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Quietly, she crept out of the room into a dimly lit hallway. Still floating, her perpetual smile hadn't been felt in so long and knew that the weeks of planning for the rescue was well worth the trouble that they were now in. But, Cymbrecia didn't care right now.
She walked towards the galley and buttoned her white shirt until suddenly stopped in her tracks by a shadowy form, silhouetted against the lights over the cargo hatch. Blue eyes looked up to one of Kiryk's friends who was now smiling at her.

"Morning, darlin'. Now that you're warmed up, let's go." Large hands reached out for her and she instinctively dodged backwards. "Come on, you're not the shy type."

"It would be best if you go do your friend that you came with. I'm spoken for." A comment that obviously angered her new guest as his arms lowered slightly.

"Then I'll take him out and you'll have no excuse. How's that?"

"That would be a mistake on your part, since this is my ship," her fear quickly turned to anger as she lowered her right hand to her gunbelt. A motion that he noticed as he stopped his advance.

Cosmo nodded, backing as his green eyes returned to her face. "If that's how you want to play it, then fine." He licked his lips as his gaze carressed her body. "Maybe another time then."

"Don't count on it."

He shrugged and continued backing towards Korentin who emerged from the cargo entrance. "Your loss." Cosmo spun to see the larger medic and shoved him away. A act that started a fight. Cymbrecia quickdrew her pistol, thumbed it to stun and shot the ex-con. Blue pulses that caught him squarely and dropped the murderer to the floor in a heap.

"Throw him in the closet," she directed, referring to the small locker that had been turned into a makeshift cell from time to time.

"Gladly," the six-foot-five crewman crouched, then picked the limp body up and over his shoulders, then turned and walked the troublemaker to his new accommodations. This wasn't how she wanted this trip to go, she thought to herself and noticed someone else's attention as she turned to the galley's door and saw his partner standing there quietly.

"You guys can do whatever you want once we reach Genesia. No questions asked. I just can't have that kind of trouble while we're trying to get there. Understood?"

Brown eyes looked at her quietly as she spoke, then the shorter ship thief nodded and resumed chewing. "Not a problem." He smiled as she reholstered the pistol. "Kiryk told us you had some fire in your veins."

"Apparently Cos took it the wrong way."

Sewer chuckled, "He never was that bright to begin with. Genetics, I imagine."

Cymbrecia nodded and relaxed somewhat, then heard the hurried footsteps coming down the rightmost stair and turned to find Galen emerge, carbine up as he rounded the corner and gazed at her, then to the newest addition. "What's going on, Cymbreci?"

"It's cool. Korentin is taking Cosmo to the locker for me. Had a disagreement as to the sleeping arrangements that turned into a fist fight with Kore. Everything's fine."

He lowered the rifle's barrel from Sewer's chest and nodded. "Okay."

"One word of advice," Sewer added as Cymbrecia turned back to him. "Don't kill Cosmo, he's part of our boss's family which would bring even more heat than just Imperial marshals down on you."

She nodded. "Noted. I suggest you talk to him then when he wakes up."

Yellowed teeth smiled. "I'll try, but you remember that part about him not being that bright?"

"Can't say he wasn't warned," Galen reminded. She knew that the situation could get out of hand quickly if she didn't keep a lid on it. She pushed passed the shorter man and headed to the autochef, then chose a breakfast and waited.

"How much longer 'til we get there, anyway," Sewer inquired as he sat back down to his own meal.

"Twelve hours," Galen informed as he stepped into the galley, rifle resting now against his right side from the short sling wrapped around his shoulder.

It wouldn't be fast enough, she thought.