woman is a bomb

This is a very private and independent roleplaying blog for an oc based off the TV version of THE EXPANSE. 

This hot lady space disaster has been ruined by me, FRANKENSTEIN. I’m an old lady from the uk who just loves to give life to fictional characters. So, please have a look through my doc, and maybe consider loving my hot space disaster as much as I do.

here are a few titbits to take into account before interacting with SAKU.

1. ) This blog is mostly TV CANON as I have not read the books. Any book canon that gets dropped in on my end will be from a wiki for now.

2. )  Saku is part Martian and part Belter ( controversial, i’m sure. ), but her ethnicity is also Asian rooted, specifically Japanese.  

3. )  I do not and will not be using icons because I don’t care it. It’s time consuming and tedious as heck, so no thank you. All of my partners are more than welcome to use icons if they prefer. My general fc for SAKU is ERIKA SAWAJIRI  :    img link.

4. ) We shall not be tolerating any muse gender discrimination here. If you don’t like female muses, especially female oc muses, whom, god forbid, are sexually active. Please just go away, yeah? Don’t waste your time being an ass.

5. )  MUN NOTE:   I suffer from a condition known as PCOS. I’m not going to go into great deal about it. But how this might effect me as a member of the rp  is that I have a crazy hormone imbalance. I can have irrational mood swings, anxiety, depression, and it also effects my memory a great deal too as well as my energy levels, which can be all over the place. So, please forgive me if I forget something about your muse or I miss a thread or I ignore your im. It’s tough to tell how my day will pan out emotionally and mentally from the get go. I’m on unregulated meds as well as a lot of vitamins, but none of those are to treat the mental and emotional side-effects of pcos. There is no official treatment for my condition at present.

more information can be found here on my   DOC.  I can’t wait to write with you all!

One word, one person, and the exasperated look upon her face says it all. “Amos happened.” The bar had been a dive when they arrived to get some drinks, but then some guys from Black Sky were foolish enough to poke the bear, and the bear retaliated, hence why the bar now looked a lot worse. Lights have been smashed, tables and chairs broken. Saku herself is sporting a bloody nose from a stray fist. She could have effectively participated in the fight, but she has no desire to go rattling Black Sky without good reason.

“It got pretty ugly.” She says, sitting on the nearby remains of a chair with a tired sigh, knees collapsed together. “The Black Sky boys scattered. Then Alex made off with Amos back to your ship; his face was pretty messed up. Dem left me here to clean up the mess. Charming guys, eh?” There’s also a matter of payment for damages. Saku is pretty certain the Rocinante crew aren’t rolling in it, and she isn’t either. So, what are they gonna do about that? Her gaze settles on Holden, hoping he might pick up that they will probably have to make a run for it.

@galacticblast​​ : cont. 

𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓  𝐀  𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑;  could  never  pretend  to  be.  Could  never  pretend  to  know  their  real  fight,  their  struggles  ——  hell,  he’d  been  a  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓’𝐕𝐄  that  for  longer’n  he  cares  to  remember.  But  he’s  rogue  now,  has  been  for  years  ——  and  though  his  ties  with  Johnson  are  loose  at  best,  he’s  made  clear  what  side  he’s  been  on  since  Eros.  

The  frigate’s  hauled  to  low  thrust  under  the  assault,  environ  kicked  on  so  there’s  oxygen  but  they’re  floating  at  about  a  quarter  g;  enough  to  be  comfortable  for  those  born  in  low  gravity,  but  god,  even  after  so  many  years  he  feelings  fuckin’  sluggish.  ❝  No  shit.  They  got  two  interests,  and  both  of  them  are  saving  their  own  hides.  ❞  

The  sealant  hisses,  does  its  job,  and  he  grits  his  teeth  as  another  shudder  echoes  through  the  floor  of  the  ship.  It  does  little  to  settle  his  nerves,  because  this  fight’s  gonna  end  up  bloody  and  he  knows  all  too  well  what’s  waiting  somewhere  on  this  ship.  

She  gets  up,  though,  and  it’s  with  a  brow-wrinkled  look  of  concern  for  his  part  that  he  doesn’t  mask  entirely,  but  he  lets  his  attention  turn  down  the  hall;  the  broken  detonator  is  plucked  up  off  the  floor  with  a  curse,  and  stuffed  aside  in  a  pouch  for  later.

He’s  moving,  then,  though;  a  little  gaggle  of  civilians  rounds  a  corridor  in  a  rush,  and  he  steps  out,  catching  a  frightened  man  by  the  arm;  there’s  a  hushed  argument,  and  he  ushers  them  into  a  foyer  that  directs  back  to  the  evacuation  ship;  his  gaze  lingers  after  them  for  a  moment,  a  tight  swallow  there.  ❝  Mi  sasa,  ❞  he  mutters  ——    I  know  ——  half  under  his  breath,  a  tight  sound  in  his  throat,  some  kind  of  ——  resignation?  There’s  gonna  be  casualties,  and  he  can’t  save  them  all,  but  there’s  a  worse  fate  if  what’s  on  this  ship  gets  out.  

His  jaw  sets,  and  he  juts  his  chin,  gesturing  her  on.  He  spent  a  hell  of  a  long  time  in  the  UNN;  he  knows  Martian  ships  well  enough.  ❝  This  is  a  Corvette  class.  Should  be  a  hallway  up  to  the  cargo  bay  ahead.  Then  through  engineering,  storage,  then  the  reactor.  They’ll  have  most  their  guards  there  if  they’re  smart.  Be  ready.  ❞

On a better day, she might stop to help fleeing civilians, make sure they and theirs get to a safe place. But nothing went as planned as soon as they resurfaced from planting her bomb on the lower levels. Why did they wait so long, though? That’s what gets her. A sneaking suspicion creeps into the cracks of her mind that there’s a setup here somewhere. Unfortunately, they don’t have a second to think about it.

“Silly man, I know Martian ships. This ain’t my first rodeo. We are more than prepared for whatever they gonna throw at us.” That’s why Saku was hired, after all. Fred had wanted an explosion and elimination, and he was going to get more than he bargained for. She has little love for the Martian’s aboard, having spent years under their boot and years having them reject her, take from her. This is why Saku doesn’t think twice about shooting an unarmed officer when he appears at the cargo bay door, the place they need to go. One-shot through the skull, he’s gone. A flicker of remorse passes through her, but she pushes it down and moves on.

It’s noticeably quieter as they tread into cargo. That’s not unusual given the current situation; she doesn’t want to take chances, though. “Orbas front and centre. Don’t need you dyin’ on me too quick.” Especially if they were to avoid more deaths. He’s big; she isn’t. Her best option, if alone, would be to blast her way out once done, which almost certainly means more loss than necessary. But with Steve, the survival rates of others becomes much higher.

The two of them exit cargo without any encounters, only to walk into one right away. Martian guns are pointed at them immediately. Saku elbows Steve back into cargo momentarily, throwing what she calls a ‘charge’ down the hallway. A few seemingly long seconds pass before it goes off, electrocuting the soldiers with a non-fatal blast.

“Come on, we almost there now.” She’s on the move again into engineering, silent and fast on her feet despite an injury. It won’t be long before the blood loss catches up with her, and she needs to utilise this adrenaline boost to its fullest. Steve seems like a decent guy, but Saku doesn’t want his hands on her charges. They aren’t that friendly as of yet. Maybe if they get out of this in one piece, she can buy him a drink to decide whether he can use one of them in the future. Undoubtedly, the man is owed one after their little misadventure.

The surrounding sounds are muffled. Saku can vaguely hear civilians shouting, the sound of gunfire, and the rich, warm sound of Steve’s voice. He’s a lifesaver. If it wasn’t for the latter, she might well have stayed down and died an easy death. But the reaper won’t have her today. Not while there is still a job to do.

“I’m fine. Stop looking at me like dat.” Like I’m already gone. She sits up among the chaos, groaning instantaneously when her eyes land upon the destroyed detonator. Now the bomb would have to be detonated manually rather than remotely, which was not going to be easy since the local thugs appeared to have it in for them. “M’beginning to think we were sold out. Bet it was that board dealer. He looked like a pussy. Last time I trust de Black Market.” A lie, but she needed to tell herself otherwise as a distraction from the pain in her side. The Black Market was far too valuable for Saku to walk away from anytime soon. Where else would she get specialised parts?

Wincing, Saku stands to her feet and reaches for the sealant pack she had stuffed into Steve’s satchel before they departed from the ship. It will have to do, for now, they can’t walk away from what was supposed to be a quiet job, and maybe they won’t walk away at all. But if there’s protomolocule being hidden here on this Martian frigate that they can blow into dust with a controlled explosion, then perhaps death will come for her after all. That’s okay; Saku accepts the possibility with every single mission she takes.

The sealant stings. The empty tube is quickly tossed aside with a hint of venom; she hates using them. “Let’s go, Big Boy. This bomb ain’t gonna explode itself no more.” It’s difficult to move at first.  The blood loss is more noticeable than she had hoped. But Saku finds her stride soon enough, and a gun is back in her hand, ready to mow down anyone who gets in the way of their destination.

“Be ready to crack some skulls, eh? We still got a ways to go.”