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Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

Chris cocked his head. "I know your rap miss." He tossed a white T-shirt and cargo shorts to her. "I ain't gonna be the one to give you a weapon right off the bat."
 
"Well since you two seem to like each other, Chris show her around." As Devon turned to past chris he kept his voice to a whisper. "Your the only guy i trust on this ship with my life, don't blow it.....or her....at least for now." He gave Chris the access card to the armoury and left the scene walking back up to the cockpit. "Thrace your not asleep are you!"


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Sasha caught the clothes. Ugh! This sucks she thought to herself as she put on the clothes given to her. "Thanks for the clothes." Irritation clearly apparent in her tone. After she dressed she turned her back to the two guys before her and leaned back against her pod. "So what now?" she was a little agitated to be as disarmed and unprepared as she was. After hearing the Captains words she looked back to the other guy and rolled her eyes. "Lucky me."
 
"Well screw you too." He said jokingly as he turned around. Looking over his shoulder he smiled. "And don't try and kill me or anything, please?" with that said he walked out of the doorway and towards the mess. "I'm a little hungry, how 'bout you?"
 
She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not really in the mood for a tussle, maybe later," she said jokingly. "I could definitely go for something to eat. You guys have anything good?"
 
Chris shrugged "No idea darlin." He strode quickly to the mess and tapped on the cabinets. They slid open and he peered inside. "Looks like a few packets of cube rations, and some soup stuff. There's a bit of bread in the back. Want me to make some beef soup? That's about all we got."
 
Sasha bites her lower lip in disappointment. "It's better than nothing." She sat down at the table and let her head rest in her hands, "You sure you know how to work a kitchen or should I make it?" She raised her brow questioningly. She sighs as she leans back and kicks her feet up.
 
Tasha walked out of the med bay, curious what the girl was like.


When she saw that they had already given her her equipment and were getting nice and cozy in the kitchen, she decided to step in.


Sighing, she walked into the kitchen, and grabbed the things that Chris was still staring at.


She grabbed a pot and put it on the stove. She began to make the stew, muttering as she went.


Letting the broth simmer, she turned to Sasha.


"I already let you slip on the medical exam, but there is NO way I'm letting you cook!"


She winked at Sasha. "I'm Tasha, the medic. And by the way Chris, i'de be scared of the ship catching fire if you tried to cook."


She shouted out ino the ship "hey Thrace! You still awake?"
 
Chris frowned playfully. "Aww c'mon Tasha I cooked back when I was on survival missions. I won't catch the 'ship' on fire at least." he shrugged and sat down. "Besides I'm in peak physical condition thank you." he shifted his attention to Sasha. "So Ms. Assassin, how did they manage to nab you?"
 
Sasha gave a quick hand wave as she giggled. "Name's Sasha, the recently freed criminal who would like to get her stuff back." She eyes Chris. "It's kind of important." She fidgeted in her seat a bit. "So what's the name of this old gal, anyway? And what's your crew size and destination?" She figured she might as well get to know her surroundings if she was going to be on this ship. "Come on Chirs, why don't you be a gentlemen and escort me to my things. Then we can come back here and all eat together and swap stories or whatever." She cocked her head to the side to stare at him passed her feet up on the table.


Sasha took her feet off the table after Chris's inquiry and crossed her arms. "Mostly luck on their part...I just happened to be running an errand on my own, and I was outnumbered in a tight spot. I got distracted and paid for it." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of being caught by that lot.
 
Chris shook his head. "I know how you feel, I practically live in my armor. But you must realize that I'm not going to just give back your weapons. I'll get your clothes after I've checked them." he shrugged and smiled. "Besides your feet are on the Cap'n's table, your manners don't really give me cause to be gentlemanly. But the fact hat you were caught by some simple officers makes me laugh. There was only some rookie, even if he was from Dragon's Shadow, that should have even given you trouble."
 
The comment stung a bit as she glared a little bit at Chris before resigning her anger, she hadn't told him everything that had happened so it wasn't that big of a deal. "I appreciate your weariness and all, but I can't have you going through my things. They were idiots, who got me off guard, but now that I'm free I don't plan on losing what took me so long to get." She stood up. "I'll try to be nice about this, but you won't be going through my stuff if you don't want to find out why half his crew had significantly dwindled in numbers before you all decimated the rest of them." She had fouled up in getting caught, but she had obtained exactly what she was after and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers and wind up in someone else's hands. "So how's about we get my gear, you can look over it as you hand it to me, and you can even keep my guns till later."
 
Chris smiled. "Yeah... no. Ya'see being so indignant isn't really the way to get what you want. I'm a third gen Dragon's shadow, and you aren't exactly gonna scare me into giving you your stuff. I don't really give a shit what you stole, you can keep it for all I care as long as it isn't a threat. But I'm looking at it, and then am going to send it to the cap'n, so you'll have to just sit tight." he leaned back in his chair. "By the way everyone here can hold their own long enough for the Cap'n, Thrace, or myself to get to you. So don't start anything." he shrugged. "Or you can just 'tell' me what is so damn precious to you that I can't look at it."
 
Tasha looked over from the cooking stew, raising an eyebrow.


"Chris, cool it. A girl's gotta have her privacy." She blew a spoonful of soup to cool it down, and took a taste.


"However, he is right. The captain has to see it. If you're rather, I could get your things. Or Thrace, or even Devon himself." She shrugged and pulled the stew off the stove, setting it on the table.


"But aside from getting your things yourself and having the captain see it, you have lots of options."


She cupped her hand around her mouth and shouted to the opposite side of the ship "Chow's on!"


She passed out bowls and grabbed a ladle.
 
Sasha wasn't in a position to really fight with anyone right now, weapon less and without armor wasn't really the best way to go about things at the moment. She remained standing until food was passed about and then sat back down. "Not like you would know what it was or what it did anyway, and wouldn't just about anything a criminal owned be considered a threat." She wasn't particularly happy about this situation in the least but she decided to play it out. "It's a very important piece of tech that has some very unique properties and abilities, and I I'm in the process of personalizing it. It still has a lot of work that needs down before it's the way I want it to be." She felt that she had given a good enough description of the device for now.


She wasn't too worried about the search of her things since she had integrated it into her armor via the control panel on her right forearm, but on closer inspection it gave off a strange reading and would clearly show on any test done to it. As a tech specialist she had designed her armor and weapons from the ground up, modifying them to fit her her needs to a T, and this new piece of tech just made her life a whole lot easier and her, personally, a lot more lethal. She called it the Eye of Osiris, just because she had a thing for old history, but the ingenuity and genius that went into that thing was far beyond anything she was currently able to comprehend. She had stolen all the information and data on it as well, so she knew they would come to realize that she possessed some sort of tech that created an easy access to just about anything imaginable, as long as it was run by some type of electronic system. It was like a highly effective virus, capable of getting into any piece of hardware, stealing its contents, rewriting its programming or just simply shutting it down. It was truly the Holy Grail for any thief or assassin or anyone who wanted to get away with anything. Sasha had it in her possession for awhile now and had made a few modifications to it, but it still needed more work and she didn't want to lose it now after almost having no choice but to give it up to the person she would've been taken to had this crew not saved her.
 
"Personally I don't give a damn what it is." Devon marched from into the mess with his signature cocky smirk." If she really wanted her bag she would have ran for it by now. If she wanted control of the ship, she would have attempted it by now. If she wanted to blow up the ship and us along with her, she'd be dead by now." His voice was humorous and easy going as if he had no fear. "If you want off this ship, you'll have your chance in a couple of hours. But your dependence on that bag means it is of high value to you f not the only thing you have." He walked passed the table where he group was sitting and walked toward the refrigerator. "The Pride is the only place you will be able to rest your head for a long time. If the latter statement is true and even if it isn't, the news of your capture will travel fast not to mention the fact that the ship you where on is rubble. You my dear are socially dead." He reached in for a small bar of food and began to make his way back to the cargo hold. "So the choice is yours my dear, here you have a place to sleep and eat given the fact that you pull your own weight, not to mention a little money when we begin our next job. But out there, well you decide. Tasha am going to get more food. I have 15 minutes right?" He munched on his food bar and made his way out the airlock with a supply bag and out the ship.


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"I don't mind calling this place home," she tugged on the shirt she was wearing and looked to Chris, "But a girl would like her own clothes. As the captain left the room she gazed back at Chris, "I guess that would constitute as an A-okay for my things." She slowly began to eat. "Thank you for the food, Tasha." She hungrily attacked her meal. That one locker full of her stuff was, in fact, essentially her life. Outside of her old gang she had nothing, lost everyone, and inside that locker was everything she owned and had made herself. "Looks like I'll be bunking in Casa de la Pride. Care to bunk with me?" She asked cynically as she winked over at Chris while she ate.
 
Chris gabbed a bowl and some stew. "Bunk with you? What so you can try and murder me in my sleep somehow?" he chuckled. "Sounds like fun." he turned to Tasha. "Thanks for the food darlin. I'll get your gear from the armory after we eat Ms. Assassin, after that just find a bunk, or something else to do." He blew on the stew a few times before practically drinking it down and getting seconds. "This is really good Darlin!" he said a little surprised.
 
Thrace had fallen asleep for a moment, and during it, his memories assailed him, fights in prison, the constant awareness that it brought him, but he came out of it all too quickly, his head had lolled back so he was staring off into open space, and his first reaction was to think he was in vacuum, right up until he caught his breath. Startled he hit the comms, "I... I'm here... blacked out for a second..." He still had the painkillers in his hand, a sour look on his face. He checked the ships on-board sensors, seeing the whole crew plus one, he flipped the ship. He said over the comms, "Captain, if your done, would you mind if I cleaned up this mess and got us the hell out of here?"
 
Chris took another large bite of the soup and smiled. "Well y'know, I didn't know 'what' to expect. But you just do it all doncha Tash?"
 
Tasha smiled and dug into her stew. "Pretty much. I'm interested in a lot of things, so I figured, why not learn these things? Plus guys like a girl who can cook."


She smiled in the direction of the cockpit as she heard Thrace wake up.
 
"Yeah but a girl that can aim straight is even better." Devon was back in his regular cloths and he dropped a large bag in the middle of the kitchen station. "Food is in there, i'd say we have 10 more days before we can start rationing. "He walks pass the crew eyeing the soup and smirking at Tasha. "You have 4 hours between here and neptune make the best of it." He made his way back up into the cockpit sat in his seat. "Thrace get some rest, your no good if you keep passing out get out and go to your bunk." Devon tapped a few buttons and his hands were covered in a holographic glove which worked in sync with the ship's engines. He thrusted them foreward and leaned to his right and the ship moved accordingly. Moving foreward a few hundred meters then it turned. He began typing in coordinates for the location on Neptune he planned on landing on. Soon the ship bursted up to speed with a massive jolt. Space was bending around his eyes the light that was coming from behind the ship was now at its edges then things really got werid. All the distance dots of stars began to stretch turning the dots into lines. The lines where clouding the screen frist they where blue and then in a white flash the ship seemed to be in a world of blue and white surrounding the ship. "4 hours Thrace, i'd hop to it. And before you go Thrace remember. "Devon reclined in his seat laughed a little bit. "Keep it in the room aye player."


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"Hi." the kid said suddenly, appearing from practically nowhere. In reality, he'd come up from engineering. His hair was disheveled and his face and clothes were all smudgy, but he still wore his exuberant crooked smile. "That was awesome. What are we doing now?" he grinned, wiping his face with a sleeve, really only making it more dirty.
 
Tasha's eyes grew wide as she beholded the food.


"Yes! Okay folks," she said, digging into the bag. "Pot roast for dinner, anyone?"


Now in a good mood, she smiled at the boy as he came up.


"Wash your hands. I don't want to get all that grease in the stew."


She pulled out another bowl and put it on the table and pushed the pot of food over to him.


She nodded her thanks to Devon as he told Theace to get some rest.


She turned back to the boy.


"Sorry about earlier. I'm Tasha, the medic on this ship."


She added as an afterthought "although you would never guess it, huh." She chuckled to herself and began putting away the recently acquired groceries.
 
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