<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>There was a slight tickle between her shoulders as Kaylee stood on the decks of the Wrackenroon vessel, a bead of nervous sweat running down her spine despite her best efforts to appear calm.  When she’d been a rugrat on her first smuggler’s vessel, barely more than a deckswab, the older crew used to terrorize her with stories of the Wrackenroon.  As she got older, she’d lost friends to their raids, ships full of valuable materials scuttled and stripped, the fate of surviving crew unknown.  Then there were the years of looking over her shoulder, the nightmares, from before she’d signed on with the Fringe Alliance.  A Wrack ship was very possibly the last place she wanted to be in the galaxy, the repressed fear felt like it was gripping her by the back of the neck.<br/><br/>Her attire didn’t help.  No stranger to the art of the opportunistic backstab, she usually went to negotiations clad in concealed armor with a holdout pistol secreted on her body somewhere.  The<em>Captain</em>, however, had insisted on breaking out the formal wear, and Kaylee really only owned one dress.<br/><br/>It was thin and white, a sundress she’d picked up on a lark after making a delivery to a coastal city years ago, the shadow of her body line visible through the ruffles of the skirt that ended just above her knees, emphasized with a floral pattern picked out in navy blue.  The dress was cinched snug under her bustline to emphasize it slightly, a navy ribbon threaded through the top and looping around the back of her neck in a halter neckline, leaving her shoulders and back bare to the casual viewer.  Over her left wrist, where she normally wore a bright red bandanna tied off, there were instead a trio of bracelets, the first a copper plate inscribed with strange circuit-like patterns acid etched into it that was held in place with delicate links of polished copper.  The second a band of brushed steel, multilayered characters cut into it with a deep relief that was then stained to make them stand out stark and black.  The third was copper again, circular charms bearing emblems associated with planets and starships chained linked together with beads of polished glass, the emblem atop her wrist showing a leering bee perched atop of pot and dipping its stinger into the overflowing edge.  Scrap metals, practically worthless on the market, but precious to her because she’d collected them from home, melted and shaped them herself over the years.  Sometimes as the bracelets shifted with her motion, it became apparent that they were covering a tattoo.<br/><br/>She drew a chair out for Fio opposite of Her Little Excellency, bowing her head and not meeting their hostess’s eye immediately as she made a small gesture of subservience towards her long-eared Captain.  Things might be more equitable aboard the Honeypot than Wrack ships, but she knew better than to undercut the lead negotiator’s position before a meeting like this.  Besides, it gave her an opportunity to let someone else pick the tea … one kind of dirty water was about as good as another to her way of thinking, she didn’t much want to betray her ignorance.<br/><br/>Her mind was more focused on the cursed treasure they’d hauled away from SR-388, secreted away in the shielded compartment underneath her workshop with the corner of a heavy crate  parked overtop it.  She’d hidden all manner of contraband in such spaces before.  Still, the Wrackenroon had a certain brute force approach that occasionally tore the fragile veil of such secrets asunder.  She just had to have faith … she was a Smuggler of Desul-8, that pride wasn’t for nothing.  Right?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rollin’ My Own Dice, Thanks</div><div class="spoiler_body">I hid the booty before even checking on Diane, actually.<br/><strong>Roll Result</strong>: Kaylee Scratam rolled: 2d6, adding +2 to the total<br/><strong>Comment: Smugglers gonna Smuggle</strong><br/>Result: 5, 6, <br/>Total: 13 </div></div><br/>