Game Over [Crew]

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru pulled herself from the floor after a few moments, letting Lars go back to help Jeff finish off the last of the pirates. First thing was first, the mercenary re-quipped her weapons that had been tossed to the side. Also, before leaving the office she was in, grabbing up the money that Joshua had tossed around at her. "Thank you, you Qing Wa Cao De Liu Mang. I think I'll accept at least part of your offer now." Her voice was quiet and dark. Shoving the cash into her pockets, noticing that the gunfire had all but stopped now. Guess it was time for the fun to be over.

Outside the office now, she called over to the bridge where Jeff and Lars were. "Oi! Close the cargo bay will ya? I'm going back to the ship!" There was a certain female that needed to be checked on, make sure she was still unconscious. Dru made her way back down the ladder slowly, wincing at the pain every so often.

She stood in front of the closed hatch of the Bjorn now, sighing. At least that mean their ship was undamaged from the cargo door opening on this ship. Except now they were stuck, unable to open the hatch from this side.

Using the end of one of her rifles Dru began to bang the hatch, hoping to get either Trace or Jordan's attention.

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Qing Wa Cao De Liu Mang = Frog-humping son of a bitch

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan heard the banging and slowly walked to the hatch between her ship and the pirates. Wiping tears away she opened the door and looked up into Dru's eyes then to the ground.

"I killed her Dru. I killed that preggers woman. She came to the cockpit, started shooting an.." Jordan started to tremble and held up Dru's gun to take. She couldn't bring herself to say anything more. As she spoke she carefully looked up at Dru and saw that she was hurt. In a broken voice she spoke. "Lets get you patched up..."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Finally Jordan opened the hatch, her eyes narrowed as she noted the mechanic's current state. Before she could ask she began to explain. Dru looked to the side where Lars had left that jien hwo and glared. Damn that man for being merciful. She took the gun from Jordan and put it into the holster, taking hold of the woman's shoulders, looking straight into her eyes, "This isn't your fault Jordan, girl chose her fate the moment she got into relations with those folk and decided to try and take the ship. You did what you had to, and if I had done what I should have you wouldn't have had to clean up after Lars."

Dru should have shot that woman, instead she let Lars call the shots on keeping her alive. Now Jordan was left with the consequences, having killed a woman, a pregnant woman at that. He couldn't even have tied her up properly! The mercenary was visibly angry, she had it in her mind that she should go punch the man in the face. Jordan's concern brought her back though, "Isn't much, except my leg, but I'll need a proper doc for that."

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jien hwo = cheap floozy

[Jordan Maxwell]

"The engines are workin' again, she did a good job at muk up, we have to land for me to complete all the repairs." Jordan's voice was flat and to her, sounded like it came form a long tunnel.

"We will just have to wait for the Cap'n." She tried to offer Dru one of her classic Jordan, happy go lucky smiles, but it failed. Jordan offered her a hand. "If you want to sit down I can get you some tea and a sandwich."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Jordan mentioning that the girl had messed up the engine didn't help her anger at all. Dru sighed as the mechanic tried to smile, she hesitated just a moment before taking the hand that was offered to her. "The pirates are gone now, if we need repairs I'm sure there's things on their ship we can use.' Needed something to take Jordan's mind off of what had happened, maybe looking for parts and scavenging the pirate ship would work. 'I can eat later."

Still holding onto Jordan she led her back through the hatch, fist sifting through what was left in the cargo bay. Picking up an empty crate and handing it to the mechanic. They didn't speak much as they went through the ship, running into Lars on the way Dru stopped. The anger clear in the mercenary's face. "You've got a mess to clean up captain, your jien hwo tried to take the ship and got herself killed." Dru used the word captain, very very loosely. She glanced at Jordan, trying to tell him that she's the one who had to shoot the girl.

"We're going to scavenge for parts for our broken ship, and I'm taking their weapons also so we have some sort of armory." It wasn't a question, she was telling him that's what she was doing.

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jien hwo = cheap floozy

[Lars Engström]

Lars was making his way back to the Björn's to see what he could do about fixing himself up better than a shirt. But before he made it, he found himself face to face with Dru and Jordan. Dru looked tired, but Jordan looked awful. She seemed to have been crying, and before he could ask what was wrong Dru was speaking. It seemed that the girl he had tied up had escaped, and been killed. But he hadn't heard any shooting since... and then his eyes were drawn to where Dru was looking. "Oh God no..." he whispered, as all the pieces fell into place. He didn't argue with Dru's decision to search for parts and weapons, he was about to tell them to do that anyway. He stumbled past the others, and slumped against the wall. His arm was shouting at him, and now he was responsible for Jordan's state of disarray.
Lars sat in a state of total confusion. He couldn't move, he couldn't think. He was tired, and he was beginning to feel the strain of what had just occurred. He needed to get his arm looked at, but he couldn't bring himself to move. All he wanted was to get off this ship, and get away from all these emotions and this mess. The pain in his arm became unbearable, and even though he knew that he desperately needed to get it seen to, he simply slipped into the blackness of unconsciousness.