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Space is a vacuum. Lara knew this to be true. Despite that truth, the bounty huntress found no excuse for it to SUCK. Stuck in a ship for three weeks can do stuff to people, especially people who don't have Jetflix and are dying to known what happens to Bojack Norseman and the rest of the Valhollywoo gang. Despite this creeping boredom, Lara found a few choice ways to occupy herself, currently her favorite was climbing around the ventilation.
Despite the cramped structure of the ship a strange design choice was made to make must of the vents human sized, either this was to make them easy to maintain or perhaps the maker just really liked heist movies. Either way the tubes provided a much needed sense of privacy and lovely napping spots for many weeks. While this act annoyed some, others found it mildly amusing to hear calls for dinner followed by excited metallic shuffling up above. Most everyone found it amusing when she crashed through onto the mess one night, everyone except the captain. Now Lara isn't allowed up there anymore.
This setback for the bored Lara hardly mattered in the end as they grew close to their destination. From the three sentences of the dossier that Lara bothered to read, their mission would involve a large space battle and then a boarding action where many shots would be fired into people with families and friends. After these people are turned into burning husks, they were supposed to capture some people and make sure they were dead...no wait...alive...yeah that one.
Mildly confident in her grasp on the plan, Lara grabbed her dossier and promptly threw it across her cramped quarters as she grabbed the things hidden underneath. Putting on her coat and equipping her grappling guns, Lara moved to the armory where her weapons were being held. This was a formality laid out especially for Lara as her behavior was deemed in the captain's words 'stupid' and he didn't want to lose sleep wondering what Lara could do with a smoke screamer in a vent in the middle of space where no one could hear you scream except when you're a smoke screamer apparently.
Having gotten her things, Lara made her way to the bridge to reveal the battle just now starting. Ships exploded as flashes of red, blue, and green, filled the black nebula with beautiful color. It was quite captivating, but Lara was pulled away by need of a small brief before the trio set aside for this task would be shot in individual boarding ships to make landing and get this party started. She was told they were being put in separate pods as there was only a 66% chance of them landing safely so it was somewhat likely that one of them would explode before they even got to the ship. Lara cursed herself for failing to update her will, but then reminded herself she had no money, no family, and fewer friends.
Thoroughly depressed, Lara looked over at her comrades and gave a warm smiling to hide the crippling emotional debt her personality economy would soon be unable to pay interest on. Luckily she had a strong credit rating and could continue to get emotional loans through drugs and alcohol indefinitely. So yeah everything was gonna work out. Brief finished as the boring guy stopped saying his dumb words and Lara cheered,
"Let's go do the thing!"
with that the trio was ushered to their pods and aimed kinda where their target was. The targeting guy was supposedly trained for this, but he just flubbed the homework and slept with the teacher so it was a crapshoot. Actually the re-purposed tubes they were in were once for ships sewage so it was literally a crapshoot. Now to see what would happen once shit hit the fan, Lara tensed in excitement as she felt the call of the void.
"Ain't no party like a boarding party cause a boarding party don't stop!" she said on repeat as she flew past bafflingly fast fighters, bombers, and huge corvettes all dueling for control of the endless black of space. As she approached the ship before her Lara smiled, "Guess I'm one of the lucky 66%!" she exclaimed as she smashed into the ships window.
Despite the cramped structure of the ship a strange design choice was made to make must of the vents human sized, either this was to make them easy to maintain or perhaps the maker just really liked heist movies. Either way the tubes provided a much needed sense of privacy and lovely napping spots for many weeks. While this act annoyed some, others found it mildly amusing to hear calls for dinner followed by excited metallic shuffling up above. Most everyone found it amusing when she crashed through onto the mess one night, everyone except the captain. Now Lara isn't allowed up there anymore.
This setback for the bored Lara hardly mattered in the end as they grew close to their destination. From the three sentences of the dossier that Lara bothered to read, their mission would involve a large space battle and then a boarding action where many shots would be fired into people with families and friends. After these people are turned into burning husks, they were supposed to capture some people and make sure they were dead...no wait...alive...yeah that one.
Mildly confident in her grasp on the plan, Lara grabbed her dossier and promptly threw it across her cramped quarters as she grabbed the things hidden underneath. Putting on her coat and equipping her grappling guns, Lara moved to the armory where her weapons were being held. This was a formality laid out especially for Lara as her behavior was deemed in the captain's words 'stupid' and he didn't want to lose sleep wondering what Lara could do with a smoke screamer in a vent in the middle of space where no one could hear you scream except when you're a smoke screamer apparently.
Having gotten her things, Lara made her way to the bridge to reveal the battle just now starting. Ships exploded as flashes of red, blue, and green, filled the black nebula with beautiful color. It was quite captivating, but Lara was pulled away by need of a small brief before the trio set aside for this task would be shot in individual boarding ships to make landing and get this party started. She was told they were being put in separate pods as there was only a 66% chance of them landing safely so it was somewhat likely that one of them would explode before they even got to the ship. Lara cursed herself for failing to update her will, but then reminded herself she had no money, no family, and fewer friends.
Thoroughly depressed, Lara looked over at her comrades and gave a warm smiling to hide the crippling emotional debt her personality economy would soon be unable to pay interest on. Luckily she had a strong credit rating and could continue to get emotional loans through drugs and alcohol indefinitely. So yeah everything was gonna work out. Brief finished as the boring guy stopped saying his dumb words and Lara cheered,
"Let's go do the thing!"
with that the trio was ushered to their pods and aimed kinda where their target was. The targeting guy was supposedly trained for this, but he just flubbed the homework and slept with the teacher so it was a crapshoot. Actually the re-purposed tubes they were in were once for ships sewage so it was literally a crapshoot. Now to see what would happen once shit hit the fan, Lara tensed in excitement as she felt the call of the void.
"Ain't no party like a boarding party cause a boarding party don't stop!" she said on repeat as she flew past bafflingly fast fighters, bombers, and huge corvettes all dueling for control of the endless black of space. As she approached the ship before her Lara smiled, "Guess I'm one of the lucky 66%!" she exclaimed as she smashed into the ships window.