With Blood On His Hands

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Location: IC The Roisin Dubh. OC York.

Character name: Det McNally

Post Thu Nov 02, 2017 11:16 pm

With Blood On His Hands

The rain had eased off as Det stepped down from the ramp of the Roisin. His fists were clenched tightly when he looked across to the Pretty Witch. What had Mei called it? Fuchsia? ‘It looks pink to me,’ he muttered to the damp air, striding out and slowly circling the shuttle.

After the battle of the spaceport he had recovered enough to fly it back himself, along with Mei’s body in an hermetically sealed coffin while Renfield had drawn the short straw to fly the Black Betty back carrying the rest of the crew. Touching down, Det had the ground crew quickly remove the coffin to load onto the Roisin as he disembarked and locked down the pink shuttle. He had then retired to his cabin almost immediately, to recover, recuperate and to take stock. He slept little, unable to escape the memory of Mei when he had found her in the dark, seeing her face every time he closed his eyes, and in the end descending to the cargo bay to punch bag. As the rest of his crew began move around the ship he returned to the flight-deck and sent a wave to the local ‘Cranberry’ command post requesting assistance, dropping Nechayev’s name for effect.

Now, as the rain fully abated, several ground crew and a handful of red-bereted ‘Cranberries’, one with sergeant's chevrons, appeared. A Sergeant stepped forward and asked, ‘Are you McNally?’

Det stared at the NCO for a moment, saying nothing, then, eventually, nodding. ‘Captain McNally.’

The Sergeant stiffened slightly. ‘Sorry, Captain McNally, you needed help?’

Det nodded again and jabbed a finger at the Pretty Witch. ‘I need that shuttle repainted.’

The Sergeant chuckled. ‘Sure, what would you prefer, some hot-rod red?’

Det fixed her with cold, hard glower. ‘No,’ he muttered finally. ‘Black… paint it black.’ He turned and strode back towards the Firefly. ‘And paint out the name,’ he called over his shoulder.

The Sergeant breathed out and regained her composure, turning to her subordinates. ‘Okay sweethearts, let’s get this shuttle prepped and painted for the good Captain. They ain’t payin’ us by the hour, let’s go people, let’s go!’
Captain Det McNally
‘If you can’t do somethin’ smart, do somethin’ right... if you can’t do somethin’ right, do somethin’!’
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Post Tue Nov 14, 2017 11:01 pm

Re: With Blood On His Hands

Sherman awoke from his restless slumber to the sound of rain bouncing off the hull. He'd been replaying the events of the previous few days, trying to see where his normal vigilance had dropped below his high standards. Mei was not part of the contract, he had come to terms with that. And it was not his job to look out for every member of the crew. But what if it had been Rayne?

That's the thought that stuck in his head.

What if it had been Rayne?

He'd have been taken back to Shepherds Mission to the Church of Santa Ria, tried, punished, and probably sentenced to hard labour for the rest of his life.

Shaking his groggy head he made his way slowly down towards the cargo bay. His injuries were still raw from the fighting and necessitated the use of a crutch to wander around. His upper body was a mass of bandages, covering his torso, left arm and the left side of his face. It didn't stop him from carrying an shotgun slung over his shoulder though. By the time he got down there the rain had stopped, and he saw McNally directing a group of locals to paint the pink shuttle that belonged to Mei. He waited until McNally was closer before smiling at him.

"Morning Captain, what's the news? The locals fixing to paint the shuttle?"

The thought came back to him, and his smile dropped.

What if it had been Rayne?
Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.
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Post Wed Dec 13, 2017 8:48 pm

Re: With Blood On His Hands

Det regarded Sherman with a slight frown. 'Cranberries're doin' me a favour,' he said finally. 'An' the news is we're not leavin' right away. I'm fixin' to put us at the disposal of Nechayev and her Commonwealth so we can help straighten this place up, 'fore we break atmo and make some money.' He shrugged slightly. 'Figure there's no harm in being in the Admiral's good books.' He had noted the young man's smile fade. 'And thanks,' he said softly. 'You and Rayne both. I'm glad you were backin' me on this one.'
Captain Det McNally
‘If you can’t do somethin’ smart, do somethin’ right... if you can’t do somethin’ right, do somethin’!’

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