Disorderly Distribution }{ [Onas & Athena Crew]

[Onas Knox]

Roxie lifted the craft smoothly enough, and Onas finally relaxed. The job was all but done, and for the moment, things were looking profoundly good. He shifted in his seat to get to his cigarettes a little easier, and tugged one out. The captain cleared the ship out, then started some small talk up. Onas held off on lighting his cigarette for a moment to listen, holding his lighter only inches from the tobacco.

"Didn't even get to use my toys, I was looking forward to that part of it all. Figured I'd at least get to have punched someone."

She had an odd look on her face, was it longing, or maybe disappointment? He couldn't tell. She only glanced at him for a moment, then looked straight ahead, her legs propped up, her body casual. He cocked his head sideways a bit at the peculiar comment, and his eyebrows hinted down in curiosity, then, he went ahead and ignited his lighter, burning the open end of his cancer stick into an amber of orange and yellow. He leaned his head back, listening to the whine of the turbines as he let the smoke in his lungs linger.

The freighter was some two miles above the surface when it shuddered hard enough to hurt his relaxed neck, and then something he didn't expect happened...

[Paige Demore]

Priya glanced off and on at Onas, she was waiting for her moment. That one moment where he would let his guard down. She could smell the scent his cigarette let off after it had been lit. She turned her head slightly and saw that her moment had arrived. Swiftly and without warning she moved toward her prey; Onas Knox. Pulling a pair of cuffs from an unknown hiding place as she moved.

Something caused the ship to jerk a bit, perhaps her sudden moving had caused Roxie to jump. It wasn't important right now. Priya quickly grabbed the man's wrists, closing the cold metal bracelets around them. She stood then, stepping on the lit cigarette that had fallen to the floor.

"While I enjoyed this little charade..Onas Knox you are bound by law and under arrest." Keeping an eye on Onas she called out orders for Roxie, "Roxie head towards the randevue point that Lee gave us and get Jeff up here as well."

Priya stayed standing, ready and prepared to make any movement she would need in case Onas decided to make any kind of move against her. She heard Roxie call down to Jeff on the com system. "Do you know the name Marcus Lee Onas? Other than a ship thief what else do you do? The curiosity as to why he would want you has been eating at me. You are good at your job, I give you that."

On the appearance of Jeff on the bridge Priya relaxed just a little, moving back to the chair she occupied before. She still kept her eyes on Onas.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff was winding down the last of the cargo checks when the thud hit the ship shifting a bit of cargo to give that just about to fall look of a few stacks of smallish crates. Quickly giving them a heavy shoulder shove he steadied them, that is about the time when Roxie piped up on the internal coms and in that urgent tone of hers she ask for him to come to the bridge.

A few things went through his mind first off the alliance caught wind and was making their presence known. Yet quickly his mind drifted to worst case that they had attracted a Reaver party's attention and they were next on the to be eaten and raped list, hopefully in that order. With a heavy sigh he brought out one of his heavy stun rods, of the reduced length of 18" in compact mode and 24" in extended mode, into his right hand and his sonic pulse pistol with the other hand which was hidden within his jacket.

Pacing himself he quickly made his way to the bridge. Once there he saw their new help with cuffs on and had thought that Onas might had grabbed her butt. Yet other reasons that he was wanted by the alliance was a better reason but not as funny.

All secured in the hold. Had to readjust some of the crates because of that hip-up. By the way what was that any way?

[Onas Knox]

"While I enjoyed this little charade..Onas Knox you are bound by law and under arrest." Gisselle said almost in his ear. He never had time to ask what she meant, a moment later, she'd wrapped his wrists in the most practical police tool in the verse. So she was a cop after all. Went to a lot of trouble this time, another mile off the planet, he'd technically been out of her jurisdiction. She didn't honestly think some flashy "high-Grade" steel was going to hold his hands in this ridicules fashion, did she? How long could she keep both eyes on him?

Onas let one solitary chuckle go.

"Roxie head towards the rendezvous point that Lee gave us and get Jeff up here as well." His face froze. Onas dropped his cigarette and thought in flashes. Prototype, Sid, Dustin, Eric, Darien, Lee. Lee. Marcus Lee. That was the name, he'd heard it somewhere before. Where had he heard it though? No, he hadn't heard it, he'd read it. On a warrant, or... His eyes searched oblivion as his mind sifted through his memories, looking for the proper one.

The Captain interrupted his thoughts, "Do you know the name Marcus Lee Onas? Other than a ship thief what ..." It was when she said his name. That tickled his nerves. Sprouted the memory.

该死.

Onas had only seen it once, on that Alliance warrant a few months back. No, that wasn't it, The arresting officers name was Bailien. Onas narrowed his eyes, then closed them. It was a name in raw grey metal, printed, no, stamped in metal. Then, images of mussel blasts strobing out of dark corners and cold nights dotted across his mind like white spots across your eyes when you're being asphyxiated. Then all at once, his thoughts merged. Marcus Cedric Lee was on the registration codes of their ill fated last job, and stamped beside the security of the dame thing, on the manufacturing stamp plate. The stamp plate was like dog-tags for a ship. In case you found it out in the black burned and broken, with no black box. Then you could at least know where it had been built. The ships official title was Mir.1.2. There were some interesting systems on it, environmental, navigation, weapons.

That had been months ago. Onas smiled. Dryly. At least now he knew who Gisselle really worked for. He knew what she was now too, maybe it was Jeff. One of them was an Alliance Assassin. And since she was asking the questions, then she didn't know...

Jeff. He looked the part, but he had under-par gear. A stun rod? And a less-lethal pistol? Then there was the Angel insignia he had translucently ingrained in his skin. Onas only briefly saw it in his rearview back in the land car, when Jeff had taken his false id pic. The shabbier gear like Onas' had refractive lighting. But, it was probably just his imagination at this point. An Angel with a stun baton... yeah right. No, on second thought, Jeff was no assassin just an unaverage brute.

Roxie was no killer, that much was a given, and if none of these folk knew who their target was, then they no doubt, did not know who they were delivering Onas too. That job, that 愚笨多余 job! Onas stroked his eyes for a moment, he suddenly had a headache. Until now, he had buried all this in the back of his mind as some laughable, over exaggerated, government, conspiracy theory. But one name changed it from theory, to fact. And this woman, who thought she was in control, was probably going to be eliminated from the situation when her part was played. Marcus wasn't the king, he was just the rook. Onas was pretty sure about that. And this woman, while certainly not a cop or an assassin, was still just mearly a pawn.

Onas thought for a moment. That was a lot too take in, in less than two minutes. Now how did he answer her? If she knew the situation, would she help him, let him go, or kill him and try to disappear herself?

"Its," Onas looked from his distant thought to her eyes, "complicated."

[roxie]

Roxanne was actually excited for this job. She actually was able to go out and about to do something. Flying was an alright job but she like the rush of trying to get away as fast as possible. It had been almost a year since the last time she had done anything worthwhile. That's the last time she had worked with a fellow crew. After departing it seemed too good to be true that Priya had come around. Then she had gotten a job lined up and things seemed to be going smooth. Of course it was just her and Jeff with Priya plus this other guy, Onas. Roxanne didn't have too many questions about what was going on. She mainly wanted to know what type of ship it was. From there she had gone to prepare for the mission. She was already in fairly relaxed clothing so there wasn't much to do. Boots were pulled on with a knife slipped in them. After Roxie pulled her hair out of the way, she grabbed her pistol to slip under her shirt. Being a pilot she hardly kept any weapons on her person. All she could do was trust her spare bullets would be enough and her crew mates would watch her back where she didn't see. One thing was for sure and that was she was a good look out. Whenever she tagged along on a job that's about all she could do until she started to fly.

When Jeff had driven up to the guard, Roxanne had remained out of sight. It was not fun being in a trunk but her eyes remained closed to keep herself from feeling sick. Once they got to the ship all she really needed to do was get up to the bridge and get things going. When her figure was finally up there she had to be quick in learning the layout. She had been able to do a little reading up on the handheld encyclopedia but it had been very quick. Now Roxanne was basically winging, learning as she went along. Once they got the all clear to go, she pulled the ship up into the air. She normally didn't like so much ruckus in her cargo bay as she flew but she learned to keep her cool. Their words were pushed so it was more like white noise as she pulled the up away from atmo. Breathing easy, she heard Priya arresting Onas. It caused her to trip up and hit the wrong button to cool back the burn. Once things were settled she heard as things progressed. "What the..." Roxanne was confused. She knew Priya once, or still, worked with the feds. Those details were fuzzy but she didn't care so long as she got paid. Shaking her head, she did as she was told to call Jeff up to the bridge. Now that most of the work was down, Roxanne leaned back to watch the scene going on. This hadn't been outlined in the plan when Priya told them about it. As her fellow crew member came into the bridge, she kept an eye on the controls while observing the situation.

"Well it's a bit hard to focus when you've got a distraction. Apparently captain here is arresting our new friend while I'm still learning on the job. Why I normally don't like a lot of people when I fly...." But Priya was the boss so she really couldn't argue much. Roxanne rubbed at her temple before she shook her head. Every job had it's little quirks and hiccups. This was just one in this job. "So what is going on? I prefer not to have too many more surprises while y'all are in this bridge." There was some sarcasm there but not out of disrespect. It was more of frustration because she wanted to be aware if they were being followed so she could figure out the best way to escape

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