Co-authored by: Ray of Meep (GM), Acewing13, Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior
23XX A.D, 24 hours after the raid on the warehouse
Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system, Magnuski Station
Captain Rain was driving one of the shuttles bringing the vigilantes back to Daheim One. Poodle was driving the other. In the backseats of each were Joan, Juan, Eberhard, and Beatrix, bounded by zipties. They were still in their suits, disheveled. At least Juan was bandaged up, given the necessary treatment for his wounds. Ulrike rode shotgun. She hasn't said a word to the team yet.
After they stopped in front of the ship's airlock, Rain let them out and cut their zipties. "You better keep an eye on them this time." He admonished to Ulrike.
"We'll talk later." Ulrike flatly replied. Rain looked at her curiously, but simply nodded and drove off. Once the two shuttles were off out of hearing range, she grabbed Eberhard by the ear and pulled him down to her height. "I hope you're fucking happy. You just costed me a couple of months of work with this stunt of yours!" She then glared at the rest of the team. "You're not innocent either! You know we're on thin ice right now!"
Eberhard protested, "They have nothing to do with this, it was all on--- ow ow ow!"
"Jus' shut it Eber'ard," Joan sighed. "Yer gonna 'ave it easy, believe me," she said, sounding concerned.
"To be fair we could have said no. I forget why I signed up in the first place. Probably to lower the chance of the team getting in trouble and also fucking dying." Juan sighed, and rolled his head around on his neck. "We really shouldn't have done that, that was immensly stupid."
"Ah'm gonna 'ave ta explain dis ta Tylah," Joan groaned, rubbing her hands together nervously. "Ah'm nevah gonna 'ear da end of it."
"Guys, shut up," Beatrix said with her own sigh. "Don't talk unless your lawyer is around."
"Bee, Mom has it handled. I think." Juan moved his wrists around, now free of their ties.
"I expected better of you." Ulrike shook her head, still holding onto Eberhard's ear. "From now on I expect you to be back on the ship within an hour of your shifts save for extraordinary circumstances. You will not touch anything in the armory without explicit permission. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Joan sighed. "Can ah go see me kids in git dis ovah wif?" She asked.
"Of course." Ulrike nodded, watching Joan leave quietly. "And you!" She turned back at her husband. "Hand it over!"
"Hand what over?" Eberhard winced and asked.
"Don't play daft with me! The weapons tracking data!" Ulrike growled.
"Sigh..." With great reluctance, Eberhard pulled a thumbdrive out of his pocket and handed it to Ulrike. Only then did she let him go.
"What are you going to do with it?" Bee asked, holding her hands behind her.
"Nothing. I don't want Eberhard to do anything with it, but I can't just delete it either. After all, you guys risked your lives for this idiot's dumb idea." Ulrike inspected the hardware, looked at Bee, then clenched it in her fist.
"Alright," Beatrix said, with a shrug. "Guess it'd be wrong to use it when we told the police we wouldn't."
"What's the whole point then?" Eberhard crossed his arms and frowned. "We're supposed to do work that law enforcement can't. Day by day on this station it feels like we're just government lapdogs. The team wasn't recruited just to do beat cop duties. We're wasting talent here."
Ulrike massaged her nosebridge. "For the love of---" She looked at Juan and Bee. "What, you're feeling bored?"
23XX A.D, 24 hours after the raid on the warehouse
Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system, Magnuski Station
Captain Rain was driving one of the shuttles bringing the vigilantes back to Daheim One. Poodle was driving the other. In the backseats of each were Joan, Juan, Eberhard, and Beatrix, bounded by zipties. They were still in their suits, disheveled. At least Juan was bandaged up, given the necessary treatment for his wounds. Ulrike rode shotgun. She hasn't said a word to the team yet.
After they stopped in front of the ship's airlock, Rain let them out and cut their zipties. "You better keep an eye on them this time." He admonished to Ulrike.
"We'll talk later." Ulrike flatly replied. Rain looked at her curiously, but simply nodded and drove off. Once the two shuttles were off out of hearing range, she grabbed Eberhard by the ear and pulled him down to her height. "I hope you're fucking happy. You just costed me a couple of months of work with this stunt of yours!" She then glared at the rest of the team. "You're not innocent either! You know we're on thin ice right now!"
Eberhard protested, "They have nothing to do with this, it was all on--- ow ow ow!"
"Jus' shut it Eber'ard," Joan sighed. "Yer gonna 'ave it easy, believe me," she said, sounding concerned.
"To be fair we could have said no. I forget why I signed up in the first place. Probably to lower the chance of the team getting in trouble and also fucking dying." Juan sighed, and rolled his head around on his neck. "We really shouldn't have done that, that was immensly stupid."
"Ah'm gonna 'ave ta explain dis ta Tylah," Joan groaned, rubbing her hands together nervously. "Ah'm nevah gonna 'ear da end of it."
"Guys, shut up," Beatrix said with her own sigh. "Don't talk unless your lawyer is around."
"Bee, Mom has it handled. I think." Juan moved his wrists around, now free of their ties.
"I expected better of you." Ulrike shook her head, still holding onto Eberhard's ear. "From now on I expect you to be back on the ship within an hour of your shifts save for extraordinary circumstances. You will not touch anything in the armory without explicit permission. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Joan sighed. "Can ah go see me kids in git dis ovah wif?" She asked.
"Of course." Ulrike nodded, watching Joan leave quietly. "And you!" She turned back at her husband. "Hand it over!"
"Hand what over?" Eberhard winced and asked.
"Don't play daft with me! The weapons tracking data!" Ulrike growled.
"Sigh..." With great reluctance, Eberhard pulled a thumbdrive out of his pocket and handed it to Ulrike. Only then did she let him go.
"What are you going to do with it?" Bee asked, holding her hands behind her.
"Nothing. I don't want Eberhard to do anything with it, but I can't just delete it either. After all, you guys risked your lives for this idiot's dumb idea." Ulrike inspected the hardware, looked at Bee, then clenched it in her fist.
"Alright," Beatrix said, with a shrug. "Guess it'd be wrong to use it when we told the police we wouldn't."
"What's the whole point then?" Eberhard crossed his arms and frowned. "We're supposed to do work that law enforcement can't. Day by day on this station it feels like we're just government lapdogs. The team wasn't recruited just to do beat cop duties. We're wasting talent here."
Ulrike massaged her nosebridge. "For the love of---" She looked at Juan and Bee. "What, you're feeling bored?"