Madadric Stalks into the small docking field where his transport back to Clay's ship awaits, and heads matter-of-factly to the compact craft of human design.
From the outside, it looks exactly like what it is. A surface-to-orbit shuttle, capacity 6 people, little to no armament. No creature comforts. The outside of the ship shows months or re-entry scorching on the underside pamels, obviously near the end of their rotation.
The Mercenary quickly stomps up the gangway to the airlock, punches in the code, and enters, his hand on the hilt of his NeoDamascus blade.
When he's entered the cramped walkway that connects the cockpit, infirmary, bunks, and other small rooms, and noted that the ship is secure, he relaxes, and even manages a smile for the small Freyan girl as she pokes her head out of the infirmiry. "How'd it go? no bumps?" he asks, walking quickly down the corridoor.
"No, sir. it was just as you said. I wasn't quite sure what you'd need the infirmiry for, so i just prepared general equipment and routines for the mediunit."
"That's fine, kid. That should be all i need, some of the basic surgery routines, wrapping, skingel, painkillers...The computer will tell us what we need."
Mad lays the unconscious boy out on the mediunit bed, and begins stripping him down. "And please don't call me sir, even if i am your client. Here, help me with this sleeve."
Luci gingerly helps take off the boy's clothes, pointedly not looking below his waist, which brings a bemused smile to Mad's lips. Once the injured boy is naked, they strap him down to the sickbed, and mad activates the MediUnit. the device whirrs to life, humming as it scans the body and coallates a health report. The 3 things it notes are the missing limb and resultant wound, and the large amount of tranquilizers in his bloodstream, along with noticable amounts of alcohol.
"damn, this kid's young to be putting away that much booze," mad mutters as he makes the recommended selections on the display screen.
"There, it'll fix him up while we get the hell offa this hole. Which i'll need your help to do. Iv'e only had very basic pilot training."
The girl nods, looking at the face of the young man on the table as she habitually folds his clothes and puts them in a nearby locker, placing a strange watch-thing and a small flask on top of them. "that boy...isn't he..."
"Jaeron Rand? Yeah. I was paid to make it look like he was killed on this planet, but to actually smuggle him off. as a part of my crew, you get a cut, say, 20% to start with? i still have other partners to share with first."
As the two leave the infirmiry and head tto the small cockpit, the girl asks another question. "um...how much is that?"
Mad laughs. "Enough, it's enough."
Upon seating themselves in the cockpit, and familiarizing themselves with the controls, they find that there isn't much to do, the ship has good stealth, which mad had paid through the nose for, and a state-of-the-art autopilot AI, all mad had to do was tell it where to go. he punched in the first set of co-ordinates, in orbit, where he could contact Clay and go from there.
"well, Kid, lets get the hell out of here!" Genuinely in good spirits, he grins at the alien girl, who can't help but grin back.
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