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Fic: Down Hardscrabble Well
Author: evilbunyovrlord
Notes: Language, other naughtiness as it appears. I will warn you.
A muted red light picked up her face as she leaned forward in the big chair. Sharp eyes picked up every detail of the screen in front of her. She ran long fingers through the inch long dark hair. A green ghost flashed on the edge of the screen. Her fingers tightened on an armrest. "Now," she whispered sharply.
The small fox-shaped face of the man in the pilot's seat tightened into a half-smile. His fingers danced over the controls. "Let's get rich."
"Won't get rich off these bastards' scraps, but maybe there'll be some full stomachs around here."
"Same thing ain't it?"
Maggie smiled. She tapped the comm button. "Isolde, we're dropping."
"On it boss," floated from the comm.
The tiny ship dropped slowly from the cover of the rocks. A space-suited woman leapt out gracefully toward the last cargo pod. She planted her feet on the face toward the rest of the train. Thunking the magnetic boots one step at a time, she made her way toward the coupler. Isolde sang a lullaby under breath as she set a device to fool the simple here/not-here tell-tale that lit in the train's engine room.
The woman reached for the back of her belt and snapped a monofil anchor line to the front of the pod. She took a deep breath and kicked the coupler even as she activated her reel. She was pulled upward toward the tiny vessel above. The pod would play out its motion until it reached the end of the monofil at which time it would be reeled in behind.
Maggie left the forward cabin and moved swiftly toward the Cargo Bay. "Pat!" she called out. Looking down into the bay she saw half a dozen lean farmer types looking up. "Pod is being reeled in. I want two hose teams and a crate team."
"You think we need two hoses?" came from her left. A tall red headed man came out dressed in the universal uniform of a jumpsuit and neckerchief.
The brunette balled her fists on her hips. "Damn it Pat. I tell you to hang in the bay, I expect you to stay in the damned bay."
"Sorry Sis. Call of nature trumps Captain's orders."
"Only if you like breathing vacuum Beanstalk," Isolde chided as she peeled down on her ev suit. She pecked Maggie on the cheek. "It's running heavy just like you said."
"That's why we need two hoses," Maggie wagged her finger at her slightly flighty brother. "You don't run trains through the badlands if you can afford to take your time. They were bound to be heavy." Lights flashed in the bay. "That's it people. Thirty to unload, then we kick the pod loose. Get your asses in gear."
Isolde and Pat dropped down into the bay. Maggie waited for the telltale change in ship's vibration before flathanding the large lock release. The door cycled open. Within moments, one of the hired hands cut through the hull of the pod leaving a growing pool of seeds underfoot. The brunette smiled and grabbed for a cargo lifter on her way to the treasure vault du jour.
Author: evilbunyovrlord
Notes: Language, other naughtiness as it appears. I will warn you.
A muted red light picked up her face as she leaned forward in the big chair. Sharp eyes picked up every detail of the screen in front of her. She ran long fingers through the inch long dark hair. A green ghost flashed on the edge of the screen. Her fingers tightened on an armrest. "Now," she whispered sharply.
The small fox-shaped face of the man in the pilot's seat tightened into a half-smile. His fingers danced over the controls. "Let's get rich."
"Won't get rich off these bastards' scraps, but maybe there'll be some full stomachs around here."
"Same thing ain't it?"
Maggie smiled. She tapped the comm button. "Isolde, we're dropping."
"On it boss," floated from the comm.
The tiny ship dropped slowly from the cover of the rocks. A space-suited woman leapt out gracefully toward the last cargo pod. She planted her feet on the face toward the rest of the train. Thunking the magnetic boots one step at a time, she made her way toward the coupler. Isolde sang a lullaby under breath as she set a device to fool the simple here/not-here tell-tale that lit in the train's engine room.
The woman reached for the back of her belt and snapped a monofil anchor line to the front of the pod. She took a deep breath and kicked the coupler even as she activated her reel. She was pulled upward toward the tiny vessel above. The pod would play out its motion until it reached the end of the monofil at which time it would be reeled in behind.
Maggie left the forward cabin and moved swiftly toward the Cargo Bay. "Pat!" she called out. Looking down into the bay she saw half a dozen lean farmer types looking up. "Pod is being reeled in. I want two hose teams and a crate team."
"You think we need two hoses?" came from her left. A tall red headed man came out dressed in the universal uniform of a jumpsuit and neckerchief.
The brunette balled her fists on her hips. "Damn it Pat. I tell you to hang in the bay, I expect you to stay in the damned bay."
"Sorry Sis. Call of nature trumps Captain's orders."
"Only if you like breathing vacuum Beanstalk," Isolde chided as she peeled down on her ev suit. She pecked Maggie on the cheek. "It's running heavy just like you said."
"That's why we need two hoses," Maggie wagged her finger at her slightly flighty brother. "You don't run trains through the badlands if you can afford to take your time. They were bound to be heavy." Lights flashed in the bay. "That's it people. Thirty to unload, then we kick the pod loose. Get your asses in gear."
Isolde and Pat dropped down into the bay. Maggie waited for the telltale change in ship's vibration before flathanding the large lock release. The door cycled open. Within moments, one of the hired hands cut through the hull of the pod leaving a growing pool of seeds underfoot. The brunette smiled and grabbed for a cargo lifter on her way to the treasure vault du jour.