The Gizzard

[Mr. X]

It was no surprise that his docking bay was lively people coming and going to get a glimpse of the legendary bounty hunter ship. It was also no surprise when the airlock door opened and he exited to the cheers of the constant fans he seemed to have. The Bastard, Venatus Largitatis exited into a swarming crowd of fans. He remembered when times were simpler than this, he couldn't recall the last time he could just exit onto the citadel without the crowd... Those were simpler times. Times long after the great hunt for the terrorists that threatened to blow the citadel into 5 separate floating pieces. Still hasn't caught the last man but that's besides the point. He made a name for himself and has a fan club, most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy has a fan club... That was cute.

"Look you neck beards, if you don't back away I'm going to start knee capping you all one by one until I get to the elevator," that line hasn't failed yet, the crowd parted allowing him to walk through. He didn't have the time for their crap, nor was he willing to deal with people who thought he was a common hero. Best thing he's ever done for anyone intentionally without pay was put them down after splitting them in half with a sniper shot. Venatus got to the elevator and called it, the doors opened and there were several people standing there wearing The Bastard t-shirts, he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to head up to maintenance bay 1 where he could work on the hull damage of his ship. Venatus put on a pressurized helmet and looked between the few people in the elevator with him,  "Oh you people are so fucked."

Hastily they pressed the button to stop the elevator and got out on the next stop. Once the doors closed he removed his helmet, worked every time... The doors opened to bay 1 where he exited placing his helmet back on the magnetic strip on his right shoulder he waved to the maintenance officer, Rick, who had been a good friend of his for a while. The Gizzards hull was cracked open on the right side, it had taken a gauss shell straight to the hull before his shields even got pulled up. 

"What did that?"

"Gauss shell, bandit territory near the inner rim."

"God damn."

"Your god knows nothing about the power of the Gauss round."

"Guess not."

He got right to work repairing the hull. His patience would be tested again today, he was never left alone. 

[Alexander Manos]

Alexander coughed as he wheezed while picking up the crate, it sure was a hard work today harder then usual. But that didn't matter to him, he enjoyed the hard work since he felt like he was really doing something rather than being stuck behind a desk or counter that was boring. "You alright kid?" one of the dock workers asked as Alexander smiled and nodded.

"It's no problem," he said to the man, "just a cough," though he knew that the cough was nothing more than a symptom of his real problem. Sighing he continued on his work and hoped that he would one day earn enough money to get out of the Citadel. 

There was still a search for him and he often see posters and holoposters of him being missing along with a tearful message from his family, it pained him to see his family so sad, but he couldn't burden them anymore with his illness. They needed the money for more important things and he was sure that eventually the pain would lessen...at least he hoped it would. 

Picking up the crate again and continuing on his way he wobbled his way to the destination as he exerted strength, his frail body meant that he wouldn't be able to use too much strength for this kind of job. In fact he was unsuited to this job, but it was the only job that was suitable for him so he had little choice but to make do. But even his determination didn't cut it as he tripped on something and fell down scattering the crates everywhere as he wheezed and panted trying to catch his breath.

[Mr. X]

Torch in hand he began patching over the hold with a sheet of armor. The Gizzard was lined with hundreds of these patches, each one telling a story of how lucky he was or how many people truly just wanted his head, yet the old girl flew far and steady with its patchwork hull and shotty interior. He had become a master welder through his career with these patches and they held just as if they were part of the ship to begin with. Like him these patches were rugged and rough showing the hard times that they have both been through, it was also the reason why the Gizzard was ideally known as the Bastard.

He removed his helmet as soon as the patch work was done and took notice across the docks to a frail looking kid carrying boxes that looked a lot heavier than he could handle and lo and behold the boxes went flying the moment the kid tripped. "You've got to be kidding me... Rick's hiring just about anyone these days." Venatus lowered the platform he was standing on to the ground level and began walking across the dock space it would take him a while to clear the area between the two, when he was in range he simply yelled, "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

He'd of frowned had his facial muscles still worked on the right side of his face.

[clash]

It was big, for a fighter craft. It was THE Big, after all. Brech'na had not seen a station of this construction before, it looked fancy, intricate, beautiful... Soft, frail. The Big's thrusters flared up, sending the ship closer to investigate the station, and Brech'na guided the vessel towards what appeared to be a large docking bay. Hanger doors, mooring clamps, and all manner of other apparatus seemed to line the large arm of the station. "hmm..." She vocalized her ponderings as a hanger caught her eye, the door of it open but a field keeping the air and gravity within the station.

She flipped a switch on her communications computer, a microphone extending from the console. "Attention Station. This is Brech'na, captain of The Big. I am docking now. Have a location ready for me." It was not a request, it was not an order, it was a statement. The Big glided downwards, maneuvering thrusters guiding the ship until it was lined up with the airlock before starting to move forward, passing through the sealing field and pulling up alongside another ship, one that needed repairs. Sloppy. The Big extended its landing struts and placed itself on the ground of the lowest level of the hanger, a hatch opening and a thin pole with foot-rests and a lever descending. She eased off the lever as the foot-rests touched the ground, allowing her to step away from the Big and look around. "large, but quaint..." She mused, her hood covering her mane of hair and ridged forehead, Bat'Leth hanging from over one shoulder.

[Alexander Manos]

Alexander's muscle ached and shuddered as he attempted to stand up, he was really tired and his body was complaining as well, however he couldn't afford to go down here as he got up. He then tried to pick up the crate, but his muscle failed him and he panted as sweat poured out from him, "Well this is kind of pathetic," he said to himself with a chuckle before he heard a loud shout. He turned to see a man going to him, he must be the owner of wherever Alexander was going to put the crate and he looked quite angry. "I'm really sorry sir, I just tripped," he said, "it won't happen again," he said before using all of his strength to pick up the crate. "Where do you want me to put the crate sir?" he asked trying to compose himself.

[Mr. X]

Venatus shook his head for a moment hoping that what ever was in those crates wasn't shook up or broken, weapons would be fine, and if it was his grenades the kid would of been a smoldering red splatter, but if it was soda then they'd have themselves a problem. Human soda had no effects on his body but tasted just fine, the water in the soda helped hydrate him but because there was nothing inside the soda to effect his body it was usually ran through with little to no harm done on his body. It was probably the only thing he liked about humans, that and boobs, it was a wonder how something so soft could-

"The Gizzard, front loading bay is open, look kid, if you broke any of my soda we're going to have a problem," he once again scowled his best emotionless appearing scowl yet. You try frowning when half of your face was blown apart by a couple dozen pounds of anti-material shrapnel, "Why are you loading that shit with your bare hands anyways? Don't you have a cart or lift to do the work for you? Is the citadel really that bad off that they can serve lobster to your ambassadors but they don't give you anything to work with?" 

Another ship had docked, he paid no mind to it, ships docked all the time, and in this docking bay people were rather loud.

[clash]

There was a loud one, boisterous and uncouth. He was having crates loaded onto his ship by some pale humanoid. Brech'na paused and watched, crossing her arms under her robes and leaning against a support for one of the upper catwalks, observing as the humanoid was ordered around and threatened by the creature who seemed to own the damaged ship. It was an interesting little watch but she wondered why the humanoid let himself be bullied like this. Ships came and went as she observed the two, wondering what the cargo was, musing over whether or not it was some form of contraband being smuggled or some essential technology others would need...

One could only wonder, Brech'na thought, as she kept watching. The alien giving the orders interested her, someone so willing to bully others probably had some form of reputation or prowess.

[Alexander Manos]

Alexander nodded at the order before chuckling at the vague threat about the sodas, "Don't worry sir I don't think that the sodas are in any danger," he said to the man before looking at him when he mentioned the carts or lift. "Well I did try to grab a cart, but they were all being used to unload really important cargos, so I had to make do with lifting it and bringing it to the Gizzard. But don't worry I'll pay more attention at where I'm going and make sure that I don't fall again," he said with a chuckle before going off towards the Gizzard to unload his burden.

[Mr. X]

Venatus shook his head, "Look kid I'll jump your supervisors ass for leaving you to carry the most important of all item by hand. At the rate you're going you're going to have a bad back by thirty and weak knees by forty. Considering you're working a pyjaks job I'd assume you're not making shit to fix either of those," he followed just in case the kid was to fall again he could yell at Rick for being a cheap ass and not having enough safety equipment. It's not that he cared, honestly he didn't, but he didn't like the idea of someone who could barely lift their own weight carrying things by hand like that. 

That and he had a bit of a soft spot for being a Robin Hood kind of guy, take from the rich give to the poor.

[clash]

She could only watch, really. There wasn't much going on. Someone getting supplies loaded onto a damaged ship. Brech'na closed her eyes slightly and felt the force within her, reaching back... Solid projectiles had damaged the ship, she couldn't tell how the battle had gone but she could see where and how the damage was done, and when. "interesting." She looked over the ship again, then let her eyes sweep over many of the others. She walked over to a door and watched as it slid open for her, then stepped through.

It was an elevator, she hated elevators. Brech'na gave a small scowl to the door as it closed and the lift felt like it was starting to drift upwards, away from the hanger and deeper into the Citadel.

[Alexander Manos]

Alexander gave a smile, "Thank you sir, but it's alright it's only a temporary problem," he said not wanting to cause any problems. He avoided problems like the plague because the more problems that follow him the more likely that the police would find him and drag him back to the hospital; once he was out of the Citadel he would be getting into all sorts of trouble so that shouldn't be a problem. He noticed the man following him all the way to the Gizzard as he smiled at him, "Thank you for making sure I get here safely," he said putting down the crate, "and don't worry about my health I'm quite a fit and healthy boy despite my appearance," he lied not wanting the man to worry about him either. "Are you a worker for the docks? I noticed you working on a ship just now."

[Mr. X]

He shook his head, "Do I look like a dock worker? How many dock workers walk around in full combat gear? No I own this ship and it's only repaired by trusted hands." Maybe a little too harsh, he didn't care he wasn't in the game to make friends, just make money and fly from A to B with the intent of causing a little trouble here or there. "You obviously aren't well. Why don't you just go to the hospital wing and get a check up or something?"