left it as it was?"
"Yes."
The girl's room was a testimony to loneliness and social maladjustment of a studious mind trapped in obscurity. the book-shelf was crammed with offprints and paperback novels with titles like Love's Reavers, Planet of the Dead, and The Princess Bride.
"The...dread...pirate...Roberts." Romance and fantasy novels. A thousand years of classical literature.
She is living out a fantasy, but with real blood and real weapons and real harm.
Seron lived for the weird cases...but sometimes...
He searched further in the room, finding a drawing easel and butcher paper covered in sketches.
Vivid scenes. 
Dragons, and sailing ships, swashbuckling swordsmen and treasure chests...
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