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[Darkness Down Below] Chapter 1.1 - Easy Does It

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Henri watched in amazement, his mouth hanging open slightly at the absurdity of the Hilda woman. Is she always like this? Is she insane? His facial expression slowly became more and more confused as she continued, his jaw suddenly snapping shut and his focus shifting once she had pointed out the approaching security. His focus once again shifted suddenly as he witnessed Cleo put Hilda in her place and cement her mutiny. "Ooh la la." He mumbled under his breath. A woman of action. He shook himself out of it.

"Er... If I may interrupt?" Henri piped up from his seated position, hoping to preempt any attempts at hogtying. "Perhaps I can be of help? After all, the security seems to be no more your friends than they are mine, and it does appear that we have all come here with the same intentions. The only major difference being that you brought your team, and I intended to make away with the valuables alone. In any case, allow me to assist in our escape. It would appear to be in all of our best interest that we leave this place, and quickly."
 

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Gerasim holds up his hand like he is about to deflect a blow to his chest as the crazy lady starts to bark at his fellow stationers, his mouth open in an unspoken 'Woooo'. The surprise keeps him standing still like a statue for a bit before he relaxes one arm, moving the other to pull the hand through his hair. He watches Joshua join in on ordering around his comrades. Both of them manage to perfectly imitate stuck-up state officials that have the urge to show off their powers to 'civilians' to fill that need for control and superiority.

All three of them start walking off with the new prisoner in tow, leaving Gerasim behind. He drops his arms and rolls his shoulders, standing in place as he looks after them, with an absent stare. 'What a bunch of Moodozvons! How the hell did they get this far?' He thinks, and a grin spreads on his face, and all worries are gone like they were never there before. He starts jogging after them, catching up to them just as they start all pilling into the starship of the smuggler.

*Thump* goes the door behind him as it closes behind him and he rests the dull side of the blade on his shoulder, unsure of where else to place it. 'Totally, I look fucking cool with this.' He thinks to himself with a slight grin eyeing the entire group in one view from his spot. 'Tho, I am almost sure those guys need to get moving if they don't wanna get arrest-' He catches Midnight glancing at his set-up and almost instinctively winks at her, only for her not to notice as she turns away. Gerasim still feels very reinforced in his abilities.

"Dadadadadadadada." He watches as Cleo explodes into a tirade against Midnight, much more ready as before when she caught him off-guard. "Dadaddadada-she's right, I have never seen a worse organized mission on the field. Still, poor Midnight.'-adadadada"

Her gaze turns toward him and Joshua, and he looks into her eyes with a raised eyebrow, trying not to smile and look somber. "Dadadadada-" He stares right back at Cleo with a suppressed cocky grin, unimpressed to the scolding against him and Joshua. 'We got the objective, isn't that what we wanted?' He thought, with an aloof expression.

He did not move an inch the entire five minutes, and as the attention of the dog lady turned back to the Frenchie, he focused on what he was saying. He didn't speak any french, but he did learn Latin, and one or two words did sound familiar though nothing one could make a sensible sentence out of even with context. 'Why did I even bother with Latin, I should have learned Spanish. Ladies like Spanish.' He reminisced while rubbing his fingers together as if he is nervous, which he isn't and realizes that he is spacing off too often today.

Just as he is about to think about making a coffee in the kitchen, the room explodes into even more noise, and Gerasim snaps his head toward the screen, seeing a potato-nosed Pasha. Calmly he turns his head toward Cleo, immediately seeing this glint of murder in her eyes. "You boys ever see a Daqin Soldier actually try?" She says, and he, for the first time, hears her words crystal-clear with the intent behind them. He smiles at her as she gives him orders and puts down the sword, leaning it against the wall.

He gets close to her, puts one hand on the pistol, and pushes it down with light force. "How about we don't kill the people I know? I know you said we shouldn't question you, but you don't have any authority, so I will." He puts a thumb on the magazine release and pulls out the magazine. He lifts it to Cleo's face and looks her straight into her eyes. "I stored some of my stuff I need to take with me on your side of the docks. I gotta take them with me so-" He points at Joshua. "You, Joshua, need to hold the position because Gerasim here, a long-time citizen of this station which you could use as a hostage." He presents himself, moving his arm from his crotch to his head like he pulls up a curtain. "And there wouldn't be any bloodshed, how about that? Everybody is happy, and everybody is alive."

He gets close to Cleo's face, a stern look on his face. "How does that sound, leader?"
 

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Cleo glared at Gerasim as he walked up to her and slowly grabbed her gun. Her eyes widened as her glare grew even more intense. But she gave him his moment to be a hero and believe to disarm her as he spoke. Though, the moment he finished, she stepped forward and brought her knee up between his legs, grabbing her magazine back from him and placing it back into her gun. "First of all, don't you ever touch me, or my weapons ever again," She growled darkly, squatting down next to him as he inevitably collapsed. "You've been here for less than an hour, and want to join our crew. They've seen you actively helping us and minutes later are at the door with an entire squad of armed men waiting to blitz in here and gun us down and you want me to walk out there with you as a fucking hostage?" She asked, grabbing his face and making him look at her. "If you have a problem with the orders I give, you stick a pin into it until a time where the enemy isn't right at the fucking door, and you bring it up with me then. I have no problem discussing the finer points between a violent and pacifistic approach but not when we don't have time for these stupid fucking arguments, you understand me?" Cleo hissed, roughly letting go of his chin and standing back up.

She then looked at everyone else. "That goes for the rest of you. You lock in step on the mission, vent your grievances after the mission, unless I'm being a total fucking moron fantasizing about all the terrible things these fuckwads are going to do to us while gushing in my panties," She snapped, looking at Henri. "If you really don't want to be caught, then you go up with Hilda and help her crack through the security. Joshua, you stay here to guard the ship as Gerasim here doesn't seem to want to shoot his fellow comrades, and Gerasim, you get to come with me, without a weapon, because I wouldn't want you to spill any blood, now would I," She smiled at him, standing next to the door again. "Now, get your shit together and get ready!"
 

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Soyuz Sotsialisticheskikh Mirov
скучный Station,
SS голубь


Joshua bit his lip as he saw Cleo declare mutiny, torn between his soldier’s instinct to obey the chain of command and the Chongwu’s force of personality. On one hand, she’s got a point that this has been a shitshow. On the other, I kinda feel like a bunch of that is on me. Wait, he thought, blinking a few times, that means I should be glad Cleo’s blaming Hilda and not me. Mutiny it is then.

He looked around the shuttle, deciding what to start smashing when Midnight pointed out Pasha and his new squad of guards standing outside of the airlock. “Knew I should have demanded some more firepower,” he said, sighing as he put his hand on the butt of his pistol. When Cleo said she’d take on the entire group with only a little covering fire, he returned her smile and said, “Of course, I’d pay to see this.”

The show was interrupted when Gerasim stepped towards Cleo, which Joshua raised an eyebrow at. The guy saw her chase down the Frenchie and subdue him with her teeth, right? he thought, deciding to stay quiet while the pair talked through their issues. It was soon sorted when she crushed the Russian’s manhood and took back her weapon. Glad that’s settled.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, nodding to Cleo, pulling his pistol out of his holster. “As long as I get to watch still.”
 

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Soyuz Sotsialisticheskikh Mirov
скучный Station,
SS голубь

Hilda whined as she was manhandled by Cleo and ordered about. Tossed aside like a piece of trash and essentially told to go do the kitchen work, she couldn't help but mewl at all the abuse she was taking. The gazes of all the men around her and their offhand comments made her demotion all the more degrading as she climbed the ladder. Which, of course, only delighted the degenerate to the utmost degree! Fastening herself down into the cockpit though, she could hear them over the ship's monitoring systems. "But Cleoooo!" she whined. "I was going to tell you, we can just let them come into the airlock, and once I detach from the station, vent them into space!" The buxom, cat eared woman thought it was a great idea. Clean and simple. Very straightforward, like hijacking a ship! Like starting up a fighter craft, all it really took was the operating know ho - "Uh, guys? This piece of Russian junk might not start up fast enough!" she realized.

Right on the view-screen outside, Pasha and his friends were getting a door cutter ready.

"Open up, or we're going to open you up ourselves!" the portly station guard demanded.
 

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Henri stood up quickly and took a small bow. "Oui, of course." He replied to Cleo as he was already halfway up the ladder to the cockpit, having only some minor difficulty with his injured arm. However, he did not let that slow him down, eager to remove himself as a potential target for Cleo's anger and get on with the escaping bit, since as it happens he did really truly did not want to be caught by the Russian authorities. Yes, that was very far down his list of wants. As he got onto the bridge, he just paused in place, looking around at the control and electronics.

"Mon Dieu, what a piece of junk. Woman, out of the way." He said as he shouldered past her seat and slid himself under the console. "Nothing will start up if you do not deactivate the security systems first. They are not in the habit of leaving impounded ships unlocked and free to take." He grunts and mutters about ruining his expensive suit and his bleeding arm, occasionally switching between English and French, as he digs around under the console adjusting some things here and cutting then crossing some wires over there. "Merde!" Henri yelled as he jerked out from under the console, shaking out the pain in his hand from an electric shock. He looks at Hilda with a conspiratorial grin and gives her a wink before sliding back under the console. After a few more moments, he shouted to her. "Try it now!... peut-être..."
 

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While Hentri ran up the ladder, Cleo just looked as everyone else stared at her and decided it was time to start her plan. Though, she felt she could at least give Gerasim a chance. Not literally, no, but she would give his friends a chance to run away. So, she tapped the COM next to the door, her voice going cold. "I have your friend in here... I will tell you now, if you leave, him, and your pathetic security force will walk away from this without issue. If you don't..." Cleo said, looking at Gerasim. "Well, I can't guarantee your survival..." She said, her persona shifting as she got ready for the response.

All the anger was gone.

"Ha!" Pasha responded. "The words of a coward! Do you think your little group of unarmed criminals can stop the might of the Soyuz? We have you outgunned and outnumbered! Your bravado is admirable, but we have ever advantage!"

Cleo took a deep breath, looking at Gerasim. Then she shrugged, looking at the door again. "As you wish Pasha. If it means anything to you all, Gerasim regrets your decision," She said, opening the door. Just as it did, a grenade was tossed into the ship. Cleo snatched the grenade out of the air and quickly tossed it back,vanishing behind the lip of the wall just as where she was filled with gunfire. It was short lived however, as the security guards scattered to get away from the explosive. Once it went off, Cleo bolted out of the ship. Get to their ship, take off, escape the station. She could almost hear the sick bass rift as she engaged the first security guard.

It wasn't fair. Her assault on the first guard involved her ripping his rifle away from him and kicking him in the chest hard enough to send him flying. Add in the sickening crunch of bones breaking and what Cleo was capable of became harrowing. She shouldered the rifle with mechanical precision and while the other security were fumbling with their weapons to bring them to bear against the dog woman she had already planted shots into all of them, being sure to shoot Pasha in the legs before tossing the rifle to the side. "I told you. No one had to get hurt," She said, walking down the hall. "Let's go Gerasim! We're burning daylight!" She barked, so casual she even had time to let her hips sway back and forth.

Pasha however laid on the ground, clearly in agonizing pain as he clutched his legs. "YOU BITCH!" He shouted at Cleo as she walked past. "You worthless Daqin bitch dog! This is why we can't trust you or your kind! You're just pathetic slave!" He continued, butCleo didn't pay him any mind.
 
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