[closed] with my old friends, I can remember when

[eggplanting]

Who: Steph & Jason
Where: Westerley
When: Technically pre-game
Summary: A pair of Bats walk into a bar...
Restrictions/Warnings: none yet


[Half an hour out from Westerley, the AI flashes a warning only seconds before Steph's ship is rocked by a blast from god knows where, knocking out the engine, taking the power with it. She's the only one on board, armed with a single pistol that she pulls out as she heads towards the airlock, knowing her ship is about to boarded, because that's what happens to relatively unguarded supply ships. She can't stop the boarding, but as soon as the interior airlock opens, Steph fires.

_

Four hours later she's sitting in a chair at the docking station, waiting for the Killjoy who's taking the warrant, but all she really wants to do is get back home where she can sleep. It's Company property, though, even if nothing was taken, so the Company gets to decide how to handle the situation, and that meant putting out a warrant.

All the official paperwork is filled out, but she kept the pen they gave it, flicking it around her fingers as she waits. Hopefully this doesn't take too long.]

Comments

[tirejacked]

[On the upside, the warrant gets accepted nearly as soon as it clears the bureaucrats and hits the brokers. Jason's been peripherally aware of this particular operation for a while. Over the past few months they've been hitting passenger transports, small cargo ships, a few private vessels. Small-time, so they've been flying under the radar of being enough of a problem for the authorities to put much effort into stopping them. But now they've either made the mistake or finally mustered the brass to hit a company ship and pissed off someone who can afford to authorize a warrant. Company jobs don't usually interest him, much. But when this one crosses his radar, he picks it up.

Being a killjoy in the middle of Company territory is a little like being a fox in a particularly belligerent henhouse. He can feel critical glances from the masses and unhappy Enforcer eyes on his back while he wanders around the dock to the corner where his new best friend is supposed to be waiting. She looks just like her personnel file tells him she will—younger than you'd usually expect for a solo pilot. With the added bonus of looking a whole lot like she'd rather be anywhere but here. He shoulders his way through the foot traffic and ignores the the dirty looks it gets him to slide into the seat across from her.]

Hi. [Helpful. At least there's no mistaking who he's likely to be. In the midst of the enforcers and the company joes, a killjoy sticks out like a heavily armed sore thumb. Rather than introduce himself—]

Stephanie Brown, am I right? Heard you gave some hijackers hell today.

[Why don't you tell him all about it.]