The Independence

LT walks over to Ansell and covertly draws him aside as the crew clears out of the bridge.

LT, speaking in an undertone: Now'd be a good time for you to head out and score some gear. I reckon Boros is big enough of a hub for you to root out any knickknacks we might need. Also... *draws closer as his voice takes on a warning edge* ...I'd think twice before running off on me. I'm not exactly friendless, nor am I above bearing grudges. Do we have an understanding?

Ansell gives a slight tilt of his head, but doesn't answer. Lt eyes him warily for a short while, then strides away.

Ansell: *lays his beady, calculating gaze on Lt's back as the captain disappears through the hatchway* Wo hast du den denn aufgegabelt?

Leopard seemingly materializes from the shadows beside him.

LF: I really didn't, I just hitched.

Ansell: I see... *pauses as a reflective look fleets across his face* ...do you conjecture he has the requisite expertise to be a valuable asset on this operation?

LF: *issues a sound halfway between a chuckle and a snort* Well, he sure likes to think he does...

Ansell gives her a keen look.

LF: I have no earthly idea, Ansell. I haven't exactly been hanging out with the guy.

Ansell: Yes, yes, bedauere. I suppose I will have to see for myself. *starts lumbering toward the hatch, wincing and moaning as he goes, then stops for a breather and looks at her* Would you be so kind as to help me to infirmary at the present? I would prefer to have look at my lesions before we head out.



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Leopard- Sure *drapes Ansell's left arm over her shoulders* Don't expect me to be real gentle though.

Ansell- *sigh* Alright, off we go

*they walk to the infirmary, Ansell groaning and wincing all the way, with Leopard getting annoyed with him, until they get there.*

Ansell- Just set me down on the infirmary bed, that'll be fine

*Leopard sets him down*

Ansell- Now, if you would be so kind, could you grab the compression wrap?

Leopard- Okay

*Leopard starts opening cabinets at random, pushing aside random things, until she finds it to the far left*

Leopard- This it?

*Ansell rolls his eyes and nods an affirmative*
*Leopard glares at Ansell and wraps the bandage really tightly around him*

Ansell- Ow! The point is to steady the rib cage, not crush it!

*Leopard glares at Ansell again*
*Ansell winces*

Ansell- I guess I deserved that...

*Leopard pulls the wrap a little tightter*

Leopard- This good enough?

Ansell- Ah, yeah! *winces* I believe I can handle it from here

Leopard- Good. I need to grab a couple things.

*Leoaprd walks out in the direction of her hidey-hole*


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Shepard was still unsure of Ansell. His data was right, he knew that in his gut, but there was something about him. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind. An Di was just going to love this. No way would he pay it, not with out a catch. Greedy bastard...

Shepard made is way down to his bunk, he needed a plan. Since he had lost the Steel Cat's, he had been flying blinder then usual. He kicked himself for thinking about it again. He needed a drink.

Shepard looked aimlessly the liquid being poured from the bottle to the glass. He brought it to his mouth before pouring it back in to the bottle. Not now, you're still the captain. Act like it!.

He put his brown jacket over a green shirt, with Chinese character for "War" on the front in a pale grey. His trousers bore a desert camouflage pattern. He holstered his AV8 Avenger, a sound suppressed revolver with sight and an eight shot clip. His favorite gun.

His face was a mess in the mirror, he hadn't had much sleep since it happened. He brushed his brown hair out of his pale-blue eyes, which were only slightly blood shot, considering all. He washed his face and stepped out of his room, bumping into Jay.

Jay: Sir.

Jay made a move to continue on his way, but Shepard placed an arm forward of his chest.

Lt: I need you to fire up shuttle one, seeing as how we no longer have a mule, and punch in the co-ords for here.

Shepard pointed at a location on the data pad, an abandoned independent bunker. Jay nodded an affirmative and continued on his way. Shepard tilted his head in reply and made his way to the engine room. Dash was under the engine, presumably fixing it. Shepard, even though he had a grasp of mechanics, wouldn't hazard a guess.

Lt: You didn't come to the bridge, not that it matters. Anyway, to get to my poin-

Dash: Yes, now give me a spanner.

Lt: - need you to stay and hold the fort...

Shepard passed the spanner up and left to find An Di. He found the greedy bastard in the mess, devouring a bowl of, well, slop.

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*Leoaprd walks out in the direction of her hidey-hole*

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An Di: Everything tastes like crap.

Lt: Well things are about to get better and better

An Di: You know, I hired a dozen other people before you for this damn reason. You always screw with the plan, and then it goes cluster fuck!

Shepard ignored the comment.

Lt: We need the Indy re-fitted.

An Di: Why in-!

Lt: If you wouldn't jump down my throat I was getting to that.

Shepard showed him the location of the station.

An Di: 10,000 AC

Lt: What!

An Di: Thats what I'll pay you, and you get that refit.

Lt: Greedy bastard! It's your job.

An Di: And I also know if you don't do the job it will be a while before another come round... Just a feeling in my gut.

Lt: Son of a whore!

An Di: Well, I thank you for stitching me u-

Lt: Fine, as long as we get 9,000 for supplies.

An Di: 4,000

Lt: 5,000

An Di grabbed Shepard's hand with both of his. An Di had just made a fortune. Shepard glared coldly , making An Di quickly retreat.

An Di: It's been a pleasure, but now, I must take my leave.

Lt: About gorram time! Shoo! Get off my boat!

Leopard emerged from her nook.

Lt: Go grab Ansell, wouldya'? Jay should have Shuttle One ready by the time you get hiss ass up here, which you better 'cause I ain't trusting him with my ship.

Leopard disappeared to the lower decks why Shepard made his way to Shuttle One.

Jay: Just in time Shepard, she's ready to go.

Shepard stared at him, "You'd better shift"

Jay: Ohhhh.. right.

Jay shifted up, slumping onto another seat. A noise started thumping up the steps.

Jay: Wha-

Lt:*Under his breath* Leopard.

Lf: Dammit, stop being such a baby!

Ansell: I just don't see why you have to drag me by the-

There was a crash from the hold. Jay looked outside, confused. Shepard chuckled.

Lt: Ansell, it ain't that

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Ansell's demeanor shifts from placid contemplation to all out anger as he grows weary of Leopard's manhandling act. He utters a low, rumbling growl as he straightens up and forcefully disentangles himself from her hold before heading for the opposite side of the vehicle and resting his sore carcass against the mucked up panel.

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LtShepard:
Jay:Have you figured out how to get on his good side

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Ansell: *takes in a couple of deep breaths to recapture his poised exterior before replying* He has one?

He mostly keeps to himself for the remainder of the trip, his expression that of a man lost among thoughts as he inherently tunes out the crew's ongoing chatter.

Was den noch? he thinks. I can not be certain of where they are taking me, although it is passably safe to assume that we are headed for a mart of sorts. Regardless, I am dubious I will be in a position to collect every one of the articles I will be needing... He sighs and runs a tired hand through his dusky, waning hair. How long had it been since he had last slept? Or eaten? Zur rechten Zeit, he says to himself, trusting that the medicinal cocktail he had managed to administer himself before Leopard's inopportune appearance would successfully pull him through the day. Für jetzt, I need to secure cortex access...



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