PreNuTL: Playing Dress-Up

[Herrith]

@Gamov

Alika Kazaczecho, or just Kaz, Ali, or any other combination that people who couldn't pronounce her name chose, laced up the tight Imperial boots, probably a half size too small, up to her shins in a flurry of motion from her fingertips. The armor plate on her sides cut into her ribs at the bent over stance, and the cap sitting in front of her even looked claustrophobic despite being open and around her size. Dammit, why did everything come a size small these days? Better yet, how could people run in this stuff? The armor plates cut into the ribcage and constrict the lungs with every damn breath. Now she just wanted her jacket back.

But this wasn't one of those missions. Some chick she'd known for about two hours had elected the Cap to choose someone for a special surprise mission. Yippe-kriffing-yay. And she happened to be right out the door, so there was that. Go infiltrate a pirate base and steal something useful. Another walk in the park. The pale blondie was here, of course, probably fitting on her own stuff. These pirate chaps probably weren't their size, anyways. Alika sighed as she lifted up her helmet and pulled it over her head, assuming right about the thing feeling claustrophobic. It pinched at her hair and she took it off to brush the stuff out of her eyes and over an ear.

"Ready yet? I wanna get moving before I pass out. At least you look like you fit in that stuff..."

 

[Gamov]

It was generally agreed upon by most that pirates were scum. They lived gritty, nasty lives and made their living by pilfering the hard work of others. Therefore, few raised words of protest when their kind were found dead or went missing. Good riddance to bad rubbish was the typical sentiment. One Anya felt all too happy to oblige today.

Strapping the black leather belt around her waist, she was a little unsettled by just how "natural" she looked in the rough leather coat. While obviously not specifically tailored to her, the ensemble fit her comfortably, and despite the nigh suffocating respirator that pulled the whole look together, she was thankful that it was Alika who had to squeeze herself into the combat armor instead.

Snugging her blaster in the holster at her hip, Anya cut a glib tone. "Look on the bright side, we might get to shoot someone." Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, she let out a steady, albeit no less anxious, breath. "Okay... you know the drill. In and out, no heroics, no improvising. We stick to the plan, and the powers that be willing, we make it out of this alive." Anya stepped onto the confiscated skiff that would carry them the rest of the way to the pirate's base. It was now or never.

"All aboard, Ms. Kazaczecho. Time to earn our keep."

@Herrith

 

[Herrith]

Alika shook her head violently to try and loosen up the helmet over her head but eventually resorted to scratching her scalp, or in this case as close as she could get to it. The armor was rusty, beat-up, uncomfortable, sweaty, and managed to be itchy somehow. The literal worse possible experienced one could have in blast plate. She honestly would have rather worn her padded riding jacket instead of this stuff and find a way to speechcraft her way out of whatever mess they got into. Hah, as though she were good at that kind of stuff. That was what this lady was here for, anyways.

"No heroics? Ah, you're no fun."

Kaz stepped aboard the skiff as the Cap's special lady, Anya Sevchenko, wasted the breath required to pronounce her whole last name. Whoever had thought it was a good idea to create a name that bad had some serious issues. She wasted no more seconds thinking about that random tangent as she picked up the rough blaster rifle that she had stripped from her extremely skinny and possibly borderline anorexic guard and then leaned against the railing, tapping her right hand anxiously on the frame.

"Please, don't waste the time to call me by my full name if I'm about to die. That's three whole syllables too late to save my life. Kaz or Ali work just fine, Lady Sevchenko."

Another smirk found its way onto her face and she looked out past the horizon, waiting for them to get moving.

@Gamov