[h2]Hey, Brother Part 3[/h2] [h3]The China Doll [/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule] [table] [row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [/row][/table] [hider=Skye’s Music] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxIiPLVR6NA[/youtube] [/hider] Cyd jammed her fists into the pockets of her hoodie.There was nothing worse than that moment in an argument, the moment you knew you were in the wrong. aShe bit the inside of her cheek. Her hands shook, and she was losing the battle of keeping tears locked up where they belonged. She wasn’t sure who she was agriest with - Mathias for calling her out, herself for letting her guard down, or Baker, for putting her in that spot, putting Abby in danger, getting her shot. She wished she had time to check in on the little redhead, see how she was doing. Less than a week on the job and shot in the gat. Had it not been for Isaac’s outburst, she’d have… well, she wasn’t sure what. She glared angrily at Mathias, softening her gaze to meet Isaac’s, thankful for the distraction, and her voice cracked with emotion. “Why do you say that, Lolo?” “I am only dealing with one set of crazy per day.” Mathias groused. "Fokkoff" Isaac bitterly snapped back at his brother before turning to Cyd. "Think about it. You had two women and a [I]kid[/I] in the cargo bay, right?" he interrogated his sister as he worked things out in his head. “Jip, Me, Baker and Abby,” she agreed, trying to shake off the adrenaline. "And he fired...a Purp... on two unarmed vroue and a kind??" Isaac asked incredulously. "When's the last time you heard of that?" “It was a warning,” Cyd replied, scrunching her shoulders with the memory. “Straight up.” "Why'd he fire a warning shot inside a ship?" Isaac pressed, fully interested in the details of what happened before he arrived. It helped him take his mind off of the unfortunate events that occurred [I]after[/i] he arrived. "Was anyone making a move on him?" “No,” Cyd said with a shake of her head, hazy details clearing. “He said Marisol Chavez, you are bound by law. She had her hands out where he could see ‘em, to the sides,” she demonstrated Marisol’s stance. “She said he was bound by law to tell her the charges, he asked if we thought he was playing and fired. Never said any charges.” Isaac clapped his hands together in a 'eureka' moment and pointed excitedly at his sister. "That's a mugger move! Get 'em shook up so they don't try anything. If he [i]was[/i] a Fed, he was crooked." he added with the confidence of a TV show detective that cracked the case. “Settle the fok down, Nancy Drew. You know damn well Fed's don't got the exclusive on shooting people. Dead is dead no matter what side shoots so aint no point dwelling on it.” Mathias retorted, digging through his bag. Cyd squeezed Isaac’s shoulder ... Lolo had a point. If he [i]was[/i] a fed, he was ongeskik, he didn’t know what the fok he was doing - one fed? No back up? But Mathias had a point too. Dead would be dead, if it was a Fed, a Brownie, or someone in between pulling the trigger, it wouldn’t matter none if she lost one of her own. "So what do we do now?" Isaac asked, completely out of ideas. If they all just greased a Purp, we're gonna get dragged into a lotta heat … especially her." He added, motioning his head towards Cyd. "We gotta weg wees ASAP...get scarce." He said, not bothering to mask his worry for his sister. “This ship is a malhuis we keep the mal’s at arms length. Head down, don’t make eye contact, the only sane person on this damn ship so far is probably the damned bird.” Mathias said with a snort. "I am gonna miss that bird." Isaac wistfully, smiling a little and allowing himself a small bit of joy in this otherwise horrific day. "Past couple days, he was always in the galley. I know I wasn't supposed to, but I snuck him some of my fries." He impishly grinned. “We got a job,” Cyd added, guilt-stricken as she checked the charge on her data pad. “I’ll make the call. It’s my mess, and if word gets back,” she shrugged. “Better I own it.” Isaac bumped the side of his head affectionately against his sister's leg. "It's all our mess, regso?" “Yea but only one of us gets taken to task for it.” Mathias muttered quietly, finding his tin. “Can I trust you two not to get me or anyone else killed till we finish this job? Or better, not get into any mystery hijinks with that damn bird? Isaac.” The younger Skye gave a non-committal shrug in a playful effort to defuse his high strung older brother. In most cases, his super seriousness could be downright annoying but today…well...it's not every day someone's insides end up on their outsides and then end up on your face. Mathias [i]might[/i] be due a little leeway on this one. Isaac still hadn't processed what he had seen. Best not to think about it, he figured. If Cyd’s head hadn’t been clouded, she’d have thought to bring up the oddity of the Neko cats on board, thinking there was something likely housed inside them. [i]Drugs,[/i] she briefly thought, [i] or more microchips,[/i] or it was the Alliance, they could be bugged or full of explosives for all they knew. That would all have to wait. They had a job to run. “You need new shirts,” Cyd reminded, glad to change the subject to something, anything else. One more thing they didn’t account for while budgeting. “Job board said white shirts over black, black shoes. Event starts at 7, we’re there at 6 to set up. Not a lot of time. Let’s hit the shops for some button ups. We’ll need the money unless we want to get stranded. Then we go see the planet’s biggest cannon, maybe the pirate cove, like we planned.” [i]Like we planned.[/i] Cyd thought, as she mentally practiced what she was going to say. "Stranded beats getting caught up the stink that's gonna follow this boat and crew if they don't take issue with smeering someone, Fed or otherwise." Isaac reasoned, his attention back to finishing up his board. He gave one of the wheels a firm spin and watched as it went on turning, near silent, for well over a minute. "Baie mooi." He said, looking satisfied with the results.