The Matriarch's Adventures - Whom She Surrounds Herself With
23 Dec 2020Britarnya
Ka Tee J'Britarnya had to check to ensure her equipment wasn't malfunctioning, or that there was no kind of transmission mix-up, but sure enough, that's the name of the Assassination mission that she took on. Apparently the money she threw away to the main Empire faction in this station was used to locate a pirate. And now they wanted her to kill the pirate.
"Three million credits, though, boss." A sly female voice said behind her.
Britarnya turned around to face the woman, taller than she, curly blonde hair, sport black lipstick with a standard issue black flight suit.
Brit put down the data pad. "Daenerys Santos, I don't even remember why I hired you, or what you even do. You should be lucky you've got two million credits for me and all you've got to show for it are the dirty dishes." There wasn't a hint of anger, but playfulness in Britarnya's voice.
The crewmate shrugged. "I'm just saying, it's not like you need the money. Me, on the other hand, I could try and get us that new console for when we have downtiiiime?" Daenerys smirked.
Britarnya began to physically push the crewmate out of the room Brit sat her self in. "Out, out, out! I'll send you five hundred thousand if it'll get you off my case!"
Daenerys chuckled. "Whatever you say, captain!" She sung behind her as she skipped down the hall and taking a turn out of sight.
Brit flomped back down into the chair and took a sip of her drink. As she was looking over the details and cost of her insurance, her attention was caught by the familiar sound of a shielded ship grinding against the side of the mailslot. She took a closer look using her augmented eyes and watched a Cobra Mk III slide its way into the station. She caught sight of the name on the side of the ship. CHEESEGREATER. Britarnya let out a hearty chuckle, downing the rest of her drink and began talking over the radio via cybernetics. "Elder Hub, this is Lima Bravo Three, requesting clearance to take off." Britarnya walked along the hallway to the cockpit, pressing a button to close the ramps as she felt a slight lurch in the artificial gravity. "Confirm, Lima Bravo Three, clearance granted. Automated Launch acknowledged and initiated."