Post by thelori24 on Oct 31, 2016 1:10:38 GMT
Ana had heard of Junkers, she didn't think she'd ever met one face to face though...this one sounded...interesting. She found she rather wanted to meet the man who thought this was a good idea, and who apparently hadn't thought his plan all the way through. Yes. Interesting was the word she was going to go with here.
It also seemed a little bit of an overreaction, wanting the thing blown up rather then go back to whoever was on the second ship waiting for him. She wondered exactly what their connection was, or what waited for him if he went back with them.
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In the meantime, a lone, seemingly unwatched and unoperated Omnic ship just sitting there was proving a pretty tempting target. Being in possession of Omnic technology was all kinds of illegal...but that meant if you did manage to get your hands on some of it it was worth a ridiculous fortune on the Black Market.
And Havoc was no stranger to dealing with the Black Market...but she'd never been able to bring in a prize like Omnic tech before, and she was nearly giddy with anticipation of everything she could do with that kind of money.
"New everything in here! And a week...no, fuck it...a month on some beach resort somewhere, getting waited on hand and foot! We're gonna be fucking rich!" She was grinning widely over at her co-pilot, the tall bearded man didn't seem quite as impressed as she was.
"Yeah, let's count the money after we get it, huh?" He'd spend his early years also amid the Junkers, but had managed to make his escape. He hadn't shed his caution and sense of 'I'll only believe anything good can happen to me after it happens' attitude. It drove Havoc up the wall, but served him well over the years.
The ship came into view not far from the others, a pitifully cobbled together thing built on a base that no one had used for ships in well over two decades. Even a basic scan would show extensive modifications made just to keep the thing in space...among other things.
Havoc's grin faded as she saw they weren't alone. "Fuck me!" She hit the console. "Fucking Overwatch beat us here." Not only did this put the damper on the scavenging, but she was pretty wanted...pretty much everywhere. Everything from hefty bounties to in a few more backwater worlds death warrants.
"Told you not to get too excited." Sam shrugged, looking over the data. "You can't outrun 'em...maybe though you can use your charming personality and talk your way out?"
She gave him a glare and a raised middle finger before looking back to the readouts. Maybe just fly causal, right? Maybe they'd all leave and they'd still get a shot at the thing. Maybe.
It also seemed a little bit of an overreaction, wanting the thing blown up rather then go back to whoever was on the second ship waiting for him. She wondered exactly what their connection was, or what waited for him if he went back with them.
--
In the meantime, a lone, seemingly unwatched and unoperated Omnic ship just sitting there was proving a pretty tempting target. Being in possession of Omnic technology was all kinds of illegal...but that meant if you did manage to get your hands on some of it it was worth a ridiculous fortune on the Black Market.
And Havoc was no stranger to dealing with the Black Market...but she'd never been able to bring in a prize like Omnic tech before, and she was nearly giddy with anticipation of everything she could do with that kind of money.
"New everything in here! And a week...no, fuck it...a month on some beach resort somewhere, getting waited on hand and foot! We're gonna be fucking rich!" She was grinning widely over at her co-pilot, the tall bearded man didn't seem quite as impressed as she was.
"Yeah, let's count the money after we get it, huh?" He'd spend his early years also amid the Junkers, but had managed to make his escape. He hadn't shed his caution and sense of 'I'll only believe anything good can happen to me after it happens' attitude. It drove Havoc up the wall, but served him well over the years.
The ship came into view not far from the others, a pitifully cobbled together thing built on a base that no one had used for ships in well over two decades. Even a basic scan would show extensive modifications made just to keep the thing in space...among other things.
Havoc's grin faded as she saw they weren't alone. "Fuck me!" She hit the console. "Fucking Overwatch beat us here." Not only did this put the damper on the scavenging, but she was pretty wanted...pretty much everywhere. Everything from hefty bounties to in a few more backwater worlds death warrants.
"Told you not to get too excited." Sam shrugged, looking over the data. "You can't outrun 'em...maybe though you can use your charming personality and talk your way out?"
She gave him a glare and a raised middle finger before looking back to the readouts. Maybe just fly causal, right? Maybe they'd all leave and they'd still get a shot at the thing. Maybe.
