[Log] "I'm like a gorram bloodhound."

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Cargo Bay, Grace O'Malley [Shadow]
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"Cap'n! Hey!" Tyr is sitting on a cargo container, hopping on off of it when Saienne comes down into the Hold. "How's it going?" he wonders.


Mid afternoon and Saienne steps down from the decks above to the sound of voices in the hold. She smiles a lop-sided smile at Tyr as he greets her, and nods in return. "Fine an' dandy," she replies. "An' thank you for askin'." She slips her hands into the pockets of her coat and takes the few more steps required to draw into their circle.


"Ya get my note?" asks Tyr. "Ms. Del'dova said she might have a bit more work for us, if we were game." He jerks his thumb. "I can show you where she's holin' up if you want to go talk."


Morgaine comes into the hold, her eyes are haunted. She looks cold as if she has been outside for hours. She is still in her browncoat with the insignia of her former rank in the Independant forces. The woman doesn't look like this has been a happy visit for her.


"I surely did," Saienne says to Tyr in affirmation. "An' more work ain't ever a bad thing in my book." A pause, as she considers. "Well, dependin' on the kind of work, an' all. Rock-breaking's somethin' I could be happy not doin'." She looks up as Morgaine re-enters the ship, and a small frown forms. "You been out there all this time?" She asks, quietly.


Tyr eyes Morgaine in her brown coat and rank insignia and shakes his head. Rather than sympathetic, he seems more annoyed than anything. He shakes his head. "Well. You wanna go on out and see her?"


Morgaine briefly glances at Tyr and notes his expression before she looks at Sai, "Yes, I was. I went to where my father died." She doesn't say more and appearantly the cold outside doesn't match the cold inside from the expression of her eyes.


Saienne's own expression is placid in the face of Tyr's annoyance, but she once again looks up and over at the cause of it. "Well an' good." Is all she says in reply to Morgaine. Her attention is drawn back to Tyr as he asks his question, and Sai pulls one of her hands out of her pocket. Reaching up to scritch at the stubble at the back of her head, Saienne nods slowly. "Reckon we might as well - if she's open to visitors, an' all."


"Sure thing," says Tyr with a nod of his head. "Want to head on out to her, then, or wait on about here?"


Morgaine shakes her head as she looks at the others, "So are our passengers still here or have they vanished. I have yet to see one since she first came on board and I didn't see the other at all."


"They got business down on Shadow, far as I understand it." Saienne says, quietly. "An' they were pretty private, weren't they?" The woman shrugs, a fluid roll of her shoulders, and nods to Tyr. "Reckon I'll try wavin' her before we go marchin' on in. Ain't polite."


Tyr nods his head thoughtfully. "Yeah," he confirms for Saienne and Morgaine. "She's got a warehouse down here on the planet. Apparently fixin' to do some business through there, having' people haul various things."


Morgaine says in English, "Seeing Shadow rising again would be a good thing. A fitting tribute."


Saienne pulls her PDA out of one of her pockets. Before tapping on it to wake it up and send a wave, she looks up at Tyr's words - and then out at Shadow's dark evening sky. "They ain't... plannin' on settlin' the place again?" She muses. "Place is a gorram graveyard." She turns to Morgaine with a slightly surprised look. "You reckon?"


Tyr shrugs his shoulders. "Doubt they're settling," says Tyr. "More usin' it for business. Just a warehouse out of the way, s'all."


Morgaine answers "The gorram alliance did everything they could to insure nothing existed here, seeing it rise again as cargo way station and business honors the spirits of our dead more than almost anything else we could." Sheseems to like the idea.


"Out of the way ain't the half of it," Saienne says to Tyr, with a lop-sided smile. "This place ain't on the way to anywhere." She taps out a few things on the PDA and then looks up to the pair of them. "'Scuse me a minute while I send this, an' all." She turns, then, and peers down into the screen. "Ms. Del'dova," she says, as quietly as is practical. "Just hopin' you have time this evenin' for a meetin' of some kind. I'd appreciate it if you'd wave me back when you have the opportunity." She taps the screen again and the blue glow fades. Morgaine's comment then causes her to look thoughtful. "You reckon?" she repeats.


Tyr shrugs his shoulders. "I guess," he says. "Looks more like a hide-away for an enterprise of questionable legality and all, but we'll see what we can do, huh?" he asks.


Morgaine seems to be seriously in agreement, "We fought for the right to live free, to make our own way without the interference from the Alliance and their tyrranical ways." She has fervent beliefs "and to make shadow live again after they destroyed it, honors our dead and keeps up the spirit of what we fought for. It is so appropriate that a Shadow Class ship brought the start of that here." She speaks the name of a ship class that no one generally admits existed. "A legality defined by the alliance."


"Well, it surely wouldn't be in our best interests to have hotfooted it out here, only to turn around an' hotfoot it back again with nothin' at all to show for our pains - although I ain't forgettin' the credits sittin' in our bank account already, I swear it." Saienne grins crookedly at Tyr. "So we'll see what she has to say, I reckon, an' then make our decision." She trails off as Morgaine says her part. As the older woman is talking, Saienne slips her PDA into her coat pocket. "Even if it's the Feds makin' it live?" Saienne asks, in a quiet tone. She shakes her head, and looks down at the deck. "Ah, pay me no mind. I am so far beyond dwellin' on it."


"Yeah. I left the five hundred credits that were the rest of our pay for you," explains Tyr with a quirked grin. "Glad you found them all right and all." He winks at Sai. "So. We'll get some more jobs, do some more things."


Morgaine says in English, "I haven't seen any feds here yet?"


"Oh, don't you fret none, Tyr. I'm like a gorram bloodhound when it comes to sniffin' out dollars an' credits." She grins crookedly again. "An' I reckon we'll pick somethin' up from Ms. Del'dova. Just got me a good feelin'." Morgaine's words cause Sai's grin to falter, and she looks out at Shadow's star-specked nigth sky again. "Not yet," she says, a little grimly. "But it's only a matter of time, ain't it? They ain't able to leave nothin' alone for long."


"Yeah. Well. I'll be just as happy once we're back on the established space lanes again. Maybe back at Persephone or some place like that." Tyr grins to himself for some reason. "Though Sinhon sure was some place."


Morgaine glances at Tyr, "Persephone has things to recommed it but better to go where the money is."


"Weren't it, though?" Saienne asks, of Sihnon - but she's agreeing. "Saw things in that market I really wasn't sure were real. Kohl rabi an' I got this bag of multi-coloured peppercorns..." She pauses, pats another of her coat pockets - which rustles - and frowns an irritated frown. "Good gorram, an' here they are still!" She pulls a little paper bag out of the pocket. "Meant to put these in the galley for Josephine." She peers at the bag a second or two, then puts it back in her pocket. "No matter." She nods up tp Tyr - and to Morgaine. "Back to the Border, at least, if not the Core for a little while." She squints and glances upwards, as if she can see through the decks and the bulkhead to the stars above. "Haven an' Lilac are closet, if I recall. Rim still - but not quite so cold an' lonely as Shadow."


Morgaine considers, "I am going to head out again now that I know you are waiting to talk to Lilith before taking off. I won't be far."


"Yeah. All right," says Tyr simply. "I'll letcha know if we're gonna be headed out, so you can hitch a ride on with us."


Saienne nods to Morgaine. "Well an' good," she says again. "I shouldn't imagine it'll be more than a few hours." Saienne then turns back to Tyr. "Don't fret none, Tyr. I don't doubt we'll see those shinin' towers again before long."