Aboard the Lusty Barnacle’s Old and Decrepit Shuttle…
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“This suppressor better not be lese. I don’t want to be putting one in the back of some dà shǔ bèndàn de guā [rat fucker’s melon] and have everyone on the planet hear.” Viktor teased as he put his feet up on the broken shuttle’s console, turning the metal object in his hands with a lopsided grin.
“’cause Gods forbid you have to get your hands dirty,” Charles replied, wiping down the lathe of metallic dust and shavings. “Wouldn’t want you to break a nail, sweetheart.”
“The idea is always that I don’t get dirty. So, what do you think of this job that Yun has us on?”
“If you want my thoughts on ‘er, she’s already gotten your ass knocked to the deck; next thing you know we’ll be in some gorram guerilla warfare with the locals just so she’ll make a buck and we take the bullets.”
Viktor drew his pistol to verify, for the third time, that the suppressor would actually fit correctly.
“You keep threading and unthreading it you’ll wear ‘em out and give you a glorified flying sound-can to launch at the enemy.”
Viktor unscrewed the suppressor and re-holstered his pistol. “I wonder what the actual plan is, or if there even is one. We better not just be winging it again, like we did in the saloon.”
“You think the Cap’n ever has a plan? Other than us landing there and hopefully avoiding imminent violence, I don’t think he’s got much of a plan. Prolly waitin’ for us to start shootin’ so he’ll be reliving the glory days…”
“At least he gets to have some glory and live.” Viktor thumped the side of the control console with his foot before standing up and rifling through the junk currently stored in the broken-down shuttle. “Where are you gonna move once xiǎo nánhái [little boy] Trip gets this thing flying again?”
“Well, maybe I won’t move out. Kinda like it in here.” Charles leaned against the wall and surveyed the space, taking in the amount of junk that had accumulated over the past few weeks from various stalls and shops on every planet they had the opportunity to stop. “Sure, eventually I’ll have to clean the place up, but it’s homely. Can hang my hammock somewhere, sleep to the sound of the engines, watch the stars streak overhead from the viewport… Yea, think I’m gonna move in here, and keep my shop here as well.”
He thumped the ceiling with a knuckle, causing a plate to come crashing down with a rat’s nest of wiring dangling in front of his face. “’Course, I’m gonna have to fix the place up a bit… Think it needs curtains. Lacey, gently wafting curtains…”
“You definitely strike me as that kind of fella.”