“The Ba Sing Se ain’t no place for a baby.” The captain turns, that battered brown coat showing its scars more than its wearer, and Zura is about ready to heave the man against the side of his own ship by the lapels.
“I’m not looking to live here, I just want passage-!”
Uncle steps around and manages to appeal to the younger man as a veteran- he doesn’t mention which side- and by nightfall they’re stowed safely away in a too-small bunk. The captain declines to give them the tour, leaving that to a small woman with suspicious eyes and a lazy air of danger that didn’t come from any respectable academy Zura has ever heard of. Her husband, the pilot, just gives them a nod behind his hat, although he smiles at Lan Min when she waves from her mother’s arms.
Things are quiet until they’re halfway out between the moons, and then the smuggling run they're apparently on goes sour. Zura doesn’t want to stick out, but if it comes down to being boarded by the Alliance she’s screwed too, so she picks a nice pair of guns out of the heap and prepares to repel.
It isn’t until the fireworks die down that she catches the captain eyeing her speculatively- and it isn’t until the next port and several entirely unnecessary shootouts later that she caves and takes equal shares.
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Part 3!
Date: 2010-05-09 12:29 am (UTC)“The Ba Sing Se ain’t no place for a baby.” The captain turns, that battered brown coat showing its scars more than its wearer, and Zura is about ready to heave the man against the side of his own ship by the lapels.
“I’m not looking to live here, I just want passage-!”
Uncle steps around and manages to appeal to the younger man as a veteran- he doesn’t mention which side- and by nightfall they’re stowed safely away in a too-small bunk. The captain declines to give them the tour, leaving that to a small woman with suspicious eyes and a lazy air of danger that didn’t come from any respectable academy Zura has ever heard of. Her husband, the pilot, just gives them a nod behind his hat, although he smiles at Lan Min when she waves from her mother’s arms.
Things are quiet until they’re halfway out between the moons, and then the smuggling run they're apparently on goes sour. Zura doesn’t want to stick out, but if it comes down to being boarded by the Alliance she’s screwed too, so she picks a nice pair of guns out of the heap and prepares to repel.
It isn’t until the fireworks die down that she catches the captain eyeing her speculatively- and it isn’t until the next port and several entirely unnecessary shootouts later that she caves and takes equal shares.