Post by pinksoyuz on Feb 20, 2010 2:09:49 GMT -5
Dilapidated, decrepit, derelict, decayed. These were the words Nadia believed to describe the ship that welcomed her. In no small part due to commonly accepted stereotypes, the woman truly believed the Salty Crow to be unkempt and run down, especially since these folks came from beyond the red planet. Given the fact she dealt only with Earth sphere natives by trade, a chance to meet a Martian and a Jovian manifested itself as a sort of novel excitement in Nadia. Were their physiques different? Customs? Mannerisms? Much like many found the societies of yore positively homely and quaint, the woman eagerly awaited for her first contact with these... aliens.
The sight of a well manicured hangar bay would then certainly come as a surprise, shattering several preconceptions about their cleanliness. Rivaling that of orderly military ships, the Salty Crow's state reflected that of an entirely different caliber of people than Nadia expected. Indeed, she believed the term 'pirates' to be a misnomer for this particular group; perhaps these people weren't the renegades that reports described.
Prior to arranging the rendezvous, Zeon intelligence supplied Nadia with dossiers on each of the members of the group, but the files felt incomplete as they probably were. Any further requests, however, would have most certainly aroused unwanted suspicion. Of course, that simply meant that Nadia knew virtually nothing about the self proclaimed Black Pirate Rocks. Or was it Pirate Black Rock? No, that didn't sound right either. In any case, the dossiers were irrelevant now since they could have easily incapacitated her, killed her, or done a host of other undesireable actions against her if they so fancied.
~
It certainly was a good start, but even well groomed thieves were, in the end, still thieves, and her recent run in with the Martian's death grip fortified the theory.
Her job was simple: facilitate the unaccountable loss of fully four Zimmad Rick Dom models and have them end up in the hands of a known rogue entity. Given this group's particularly warm relations with the CMC, it would spell a PR fiasco for the Zimmad Corporation and temper their own accusations rested upon Zeonic. It wasn't anything unheard of, of course, since Zimmad did their own share underhanded tactics against Zeonic, but these deals were highly illegal while the Principality's export ban remained in effect. Any perpetrators caught circumventing the ban were fined and imprisoned, and their employers, if any, usually did a good job at distancing themselves from the criminals.
Nadia knew the risks, and she gambled for it. A favor for a favor, she reasoned, but Zeonic had everything to gain and she had nearly everything to lose. How she initially believed this to be a good idea was now beyond her, but it became clear to her that damage control found itself as priority number one. Ironically, being rescued constituted the worst of the possible scenarios as the subsequent debriefing would undoubtedly raise many unwanted questions and inquiries. On the other hand, being stuck in an airlock didn't seem all too bright of a future.
Hindsight really was a bitch.
For the time being, however, she didn't find captivity all too bad. Sure these people weren't signatories of the various protocols and treaties, but they were humans all the same. She felt certain that they wouldn't keep her locked in this airlock without food or water or access to basic facilities. Yes, Nadia counted on their compassion to see her through, and slowly began wishing that her hopes were well placed.
The sight of a well manicured hangar bay would then certainly come as a surprise, shattering several preconceptions about their cleanliness. Rivaling that of orderly military ships, the Salty Crow's state reflected that of an entirely different caliber of people than Nadia expected. Indeed, she believed the term 'pirates' to be a misnomer for this particular group; perhaps these people weren't the renegades that reports described.
Prior to arranging the rendezvous, Zeon intelligence supplied Nadia with dossiers on each of the members of the group, but the files felt incomplete as they probably were. Any further requests, however, would have most certainly aroused unwanted suspicion. Of course, that simply meant that Nadia knew virtually nothing about the self proclaimed Black Pirate Rocks. Or was it Pirate Black Rock? No, that didn't sound right either. In any case, the dossiers were irrelevant now since they could have easily incapacitated her, killed her, or done a host of other undesireable actions against her if they so fancied.
~
It certainly was a good start, but even well groomed thieves were, in the end, still thieves, and her recent run in with the Martian's death grip fortified the theory.
Her job was simple: facilitate the unaccountable loss of fully four Zimmad Rick Dom models and have them end up in the hands of a known rogue entity. Given this group's particularly warm relations with the CMC, it would spell a PR fiasco for the Zimmad Corporation and temper their own accusations rested upon Zeonic. It wasn't anything unheard of, of course, since Zimmad did their own share underhanded tactics against Zeonic, but these deals were highly illegal while the Principality's export ban remained in effect. Any perpetrators caught circumventing the ban were fined and imprisoned, and their employers, if any, usually did a good job at distancing themselves from the criminals.
Nadia knew the risks, and she gambled for it. A favor for a favor, she reasoned, but Zeonic had everything to gain and she had nearly everything to lose. How she initially believed this to be a good idea was now beyond her, but it became clear to her that damage control found itself as priority number one. Ironically, being rescued constituted the worst of the possible scenarios as the subsequent debriefing would undoubtedly raise many unwanted questions and inquiries. On the other hand, being stuck in an airlock didn't seem all too bright of a future.
Hindsight really was a bitch.
For the time being, however, she didn't find captivity all too bad. Sure these people weren't signatories of the various protocols and treaties, but they were humans all the same. She felt certain that they wouldn't keep her locked in this airlock without food or water or access to basic facilities. Yes, Nadia counted on their compassion to see her through, and slowly began wishing that her hopes were well placed.