It wasn't flawless... (post-snatch)

[amaia]

The skiff pulled into the cargo bay, and Amaia quickly hopped out and hit the button to close the hatch. She then smacked the button for the intercom.

"Captain, Sang here. We have the target, but," she looked at Miller, who was now wounded, and her own skin and hair had caked with her blood. "But it wasn't flawless," she added.

She went back to the skiff and helped to drag Arabella out of the craft, being intentionally clumsy in the effort, and resulting in no less than three bruises to the unconscious girl. She started to drag the limp girl to one of the rooms in the back that had been converted into a cell. She closed the door and headed back outside, and started to do her best to tend to Miller's wound.

"Eva!" she yelled upstairs, "Let's go, Londinium, and push it, I don't want to be around when her friends come."

[gordonmiller]

Gordon got out of the skiff and immediately walked over to the infirmary. Loyal as it was, his dog followed him there. Arabella was going to be asleep for at least another two hours and there were plenty of other crewmembers who could drag her to her cell.

Gordon knew he was going to need surgery asap to get that bullet removed, but for the moment all he could do was clean the wound, put a patch on it and take antibiotics to prevent an infection. They'd dock at the Naval base on Londinium soon enough, where a decent medic could give it the proper attention.

He cleaned out his wound and patched it up as best he could. He then took two antibiotic pills to prevent it from infecting.

It was a good thing for the kid that shot him that Sang already had called dibs on him, because if Gordon got a hold of him, he'd make sure the kid would remember it for the rest of his life which, preferably, would be in a deep dungeon of maximum security prison.

Gordon then took an icepack from the freezer and walked back to the cargohold. He walked over to Sang and handed it over to her.

"Here, take this." Gordon said. "It should help against the swelling."

In a way, Gordon was actually glad he was the one that got shot. After all, getting shot was only painful from the moment the bullet went in until a few hours later. Breaking something, without immediate medical attention, was painful until it was taken care of.

[robertborden]

This is what I get Borden thought to himself as he walked in to the cargo area. He had decided to get some rest this morning.
He had pulled the night shift guarding the cargo hold. They had arrived early at Persephone late at night when the shops were all closed and he didn't want some lowlife to attempt to break in to the ship. Needless to say, he was tired and ended up missing all the adventure.

The Captain looked at his first mate and at Miller. "Is she tougher than she looks or were there other problems," he asked, noting the injuries they both had suffered.
unconscious

He watched as Sang pulled the unconscious girl roughly out of the skiff. "Amaia, I'd prefer if you'd be easier on the prisoner. She's connected to higher-ups and I'd rather not get chewed out about her being injured in the transportation. He stood and looked at them both in a way that asked them to explain the situation.

[amaia]

"Of course, sir," Amaia said, lowering the girl to the hull as she took the ice pack from Gordon's hand. She placed it against the side of her face and looked to the captain.

"The target was accompanied by another young man, bit taller than I am. We managed to subdue the two, but the man woke up before I expected. It was my fault, sir, but it won't happen again. In any case, we have the girl, and my suggestion is that we book it for Londinium before anyone knows what happened."

Amaia looked at the girl before turning back to the captain. "The guy was a pilot, sir, which insinuates to me that the target was part of a crew. If that's the case, I can imagine a handful of people missing her right now. If they're ballsy enough, they may come looking for her, and you know how blindly heroic some of those crews can be."

Amaia switched the icepack on her face. "That's the status in a nutshell, cap'."

[takemeout]

Frankie was relaxing in her chair, feet resting on the control board. To the outside observer, she was in a state of total peace with her eyes shut and her soft breathing. But behind the long eyelashes and the serene expression her mind was running a mile a minute. She'd just been feeling so restless lately and with the crew's most recent endeavour she was all the more in panic mode. Amaia and Miller had been gone awhile, leading every worst case scenario to enter her mind.

Her seemingly relaxed state made her jump when she heard Amaia shout up to her. She sprang up with a quick, "Wei!"

"Eva! Let's go, Londinium, and push it, I don't want to be around when her friends come."

She sat upright at the controls and hit the comm, "Londinium, it is then!"

She checked the system. All doors were locked, everyone on board. She'd heard her talking. Things hadn't gone exactly to plan but they'd gotten their 'cargo'. She flipped a switch or two and took hold of the wheel.

It was only when the ship rumbled to life that something clicked in her mind. Londinium. She'd just responded without thinking.

"Looks like I'm goin' home.." She knew she'd have to visit the planet sooner or later. She was just hoping for the later.