"Sure, but it will be fun!" Chase whispers to Penny. She sneaks a quick kiss on the quartermaster's cheek when she thinks nobody else is looking.
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"I don't know. This toxin thing seems bad. Maybe the galaxy would be better off if the vesk didn't have access to it?" Chase says with a shrug. "I say we let her go."
”Just keep your hands to yourself, Pen,” Chase says with a smirk. ”Let’s keep going.”
”Even magic boulders are no match for me!” Chase declares. She stretches her arms, then puts her shoulders to the stones, grunting, sweating, and cursing as she eventually shoves them out of the way.
Chase pounds her Fistigons together for emphasis as she ensures the formian doesn't attempt to escape justice.
Chase searches the other robot, but she doesn't have any better luck.
"Yeehaw!" Chase shouts as she moves to punch the next robot!
"Nobody's more badass than we are!" Chase counters, charging to punch the nearest robot!
When they get to the shop, Chase leans against the wall and cross her arms over her chest. She lets somebody with a better bedside manner try to ask questions.
"Alright, let's go bug hunting," Chase says, clenching her Fistigons for emphasis.
Chase taps away at her computer, getting a hit on TruBlu Dyeworks within seconds. "Don't know if the captain can be trusted or not, but there was definitely a crime that went down at the Dyeworks. Armed burglary, 14 dead. That's not really Eline's style." She shows the rest of the crew the search results.
Chase winks at the departing pahtra. ”We appreciate it, babe. Don’t be a stranger, yeah?” She moans softly as Penny begins to rub her in the right spot. ”Mmm, yeah, now where were we?” She drags the quartermaster back into the stall and closes the door...
"Of course. It's all good, love," Chase says, continuing to plant kisses along Penny's neck and back. "This can be a one time thing, if you want. Or it could be a many time thing. It gets lonely in the Drift. We could stock up on that vesk hooch before we leave..."
A bleary-eyed Chase steps out of the barn stall behind Penny, still naked from their previous night's exertions. "Running away so quickly, love? Not even going to stay for breakfast?" She wraps her strong arms around the mystic's waist and gently kisses the back of her neck.
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Chase dashes up to the second beast and punches!
She spins herself around in a circle!
"Augh!" Chase grunts as she is impaled. Ignoring the pain, she calibrates her Fistigons and delivers a double rocket punch to the critter's face!
"It's certainly as ugly as her!" Chase replies. She shoves the door open with her shoulder as she moves to attack the owner of the tendril!
”Join the crowd!” Chase shouts to the retreating Penny.
"Nanites. Why does it always have to be nanites?" Chase mutters, shaking her head. "Well, I think everything should be safe now. Not it for cleaning up the mess!" Seeing Penny dropping with defrex guts, the engineer smirks. "Well, I'm willing to help Penny get clean. Care for a sponge bath, love?" She gives the mystic a bawdy wink.
Chase barely manages to avoid being trampled as she moves to check the airlock.
Chase rolls and spins through the room, though the lasers still singe her. She comes up by the power source, the panel on her arm popping open as she accesses her custom rig. She gets to work, and in moments, she has disconnected the power source for the lasers.
Chase gives Penny a high-five. "Alright! I'm gonna check the science lab next!" The engineer heads into the corridor--
--and immediately gets trampled, stomped, and bit by the defrexes. Cursing and bleeding, she stumbles into the science lab, finding it hard to concentrate on looking around thanks to her extensive injuries. "Son of a b~~+&!"
Chase grits her teeth and resists the arcane energy. She gets back on the comm. ”There’s a crazy defrex disco in the arcane lab! Penny, come here and use your mojo to reverse the whammy!”
Chase winces as the explosions rock the ship. "Dammit! Boots, what did you do?" she shouts over the comms. After performing swift diagnostics in the engine room, she says, "All clear here. I'm going to check out the arcane lab!" She heads that way, ready to punch any defrexes that might be in the way!
Chase activates her energy shield moments before the grenade explodes, absorbing the force of the blast. "Bastard!" she grunts, dusting herself off. When she sees the comm history, she curses even more creatively. "Eline! I knew my b&~!@y sister would hold a grudge. This won't be the last retaliation from her, I'm sure. If I ever see her again, I'm gonna punch her in the face. She has a very punchable face."
Abandoning her futile efforts, Chase steps up to take out her frustration on the undead.
Or the ground, at least.
Chase continues her exercise in futility...
Chase lets out a string of creative curses as she scrabbles at the rock wall, to no avail. "Dammit! I knew I should have gone with the Extend-o-Fists!"
Chase maneuvers her bike near the cliff and tries to climb the wall, but her first attempt fails miserably.
Chase pulls out her laser pistol and fires on the distant sniper.
"Bah! Why can't he come down where I can punch him?" she grouses.
”Penny! Be careful! That bike is expensive!” Chase chides. She quickly rigs up a pulley with some cord and branches to haul the enercycle out of the pit.
Seeing Boots flailing, Chase revs her enercycle to ride beside her, bumping her bike away from the jagged rocks.
”Step aside,” Chase says, engaging her custom rig to help guide her through the hacking process. Soon enough, she has downloaded the proper audio files, along with forged licenses for all of the crew members.
Chase gives Penny a high-five. "Alright, let's do it!"
Chase spends the dinner cozying up to the Wintermourn's engineer and swapping technical specs of their respective ships.
"Drinks sound great! You buying, Captain?" Chase inquires with a grin.
Chase remains quiet and alert as the others take care of business and banter.
”Yeahk Carolyn, I know you like it like that, baby,” Chase purrs. She gives the engines another brief boost to get past the tentacles!
"Hang on, let me make some calibrations!" Chase says as her fingers fly over the consoles.
"Intereference clear! Max power to thrusters! Punch it, Boots!"
Chase rolls up her nonexistent sleeves, tightens her belt, and gets to work, using all her mechanical expertise!
"Shall we make a bet? I win, I get command of the ship next time the captain's away. You win, I'll pay a forfeit of your choice."
Chase blows a raspberry at Carolyn's assessment. "B**#+, please. This thing's a piece of cake. I'll have it done in half that time!" She brandishes her hydrospanner with a confident grin.
"You intimidate him, Boots. He picked Katie because she's 'safe,'" Chase says to her companion.
”Copy that!” Boots and Chase: Chase turns back to the goblins and gives them a mechanical thumbs up. ”Okay, you’ve got yourselves a deal. Now let’s get this engine down to the docking bay and get her hooked up!”
Ben’s comm crackles with Chase’s voice. ”Hey, boss! We tracked down the Drift engine. A couple of goblins will give it to us, free of charge, in exchange for a lift off of Absalom Station. What do you say?”
Boots and Chase: "Punching it!" Chase replies. She calibrates her Fistigons and swings at the elemental.
Boots and Chase: Chase makes some calibrations on her Fistigons before nodding to Boots, ready to follow her lead.
Boots and Chase: Chase chuckles and nudges Boots. ”He’s all yours, lover girl. Careful of his love bites, yeah? Meet me down at the Heap when you’re done.”
True to her word, Chase orders a round of champagne for the ladies formerly of EJ-Corp. She laughs heartily when Kez's message arrives. "Good for her! A toast to Kez, and her future half-elf babies! Now let's par-tay!" Much drinking and rump-shaking ensues, and the mechanic slips out of the club hanging off the arm of a burly korasha lashunta who has promised to make the rest of the night a memorable one... *** Chase arrives at the docking bay the next morning in the same dress, rumpled from the previous night's activities. Her hair and makeup are a mess and she's carrying her heels, but she wears a satisfied grin. "Job sounds good to me," she says. "Just gimme a chance to shower first, yeah?" |