High Stakes and Free Skies
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				Title: <strong>High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 23:38:44</strong>
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				New Haven was a fair sized world, with a spaceport that saw more than a few traders coming and going from time to time. As such, the spacer bar actually saw a fair bit of business, both from curious locals and the outworlders. A couple of old ships patrolled the system to keep New Haven safe, but they were rusty clunkers that were system-ships, they would never jump away from their world to the great vastness of space, holding far less appeal than the occasional traders from afar. That evening, the spacer bar was abuzz with people watching a card game that had started hours ago, and carried on becoming more and more outrageous with each hand that was played.<br><br>It had began with a mere dozen folks playing more or less friendly cardgames, but with new challengers stepping up from among the locals and from the few old ships at port, the game itself was becoming more intense as the night carried on. New Haven had a reputation as a good stop to relax at, offering vices for the folks that needed them. With the world situated close to a known route between Federation and the Empire, and yet independant, it provided a good place for people to gather to spend some coin before setting out once more. <br><br>The evening's excitement was mostly focused at one table though. One woman facing three men, with a set of credit chits resting at the middle of the table, a fair-sized prize for the poker game that was just ending. "Read them and weep gentlemen." The first of the men smirked, laying down his cards. His third win in five games. The other two men were muttering somewhat annoyedly, but given how little they had left, they seemed to consider whether or not they would take part in a new game still, or if they'd walk away with what they had left.<br><br>"One more game." The second man said, the others looknig at him seriously. "Doesn't look like you got enough to put in the pot to join right now." The man frowned somewhat, but finally pulled out a laminated deed, setting it on the table. There was an immediate rise in whispers around the room. The dark markings on the paper and the rows of code imprinted there to authenticate it were enough to get most folks interested. The guy was willing to put a starship up for the ante.<br><br>"Hmmh, I'd say that's a bit too rich for me but I think with a bet like that I am going to <em>have to</em> be part of this round." The third man said, finally pushing in a sum big enough to join the game, casting a look at the woman in turn. The three of them seemed ready to play, the first man a balding asian man with a tattoo of a dragon rising along his right arm, and with a luck that was more than a little suspicious. The second man wagering his ship a somewhat obese man of east-european looks. The last man, a serious slender fellow who spoke with a light accent and cursed in german from time to time, was now looking at her as the first man spoke up. "Seeing as our lady friend here seems to be a bit short on the creds I think I'll just announce it then, I'm in as well, and gentlemen, ladies, I intend to walk away with all you have."<br><br>There was a bit of laughter going on from a few folks, but more than a few were watching the asian man seriously now, though it seemed it was the obese man's turn to shuffle the deck for the game, though as the guy with a tray stepped around the table refreshing everyone's drinks once again, there was a pause as the men cast a look at the woman who hadn't abandoned the table yet. Each one curious if she was planning on joining the round somehow after all, if she had more credit chits than she had put on the table to begin with, then. <br><br>Taro, the asian man hummed briefly brushing his bald smooth head briefly with his left hand while waiting, the plump fellow tapping the deck on the table ready to start shuffling, the german lad pulling out a small silver case to slip open and lift a long, slender cigarette to his lips. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The stage is set and we're good to go.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 09:40:43</strong>
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				Katia was getting nervous when the asian, Taro, took another hand from her. It was strange for the blonde to be losing this much. Despite having a good game, and plenty of luck on her side, she was also gifted with a sight most people lacked. For all she was worth, though; it was proving useless here. Everything she seen changed, not that she was the best with her psionics, but not this bad! Her gaze narrowed as they said one more hand, and she slyly glanced those blue eyes down to the credits she had laid on the table. She was barely making the cut as is, and despite having a few more chits to her name, they may not be enough. Her gaze froze when the chubby man produced a deed to put on the line, and that was something she wasn't sure she could pass up. <br><br>Despite the losses, and her apparent inexperience, Katia spent most of her life on a ship. She came into this world a slave, the pirate captains favored cabin girl. She started as a kitchen lass, then a cook on the vessel, and slowly moved up until she could no longer put up with the grabs and gropes the men gave her. That and the captain's appetite when she began to blossom the beautiful breasts she still boasted. The very thought made her eyes close as the 'gentlemen' began speaking of their bets. The stakes were high, and she didn't have enough to pitch in for it. Only a few credit chits left, and nothing else she could put up for value. Well there was one thing.... Maybe.<br><br>Katia glanced that deed again as the eyes played to her, and a sassy smirk crossed her lips. <strong>"I'm in gentlemen. I got something to offer, worth just as much as that starship if I do say so myself."</strong> She teased, but it wasn't just teasing; she was serious. <strong>"Here's what I offer."</strong> She said as she slid another laminated deed from her cleavage, the document obviously being hidden by tight fitting corset. <strong>"I'm in, if you lot understand just what this little thing is worth..."</strong> She trailed off, licking her lips at the group, while the item was displayed on the table for viewing. <br><br>The document was her 'papers', what marked her as a free woman considering the tattoo that branded her left thigh spoke a different story. It was hell to get it, and she wasn't sure if she could manage again. But for a chance at a starship, she was more then willing to risk her valuable treasure. She'd been lost without the stars, fluttering between one system and another as a hireling looked down upon for her gender. She couldn't go on like that, and she was willing to use every asset she had as a way to space on her terms. <br><br><strong>"So, gentlemen; what do ya say? Is that ante enough for ya all?"</strong> Katia spoke in her most alluring tone, eyes wandering between the three of them as a smile of mischief crossed her lips. She was playing it up, but she knew she'd need to if this was to go how she planned. Her body wasn't the value of that starship, not by a long shot. They might forget that if they wanted her enough, and being wanted and desired was something she was good at. <em>Don't fail me now..."</em> She inwardly pleaded to her mind, though the emotion didn't cross her face. She was all in, and the psionics that had cursed her since birth better see her through this...
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 10:29:22</strong>
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				Taro raised a brow, whistling and nodding. "I'm alright with that bid." There was a smirk on the asian man's face as his gaze turned upon her form with a very clear appetite, though returning soon back to the deck of cards the obese man was now shuffling. "I uh, yeah I think its not as big bid as my ship but eh, I guess we can take it." He actually seemed a bit troubled by the idea although he did take a few peeks at her awkwardly, his shuffling being a bit clumsier than before.<br><br>"Hmmh, no I don't think that's a prize worth playing for." The german man objected, shaking his head. "But one out of three, I guess that means my objection doesn't matter. So I'll play, for the ship, and if I happen to win you at the side I'll perhaps sell you for your value in credit chits." He spoke seriously while waiting for the cards to be dealt, lighting his cigarette. Unlike the other two, he didn't seem very interested in her body, though he did cast some warm smiles at the passing male waiter from time to time.<br><br>"Alright gentlemen, lady, the last round starts now." There was a bit of cheer in the crowd briefly, some of them making their bets on the outcome of the players hands. None of them were allowed close enough to see what the players had, this wasn't some 'public tournament' as such, but since it was happening at the spacer bar they had a fair crowd watching them from a little away, hanging onto the excitement of what all was at stake here. <br><br>Starting to deal the cards at a swift pace, the large man threw one before the german, one before the lady, and then one before the asian man before dropping a card before himself and starting a new round from the top of the deck until all had the necessary five cards. Placing the deck down, he looked at his cards, as did the others. <br><br>Taro's expression was unchanging, holding a pair of jacks so far. The plump man gazed at his cards feeling luck was finally on his side with three fives, deciding swiftly to try for a full house then, and the german gazed at his cards lazily, shifting their place in his hand in the same unrushed manner he did after every hand. Ten, eight, seven, two and a queen. <br><br>As the gentlemen looked upon their cards though there was more than a few glances at the two deeds in the pot, as well as glances her way. The german kept his gaze on his cards and the pot for most part, but both Taro and the plump man kept taking looks at her figure in between their thoughts. At that time, the plump man spoke up.<br><br>"Raise." He took up the last credit chits he had and put them down on the table. The german man nod silently and took an equal amount to match on the table. It wasn't a big rise, but enough, seeing as the plump man was betting what he could. It was also a rise small enough for Katia to meet with the chits she had, given the effect her deed had nobody objected the least it seemed. The asian man seemed to hum but nod, putting in a few more credits again as well. <br><br>The round proceeded for them all to draw new cards, with the fat man deciding on only getting one, and the german asking for two. Taro, meanwhile, laid his cards down at the edge of the table to take a sip of his drink, laying his arm partially before his cards as he hummed. "Two." He said, rather than passing out cards from his deck to indicate how many he wanted in turn. Passing back the cards he chose to discard only after the new cards had already been put on the table, though the plump man kept his fingers on top of them until he had the discarded cards to take away as well, seeming a bit more wary on this hand. <br><br>Katia's future was riding on this game, not just the credits piled up in the pot but her ownership, but then again a triumph would yield a deed to a starship so while the risks were high so were the stakes. By now the audience was entirely quiet, watching out how the hand would turn.<br><br>"Call." The plump man and the german echoed, leading the way to Katia. It was about time for the hands to be revealed, and the hand that fate dealt to be revealed. Yet Taro was smiling a bit smugly again for a brief moment while gazing upon her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 10:34:31</strong>
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				Katia smirked as the first two gentlemen excepted her bet, albeit the second one seemed a little unsure. Unsure was fine with her, and she looked to the third whom almost knocked the alluring smile clear off her face. <em>Oh, he's one of those.</em> She thought, grinding her teeth as his threat of selling her for the chits she was worth sunk down into her. Her eyes almost averted, but instead she caste them over to the other two men. If she was gonna do this, she'd have to be all in; no matte the risks. <strong>"It's settled then."</strong> She said, running her tongue along the edges of her teeth as she kept the poker face on. <br><br>The crowd started to edge on Katia at this point, she knew most bets were against her, and that did worry the lady a bit. Still, she focused her mind outward, searching for the cards as they were laid out on the table. She couldn't change luck, but she could give herself the edge she needed. She seen the folding out, and they all had good possibles with made her a little worried. For her part, though; she acted calm and collected. Keeping that smile on her lips as she lounged in a way that showed plenty of cleavage, not even looking at her cards yet. <br><br>That's when her mistake hit her. <em>Shit!</em> Katia mentally cursed, and her eyes for once left their's as she glanced at the cards down below. She had their hands, but what was hers. Slowly she took her hand and brushed the cards atop one another, careful not to give away what she may have. Then she slid them to her from the table, a quick flip of the wrist and she glanced what they were. <em>Suckers bet.</em> She thought as she seen the hand fate had dealt her. 2, 4, 6, 7, 8. Possible straight, but that wasn't what had her attention; it was the lower numbers, 2, 4 and six. They were all hearts. No matter what, that'd beat anything the rest could have. <br><br>It was a long shot though, Katia knew this; but it was the best chance she had. Her straight wouldn't otherwise be high enough to beat the others, and even the high straight the German was gunning for wouldn't beat a flush, nor would the captains hand beat a straight flush. That's when they raised, and she didn't even have to think about it before she fished the remaining chits from the pouch tucked in her top. <strong>"I'm in."</strong> She said in a husky tone before tossing them into the pot. The husk was to hide her worry, she'd barely have a chance to make this work.<br><br>The cards were being drawn, but she wasn't worried. At this point it wasn't like she'd be able to beat them if she didn't get what she wanted. <strong>Two cards, captain."</strong> She said, and discarded her two high kickers hoping they'd be replaced with the 3, and 5 of hearts she needed. It was a rough chance, but she knew she had a chance. Quietly, she flipped the cards dealt and hid the smirk. <em>Lady luck, I'll worship you forever for this!</em> She excitedly thought, it'd be the first real hand she'd won since starting. She knew the money she stole from that pig headed captain in the last port would pay off here!<br><br><strong>"Call."</strong> Katia said with a cocky grin, gazing toward taro with a tilt of her head. <strong>"Well, hunny; are you showing or folding?"</strong> She asked playfully, bringing her free hand up to flip the hair from her face while her right hand kept the cards close to her bosom. She was preparing an assault on Taro's mind truthfully,if he was doing what she thought. She figured his hand was nothing like she thought it was, and she was willing to expose him if he did it again. That'd forfeit his chits, and leave the pots to those playing by the rules. At-least, that's how she thought it would work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 11:31:04</strong>
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				"Show." Taro smirked at her smugly as he replied, seeming to already be reassured of his triumph.<br><br>The crowd was staring excitedly, as they began to lay down their cards. "Three of a kind." The fat fellow began, setting down his three fives, a jack, and a king. "Pair." The german muttered annoyedly, his two tens hardly making a change in things, already knowing he had lost the round. With that, the fear of being sold ahead after the game was alleviated at least. Her hand beat both of them, leaving her facing Taro, who looked more than a little annoyed. <br><br><em>Four Jacks.</em> The man had <em>Four Jacks</em> in his hand, but the one that the fat man had laid down meant that would state the deck had <em>five</em> of them which was hardly likely. He was trying to switch out one of them for one of his real cards, in a hurry too. His sleeves were rolled up towards his shoulders to show he hadn't been storing any in his sleeves, but he hardly had to. In that moment, she might just spot the fact his palm seemed to <em>open</em> slightly, revealing a thin pouch to which he tried to slip one of the cards to discreetly while pretending to shuffle them and play up the tension. <br><br>The man was playing with a cybernetic hand with some synthetic skin to it, and hiding cards in the very palm of his hand. Catching him sneaking out a card from somewhere else was unlikely then, but after witnessing the trick when he got nervous it became apparent. He was trying to change his cards, he knew he would lose but at least he was trying to avoid getting caught, and he couldn't just fold anymore.<br><br>"Three Jacks. Damn, I thought I had you all." He slapped down the three Jacks with his right hand his left trying to close the palm-slot which wasn't closing with the hastily stuffed card partially out still, his right hand dropping the other two cards, an ace and king. Except in that moment he had made yet another rush. Because nobody in their sane mind would believe a single deck might have -two- Kings of Clubs in it. The fat man's hand was coming back to haunt him yet again.<br><br>Not to mention that bald, tattooed asian had won the last round by having a full house which included two kings, including the said king of clubs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 07:00:49</strong>
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				The tension was rising, Katia knew she had the best shot, but what if the german had managed to pull something more out of that hand then she thought he could. She found herself fidgeting more then a bit, but when they laid down their hands the tension was relieved. She stalled then before revealing hers, mind scouring to the cocky Asian. That's when she seen the flash in her mind; four jack.... She had to take a double on the fat captain's kickers, but sure enough there it was. <em>Five in the deck, huh?</em> She thought, knowing that four of a kind would beat a straight like hers, or a flush; but not her straight flush. Still, the idea of someone else cheating made her angry. That, and she couldn't tell where he was hiding the cards!<br><br>Katia glanced him over like a grifter searching her next target, and that's when her blue eyes noticed it. She barely did, but he was using a robot arm to hide them!? Her face flushed at that point, noticing he was at-least good at it; but she'd make him stall. <strong>"Straight of hearts, flushed to the six!"</strong> She chirped, laying the cards out for them to see as she leaned across the table. Her cleavage popped up in the tight corset then, glancing the king of clubs Taro drooped. <strong>"Kinda strange there, Taro; we got two king's of clubs here. The queen of wonderland will be displeased..."</strong> She said, voice the mixture of a purr and a hiss. She bared her teeth in a smile then, just as her forefinger extended in a flash, tipping the card from his hand to land face up before the other's eyes. <br><br>Katia knew her temper had gotten the best of her, though; so she quickly slinked back in her chair, hands filching hold of both deeds to slip them in her corset while the men would hopefully be taking care of Taro with their tempers. She hoped they would get angry, the argument might just be enough for her to slip out with the goods. Regardless, she tried; right arm slyly sweeping out to pull the chits to her side. Well, as slyly as an arm sweep could be anyhow! <em>Oh the hornets nest you just stirred up!</em> She thought, hoping she wouldn't be dragged into the middle of this. Of course, that was an unlikely conclusion since she was the one that busted em.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 11:49:27</strong>
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				Taro's eyes widened as she called him out, a cuss leaving his mouth, right before the german man drew a large revolver from his side to point up at Taro's face. "Cheating? This son of a snake was cheating?" He growled menacingly, while the fat man cast a look at Taro but then turned his eyes at Katia. "Guess that makes this your hand. A shame." The fat east-european man said while his eyes cast a brief look at her form but then turned back at Taro.<br><br>"Hey now, we were just having a friendly game that's all." Taro started, before the german's hand clenched the revolver drawing back the hammer with a click. In a rush, Taro's own hand moved to draw a pistol from his side as the German spoke in a chilling voice. "Don't." The malice in it was obvious, he was already aiming at Taro and could have shot the man where he sat by now if he chose to, but instead he gave the asian one more chance to let it go.<br><br>Taro's hand rose with the pistol, taking aim at <em>her</em> though rather than the guy with the gun. Petty vengeance before he'd be taken down, perhaps, but he never got the chance to pull the trigger. The revolver banged again and again, emptying three shots into Taro's chest, causing the cheater to collapse against the table on top of his pile of chits. Looking at the scene seriously the german man then turned to glance at her in turn.<br><br>"I might not be fond of women but you did good. You keep your winnings, and..." He reached to the pile of chits before the asian man, lifting a couple of them clearly marked up for a fair sum, dropping them before her. "...exposing cheaters ought to be rewarded anyway. That covers what he cheated off of you and some more, no?" By now, a squad of police would be on its way to the spacer bar, they were never far but the word 'cheater' would undoubtedly lead to at least someone calling in the guards to take away the said cheater before things escalated. Or, to at least make sure they'd stop it from becoming a bloodbath.<br><br>"Hmmh, at least I get some of my chits back then." The fat man muttered annoyedly, though glancing at the deed which Katia had already pulled up from the table. The starship was hers by winning that hand, the bet had paid off though it had been a gamble with a lot on the line. "Hmmh. I guess, you aren't willing to trade a fair sum of credits for that instead?" Looking at the pile of credits before the now dead Taro though, there wasn't enough to buy a starship with. Obviously the fat man had only played it out when he had nothing else to gamble and perhaps without money he wouldn't have been able to hold onto the ship for long anyway. <br><br>"Fine. Its in bay eleven, the door's got a biometric lock, so it will be easy enough to come and go once you reset it to your handprint only. In the meanwhile, there's a security override." He muttered while taking off a gaudy faux-gold necklace he wore, the chain ending with a small thin pole that had a naked human woman clinging to it, like an already naked stripper. <br><br>"You can customize them too, I had mine put into this." Still muttering, the fat guy handed the chain over to her. "Hold it to the door and you'll get inside, you'll find the codes to reset stuff so you can make it your own from the document." He gestured at the papers annoyedly. It seemed he was forced to honor the deal because of how many folks were present to see this take place, but the way he clutched the chain before letting go of it might have suggested something about his real thoughts on the matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 12:37:32</strong>
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				It seemed that no sooner then Katia snatched up the deeds, and raked a portion of the loot her way, did the shit start hitting the fan. The word cheater rang out, and she winced knowing the kind of trouble that'd bring. Why didn't she just hold her anger in? Icing stares were raised, and she felt her veins throb with adrenaline as fingers clutched a holdout pistol that was strapped beneath her skirt. She aimed it Taro's way, still hidden under the table, thinking the man might try something as the German went on speaking about how the hand was her's. Though following that, the tension rose between him and the Asian. <br><br>Katia didn't relax though, and in fact got more buzzed when pistols were drawn, but before she could think too much on it, the ringing of gun fire sounded out. Her eyes shut tight as the pops resounded, and when they opened taro was bleeding on the table with his pistol dropped before him. She knew it was pointed her way, and thankful eyes rose up to the man. She giggled when chits were tossed her way, and nodded at his words about not liking woman. <strong>"Well, after a show like that,"</strong> She started with a bat of her eye lashes. <strong>"I'd be more then willing to try and change your mind if you ever found yourself interested."</strong><br><br>Truthfully the German wasn't Katia's type in the least, but saving her pretty face was enough to look past that. After all, she'd been less picky while drunk. Still, her eyes turned to the chubby captain who tried to rattle the deed back from her. She just shook her head at him, and glanced the faux gold chain while fighting back a sneer at the lack of class it held. She was comforted by the fact she could customize it though, and took it from his hand with a nod. <strong>"Glad to see yer a man of your word at-least., captain"</strong> She complimented him, but had more then a bit of insight from the displeased look on his face, plus the tug at the chain before he let it go.<br><br>Katia knew she best get out of here before her favor with lady luck was pushed too far, though; so with necklace in hand she rose from the table. Dusting her clothes off briefly, the blonde snatched the pistol Taro had pulled from the table and slid it into her sash. After all, it was a much finer piece then the pea shooter she had up her skirt. <strong>"Thank you for the game, gentlemen. And since Taro cheated us all, that part of the pot is left to be split."</strong> She said with a wink, after all it was more then large enough to share. She still took more then majority winnings, but only enough to get herself cargo to make runs, repairs that may be needed and some spending cash on the side.<br><br>With that, though, Katia was satisfied. <strong>"Fare the well..."</strong> She said to both of them with a dangle of her delicate fingers, and trotted off to cash in her chits! After she finished with that, saying nothing else went wrong, she began her path to look at her knew starship. After all, first glance is supposed to be the best. Even if the ship was in disrepair, she'd be one of the only people in the system to have one. That thought is what drove her onward, and made her want to go see it all the quicker. <br><br>Fast steps brought Katia through the bustling streets, and before long she found herself coming upon the docks. Her blue eyes took in the scenery from there, admiring the ships in bay before her eyes came across the one she'd call her own. It nearly took her breath away at first, the way the deck seemed exposed as she came up close to the siding. Her hand stroked the hull then, brushing across the chromarian steel as those eyes wandered up again to the open deck <em>Now how'd the old dog manage that?</em> She wondered with curiosity. <br><br>Katia continued up the ramp then, toward the ships dock entrance. She seen the pressurized path inside, and wondered why it was needed before she stepped up inside the ship. She came in right on deck, and immediately she understood; the deck wasn't open, it was covered by some transparent material. Her delicate fingers traced the surface of it then, right against the bowel. It felt near crystalline to the touch, that had her buzzing with curiosity. <strong>"Now this is a ship!"</strong> She gasped aloud, taking in the full view as her mind pondered on the name she wanted for the aging beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 12:14:29</strong>
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				Neither of her companions in the card-game sought to stop her from leaving after the pot was divided, though as she left the area the german fellow looked after her for a moment a faint smirk on his face, looking amused at her offer. Still, as he counted what he had returned to him the fat man in turn kept watch of her till she left the room, seemingly grumpy about the outcome but not daring to protest again in the area, leaving her to make her exit then. The crowd was having a blast laughing and chatting though, and as she made her way towards the door to step outside, she was already out of sight of the ones left at the table, allowing her a safe passage to head off to the spaceport.<br><br>The streets had a fair number of folks walking about, going about their business, with the neon-lights in the distance advertising different vices, as well as accomodations. The main path to the spaceport was fairly quiet though, the few ships present showing some folks unloading one, another ship having attached hoses refilling its tanks no doubt, where as the one she owned rested at perfect ease in its landing bay. The bay itself wasn't locked, but the ship's airlock certainly was, but then again she had the documents and the master key to get inside.<br><br>The ship was definitely built with more appreciation for its looks. Some of the ships were little more than large holds with engines strapped to them which gave them the look of a flying box, in comparison to all that her ship was definitely more appealing. The transparent material was tough crystal of some form, giving a look of an open deck while protecting the folks inside from the harsh reality of space. Yet with such a view anyone travelling with her would be getting a show few other ships could offer, and this one was without just using some cameras along the hull. <br><br>As she was looking at the ship there was a set of footsteps closing in on her, a serious man's voice rising up. "Hold on a moment!" The voice belonged to a six-foot tall fellow with dark brown shade of skin, and a military hair-style, barely more than a 'nine o clock shadow' on the top of his head. Dressed in a black-and-white uniform, he carried a badge marking him as 'spaceport security', as well as a datapad in his hand which he seemed to be looking at and then looking up at her. <br><br>"Are you part of the crew of this ship? I'd like to ask a couple of questions from your captain, but he's nowhere to be found." The man's voice was serious and formal, his gaze going over her, both appreciating the looks she had but also seeming to try and spot any signs of weapons on her person, though his own sidearm rested securely in its holster at his side. Nonetheless, as he finished the look he continued speaking again. "I have it on good authority he was involved in a shootout just a short while ago at the bar, but fled the scene before the security got there." His tone perfectly even and courteous, yet at the same time he was waiting for her words with the looks of a predator eyeing its prey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 07:34:29</strong>
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				Katia was far too enamored with her new ship to notice the footsteps coming up behind her, so she jumped when the serious man's voice echoed out. Her sight kicked in near instinctively, flashes of the man behind her moving her through her mind. She seen his visage and the data-pad before she ever spun around. When did turn, however, she immediately clapped her hand across the left side of her chest. Putting on her best pouty face, she sighed while looking at the man. <strong>"So, so sorry for the start. I wasn't expecting anyone, especially not a handsome fella' from spaceport security."</strong> She spoke in a flush, half an act; and half seriously. <br><br>Removing the hand from her chest, Katia straightened her outfit and let out another steadying breath. [/b]"Now, for your questions..."[/b] She began, walking toward the man with a lynx like step. <strong>"I am the captain of this ship, and yes I was present at a shooting in the local spacebar. Involved, I wouldn't call it that. I caught a cheater, and let my temper get the best of me. Called him out, and well another player at the table didn't take it so well. I won, and with the trouble I seen coming; I just kinda left."</strong> She explained in a delicate tone, not knowing if fleeing the scene was a crime here or not. She certainly hoped it wasn't, otherwise the beauty might be in for some trouble.<br><br><strong>"I have my deed to the Vessel here, if you'd like to see it officer?"</strong> Katia questioned, but pulled the deed slowly from the bosom of her corset as she did. The slow pace was half to keep him from getting jumpy, and half to hopefully distract him by seeming sexy. <strong>"Have a look if you'd like. I hope I'm not in any trouble. I'm a little unfamiliar with these parts, so I'm not sure if what I did was wrong or not. I'll pay any fine, or make sure I make it up in other ways."</strong> She, again, explained in that soft and alluring tone. She didn't know why she always went to playing off her looks and sexuality first. Probably had something to do with her upbringing, that was the only way she got out of things; but she wasn't lying when she said she make up for it, through fines or alternative means even...
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				Title: <strong>Re: High Stakes and Free Skies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 19:51:58</strong>
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				Looking at Katia a bit curiously at the time as she spoke up her flattery, the man's cheeks colored somewhat, though he seemed to seek to remain professional. Still, it had its effect and he relaxed a touch more before her, listening to her answers. Seeming to consider the statement a short moment he finally nod his head and began to write something down. Taking a look at the deed, he lifted his fingers to take a closer look at it, and typed something in on the datapad before returning the deed to her.<br><br><strong>"Alright, it appears everything's in order here then. The ship is yours, though without a cargo right now, its fuelled up and pretty ready to go, not sure if its former owner was planning on doing some work on it since the crew isn't around. Ah well, as its changed hands I figure you'll put their belongings in a box and hand it to me I can deliver their personal items to them when they come back if you are leaving before then. Other than that, it seems things are in order right now."</strong> He looked at her with a smile on his face at the promise to make things right, before awkwardly chuckling.<br><br><strong>"As much as I would like to take you up on that offer there is nothing wrong with gambling, and those who cheat have wagered with their lives anyway. At least it was kept contained and nobody else got injured. Though a ship of that size, you might think about keeping the crew unless you got new ones in mind to hire. Not that I am saying you can't fly it out on your own, but having spare hands to help out with anything that goes on helps."</strong> He hummed briefly, before then smiling and putting the datapad down.<br><br><strong>"I'll wait if you want to gather the personal belongings off the ship, if there are any, and take them away then. Or if you aren't going anywhere, just let the folks from the old crew come snatch them up before they have to go. You might visit the spacer bar to look for folks looking for work, but if not, I figure your ship is, while in port, also hooked on the web here, figure a lot of ways to look for new crew if you do. Same about the jobs, though you'll also find the market pretty near."</strong> He hummed and tried to look helpful.
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