Eavesdown Docks: A new Sheriff in town.

The cargo crates stacked in front of the ship weren’t the most comfortable seats, but they’d do until the last cases of whiskey showed up.  At least the weather on Persephone was reasonably mild; waiting in the cold was never Nack’s favorite thing to do.  It never got cold back home on Blackburne.  Well, at least the company was nice here on Persephone; Nack entertained himself by fondly recall evenings spent with Calina Tereshchenko.

Half dozing and leaning against a sealed box, Nack waited.  Ten cases of top grade whiskey at a good price, even after paying the dock ruffians to leave his cargo alone, was a hell of a deal and more than worth the trip to Persephone.  Eavesdown Docks were a good place to do this sort of business, one of the best.  The click of boot heels striking tarmac roused Nack from his doze, his eyes catching the black uniform of the local law.

“Nice badge.  You the new sheriff?” Nack stood up and faced the woman who was walking his way.  Shiny new uniform, gold badge, black leather boots polished to a shine; she gave Nack a professional smile and approached the landing pad assigned to The Osprey.

“Hello,” her voice was smooth and friendly.  Too smooth and friendly to Nack’s ears and too young by far.  Young cops are never a good thing; all too often they are still fired up with Law and Justice. 

She stopped a handful of feet away from where Nack stood, his tattooed arms folded across his chest.  “Good afternoon, yes, I am the new Sheriff for the Eavesdown Docks district.”

Nack nodded, “Office still at the same location?  In case I need to pay a parking ticket or something?”

The cop twitched a smile, “Yup, same office, just new management.”

Nack’s lips didn’t echo the smile.  If anything they curled in irritation.  “Wonderful, glad to hear it.  A whole new crew to have to bribe.  A fellow just can’t catch a break in this ‘verse, can he.”

Watching her face to catch her reaction to the words, Nack shifted to sit on one of the sealed cargo containers, pulling one leg up so he could rest his thick arms on his knee.  The Sheriff lifted an eyebrow and replied, “Well, it looks like you cleared customs without a problem.”

“Yes ma’am, of course.”

The woman looked Nack over for a moment then examined the cargo containers scattered around, “So, nothing to cause me any problems, right?”

Weary of police and fencing with words, Nack stood up and faced the Sheriff directly.  “Look, I’ll be blunt, ma’am.  I’m not here to smuggle anything dangerous onto your dock. I own a bar out on a rim world. Things are scarce there. Hard to come by. And if sometimes it means picking up necessities at a dock like this where the previous owner of those necessities isn't aware of where they are being sold... sometimes that is the way of things.”

Nack paused a moment from his little speech, watching the Sheriff’s face, and then continued, “I just need to know what cut your office requires to keep from busting my balls.”

The Sheriff, and yes she was definitely young, cast a look up and down the docks, seemingly amazed that someone was openly and bluntly speaking of bribing a public official.  Instead of responding to the question from the ship’s captain she extended a hand, “I’m Sheriff Ghoststar.  And you are…”

Nack took her hand in his and gave it a shake, “Nack Barnes, Captain and owner of The Osprey.”

Retrieving her hand from Nack’s grip the Sheriff looked up at the cockpit of the small courier vessel and along its battered rusty hull, then back to its Captain.  “Well, Captain Barnes, it’s good to meet you.”

Nack’s lips pursed in slight annoyance and impatience, “I hope it’s good to meet you, but that’s up to you, ma’am.”

“You don’t really do ‘subtle’ do you, Mister Barnes.”  Sheriff Ghoststar made a bit of an effort to put on her “Cop” expression and address the issue of most concern, “I run a clean dock.  So long as you aren’t out raping and murdering you’re okay by me, Captain.”

Nodding his head, Nack sat back down on a crate, “Then we’ll be fine, Sheriff.  I’m not bringing danger to you or yours, just… buying things from folks who might not be the proper owners.”  Scratching his chin, a few days of stubble along the jaw line, Nack continued, “It’s a hard life out there, ma’am, and we do what we must.  Most times that involves paying off the local law.”

Shaking her head in bafflement at this continued discussion of bribery, Sheriff Ghoststar then shrugged, “Look, as long as the purple bellies aren’t coming down on me for what goes on here…”

A grin broke out on Nack’s face at that.  “Well, that’s always in everyone’s interest, isn’t it?  Avoiding any… official entanglements.”  Nack was relieved to see the Sheriff’s agreeing nod.

“Sounds good to me, Captain.”

“Well, Sheriff, most of what I come here to buy is fine liquor, wines, sometimes foodstuffs.  I’ll make sure the occasional case of good drink finds its way to your office, ma’am.”

The Sheriff smiled at that.  “Much obliged, Captain.  I think that would suit very nicely. 

As the Sheriff began to turn to walk away, Nack caught her attention, “Sheriff.  I wish you well in yer job here.  But… a bit of free advice, if you won’t take offense.”

Her head tilted a bit as she stood waiting, “Okay, sure, Captain Barnes.  What is this advice?”

Nack took a deep breath and let it out in a long slow sigh, “Ma’am.  If I might I’d ask that you keep in mind that most of us ain’t got no malice in us for the law, not really.  We’re just tryin’ to get by in this ‘verse.  Keep that in mind, eh?”

Sheriff Ghoststar considered that for a moment and nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind, Captain.  Thank you for your time and I wish you well in your endevours.  Stay lucky.” 

With that she turned and walked on to the next landing platform to continue her rounds.  Nack took a moment to appreciate the tightness of her uniform as she walked away then smiled to himself and leaned back on the crates, waiting for the rest of his cargo to arrive so he could get back home to Hale’s Moon.

Martial Law, huh?

Just before opening time at Firefly's the place is usually empty and even peaceful in a way.  The music hasn't started up yet, there is no hubbub of voices and laughter in the old converted factory building; just a sort of anticipation of the festivities of the night upcoming. 

Nack enjoyed sitting around the bar for a bit in that time just before cranking up the monster sound system at the bar.  A little peace and quiet time is a valuable thing for the DJ of a bar 'cause once the bass started rattling the bones in your skull, well, there wasn't a lot of room left for thinking carefully, just yelling and laughing at whatever came around.

The bartender for Friday nights, AlisonLynn, showed up just before opening time, ready for the nights business as usual.  A wave and a smile across the dance floor to the DJ booth where Nack was already lining up old vinyl albums as well as more modern memory disks of music for the evening.  General Parkin came in a few minutes later, his flat was right next door to the bar and there wasn't much point in trying to sleep or get anything productive done that close to the sound of the music that leaked out of the old building on a Friday night.  Besides, it was fun just to hang around the place and watch the people of Hale's Moon have fun to start the weekend.  Not to mention you never knew who might walk in from some other world out here on the rim, or sometimes from the borderworlds. 

Once the music started playing and the patrons started arriving Nack stayed up at the DJ booth, greeting people with a wave and a smile as they descended to the dance floor of the club from the entryway.  Making sure the music was set right, that the quirky mixing boards were doing their jobs without needing more tweaking, as well as just having a good vantage point over the dance floor to watch people have fun.  Looks like the start of another great Friday night party.

The woman who stood at the top of the entrance ramp caught Nack's eye immediately.  Not her good looks or titian red hair.  Those were common enough around these parts, especially on a Friday night.  But the clothing she wore marked her right out as from Coreward and likely an Alliance official of some sort as well.  Nack didn't react to her looking around the bar with anything more than a casual check to see if his pistols were in position and a glance at the DJ booth shelving to make sure the blast rifle he kept there in case of emergencies was still in easy reach.  Just in case. 

The woman spotted Nack up at the DJ booth and walked over with some deliberateness, a professional smile on her lips.  Nack groaned inwardly, "Oh, just great.  She's here looking for me."

"Hello, Mr. Barnes isn't it?"

Nack smiled pleasantly at the lady, "Yes, sure is.  Nice to meet you, Miss..." letting the sentence trail off in a query.

"Bethany Lionheart, Diplomatic Corps assigned to this moon during the current difficulties.  I was looking to meet you, you can be a hard man to find, did you know that?"

The woman's smile never quavered into anything like a threat which meant she must be pretty damn good at her job.  Which put Nack's hand closer to the pistol in his leg holster.  Alliance operatives are best shot immediately and in the head without questions and without hesitation. 

Nack fiddled with the mixer board slides with one hand to draw attention away from his other hand moving to his pistol holster, "What difficulties would that be ma'am?  Ain't seen any difficulties here in my bar."

"The martial law situation, Mr. Barnes.  I'm sure you have heard.  The local Elders refer to you as one of the community leaders and as such I'm sure you are well connected with information sources in the local government as well.  I wished to make myself known to you and to give you my contact information in case there were any problems you wished to discuss with me arrising from the occupation."

The woman handed over a slip of plas, her ident and such engraved.  Nack tucked it into a vest pocket and shook his head at the woman, "Well, I appreciate the thought and all, ma'am, but I ain't no kind of community leader.  I'm just a simple barman, running a business.  And Alliance or rebel, any are welcome to be here at my saloon, as long as they are drinking."

Nack gestured to AlisonLynn to mix up a martini for the Alliance Diplomat in spite of Bethany's shake of the head to decline the offer.

Nack smiled at the woman again, looking her straight in the face this time.  "You don't understand, ma'am.  It's either have a drink or get out.  I don't trust anyone who won't drink and if you aren't here to drink, yer in the way of my business."

The redheaded woman kept her smile in place and seemed genuinely amused by the situation.  "I'll go ahead and go, I'd not like to be in the way of your business, right now.  But you keep my card Mr. Barnes and I will let you know if the occupation administration requires anything of you, later."  The last yelled at the top of her voice since Nack had been sliding the house speaker volume slider upwards as she went on.  With the bass thumping shaking concrete dust from the rafters to drift down across the dance floor the woman stopped her undignified yelling and grinned just a little at the juvenile maneuver as Nack held his hand cupped to his ear while looking at her.

Turning and strolling out as if she didn't have four or five ex-browncoats staring at her from various spots in the bar, hands near weapons Bethany Lionheart had certainly gotten the attention of the rabble of Hale's Moon.

 "Well... just friggin' lovely this is going to be.  Martial law, eh?  This is going to just be real fun, you bet."

Stupid Alliance Jockey

[16:19] Korro Bravin: This is the Alliance courier vessel Commonwealth, requesting landing quardenats for the boarder moon of Blackburne

[16:20] Nack Barnes static reply "State your business with us, Commonwealth."[16:20] Korro Bravin: just aroutine patrol

[16:21] Nack Barnes garbeled reply on shaky equipment, "Then keep moving, you ain't welcome here."

[16:21] Korro Bravin: Disallowing landing is a strict viloation of condut for rim world you know

[16:22] Nack Barnes static and hissing, "Yep, sure do. If you purplebelly bastards have a problem with that, I suggest landing and we'll talk about it. Bring a lot of freinds, is my advice. And make peace with your dear and fluffy lord first. Blackburne out."

Funny fella with blue gloves on

There I am working with a shovel around the waste ditch, fillin' in some holes, and this fella came up to me. Wearing fancy suit, core-worlds written all over. Hadn't heard of any Core type ships landing at the Downport, but however he got here there he was.

[12:32] Mindo Lupindo: Captain Nack Barnes I presume.
[12:32] You: Hello. Yep, I'm Nack Barnes
[12:32] You: You in from offworld, recent then?
[12:32] Mindo Lupindo: We are just paying a visit to ensure the safety of one of our...charges.[12:33] Mindo Lupindo: We will not be staying and have no issue with your people.
[12:33] You: And who would we be?
[12:33] Mindo Lupindo looks at his hands
[12:33] Nack Barnes glances, means nothing to him, quirks an eyebrow.
[12:33] Mindo Lupindo: We represent a large Enterprise with global interests.
[12:33] Mindo Lupindo: Good day, Sir.
[12:33] Nack Barnes nods.
[12:33] You: Watch yerself around here, neighbor.

Action on Hale's Moon

Lorie and I were taking the Osprey out for a trial run, with the new atmo plant parts that Captain Meyers found for us. We were out Hale's Moon way (again) and got an SOS all garbled and chopped up, but sure enough, the Alliance was hitting the moon again.

We landed fast, ran out of the Osprey with guns drawn. Lorie was wearing her beach shorts and flip flops, and I have a cast on my right leg from the last time I came to Hale's Moon to help with an Alliance raid... not good.

First thing we noticed was that there weren't any civilians around, and no militia. Place was dead quiet. But we heard an odd whirring sound.

Looking up, we saw an Alliance atmosphere fighter craft, bearing down on us, guns blazing.

Running for cover we returned fire with just the small arms we had, but tell ya what, that pilot must have been damned suprised when those shots hit vital spots on that flying ship of his.

He crashed, we ran over to the wreckage. He climbed out and took a few shots at us with a pistol, we shot back, of course. He hit the ground but before we could check him some armored Alliance Troopers came at us from down the street.

Long running gun fight, and I couldn't even run, just hobble along on my broken leg in its cast. Luckily Lorie's bare legs seemed to distract the troopers a bit. We bagged one of them and the other got his injured buddy out of there.

We went back to check on the pilot, noticed there was a CNS reporter there too, looking a bit wild eyed at having been caught up in a fire fight.

[17:51] Alliance Pilot tries to get rid of his breathing mask as he slowly bleeds out and is obviously dying
[17:51] Nack Barnes grabs the pilot by the shirt, "Who ordered this attack! Tell me!"
[17:52] Alliance Pilot: "nnngh..!" *tries to breath..bites his teeth together* scharnebek,,,,commodore....akkh
[17:52] You: Who? Who???
[17:52] You: Commodore who??
[17:52] Nack Barnes shakes the man violently.
[17:53] Nack Barnes drops the fellow back to the pavement.
[17:53] Alliance Pilot coughs and tries to stay awake
[17:53] You: Gah.
[17:53] Tillery Woodhen: i think he said scharnebek
[17:53] You: That name mean anything to you, Tillery?
[17:54] Tillery Woodhen: Not off hand
[17:54] You: Huh.
[17:54] Alliance Pilot tries to catch a last breath..."help me....."
[17:54] You: Well, reckon this is as good a place as any for this good Alliance pilot.
[17:54] Tillery Woodhen notices the blood pooling
[17:54] Tillery Woodhen: maybe if you get him some med care, he'll be able to talk
[17:54] Nack Barnes shoots the pilot in the head.
[17:55] You: I don't think so.
[17:55] Alliance Pilot dies
[17:55] Tillery Woodhen gasps.
[17:55] Lorie Lilliehook sighs.

I headed back to Blackburne with Lorie. Don't much know or care what the CNS Reporter did with the dead body of that Pilot. I just know it's one less Alliance fighter to come against us in whatever is brewing out here.

Is it... The Alliance?

Stella Linden: oh my the town is theirs as well?
Stella Linden: i'll have to check that out...
Kari Niven: Yes. *nods*
Kari Niven: Watch out for Reavers.
Stella Linden: sorry, geeking out over here...
Stella Linden: OH MY.
Kari Niven: They've been spotted in the area lately.
Stella Linden: all right. at the very least i am armed...
Kari Niven nods, "Good, good."
Stella Linden: ...and i have god powers... so. heh.
Stella Linden: :D
Kari Niven: Can never be to careful out here on the rim worlds!

From the porch, Kari and Amyla

Kari Niven smiles, politely keeping her teeth covered.
Amyla Wakowski smiles. "Hi, Kari."
Kari Niven wrinkles her nose a little, "Someone got shot here on the porch recently. Do you know what happened?"
Amyla Wakowski: It was that Alliance woman. She, uh, said the wrong things, didn't leave... Nack gave her ample opportunity to get the hell away. But... well, she was stupid.
Kari Niven: Nackie told the person to go, and the person didn't go?
Kari Niven laughs, long and hard.
Amyla Wakowski: Yeah.
Kari Niven wipes a tear of mirth from her eye.
Kari Niven: Oh, goodie.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski: 'Course, we were ready to shoot her ourselves if she came back...
Kari Niven smiles again, 5 inch white fangs gleaming.
Kari Niven: People don't understand my brother. They think he's a sweetheart.
Kari Niven giggles again.
Kari Niven: People can be stupid.
Amyla Wakowski shakes her head a little. "Don't know why they keep underestimatin' him. *I* know he's hardcore—even if he can be the nicest guy in the 'Verse, you don't cross him. Yeah, people are foolish."
Kari Niven: Tarlek has buried... oh... dozen, maybe more, Alliance busybodies in just the last year that Nackie shot.
Kari Niven grins again.
Amyla Wakowski: They just don't seem to quit...
Kari Niven: Because they are fools.
Kari Niven: They won't leave us be, even after the hurt they did us.
Amyla Wakowski sighs.
Amyla Wakowski: Speakin' of Alliance annoyances... got this, uh, ex boyfriend, said he's gonna pop by. I plan on bein' extra-scarce when he does, God willing.
Kari Niven extends a razor sharp claw and picks between her fangs with it.
Kari Niven: Amyla want Kari should make an accident happen to him?
Amyla Wakowski: Ah, no... Chol's prepared to rough him up, though.
Kari Niven: Is no trouble at all, and easiest way to get rid of irritating ex's.
Kari Niven nods.
Kari Niven: Kari can put him in unmarked grave with the rest of them.
Amyla Wakowski: He can be a jerk, but... don't wish him dead. Not unless he gets... threatening.
Amyla Wakowski: I finally got 'round to wavin' him back an' warned him no matter who he works for, he starts trouble, he'll be on the wrong enda some bullets.
Kari Niven shrugs, "Kari is a simple girl, with simple solutions. Finds the complications of human life baffling sometimes."
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Amyla Wakowski: He ain't the worst sort. Just a bit... tetchy. An' we were just a bad combination.
Kari Niven: Have had ex's like that. Killed one of them, she got too "tetchy" as you say.
Kari Niven shrugs.
Kari Niven: Life is very hard for hoomans. :(
Kari Niven: Life is very simple for Kari. :)
Amyla Wakowski: Yeah... humans are all kindsa complicated.
Kari Niven giggles, "If it makes you happy, Kari understands."
Amyla Wakowski smiles.\
Kari Niven: Still, if you want this boy to disappear, you say to Kari.
Amyla Wakowski nods. "Will do."
Kari Niven: Kari have no problem getting him alone.
Kari Niven smiles innocently.
Amyla Wakowski: If he's smart, he'll come for the martinis and do no worse than get into a little manly tussle.
Amyla Wakowski: And he can be smart, when he wants to be.
Kari Niven nods, "Nackie won't shoot someone for bar fight. He'd have no business if he did."
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski giggles.
Kari Niven sighs sadly, "Been long time since Kari was in bar fight. People are so well behaved now. It's boring."
Amyla Wakowski: Yeah, figure we're due for some brawlin', next time some o' those Alliance servicemen take shore leave.
Kari Niven nods excitedly.
Kari Niven: That would be fun!
Kari Niven: Kari hurt one bad last time, Lauralai was mad.
Amyla Wakowski: Aw.
Kari Niven: So next time Kari will be more careful!
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski pouts a little. "Chol made me promise I won't get into any fights."
Kari Niven: What kind of male would do that??
Kari Niven looks horrified.
Amyla Wakowski: Well, we're gonna have a baby... he's bein' protective.
Kari Niven: But... Kari doesn't get. You still hunt and provide while carrying, males still lounge around and take the best of the hunt and sun themselves... what's that got to do with fighting?
Kari Niven sniffs, "Why Kari has no use for males. They are worthless. Except for making young."
Amyla Wakowski: Human males can be a little different. Some of 'em, anyway.
Kari Niven: Hmmmm. Maybe so. But still, seems to Kari they take the best of the hunt and still sit around while the females do the real work.
Kari Niven: That way in the bed too.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski chuckles.
Kari Niven stretches her long arms, fingerclaws snickting out then back in.
Amyla Wakowski: Guess I'm lucky, then. Chol's pretty fair in sharing the workload.
Kari Niven: Maybe Amyla is lucky then.
Kari Niven nods.
Kari Niven: Kari tried out a couple of human males.
Kari Niven sighs.
Amyla Wakowski: Oh, there's plenty of dissappointing ones. The majority, maybe.
Kari Niven: They not much different from mutant males.
Kari Niven sighs.
Kari Niven: But at least the lion males Kari has had were... energetic and had endurance.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski gigles.
Kari Niven sighs, "But, still, for Kari, seems they good for making young, and even at that they aren't really very good."
Kari Niven purrs and stretches, "Pride sisters much more fun."
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven looks sad.
Kari Niven: Miss my lion family. But Kari can't stay with them. Kari to different, why she came here when a cub and got caught by Nackie's family, stealing food.
Kari Niven: Amyla misses her family too.
Kari Niven nods.
Amyla Wakowski: Yes, I do.
Amyla Wakowski: But they're on Persephone... an' things bein' as they are, ain't easy to go back there. Might be hard gettin' back.
Amyla Wakowski: Would cause a whole mess o' trouble if I got stuck offworld.
Kari Niven: Kari wanted to go see other worlds.
Kari Niven sighs.
Kari Niven: But, mutants here, we scared of Alliance.
Kari Niven: There's none like us out there, so we hide here.
Amyla Wakowski: Yeah... I'm lucky, I look like a regular human.
Kari Niven: Can help, but also makes it hard.
Kari Niven: Kari can travel wastes, doesn't get hurt by radiotions as much.
Kari Niven: Kari sees her lion family now and then out there too.
Kari Niven makes a small smile.
Kari Niven: But for humans, is hard out there.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: amyla know how fast cheetah run?
Amyla Wakowski: Really-really-really fast?
Kari Niven giggles.
Kari Niven: Up to 65mph sprints.
Kari Niven: Eveyone knows cheetah fast, yes.
Kari Niven: Amyla know how fast girl lion run?
Kari Niven has a bright gleam in her green eyes.
Amyla Wakowski: Also really-really-really fast?
Kari Niven purrs, "Up to 55 mph. That is thing no one seems to know. And girl lion much much bigger and stronger than cheetah. When hit you at 55 mph, is making parts of you fly apart."
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski grins.
Kari Niven: So, Kari can't go to places on other worlds, but can do things here that need to be done and no one else does safely.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: Why Kari is in wastes so much. So little time here.
Kari Niven: Kari's 5 years of life spent most here, but now having to be in wastes mostly.
Kari Niven: You have young, Kari hopes it lives. Hooman's here loose 90% of them before born, makes everybody sad.
Kari Niven: If happens, keep trying. Nackie and Lauralai say need all babies.
Amyla Wakowski: Um, yeah. I hope so, too.
Amyla Wakowski: Still, 10% odds are better than none.
Kari Niven: Is.
Kari Niven: Then you hope young is born without things wrong, because that happens so much here too.
Kari Niven: It's the Alliance that did that to us.
Kari Niven: Is why we hate them.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Amyla Wakowski: I was here before the War. My pa got us offworld quick as he could went things got bad.
Amyla Wakowski: But not 'fore some things got dropped.
Amyla Wakowski: My mama and sister still got sickness.
Kari Niven: Nackie said things were green and there was farms all over.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: He showed me pictures.
Amyla Wakowski: My granddaddy had a farm.
Kari Niven: Kari has a hard time understanding farms.
Kari Niven shrugs.
Kari Niven: Making foods come out of the dirt seems silly.
Kari Niven: Just go kill it and eat it. Is easier.
Amyla Wakowski: Sometimes. Depends on the place. Depends on how many need to eat.
Kari Niven: All the green is dangerous though. Kari doesn't see how people feel safe like that.
Amyla Wakowski: I may be human, but I don't understand 'em a lotta the time, either.
Kari Niven: Is it true on other places the green isn't deadly spots?
Kari Niven sighs.
Amyla Wakowski: Oh, yes.
Kari Niven: Kari will never understand other places.
Kari Niven: Here, you in wastes, you see green growing, you go other way.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: Things at green places will eat you before you can eat them.
Kari Niven: Kari's seen a few. Not many. Very dangerous.
Amyla Wakowski: Green used to be a good color, a long time ago. Green that Alliance chemicals and bombs make, though, that's bad.
Kari Niven: In wastes, green is color of death.
Amyla Wakowski nods sadly.
Kari Niven: There is green, there is plants and water.
Kari Niven: There are plants and water, there are things that will eat you fast.
Kari Niven: You run from places like that, Amyla, you see them.
Amyla Wakowski: I will.
Kari Niven: Even slow hooman run, do.
Amyla Wakowski: Don't plan on goin' into the wastes, but what I plan and what takes plan ain't always exactly been similar.
Amyla Wakowski: *what takes place
Kari Niven: Kari knows how that is!
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski must afk for food, brb
Kari Niven nods, leans back on couch.
Amyla Wakowski is back.
Kari Niven flicks her ears up.
Kari Niven: Is good place to relax.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven inhales deeply, "No scent of Reavers or anything today."
Amyla Wakowski: Heard we mighta got the last of 'em for now.
Kari Niven: kari is sure of it.
Amyla Wakowski: Good.
Kari Niven: Kari scouted wreck when happened, sure all are dead now.
Amyla Wakowski: Those were especially ... persistent.
Kari Niven: They are broken in their heads.
Amyla Wakowski: Thought they were gonna get me that one night, when I was in The Cup. And that door is thick and tough!
Kari Niven: Amyla shoots them if they come. Is better to shoot them fast.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Amyla Wakowski: I try.
Amyla Wakowski: Everybody tells me I should hide, though, instead of fight.
Kari Niven: Kari can't use gun, but doesn't like them anyway.
Kari Niven: Huh.
Kari Niven: Hide.
Kari Niven: Hide is no good most times.
Kari Niven: Kill is better.
Kari Niven giggles, "Kari hid when cub, stealing food. Didn't work."
Kari Niven: Kari was lucky Nackie's family took her in though.
Amyla Wakowski: Everyone tells me what to do. Because they care, I guess. Gets tiresome, though.
Kari Niven: Tell them to fuck off.
Kari Niven nods.
Kari Niven: That's what Kari does.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski giggles.
Kari Niven: Nackie used to try to protect Kari.
Kari Niven: When Kari was two years, Nackie came to protect Kari when the old Shepherd tried to force himself on Kari.
Kari Niven giggles at the memory.
Amyla Wakowski: Oh my.
Kari Niven: Saw Kari tear stupid old man's heart of of chest and bite into it.
Amyla Wakowski: Good move.
Kari Niven: Nackie got mad because Kari's not to eat peoples, but he deserved.
Kari Niven: Nackie stopped trying to protect Kari then.
Kari Niven purrs at the happy memory.
Amyla Wakowski nods emphatically. "People like that deserve that."
Kari Niven: New Shepherd is nicer. Kari hopes she doesn't have to eat his heart too.
Kari Niven: New Shepherd says Kari has soul, old Shepherd said Kari was animal.
Amyla Wakowski: Yes... Shepherd Nieuport seems decent.
Kari Niven: Is Kari's Blueberry well?
Kari Niven: Kari hasn't seen him as much lately.
Amyla Wakowski: Oh, he worries on things. A lot. As usual.
Kari Niven: Kari always thought that a silly thing to do.
Amyla Wakowski: He says I trust people too easy, think some of the people we know.... that we don't know 'em so well as we thought, an' they could make trouble for us.
Amyla Wakowski: I don't wanna worry so much.
Kari Niven: Hmmm.
Kari Niven: Blueberry worries too much.
Amyla Wakowski: Yes. he does.
Kari Niven: Kari loves Blueberry though.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: And is glad he has mate now.
Kari Niven nods.
Amyla Wakowski blushes a little.
Kari Niven: Hoomans like lions, they need family.
Amyla Wakowski: Yes.
Kari Niven: Amyla know lions only cat with socials.
Kari Niven nods.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: Hard for Kari to spend so much time alone in wastes, but must be done.
Kari Niven: Tarlek can't do all hunting and scavenging.
Kari Niven: He's drunk too much.
Amyla Wakowski: And it's a big job.
Kari Niven: He finds such gfood stuff too. Tells Nackie where to go to get parts for stuff.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Kari Niven: Kari can't find stuff as good, but kills dangers better than Tarlek.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski smiles.
Kari Niven: Kari thinks Tarlek will get eaten some day.
Kari Niven nods.
Kari Niven: He drinks too much out in wastes.
Amyla Wakowski: So I've heard...
Kari Niven: He's broken in the head too.
Amyla Wakowski nods.
Amyla Wakowski: A lot of us are...
Kari Niven: Mrrr. Most are just hooman, and most hooman's kind of broken in the head.
Kari Niven giggles.
Amyla Wakowski chuckles. "True enough."
Kari Niven: Kari must hunt! Bye, Amyla. Nack says Kari is always to say bye, though Kari doesn't get that.
Amyla Wakowski: Bye.,.. I'll see you when I see you.
Kari Niven waves happily and bounds off.