<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>By the ore bins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Arriving from the mine, by way of the settlement.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Harrin followed the tracks from the mine (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175039.msg8287029#msg8287029), heading past the settlement and up towards the landing pad On the way she was joined by the pink skinned Quyllian who was to serve as her deputy underground. She smirked at the sexy round mauve behind, then with a deliberate gesture, reached out and slapped it. "If there's no-one I fancy on the shuttle, I'll have you in my place tonight", she purred softly, then grinned. "In fact, you could stop by anyway, even if we both find someone. I've got a spare roll of plazweld to use up!"<br/><br/>The Quyllian had been on the world three years and Harrin had found her to be very accommodating to someone she couldn't hex, but equally most useful when dealing with those that could be hexed. Her own ears flicked beneath the Smartex hood, and she looked up, her sharp, feline eyes spotting what her ears had told her was there. The shuttle was hovering in the cloud layer. Harrin watched as others from the settlement began to gather. Most recognised her and knew she was newly promoted. "Come on you lot, get busy..."<br/><br/>"Fuck you, Puss!" That was a transferee from another settlement, who didn't know her. The Mrinka didn't hesitate. She leapt, knocking the smaller human to the ground. In flight, she had grabbed an icicle off a nearby ore cart, the thing was not an ideal weapon but it would do. It was sharp enough. And the Mrinka had long ago learned the simple exploit. As she landed on the human, her left forearm went to the woman's throat, while her right hand traced a circle over the woman's heart. The suit did as it was programmed and exposed a small area of the transferee's left breast. Harrin instantly transferred the icicle from her left hand to her right and pressed the point against the stranger's flesh.<br/><br/>"Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now? And no one would give a shit! Now, I expect you to get busy."<br/><br/>Harrin let the woman up, much to the relief of the others around. Harrin sneered and swaggered back to Diah, her tail waving arrogantly. If it weren't for the damn suit, it would be totally fluffed!<br/><br/>The ore containers ran on rails too, and they were damn heavy. The three full containers were positioned under the tip ramps that the pad ponies pulled the loaded ore wagons up. That was a job Harrin had hated. But here and now it was all hands required to push the loaded containers to where they would be slid under the shuttle. Finally the roar of jets grew louder and the space vessel descended.<br/><br/>When it touched down, Harrin didn't bother looking at the newbies. She was too busy with the others, racing into the shuttle's open hold area, positioning the empty wheel bogies under the three returning containers, getting out of the way as the shuttle crew released each container in turn with a loud CLANG, then using every muscle she had to push them out of the way as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Then the full containers were pushed into the same three places under the shuttle. As each one was in place the pushers leap aside as the mechanical arms grabbed them and lifted them off the wheel bogies, clamping them in place beneath the shuttle. In her six years, the Mrinka had seen more than one exile loose a limb, or a head, to the grabs.<br/><br/>It took nine minutes to get all six containers swapped over.<br/><br/>With the first half of the job complete, Harrin took time to see if there were any suicidals still in their alcoves.