<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: Landing Bay of Gramercy's Run<br/>Tagged: Sonakshi Khan, Jin-Lai Park, the baddies.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Thomyris strode out of the Annie with bleary eyes, a sniveling expression, and pain lancing through her nose and face. The good Doctor had done just as she requested, roughing her up enough to invoke tears and a feel of sullenness in the supposed captive. Other factors helped to add to her facade, especially the outright fear of being thrust into combat. And not even on the edges of it. All eyes would be on her, more than one gun would be aimed at her, and the only measure of protection she had was the value of the debt on her head. She was no good to anyone dead if they wanted to collect.<br/><br/><b>“It’s alright, Jin.”</b>Thomyris said weakly, voice choked. Sonakshi had really hurt her, though she had asked for it so she couldn’t complain. She was dragged out before the mercenaries and cast an apologetic glance towards Mateo for having gotten him stuck up in her troubles. As the Doctor began to negotiate, Thomyris remained still, arms falsely bound before her, only returning a fierce gaze of hurt and betrayal when Sonakshi glanced her way. Yet despite the illusion, her heart still pounded in her chest and ears.<i>It can still go bad. The others could be killed. The plan could backfire. I could die. Or worse, they will all die and I will end up in their hands alone…</i><br/><br/>They allowed her to see Mateo. They allowed him to go first, thinking they had all the advantages. Thomyris was then shoved forward as part of their side of the exchange and she found herself before a sneering gunman, breath reeking like liquor, with eyes roaming her body that made her feel...ill.<b>“Back to your prison, little debtor.”</b>He mocked, grabbing Thomyris by the scruff of her neck.<br/><br/>But then there was chatter on their comms. An alert? A warning? Something was going on within their ship. Patrols weren’t checking in. A body was found. The gunman, the leader of the group, spun towards the trio of them.<b>“You think you can trick us, you motherfuckers?”</b>He roared, pulling his sidearm free to immediately gun down whoever was nearer.<br/><br/>Thomyris looked up with a glance of utter venom.<b>“Well keep your mother off the streets and I won’t fuck her!”</b>She roared back in defiance, built up for so long over the past few hours. In the most barbaric, heinous act ever, she reared her foot back and kicked the man right between his legs, shedding the false cuffs and drawing out the stun baton Donovan had given her, hidden within a sleeve. Full power, she jabbed it into the man’s neck and shocked him into oblivion.<br/><br/>Then all hell broke loose.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: St. Anne<br/>Tagged: All.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>It was a harrowing escape and gunfight, but they managed to get away. Thomyris was still panting with adrenaline, hands white knuckled around the stun baton, as they returned to the ship. Someone would have to remove it from her, its deactivated length stained with blood and other matter. Thomyris knew she had it in her. She just never thought she would be capable of repeating it...more than once. She at once retreated to her quarters and threw herself on the bed, thinking she might cry or weep from the entire ordeal, of nearly being betrayed, of putting up a deception, of being caught in the middle of a gunfight. All over her.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, she felt nothing. Hollow. Empty. Sleep came fast and not even dressing down, she fell on her hard bunk and lay there as if she was dead herself.<br/><br/>She would be awakened by blaring alarums and the Captain’s voice over the comms demanding all hands to the bridge.<i>Were they under attack? Had they been followed? But they wiped out the Blue Mountain gang by all signs, clearly.</i>Despite the concern and worry in Iona’s voice, Thomyris felt relief at hearing it, at once jerking up from her bunk and looking around. It took a heartbeat or two for her to snap into focus, splashing cold water on her face before grabbing her helmet and hurrying off, datapad in hand.<br/><br/>They were drifting in space. Something had happened. But there was also a boon. On her datapad, connected to the ship’s central computer, Thomyris could see the outline and schematics of the drifting ship.<b>“There must be some anomaly or gravitational field that affects passing ships. There’s no way both us and them could have ended up here by coincidence. Space is too big for that.”</b>She mused in a low voice to herself, before glancing up. She still felt hollow and seemingly lacking in feeling. Her heart still beated in her chest. Yet she felt...eerily calm.<br/><br/><b>“I’ll go.”</b>She volunteered when the Captain finished explaining, not bothering to wait at all. Why not? They were in this mess still probably because of her anyways. She was eager to make up for it however she could.<b>“I can try and hook up into the ship’s main computer. Find out what it was, what they might have been carrying. Maybe even reactivate some of the essential systems like life support if possible. I’ll need a physical docket to plug in though. I’m not too worried over the superstition either, Cap’n.”</b>She added, as if to make herself slightly more brave.<br/><br/><b>“I don’t suppose we could try and haul the entire ship into some shipbreaking yard? Or should we scavenge what we can for our needs and leave the rest to the scrappers?”</b>She posed as an open question, though glancing at the Captain too if it was alright to do so, not wishing to usurp her position.