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The Cancer / Perlious Cargo of a Mercurial Nature (Rhi!) (M)
« on: March 03, 2015, 07:00:10 pm »
Ahh!
It felt so good to finally breathe unfiltered air. He didn’t know how long it’d been since the last time he’d been ‘outside’ in the real world, but all that mattered was that it was here and it was his. He’d made it, he was out of that blasted facility. The only thing that would’ve made it sweeter were if it had blown up or suffered some crippling accident in the process. But Cal took his hand where he could.
Fugitives could only afford to be so picky.
Despite his current setting, Cal wasn’t dumb enough yet to think he was home free. He’d only been here a day and already he was sick of ducking his head down. He had to find a way to get off this space station and fast. But with nothing more than the clothes on his back and the credits he’d managed to pickpocket and the cellphone he tucked away, he didn’t have much in the way of offering payment for a ride.
Much less even knew where he wanted to go. Well, he supposed anywhere as far away from TRIM was good enough for him. And if someone asked, Aedolis. Because hey, why not!? Maybe, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to head back to the old stomping ground, see if any of his old contacts were still around…
Calixte vanished easily through the crowd. The docking bays were sprawled all over the space station, no reason guards had to be everywhere at once. The best thing to do was to just play it cool. Going haywire wasn’t going to do him any good. And the last thing he wanted was to end up from once cell right back into another.
But when he saw two “Reds” walking behind him, seemingly in his general direction, Cal turned around into Docking Bay 1435. The very thought sent the hackles standing on end on the back of his neck. Were they following him? He couldn’t tell. Just when he looked over his shoulder, his body collided with a dock worker, knocking him over.
“Watch where you’re going, scum mucker!” she spat, climbing to her feet.
Fuck! If anything was going to get the Reds’ attention, that sure was!
Cal wasted no time apologizing and moved around stacks of cargo, caches and crates, and took a hat from someone’s head that was busy jotting something over a clipboard and a leather jacket left hanging beside a work station and flung it over his shoulders. He leaned over another man’s shoulder, feeling the Reds coming closer to where he was.
He looked at the corner of his eye and saw the two of them conversing with a dock manager, and one pointed off in his direction. Fuuuuuuck….. Calixte threw the collar of the jacket up, to partly conceal his face and walked cooly up the ramp of the ship nearest him. The two Reds called after him, barking a sharp, “Hey you!”
But he didn’t hear them. OBVIOUSLY! Got important crew business to get to! As soon as he was on board, Cal scrambled off to the side, banking right and thankfully finding the ship largely empty…or so he assumed…and ran off down the corridor. When he found the cargo hold, he scrambled left and threw himself behind a set of crates, hearing boots boarding the ship.
It felt so good to finally breathe unfiltered air. He didn’t know how long it’d been since the last time he’d been ‘outside’ in the real world, but all that mattered was that it was here and it was his. He’d made it, he was out of that blasted facility. The only thing that would’ve made it sweeter were if it had blown up or suffered some crippling accident in the process. But Cal took his hand where he could.
Fugitives could only afford to be so picky.
Despite his current setting, Cal wasn’t dumb enough yet to think he was home free. He’d only been here a day and already he was sick of ducking his head down. He had to find a way to get off this space station and fast. But with nothing more than the clothes on his back and the credits he’d managed to pickpocket and the cellphone he tucked away, he didn’t have much in the way of offering payment for a ride.
Much less even knew where he wanted to go. Well, he supposed anywhere as far away from TRIM was good enough for him. And if someone asked, Aedolis. Because hey, why not!? Maybe, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to head back to the old stomping ground, see if any of his old contacts were still around…
Calixte vanished easily through the crowd. The docking bays were sprawled all over the space station, no reason guards had to be everywhere at once. The best thing to do was to just play it cool. Going haywire wasn’t going to do him any good. And the last thing he wanted was to end up from once cell right back into another.
But when he saw two “Reds” walking behind him, seemingly in his general direction, Cal turned around into Docking Bay 1435. The very thought sent the hackles standing on end on the back of his neck. Were they following him? He couldn’t tell. Just when he looked over his shoulder, his body collided with a dock worker, knocking him over.
“Watch where you’re going, scum mucker!” she spat, climbing to her feet.
Fuck! If anything was going to get the Reds’ attention, that sure was!
Cal wasted no time apologizing and moved around stacks of cargo, caches and crates, and took a hat from someone’s head that was busy jotting something over a clipboard and a leather jacket left hanging beside a work station and flung it over his shoulders. He leaned over another man’s shoulder, feeling the Reds coming closer to where he was.
He looked at the corner of his eye and saw the two of them conversing with a dock manager, and one pointed off in his direction. Fuuuuuuck….. Calixte threw the collar of the jacket up, to partly conceal his face and walked cooly up the ramp of the ship nearest him. The two Reds called after him, barking a sharp, “Hey you!”
But he didn’t hear them. OBVIOUSLY! Got important crew business to get to! As soon as he was on board, Cal scrambled off to the side, banking right and thankfully finding the ship largely empty…or so he assumed…and ran off down the corridor. When he found the cargo hold, he scrambled left and threw himself behind a set of crates, hearing boots boarding the ship.