driftfleet | 2 - WITNESS ME, FLEET

Who: Nux and the poor, poor SS Red Fish
Broadcast: FLEETWIDE
Action: On the bridge of the Red Fish
When: August 1st, immediately following the shuffle

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[A few people had told Nux that he would be placed on a ship soon, but he's still not prepared for it when he's suddenly plucked from the Marsiva to arrive in some other place with music in his ears and something soft and fluffy -- paper, he realizes -- showering over him. Some had told him that he would get a chance to drive it, but that doesn't in any way dampen the overwhelming rush of excitement he feels when he realizes that the room has a windshield, looking out over an expanse of sand, and a driver's seat, and a set of controls he realizes he knows how to use.

He doesn't even notice the chocolate.

A few minutes later, there's a loud whoop from the bridge, and suddenly the Red Fish goes rocketing forward and into the air, soaring away from the planet at top speed.]

[Video]

[Furiosa! he realizes belatedly. If she doesn't know about this, she needs to. If she does, then why didn't she tell him??? Either way, he fumbles his communicator out of his utility belt with one hand, slaps it on the dashboard, and switches it on, broadcasting fleetwide. He grabs the controls with both hands and whoops again.]

Imperator Furiosa! Furiosa! Have you seen this? This is way shinier than a war rig!

[He laughs manically, eyes gleaming bright as the blue sky starts to dissipate into night in front of him. The ship kicks just a little faster as the fuel starts to burn away.]

I am the man who grabs the sun!

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[meanwhile, on the SS Red Fish... who's flying this thing??

Zhas pitches out of the armory, scrambling to remain upright even as the rest of the ship practically tilts into vertical ascension. he goes sliding back several feet before he thinks to catch hold of a doorframe on his way down. whatever this is, it better be a punchable problem and not just their ship's computer suddenly going haywire for the ratings.

he twists to try and count any crew he can see--but his hand slips and he goes sliding further, knocking into someone on the way.]

[The sudden incline of the ship had her off-guard, she stumbled and fell. She grabs for a handhold along the wall and pulls herself back upright. Then Zhas slams into her. And since he outweighs her by plenty, she loses her hold and starts tumbling back again. Instinct has her grabbing for purchase, but the most solid thing within reach is him.]

[being grabbed at warrants and angry grunt, twisting to try and elbow whatever it is in the head--he's got just enough clearance to see the mess of red hair before he slams into the wall.

they're just a couple feet away from the door to the cargo bay. his feet might be on the floor. there's a lot of red hair in his face and he's not having it.]

[She's blinded by her own hair, falling out of control, and then she's hit in the face. It drives a pained grunt out of her, and she's had just about enough of this.]

Damn it, Zhas, stop!

[She shoves at her hair, trying to clear it out of the way. He's pinning some ice it to her, so it pulls unpleasantly. What a mess.]

Who's flying the ship.

[he probably meant to say, "I'm sorry I elbowed you, this is terribly awkward", but you know how these things go. he tries to find her shoulders to push her away from him... maybe accidentally grabbing a little closer to something that's not her shoulder than anyone wanted.

but hey, he watches Coil clamber up to the bridge, all the way across the hall--and can at least shove Syeira over enough to get her out of his face.]

Obviously not me-

[She makes another annoyed pain-face, because you do not push on that part of her that is totally not her shoulder. That hurts.]

so stop -Ow!- beating me up!

[And then he shoves her and she shoves him right back. It's like the worst game of twister ever. And then she feels a tug and she stops shoving, and instead grabs onto his shoulders and tries to hold him still.]

Stop! Stop stop! I'm caught on you.

[The grommet of her swim outfit top has found a nice place to get hooked onto his shoulder holster. It would be...embarrassing at least if they kept trying to forcibly pull away from each other.]

[it sure would be. that stops him from trying to shove her, even if he knocks his head back into the wall with an non-directed snarl instead.

this is stupid. what is Coil doing? what's going on up there?]

[That's better. She shoves her hair back behind her head, finally getting it out of both their ways. And then she has to tuck her head all the way down so she can see the problem.]

Okay, just... Hold still.

[This is

very awkward. She has to pull herself closer, and lift herself up a little higher to get some leverage on this. But then she can't see what she's doing, and has to go blind. Good thing she has some deft hands. Well, hand. The other is holding him still and her up.]

I'll have us free in a second.

[well, this.

is not the worst day of his life.

but he is reassessing whether or not he should let her continue to live.

their ship is still pretty steeply angled. maybe they'll crash into something, like a sun or an asteroid, before there's the chance for this to really set in and cause him distress for the rest of his natural life. that would be nice.]

[Hey, this is at least half his fault. She's not any more comfortable with it than he is. And he's not the one who got basically trampled on, hit in the face, and potentially might get exposed because someone couldn't stop flailing.]

Almost...got it.

[She bends her knee up, pushes on the ball of her foot to sort of, arch her back just a little bit this way. And then the pressure gives. Thank the Gods.]

There!

[maybe he should just kill everyone. maybe that's the way to--

oh, they're free. he tries to shoulder out from under her with a frustrated hiss, until something changes and there's a strange pressure right behind his eyes; the hull is leveling out, at least enough for him to be certain that he's finally standing rather than lying.

okay, come on. enough of this-- he shoves the last minute of nonsense behind him and looks back up at the bridge doorway, where Coil has by now disappeared. he nods in that direction, trying to get Syeira to go up that way too.]

[Lucky him, being able to just put away what they just had to go through. She has a nice set of reminders. But the aches in her back, and the fact that she can feel her cheekbone starting to swell where he'd elbowed her, are actually a good incentive to put it aside and find out what is going on.

She's on her feet quickly and nods at his indication. No sense waiting around here. She starts running.]

Right. Let's go.

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