Thank you everyone for your continued support.
In the spotlight today is Mrs. Marie Woods-Winchester for the fave
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Thanks, everyone.
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Chapter Nine: More Guns
Seven stared at her curved reflection in the staff. She was sitting down in the shuttle. Four was looking over his sword for any imperfections, while One and Six were trying to figure out how to fly the shuttle.
Three walks in and just frowns at Four. "Seriously, what's with the sword?"
"It's quicker, more effective in close quart combat."
"More effective than a gun?"
Four smirked. "Without a doubt."
"You think you could outdraw me with that thing?" Three scoffs.
Four puts the sword to his throat. "I would have your head cut off before you could even unholster."
"What about the staff over here?" Three gestures at Seven. "There's no way our lucky number is fast enough to beat a gun with that."
She just looks up at him and gestures at her newest bruises from falling over the books. "I don't like guns and I don't seem to be terribly lucky."
"Then why are you still wearing one?"
"Because I might still have to use one," she frowned at him.
"Hey," Two walks in and looks to One. "I need to talk to you."
Six makes an immature and grins, "Oooo."
Seven just shook her head as One followed Two out of the shuttle. "And I thought we were all grown-ups here."
Six leaned over the seat in front of her, smiling still by seemed concerned. "You doing okay? You know, since the android didn't find anything out about you?"
She bit her lip and did her best not to look at Four, even though she saw him glance her way before going back to his sword. "I'm fine. Maybe if I'm lucky I won't have to meet the person I was anytime soon, especially if she's anything like the people the Android found in the files."
"You make it sound like that wasn't us on the screen," he eyed her curiously.
"In a way," she stared into the eyes that were distorted by the curvature of the staff. "It wasn't you. Despite knowing, you can choose to walk away and create a new journey for yourself. Who I was before may not have felt she had a choice and there may be any number of underlying circumstance we don't know yet."
She forced another smile and she could tell he wanted to say more, but after a moment One came back into the shuttle and it was time head out. Four sat in the seat next to hers in the back. He gave her a hard look and a nod as they strapped in. Soon enough they were headed down to the planet.
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Four and Seven carried in the last crate, Three and Six were already setting theirs down twenty feet ahead, and One was talking a young woman. They hadn't bothered to really brief Seven on the way down other than to tell her no to talk to the inhabitants so she wouldn't ruin their cover story. From the moment they touched down on the planet however she'd felt ready to run. Hair standing up along her neck and muscle uncomfortable tense.
"I really hope we can leave here soon," Seven whispered, her aching ribs feeling ready to snap.
He kept his eyes facing their destination, "You voted to help."
She sighed. "I know, but I've had a bad feeling since we touched down."
He looked at her this time, but only nodded and seemed to move with a bit more purpose as they went to set down the crate. Three said something witty to the group and made a point to try and leave at least twice as Four and Seven set the crate down.
"At least let us thank you," A dark haired woman with a gun said.
Three shook his head, "That bloodthirsty look in your eyes is all the thanks I need."
She stopped him again. "With song and drink."
"Well, who doesn't love a good song, huh?" He smirked.
Seven looked to Four and he only lightly shook his head. She groaned when even One moved to follow the woman as she led them further into the complex. They were led to a sort of mess hall, drinks were spread around and real food was laid down in front of them. The inhabitants were quickly on their way to having a good night, Three following right along with them, while One, Six and Seven sat apart.
"We drink their drink, eat their food, and then just leave them here to die," One looked forlornly around the room.
"Hey, if you've got another suggestion that doesn't involve us dying here with them, I'd love to hear it," Six said, taking a small swig of his drink.
Seven nodded, thinking about the picture Four had shown her with the identical women. "Yeah, we need to leave here soon or we're going to be stuck whether we like it or not. I want to help these people too, but I don't want to die without knowing who I was. There might be someone out there who needs me more."
One didn't like those answers. "Maybe we should tell them the truth."
"What that we're mercenaries sent here to kill them?"
"They should know that no more help is coming." He insisted.
"It won't make a difference." Six shook his head as he took a turn looking around the room.
"Maybe not," One tried looking to Seven for some support. "But we might."
Six leaned over in front her to block One's view. "Don't even think about it."
"We're very, very bad people who've done some very bad things," One kept going. "this is our chance to put our unique skill set to good use. We stand alongside these miners and, when Ferrous Corp comes, we hurt them. Hurt them so bad they think twice about bothering with this planet."
Six just smiles at him and starts laughing.
"What?" One asks, irritated and genuinely confused as to why no one was taking his side.
Six shook his head, smile falling away. "You're nothing if not predictable. Two told us you'd say all of that, practically word for word. She also said to do whatever it takes to bring you back with us, including knocking you out and dragging you back if we have to."
"Really?" One huffed and crossed his arms.
Seven nodded, almost grinning at the childish display as Six continued this time. "She did ask me not to hit you in the face though."
"She told me to use any method I saw fit to keep you distracted," Seven grinned. "Including offering some rather unorthodox forms of persuasion."
Six gave her a wide-eyed look and One just seemed confused for moment before realization dawned on him, but Seven just shrugged. "She really wants us to get out of here before you have a chance to start trouble."
Seven was trying not to laugh at the sour look on the pretty man's face when one of the miners burst into the room. "Ferrous Corp is here! Ferrous Corp is here!"
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