[center][color=f6989d][h2]Trish Godfried[/h2][/color]
[color=6ecff6][h3]Featuring Jinxy[/h3][/color][/center]

If Trish hadn't been so emotionally exhausted, so run down, she might have snorted derisively at Amir's claim to not be a slave driver. But she just didn't have it in her. She unconsciously scooted closer toward Angel, still not believing that Amir wasn't going to berate her. When he started talking toward Jinxy, Trish felt just the slightest hint of guilt. Maybe she should apologize to her. It did seem as though space sickness was a serious matter, more so than she'd thought, even if she hadn't the slightest idea what it did yet. But she'd find out soon, one way or another, someone had to know something more than "scary and stuff."

Trish was really only upset because had ratted her out to the captain. And perhaps with good reason. Maybe if Trish tried talking to her, there could be something there. She had trusted Jinxy with her bomb plan after all. And even though the mechanic had narked on her, got up in her face, none of what she did seemed genuinely... bad. It was Amir that was bad. Buying them? Keeping them as slaves, hostages, whatever? Or at least her. He'd never have her trust, that was for damn sure. He'd just get her work, she'd get her pay or whatever, and that was it. But if it came to her saving him from death, he best say his prayers to whatever is listening, because she was certain she'd leave him to die.

Her ears perked up at the sound of a mission though. Finally! She could do something useful. She listened closely, trying to take the captain's earlier advice, about how she could use her expertise. The distraction was easy. Plenty of things to blow up. She tried to remember some of the places she'd seen in the town, because for a distraction to work, you wanted everyone looking at it. There was that dirty hovel, some sort of school thing, a depot for shuttles for sale with lots of foot traffic... oh. That was the rub. The people. Her crew mates were really against her blowing up people that deemed innocent. Her old crew wouldn't have cared at all, especially as a distraction. Oh wait, it was a compound in the middle of nowhere? That was a bit... trickier. They'd be seen from all directions without an amazing distraction. And it wasn't as if they had another spare ship that she could rig into a bomb.

And by definition, compounds were tough to infiltrate, tough to get good surveillance on, and were often self-sustaining. No outside generators, water, sewage to disable. And they often had walls, big walls. Anyone paying attention could practically see the cogs in her mind working. If they were leaving their own ship here, they'd only be able to use a ground entrance. That meant a quiet infiltration, masked by her distraction. It would have to be timed then, not remote, for she'd have to be with them to help disable any security they came across. She had no knowledge of hacking and the like, but all things could be taken apart and overridden. Or quietly blown of their damn hinges. Her distraction would have to be huge, loud, lots of smoke and boom. Probably opposite where they wanted to enter. Making the device would be the easy bit, assuming she could find some supplies. Placing it undetected would be much more difficult. Perhaps under the cover of darkness, with someone who could move things with her mind. She looked over at Angel.

That could work. The more preparation, the earlier the preparation, the better. She'd also want to rig up a few sticky charges and grenades, just in case. The checklist in her mind kept getting a bit longer, as well as visualizing where she could get the parts from within the ship. Yes, she could definitely make this work, if she were allowed to actually do what she was good at. She went to speak, but Jinxy beat her to the punch.

She founder herself staring at the woman in disbelief. The captain had told her to stay behind, and now the mechanic was trying to take part of the job she'd been assigned to? What in the glorious fuck? Then she had the gall to suggest that she and Angel stay behind?! What the hell was this woman's problem? Was she just doing it to further grind Trish in the ground, make her actually useless instead of just feeling like it?

Glaring daggers, her voice dripping with a bit more venom than she thought she could use, [color=f6989d][i][b]"The captain,"[/b][/i][/color] definitely a bit more there, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Told you to stay. Pretty sure you both were pretty adamant that we are to take his word as absolute law. And you're not needed. I can get past security, and I'm running the distraction. Angel can't stay behind, she's definitely needed. Stay behind and mind the ship, mechanic. I believe it was made quite clear to us where we stand when it comes to orders. You do your job, and I'll do mine." [/b][/i][/color] 

Trish was fuming, and moved her plate away from her, toward Angel, knowing the woman would eat it. She wasn’t in the mood for eating now, glaring at the mechanic. In the back of her mind though, she knew she wasn’t completely mad at Jinxy. It was Amir and his ironfist law toward her. Jinxy just was the unfortunate one to set her off. She tore her gaze away from the woman, looking in Amir’s direction, but as usual, unable to find his gaze. Her old captain wouldn’t have pitted crew members against each other, or would’ve found a way to bring them to amicable terms. And that man truly was a terrorist, but at least he was a leader.

[color=f6989d][i][b]“Look, if you let me get, or have access to some supplies, I’ll build a great distraction bomb, we can plant it opposite our entry point. I’ll make some sticky charges and grenades and such, for the more stubborn doors, and getting past control panels will be cake. But without supplies, might as well just stand outside the wall and shout at them.” [/b][/i][/color] 

There were still many unknown details of the plan, but Trish kept hers general enough to function easily with most caveats. 

[color=6ecff6]“Hey… you’re not the captain. You can’t just tell me to stay… that is up to him. I’m just making a suggestion is all. And some ships you can’t just… force your way past security.”[/color] Jinxy spoke up, looking at Trish, glaring a bit.

Trish snorted, [color=f6989d][i][b]“You had no problem ordering me to not touch the canisters. And he DID tell you to stay.” [/b][/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]“Well mostly because I was trying to protect us, this ship, from space sickness! Because unlike some people here, I care about the people on this ship and not just money!”[/color] Jinxy’s voice had some venom in it, but it wasn’t all directed at Trish it seemed. [color=6ecff6]“And he could easily change his mind and bring me along as well as both you and Angel, but you… augh… You are impossible Trish! I just want to help but apparently every time I say something that might be helpful you just take it the wrong way!”[/color]

Trish was fuming now,  [color=f6989d][i][b]“You try being a slave to a man and his coin purse! Everyone who’s ever ‘helped’ did it for their own selves, why shouldn’t I do the same?! It’s not like I get a choice in what I do here anyways! So fuck you, you can leave whenever you want, if things are too impossible, but I can’t. Excuse me for not trusting you, you’re not the only one that does things that could be beneficial for everyone. But at least I never narked on you like some GA rat.”[/b][/i][/color]

Jinxy stood up and slammed her fist on the table. [color=6ecff6]“Oh, I’m sorry for wanting to make sure some people don’t die due to stupid shit! I sat back enough in my goddamn fucking life and watched shit happen that was beyond my fucking control. You could have had the same freedoms here but you decided that money was more important than anything else. And don’t you dare call me a GA rat! I’d rather die than betray anyone.”[/color]

Trish stood up as well, pointing a single finger out, but not at Jinxy, but at Amir,  [color=f6989d][i][b]“Well guess what, he’s making sure none of us have any semblance of control.”[/b][/i][/color] The finger then snapped toward Jinxy, [color=f6989d][i][b]“And I would still have that freedom if you hadn’t narked in the first place. Sounds like a fucking rat to me. And money is fucking important, none of us are free or alive without it, that’s one thing the captain has right. Money is much more important than we are. That’s why he,”[/b][/i][/color] she spat with this word,  [color=f6989d][i][b]“bought us all.”[/b][/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]“He counted the canisters! I wouldn’t have realized a damn thing if he hadn’t!”[/color] Jinxy yelled, also pointing at Amir. Her hand dropped when Trish said the words bought. Her hand went to her stomach, as if by instinct. [color=6ecff6]“If… …”[/color] She looked a bit deflated, and she sat back down.

Trish’s head cocked to the side, her glare dropping to a curious gaze. She’d seen Jinxy’s hand, saw her defeated, just as she herself was earlier, and couldn’t figure out why. Trish hadn’t made any amazing twists of words or stunning points, so why did it seem like Jinxy just gave… oh. She remembered what she’d said, and she had a suspicion of it now. She may not have known about the brand, may not have known anything of the Waegu or their ways. But a former prisoner could always recognize that look. 

Trish was sheepish now, the only one standing, tears stinging behind her eyes now. Not like earlier though, she actually felt for this woman. Not sorrow or pity, just… understanding. Her mouth formed a small oh, her hand almost came up to cover it as the first tear slid down her cheek, her rage completely abated by the look of another broken woman. She didn’t really know what to say, and found her feet pulling her towards the mechanic on their own, the tears coming full on now. She didn’t touch the woman, she knew that if someone did that to her, she’d lash out at them. She sat next to her looking at her, [color=f6989d][i][b]“I… I didn’t know, I… don’t know. Or I do. But.. I don’t know. I’m not sure.”[/b][/i][/color] This awkward rambling went for a few more seconds before, [color=f6989d][i][b]“Jinxy. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”[/b][/i][/color] These weren’t the words of someone apologizing for harsh words, but of someone who was apologizing that another human being had experienced that same pain, the pain of being less than human, of being infinitely alone. She’d completely forgotten about everyone else, right now, there was only the comrade-in-chains in front of her.

[color=6ecff6]”I’m sorry too…”[/color] Jinxy looked up at Trish, tears rolling down her own cheeks. 

Trish didn’t know what more to say, burning eyes just staring into those across from her, she really wasn’t any good at this. But if Jinxy were anything like herself, even just a little bit, she was about to get embarrassed by all of this, in front of everyone. So Trish quickly tried to change back to the original subject,[color=f6989d][i][b]“Look, you’re right. We could definitely use you in this, of course we can. But, that is up to the…”[/b][/i][/color]  She found herself looking over at Amir, pain and rebellion in her eyes. He’d hurt them both, he was the true center of all of this. He was the problem. [color=f6989d][i][b]“Captain.”[/b][/i][/color]