Phoenix Feathers, Part II

Chapter 17

Disclaimer: Joss is Boss, and…and…and all these ideas floating around in my head are mostly his doing. So it’s really just a lesser version of something that he could do much better. And I personally wouldn’t have any complaints if he did…

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EXT- DYTON CITY SPACEPORT DOCKING BAY- MORNING

The ramp of the Stallion hisses open and a pair of shoed feet walk down it. Phoenix pauses, taking in the surroundings as the streets of the Bazaar District begin to fill up with people and produce. He glides out of frame.

INT- STALLION BRIDGE- SAME TIME

Monty is sitting in the pilot’s seat, presumably having stayed up all night and watched the sunrise. Priscilla enters the bridge quietly enough not to disturb him, but doesn’t try to sneak up on him either. She waits.

MONTY: (back turned) How is he?

PRISCILLA: Stable. He’ll mend, in time. Koyi’s exhausted, though. All that doctorin’s got her more irritable than usual, but she should- well, maybe if you held her down for a few hours. She’s not keen on leaving Clarke alone just yet. She took it hard.

MONTY: (back still turned) We’ve all had a rough couple of days.

Priscilla nods, wanting to say more, but holding back. Monty turns around and tosses her a small bag of coins- his personal savings, perhaps?

PRISCILLA: What’s this?

MONTY: Your share.

PRISCILLA: Share? We didn’t…

MONTY: Prissy, I may not be the brightest, but I do notice certain things. You’ve been looking for a long while now for a job. That should be enough to get you to where you need to go.

PRISCILLA: Sir, I...

MONTY: Plenty of honest jobs that won’t put you or your niece at risk, and I won’t have you endangering yourself by staying here.

PRISCILLA: This is about the kid, isn’t it? You’re going to keep him on- knowing what he is-

MONTY: We don’t know-

PRISCILLA: Why don’t we just drop him somewhere and leave him be? He can take care of himself- we know that much.

MONTY: Alliance’ll