Sorry people! Was sick like way bad for awhile then had like,
Chapter-6
Bah!!
Erynn brushed her hair out of her face clipping it back.
She glanced herself over in the mirror. Dark black leather jeans,
tight muscel shirt with a strap holding up the near shotgun type rifle.
Her silver spiked black leather dog collar choker and silver beaded
nicklaces hung about her throat, covering her jugular suficiantly
without too much work or hassle. She sniffed ligtly clearing her
sinus'. She'd just go down to the docking station and leave.
She'd finished her last mission for the Company. She would leave,
and just not report back. They'd list her as missing and wouldn't lift
another finger towards her retreival. She stared back in the mirror
again. Who the hell was staring back at her? Not the woman who
had last month... none more last week nor yesterday.. What
was she turning into? Mercing was not the profession for her.
It'd taken her 8 years to figure that out, but she had. No...
It was starting to get old. Company was
starting to get old.. It was already old. She looked down staring
at all the scars laddering up her arm, almost to her elbow on both,
one fresh. She trailed her fingers along it eyes narrowing.
'Damn bastard. I'll get you back for that. Any new steps to this
ladder will be made by me.' Did it really matter? No, probably not,
it was going to be just another faded scar anyways but she needed
something to do. Something to hate before she left. Something to seek
and destroy. Then she'd pick out something that got in her way along
the way. She was like a heat seeking misle with a mind. Sometimes she
brought them back alive, well... breathing at least.
Depended on the pricing on their miserable heads. She walked out the
door quietly shutting it behind her. Her footsteps down the stairs
were just as quiet. Not that she did it purposfully, it just, happened.
She stopped midway through the lobby. A strange tingling ran
up her spine like volts of electricity. Her head quickly snapped to
her left scanning the shadows. Her eyes narrowed and she continued
on her way, the sensation spining every nerve on her left side.
He watched her pass. Once he could have sworn she'd looked right at
him, he could have sworm she'd seen him. But no... She stopped
outside the door and shook her tension away.
"Getting paranoid in your old age, Erynn.." the slim figure mumbled to
itself. She walked about into the now abundent masses of people.
"From ghost town to hell hole in less than 8 hours. I'm almost
surprised."
She went with a flow for a bit, it led her right to the docking station.
A bulky man serving as a desk attendent smiled at her as she approached.
"What can I get for you?"
"Docking number to the Malestorm."
He typed at his computer and waited a moment as the hardrive ground
loudly.
"Number, 56"
He smiled. She was attractive. Slim, tall, black lipstick and an onyx
nose stud. Dark eyeshadow went up to her eyebrows. As she walked away
her hips swung slightly, barly enough to notice, but when they were...
Well, that was another story. His brows arched and his eyes gleamed.
"Gunna have to get me a peice of that someday."
--
Her eyes scanned the docks. This was number 56 but where the hell was
the Malestorm? There weren't many ships and the Malestorm's
distinctive red, yellow and blue painted hull wasn't visable. Someone
must have stolen it over the night while it was unattended she presumed
"DAMMIT!" she yelled at the top of her lungs almost throwing a fit
of rage in the middle of the isle.
"Erynn?"
She whirled irrtably snarling. If she'd had fangs she'd have bore them.
"Ricky says he'll see you at 5."
Jak stood before her large eyes open wide.
"FINE! Tell him I'll be there and if he's not..." she growled
Jak had already gone.
----------
Erynn brushed her hair back. She'd need to find a lift to Keqnal, and
maybe if this guy had a ship she could get him to give her a ride. If
Jason would take her in again... IF! Ha! He'd beg at her feet. The
rich son of a bitch loved her, he desired her, he'd pay any price and
do anything to have her. She knew it, he knew it. She'd be forced to
take him up on it. She couldn't merc around anymore but if she stopped
she'd have no income. It was work to start a new life or free load it
off a rich man. It was an easy enough descion for her.
"BAH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
She despised Jason...
Chapter-6
Bah!!
Erynn brushed her hair out of her face clipping it back.
She glanced herself over in the mirror. Dark black leather jeans,
tight muscel shirt with a strap holding up the near shotgun type rifle.
Her silver spiked black leather dog collar choker and silver beaded
nicklaces hung about her throat, covering her jugular suficiantly
without too much work or hassle. She sniffed ligtly clearing her
sinus'. She'd just go down to the docking station and leave.
She'd finished her last mission for the Company. She would leave,
and just not report back. They'd list her as missing and wouldn't lift
another finger towards her retreival. She stared back in the mirror
again. Who the hell was staring back at her? Not the woman who
had last month... none more last week nor yesterday.. What
was she turning into? Mercing was not the profession for her.
It'd taken her 8 years to figure that out, but she had. No...
It was starting to get old. Company was
starting to get old.. It was already old. She looked down staring
at all the scars laddering up her arm, almost to her elbow on both,
one fresh. She trailed her fingers along it eyes narrowing.
'Damn bastard. I'll get you back for that. Any new steps to this
ladder will be made by me.' Did it really matter? No, probably not,
it was going to be just another faded scar anyways but she needed
something to do. Something to hate before she left. Something to seek
and destroy. Then she'd pick out something that got in her way along
the way. She was like a heat seeking misle with a mind. Sometimes she
brought them back alive, well... breathing at least.
Depended on the pricing on their miserable heads. She walked out the
door quietly shutting it behind her. Her footsteps down the stairs
were just as quiet. Not that she did it purposfully, it just, happened.
She stopped midway through the lobby. A strange tingling ran
up her spine like volts of electricity. Her head quickly snapped to
her left scanning the shadows. Her eyes narrowed and she continued
on her way, the sensation spining every nerve on her left side.
He watched her pass. Once he could have sworn she'd looked right at
him, he could have sworm she'd seen him. But no... She stopped
outside the door and shook her tension away.
"Getting paranoid in your old age, Erynn.." the slim figure mumbled to
itself. She walked about into the now abundent masses of people.
"From ghost town to hell hole in less than 8 hours. I'm almost
surprised."
She went with a flow for a bit, it led her right to the docking station.
A bulky man serving as a desk attendent smiled at her as she approached.
"What can I get for you?"
"Docking number to the Malestorm."
He typed at his computer and waited a moment as the hardrive ground
loudly.
"Number, 56"
He smiled. She was attractive. Slim, tall, black lipstick and an onyx
nose stud. Dark eyeshadow went up to her eyebrows. As she walked away
her hips swung slightly, barly enough to notice, but when they were...
Well, that was another story. His brows arched and his eyes gleamed.
"Gunna have to get me a peice of that someday."
--
Her eyes scanned the docks. This was number 56 but where the hell was
the Malestorm? There weren't many ships and the Malestorm's
distinctive red, yellow and blue painted hull wasn't visable. Someone
must have stolen it over the night while it was unattended she presumed
"DAMMIT!" she yelled at the top of her lungs almost throwing a fit
of rage in the middle of the isle.
"Erynn?"
She whirled irrtably snarling. If she'd had fangs she'd have bore them.
"Ricky says he'll see you at 5."
Jak stood before her large eyes open wide.
"FINE! Tell him I'll be there and if he's not..." she growled
Jak had already gone.
----------
Erynn brushed her hair back. She'd need to find a lift to Keqnal, and
maybe if this guy had a ship she could get him to give her a ride. If
Jason would take her in again... IF! Ha! He'd beg at her feet. The
rich son of a bitch loved her, he desired her, he'd pay any price and
do anything to have her. She knew it, he knew it. She'd be forced to
take him up on it. She couldn't merc around anymore but if she stopped
she'd have no income. It was work to start a new life or free load it
off a rich man. It was an easy enough descion for her.
"BAH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
She despised Jason...