Owner	Pose
Yondu Udonta	Three days ago: /## INCOMING TRANSMISSION (frequency: ALL) Capital ship AVILA has been destroyed by [CLASSIFIED]. Several components are theoretically intact enough for extraction from coordinates [...] [CLASSIFIED] willing to offer substantial sums of units to any crew able to successfully return one or more of the following ship components: * Navigation Systems * Engineering Logs * Shield Generators * Captain's Footlocker ##/ Now: "I swear upon your mother's carcass that I am going to tear you apart myself if you don't get those grav-locks working!" Yondu yells, floating upside-down in the M-class ship on the edge of an event horizon, about which is scattered the various pieces of the capital ship Avila. "Sorry, cap'n! Sorry!" cries a Ravager, who attempts to choose from among several astro-spanners to smash against a defective generator. "Get. It. Fixed!" Yondu replies. "We sure as hell ain't gonna let any other would-be scrappers get this good haul! And I just know there's one crew of bastards in particular who'll come runnin'..."
Viridian	Viridian was pretty sure they would forgive her for taking off with the ship. Probably. Maybe it was a hijacking. Regardless, she is currently sitting in the pilot's sea,t guiding a junker on an intercept course wich would carry them deep into the middle of the Avila's wreckage. Working furiously a couple of Tori's little robots are manning other consoles. A little boxy one is keeping an eye on the engines for her. This thing is barely flying and it wasn't a couple hours ago before Tori picked it up. There's no way this course of action can go poorly, right? Seeing the craft up ahead Victoria frowns and takes a deep breath. She makes her way through the ship and frowns when she hears a clatter behind a wall panel. A mechanically assisted fist slams into the wall and dents it, shutting up the loose tubing once and for all. "Maaaax," she calls. "Maxwell, love. You're up. There's someone salvaging our haul. I can send you the schematics. Be a dear and get the nav system? I'm already scanning for logs." The girl's hair shifts from turquoise to bubblegum pink. In space Yondu might see the craft from a long ways off. it stops well outside the range of engagement, apparently watching the salvaging. Then a bay opens and something is jettisoned. It is quite small for a spacefaring object, though larger than a person in a suit. This thing is oblong, with flippers and a long dorsal fin on its back. It is also bright pink. A bright pink space dolphin is zooming at impressive speed toward the wreckage on an unerring course. No, really.
Yondu Udonta	The Ravager with the spanners pushes himself off a wall and soars toward the generator, smashing into it. It hums to life. Everyone on the Ravagers' ship falls quickly and violently to the ground with a THUD! Yondu groans and pushes himself to his feet. "You--I--you..." he begins, thrusting a finger in his crewman's face. "Never mind." "Ah, cap'n?" reports the pilot. "I don't know exactly what this is, but it's gotta be snoopin' for the Avila's stuff." "Not if we've got anything to say about it," Yondu replies. "Those scans complete? What're we closest to?" "The engineering logs are probably in that trilithium cluster," replies the co-pilot. "Hmm. Maybe," Yondu replies. "Shield generators are--" begins the co-pilot. "Not interested," Yondu says, before adding, "where's the damn footlocker? It's obvious that's where the real goods are gonna be. Everything else /sounds/ important. This, though? Come on." "It's closer to that space-fish," the co-pilot says. "Well, then," Yondu replies. "Let's go steal the footlocker out from under its snout." The ship's thrusters roar and it begins casting toward the direction of the dolphin and Viridian's ship.
Viridian	Viridian raps her fingers on the console of the flying wreck she absconded with, drumming out the beat to some popular tune. She clocks her tongue against the inside of her mouth, bopping as she returns to her seat. Her legs don't move, settled within the light exoskeletal work frame that the woman has chosen to wear. It doesn't stop her dancing from the waist up. That thick shoulder length hair shifts from pink back to blue as Tori frowns, tilting her head slightly. She glances down at her console. Yondu would probably see this ship as easy pickings. It's a little freighter with no weapons that is obviously in sorry shape. It might be able to run fast enough to ditch mos ships but it isn't going to do anything if it's pinned. You'd have to have the balls of a Celestial to actually bring a ship like this into Ravager territory. The little ship in question jets its engines and begins to circle the wreckage at a rapid clip. Though it's a motion that is nominally lateral to the wreck she could be executing a scan. Or orienting on a piece of loot. Victoria stares at the blip moving toward her and shakes her head slowly. She's frowning at the console as she tilts her head slightly. A beat. "Oh dear," the girl murmurs. "I guess we have company." She almost sounds bored but there's a grin slowly creepping across her face as she jabs at her console. "This is the Xantharian craft the X.S. ...Rosebud! to approaching vessel. You seem to be on a hostile vector. Please blunt your approach. Over." As soon as there's a radio signal Tori is going to focus on the ship. With any luck Yondu might find himself having a bit of... Engine trouble. It might be momentary, but anything to cause a bit of disarray. The dolphin is so tiny that it would be hard to shoot. It is still plenty fast. It continues toward the wreckage. And in the background is playing                  "They're Dolphins, Dolphins in Space!"                 "Flying about protecting the Porpoise race!"
Yondu Udonta	"Gimme the receiver," Yondu says, a crewman slapping a hand-held device into his palm. "Hailing unknown vessel--" he begins. "It's the, uh, 'Rosebud,' sir," the co-pilot offers in correction. Grimacing, Yondu stares at the back of his co-pilot's head for a long moment before speaking again. "Hailing 'Rosebud,'" he says. "You're on my turf now, and I don't much take kindly to trespassers. Who do I have the pleasure of ruining this fine day?" Yondu asks with faux cheer. With the receiver not activated, he casts a thumb toward the back of the ship. "Put on your aero-rig and go huntin' for that footlocker. I do /not/ want our new neighbor gettin' to it first, boys and girls."
Viridian	"Wait, are you Yondu?" The voice that greets the Ravager's ears over the comms is cheerful and excited. Like a teenage girl meeting her favourite star. "Wow! You're famous. Totally big league. Awesome! My name is Tori." The girl should be afraid. Really. Yet she's apparently moderately thrilled. "Trespassing? Gosh, I didn't have any idea! I'm sorry. Should put up a warning beacon or something..." While Tori speaks in that earnest, brilliantly lively voice she has perfected she is digging into Yondu's ship with her mind. Tugging at systems to see which ones aren't being watched so closely. Small malfunctions first, if she gets her way. Then bigger ones. Things to keep Yondu's crew on their toes. Meanwhile, the dolphin, Max, has reached the wreckage. A discrete curring laser fires from the creature's maw when he opens it, slicing away metal to allow easy access to the bounty beneath. This might take a bit. It gives the crewman in question time to catch up, and perhaps interfere. All Max is really doing is clearing the way. Someone had to.
Yondu Udonta	"Girl," Yondu replies, "you're either a genius sweet-talker or a complete moron if you don't know how the business works." Just then, of course, various minor systems begin to flash malfunction alerts. "Damnation!" the pilot says, attempting to re-route computing power accordingly. "Get the techs on that!" Yondu hisses. "Already directin' 'em to it, cap'n. Gonna take some time, though." Yondu throws his receiver at the fuselage wall. "Get me another one," he fumes, palm up and arm outstretched. In space, the Ravager--a large woman with a trio of tentacles braided down the back of her head--nears the area. She has a laser cutter slung over her shoulder, but she reaches instead for a sidearm strapped to her thigh. "Thanks for the heavy lifting," she calls out through the aero-rig's communication system. "I'll take it from here. Literally."
Viridian	The systems don't register any hacking. That would be impossible to hide at this stage but it's more as if the computers were rebelling or there's physical damage to explain the confusion. Malfunctions are locked down and others spring up in their place. The ship flies but maybe not in the way expected of it. Still, the Ravagers are able to restore a semblance of order. Just one more thing to worry about. Tori, meanwhile, replies simply, "Sure I know how the business works. You take the job. You deliver the goods. You get paid." Her voice is a little distant all of the sudden, though she draws a deep breath and leans back in her seat. "There's no reason we can't share the haul. You want the captain's locker, right? I'll let you have it if you let me dig out the nav systems and everything. I already have the logs, so." There's a brief pause as Tori swivels her seat about and looks back through the ship. She's eyeing her skeleton crew of rebuilt maintenance droids. One used to be a glorified water fountain for executive meetings. The girl shakes her head and turns back toward the console. "Oh, Yondu- I um... I feel kind of bad, but... That bot your girl is fully combat ready and if she shoots at it he's going to kill her." Tori sucks in a sharp greath and clicks her tongue. "Pretty please radio that over before she gets herself killed?" The reason that her attention is split might be obvious if one had all the details. A port opens on the dolphin's side while it continues to cut. "Seriously, I don't want anyone to get hurt! We don't have to!"
Yondu Udonta	Snorting, Yondu nearly spits into his comm receiver. "You tryin' to stare me down, girl? You go on and git to your nav systems and charge down the 'bot." He inhales deeply. "My crew know what the deal is. You go out on a job, you do what you need to. 'Least they got the free will to be brave about it." In front of him, the pilot and co-pilot glance at one another out of the corners of their eyes but remain silent. Finally, one of the crew speaks up. "Cap'n ... can't we do this peacefully?" Yondu whistles, and his yaka arrow springs into the air, floating with its point toward the conscientious objector. "Never mind," comes the quiet reply. Outside, the Ravager narrows her eyes at the dolphin. "Easy now," she says. "I'll scorch the paint right off you." Behind her, the Ravagers' ship floats at an odd angle, drifting off with just enough thrust to avoid the pull of the black hole. "Get that damn system back up and runnin'!" Yondu shouts.
Viridian	The dolphin lets out a sad trill. He continues the cutting for now. There's the locker Yondu wanted! Sitting there tucked in a corner of a room that has been cut into yet more pieces. It was put into a heavy duty blastproof safe and so is scraped and battered but nevertheless is fully intact. The dolphin reaches out with a clamp on a long cable. Towing unit? The port along its side widens and then opens fully to allow what appears to be an automatic laser cannon to emerge from the robot's sinuous body. No attempts are made to fire. It is staring down the Ravager beside it, apparently. Meanwhile, Tori's sweet voice greets Yondu's ears. "Stare you down? No way. You're a legend. I was trying to cut a deal. I mean, what's the worst that can happen 'cause you try, right?" Victoria giggles and the sound is likely genuine as she twists in her chair. "You're listing toward the black hole. Engine trouble? Do you need an assist?" Tori might not have enough control to make the ship fall into a black hole- nor does she wish to- but she can make it uncomfortable and rattly. It's a simple dichotomy. Tori is massively outgunned where she is positioned near the ship, and the Ravager sent for the locker is just as badly underarmed. It's probably unfortunate for the underdog in both cases.
Yondu Udonta	Gritting his teeth, Yondu's eyes are wide with rage--not that Viridian can see them. "/Fine/," he says after a long silence. "Get your damn parts already." Changing the frequency, Yondu communicates with his crewman. "Rezu! Stand down. Let that stupid robot carve its way to the navigation systems. We'll take the locker once it's done." "But--sir--I can take this thing." "Do as I say, Rezu. We'll go for the sure thing this time." "Yes. Sir." Rezu's voice is about as anger-filled as Yondu's own. Returning to speak to the other captain, Yondu clears his throat. "Alright. Hurry it up. We ain't got all day. And if you're suggestin' you did somethin' to foul up my craft ... you best hope I never learn 'bout it."
Viridian	"Nope, I'm not suggesting that. I'm suggesting that you are listing 36.2 degrees toward a black hole and I meant it when I said I didn't want you to die," Tori responds, her tone suddenly serious and business-like. "I'll be out of your way in just a minute. I'm tossing you the ship's telemetry data as a parting gift. I'll turn in the captain's logs. You probably won't find either just scanning the wreckage. Standby for transmission." With that the dolphin's clamp hooks into the locker and drags it out into space. The case is then released to float gently to the Ravager who is beside the bot. The laser cannon is stowed and the pink creature floats off to an earby cluster of crushed steel to begin cutting again. It only takes a moment for the nav systems to be uncovered and then hauled back toward the Rosebud. The ship's malfunctions continue but Yondu's crew is able to lock them down finally. That's a stroke of luck. It still doesn't LOOK like a hacking attempt...
Yondu Udonta	Yondu doesn't bother responding, instead joining half of his crew near the airlock for Rezu to return with the footlocker. When it's brought into the ship's artificial atmosphere with a loud K-THUNK, Yondu cackles, rubbing his hands together. "Let's see what we gambled for here, boys and girls..." A slender crew member takes a laser cutter and slices off the lock. The lid is opened up, revealing a stash of what /appears/ to be alien pornography focused entirely on creatures with radial anatomy. "What the...?" someone asks. "Shaddup," Yondu replies. "You know how illegal this stuff is? We're sittin' on a small fortune here! This is the kind of thing Askavarians get exiled for ownin'. And we are gonna be their black market suppliers." Some of the crew smile toothily. Others nod. A few others look really grossed out. Meanwhile, the pilot and co-pilot right the ship, moving back away from Viridian's vessel. "So, cap'n, we gonna take on that other ship out there?" "Ehhh..." Yondu sighs. "Not today. I'm disgusted enough with myself for even lookin' at the cover previews for some of these discs. Someone playin' the game like that needs a soft touch 'fore they feel the knife in their back."
Viridian	Hey, the Rosebud did send over free money in the form of those logs. They all check out. Once the dolphin has hauled in the nav systems the Rosebud pirhouettes, far too nimble for a ship its size and in its condition. It jets away toward the station. "Goodbye, Yondu! Maybe we can work together sometime!" With that Viridian is away, radioing the buyer about the portion of their requested haul she'd found. She doesn't waste any time. The dolphin floats up behind her as if he intends to observe the console where she is working. "Gosh, Max. No. You don't get to pilot. Remember what happened the last time? Just be ready to launch missiles if they come around on us, kay?" The dolphin trills. The station is looming on the sensors. Juliet is ready to dock and call it a day.