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What does a pirate do when they need new equipment? They can't just go into a store or place an order like a civilised member of society. No; when a pirate needs some more kit they just do what they do best; their job.
For the crew of The Vanquisher; it was a day of doing just that. The klaxon sounded around mid morning; denouncing the imminent approach of a ship worthy of their attentions. Dante, at the time, had been attempting to snatch a few hours of sleep after a particularly large raid last night until she was jolted awake by the impossibly loud sound.
"What've we got?"
The pirate had asked, striding onto the bridge with an air of ferocious importance having already stopped at the gun locker. She jogged up the few steps that led to the captains chair before leaning over Lars shoulder, accepting the mug of coffee trust into her hands by Irwin.
"An opportunity to stock up, that's what. The junker's practically an unofficial armoury with the number of crates of the stuff it has tucked away."
Lars explained; keying in a short sequence to transfer the information from small screen to the larger one that materialised in the middle of the bridge. Dante leant back against the controls, taking contemplative sips of the black coffee. She nodded for him to continue, her gaze level and stoic.
"It's a bloody ancient thing with security as effective as an open door. My best guess is just to go over and case the joint to see if any of it is of value."
Lars concluded, taking a gulp of his own coffee. Dante by now had finished hers and was swirling the dregs around in the bottom of the cup whilst she stared intently at the display in front of her. The bridge had fallen silent; all eyes were on her as she stepped closer and closer to the screen before turning away with a flourish and chucking the coffee cup to Irwin.
"Computer, find us a point of entry and set a course."
"We're going in?"
"Like hell we are!"
The crew scrambled to follow her, grabbing bits and pieces of kit on the way to the teleporters. With a ship and shipment this size; it was just easier to teleport. Dante jumped up into the column with almost childish glee, marred by the malevolent glint in her eye.
"Irwin and Dax work towards the front; Lars and I'll go the other way. Lets go shopping!" She exclaimed with a sly smile, pressing a set of buttons that enveloped her and her crew in a blinding white light before dissipating. That blinding white light burst into existence in the hold of the junker and deposited four crew members, poised and ready. And with silent and deadly efficiency; they departed.
All was quiet. Monotonously so. Taryn could feel the muscles in her legs twitch from lack of use. She plucked a single long shiv of metal, and absently picked her teeth with it. Not that there was a need to. Her teeth were pristine. She leaned back in her seat, plopping her feet up on the console of the TARDIS and leaned her head back with a groan of tedious and seemingly unending boredom. The only sounds to be heard were the gentle thrum of the engine as The TARDIS hovered pointlessly at it's current location. Oh.. And the sound of her companion, Jessie, shuffling excitedly just behind her as he explored the TARDIS's computer systems. “Oy! You think you could be any louder back there, kid?”
And as if to answer her question, there came a loud bang as something clattered to the floor. Taryn's pale blue eyes narrowed, but she didn't stir from her position. “Apparently you can..” There was a nervous chuckle as he adjusted his glasses, stooping down to pick up an arm full of computer components. She lazily kicked off from her console to spin the seat around and she looked at him. “What... are you even doing?”
“I'm just updating some of the software. I noticed the monitor wasn't working so I figured it had something to do with the relays. You don't mind, do you?”
Taryn arched a brow at him. “Just don't break anything”. This kid had only been her companion for about a week. A simple human, but not from Earth. He had been from a space station somewhere near a star that had gone supernova. Unlike everyone else who had panicked and fled the station, Jessie had stayed behind to try and strengthen the shields to a hundred times past their usual capacity. He had succeeded, but with no one else to run the station, Jessie had no choice but to send out a distress beacon for some kind of rescue. That's how they meet.
And a week later, Jessie seemed to prove something of a computer genius. Annoying as his wide eyed school boy antics could be, Taryn had to admit, the kid was useful. Kid? It suddenly dawned on her than she had never bothered to ask how old he was. She finally willed herself out of her seat and strode over to the station he was apparently trying to repair. “Hey, kid.. Just how old are you, anyway? You don't look old enough to even know how a TARDIS relay works.”
“I'm old enough” he huffed at her, not looking at the Time Lady.
“That ain't what I asked. How old are you?”
“Seventeen.. Is that a problem?”
Taryn's hand promptly went to her face with a groan. So he actually WAS a kid. Brilliant. She was about to voice as much with a tone of disdain when the monitor of her console finally flickered to life. Jessie gave her a smug grin as he pushed his glasses back against his face as if to dare her to make a comment about his age again. “Okay, you've earned you keep for a while. But I'm not a babysitter and I'm not into the whole 'Let's go explore the Galaxy!' crap. I was going to just dump you on the next rock I came across” she lied casually. “But, you obviously have potential, kid.”
Jessie just beamed at her as he raked his fingers through his hair and pointed at the monitor. “Incomming message, By the way.. what do I even call you? Goddess... seems a little awkward, you know?”
“Taryn, if you insist on calling me something other than Goddess.” she replied drily as she looked up at the monitor. A freighter ship was looking just ahead, in pretty piss poor condition, from the looks of it. It didn't take a computer genius to infiltrate the security systems to get a good look at the manifest list. A feral gleam shimmered in her eyes as she looked over at Jessie. “Hold on to something, Kid. We're making an unscheduled stop!” and her hands jerked the controls of the TARDIS sending it careening towards the freighter, with the cloaking device engaged, of course. “They had a rather long laundry list of goodies they shouldn't have on this ship.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm gonna lighten their load a bit, of course” And she grabbed her gun holster from the console seat and reached under the console for a long barrel laser rifle.
“Don't... you think a knife would be a little less conspicuous?”
“Like hell you are. You sit your ass in that chair and don't move”
“But..!”
Taryn pointed her finger in a downward position like commanding a dog to sit and stay Jessie huffed indignantly and crossed his arms, throwing himself into the seat and glaring at her sulkily. “You want to help? I need you out of my way, and out of danger if things go south, Kid.” She picked up a small simple head set that had a clear blue lens that covered one eye, complete with an ear piece and mic. “You can still talk to me, if you get bored. Plus. I need you here in case I need a quick extraction.”
“Extraction? What are you, some kind of Pirate?” he asked, sounding somewhat scandalized by her choice of words.
“Mercenary, Kid.. Mercenary.. Pirate is such a dirty word now a days.” And with that, she beamed herself on board.
The ship creaked ominously with every step, giving the Dante feeling that with one wrong move the entire thing could crumble apart. Something apparently was holding it together, though aside from sheer grit and determination Dante couldn't fathom exactly what. With Lars at her heels like an obedient puppy, Dante crept through the bowels of the ship, scanning each door they came across to try to find something of value that the scanners had picked up not so long ago.
There were crates, there were doors, there were even the remains of cameras, but what this entire ship was lacking was... people. Where were they? Dante frowned over at Lars, who seemed to be sharing the same train of thought before continuing through the next set of double doors and into another large vault. Crates were stacked to the ceiling, and with one scan revealed a numerous amount of weapons, probably more than Vanq's AI had originally estimated.
"Check the other side and see what there is, then start moving crates back to Vanq's hold. I doubt we're the only ones who've seen this lot. I'll 'ave a word with the others and see what they've found."
Dante ordered, keeping her voice just below a whisper and pointed over to the corner and motioning for Lars to start. With a barely perceptible nod, Dante pressed a finger to a small device looped over the top of her ear and static cracked into life.
"What's on your end Irwin? We're gonna start to ship the loot back now, anything good?" She spoke into the communicator in a low voice, casting a glance around the room she was in as she spoke. "The usual illegal grind, some gems though. We'll start shipping to the lower hold. Not all of this looks stable to be honest." Dante nodded, whispering conformation.
"Erm, one last thing Captain... doesn't it seem a bit quiet to you?" Irwin's uncertain voice drifted over the comms to the point where even Lars turned around from the crate he was inspecting to give her a poignant stare. "You're not the only one who's noticed that." She said with an uneasy sigh. "Try not to let it get to you, the quicker we get this lot across she quicker we can be out ourselves." A reluctant agreement from Irwin was drowned out by an impromptu warping noise and a flash of light in the middle of the room. Looks like it was quiet no longer.
Dante pulled the gun from her back and held it lazily pointing at the flash of light, leaning against the wall with a nonchalant grin on her face. Lars abandoned the crate to come and stand behind her, but Dante waved him away and whispered for him to go back to the Vanquisher to start loading up the crates. There was nothing they could do here with that in the room. Reluctantly, though Dante was not one to budge, Lars rolled his eyes and beamed back across leaving Dante and whoever, or whatever, was in the middle of that light. Time to find out..
She smirked as Jessie seemed to pout at being left behind. She closed her eyes as she was batched in light and her body was broken down at the molecular level. It was disorientating and somewhat frightening, no matter how many times she did it. There was always the chance that somehow she miscalculated her destination and could ended up materializing inside a wall. Or that the transmitters malfunctioned in the middle of transport and she would have to spend the rest of eternity as nothing more than downloaded information.
She always held her breath when being transmitted. Once she felt her feet one solid ground.. well.. solid enough, she finally let go of that breath and let a smirk creep across her lips. Another successful beam down. One day, she would eventually learn to put more faith in her TARDIS. The beam of light eventually faced and that was when the stench hit her. Decaying metal and gathering dust. This freighter was a ghost ship. Her pale blue eyes narrowed as the hairs at the back of her neck stood on end. She wasn't alone. She couldn't pinpoint where, but she knew someone was watching her.
She immediately spun around, pulling two heavily modified laser riffles from her back holsters and pointing them ahead of her, taking a moment to survey the interior. She did a slow turn, leaving one riffle pointed in one direction as her body rotated, guiding the other riffle. Satisfied that nothing was an immediate threat, she holstered them again, but she unclasped the guard strap for the pistol holstered on her thigh. She then tapped the headset. “Okay, Jessie. You've got the helm.. Gimme the layout, kid.”
It took several moments before a young boy's voice crackled back. 'There's something wrong.. The layout on the console and what I'm seeing through your headset don't match.. Something's wrong Taryn.. Want me to pull you out?”
“Don't be such a wuss. Figuring it out is gonna be half the adventure.” she then turned in the general direction of where she could sense someone was standing. “Dontcha think so?”
With an almost bored expression, Dante leant against the packing crate and tapped her thigh with her blaster pistol, nonchalantly casting a glance at the nails on her curled up other hand before placing it back into her pocket. "You're just in time for the party, lady." Dante said, grinning and walking out of the shadows the crates had cast to stand in the middle of the floor. Her stands indicated that she wasn't going anywhere, and the spinning of her blaster pistol through her hand let on to her relaxed demeanour. This woman wasn't going to kill her, the ship was more likely to do that than her right now.
Instead, Dante just nodded with a unnerving grin and scratched at the scales on her face. "Always." The pirate commented, about to say something further but she was cut off by the excruciating noise her headset was giving off. Wincing only slightly, not wanting to show weakness in front of this other lady, she pulled it out of her ear and turned it off before stowing it away in her pocket. The lights on her communicators had died and she had no idea whether Irwin or Dax were still on board. The woman groaned inwardly, raising an eyebrow in the other lady's direction and wondering briefly if she had experienced the same thing.
"Lost communication too?" It was more of a statement than a question, and Dante got the feeling that they both knew the answer without it being asked. The pirate sighed and scratched at her head, checking the charge on both her rifles and getting the unnerving tingling down the back of her neck and spine that she was being watched. What had looked like it'd be a great raid was quickly turning sour.
She smirked as she shrugged, pulling the ear piece out and stuffing it into her pocket. “Either that or Jessie is still pouting that I left him behind. Either way, looks like we're flying blind, Princess” Her tone, while sarcastic, implied a hint of sentimentality. She spoke as if she knew and was comfortable with her. Taryn turned on her heel, her back to Dante, her hands on her hips as she stubbornly surveyed the crumbling ship. “So, apparently the read outs my TARDIS picked up, don't match this ship. The last thing Jessie said before he cut off was that what I was seeing” she tapped the lens over her right eye “And the map he had.. don't match up.”
She huffed a sigh as she pulled the eye piece off as well and crammed it into her pocket. “Well, Sunshine. Something is interfering with our communication to our ships. That is either one hell of a coincidence or someone's toying with us.” she slowly turned to face Dante, blissfully unaware that she didn't have a clue who the hell she was yet. “Just like old times. You up for a little covert Hide and Seek?”
Dante immediately scowled at the nickname. Princess? Yes, she knew she was held in high regard around these parts (and it certainly was warranted) but 'princess'? Really? Surely 'Queen' would fit better? Couldn't they be a little more... creative? Even Dax could do better than that. Whilst the strange woman's tone of voice was bordering on sentimental, Dante's was nothing of the sort. In fact, it was standoffish and hostile, with just a hint of absurd humour.
"We may be flying blind, lady, but my crew will realise something is wrong and work about getting me out. I trust those guys." Dante spoke assuredly, though with a tiny hint of doubt among the conviction, as if she didn't quite believe it to be true. Yes she trusted those guys and they'd risked everything for each other before. Something was messing with her head. What if they really were trapped..? Dante wasn't too bothered about the trapped part... just that she'd be trapped with the woman who found it fit to call her 'princess'. So not cool...
"Vanq appeared to be buzzing about something similar earlier, a lot of these crates are packers too. I bet the whole lot are fakes." The pirate seethed comically sadly and placed her hands on her hips in an eerily similar way to the woman. "Sunshine? Seriously? Look lady, am I meant to know who the hell you are? 'Cause I really don't. I have no clue in hell who you are supposed to be and I don't know of any 'old times' bullshit. I've never seen you before now for the love of anything holy!" Dante ranted at her, her voice sounding confused and angry at the same time and her eyes accusing. What of.. the pirate didn't really know.
She arched a brow at Dante and found herself trying very hard not to smirk, trying very hard to keep her face straight. So this was the first time Dante met her? Well, looks like it was time to just cut to the chase. Dante would figure out who she was later. Right now, this little mystery ship was priority number one. “Good to know you have so much faith in your boys. But I wouldn't hold my breath on this one. If this ship is jamming a TARDIS's communications.. I don't think your old man's ship is gonna make much of a dent.” She paused, looking at Dante for a moment and then shook her head.
“C'mon, kid. Let's see what the hell's going on. The sooner I get back on my TARDIS, the better.. At least before Jessie breaks something.” she said with a frown. She hated the idea of leaving a human teen on her ship unsupervised. Hopefully he didn't do too much poking about. The TARDIS would shock the tar out of him if he did something she didn't like. The TARDIS probably had more attitude than Goddess and Dante combined. As she rounded a corner, she smirked over her shoulder “So, How's Dax's Le-.. er.. Never mind.. I haven't shot him yet, have I.” the smirk faded a little. This is why she hated time travel sometimes, always running into people in the wrong order. “Name's Taryn.. in case you were wondering” she didn't look at her, she was too busy trying to get her read out device to work. Something was interfering with the signal. For a moment, it would show one layout, there'd be a moment of static and then for a split second, there was a blip of a completely different layout. Like two different maps trying to display at once.
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