#spaceconvict

Eat up Covineer Fans.

Especially you @acephoric :3

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The situation was shit and Jack was tired of being stuck in the middle of Achaius and Gwen. "Maybe we should just hire a real engineer." Jack suggested as Gwen looked over his work and tried to figure out where they went wrong, she was chewing at her lip enough to draw a neon purplish colored blood and this intrigued Jack. Achaius shoved her abruptly, knocking her out of thought and hollered. "I am a real engineer mate and if ye' don't fancy how I make me plans, then get the fuck out yeah?" She glared, her eyes growing dark as she spat at Achaius right behind Gwen's back who was hunched over the terminal. "Fuck you you shitty accented fuck! You couldn't bypass the lock and now we're fucking stuck in this cell and we can't get the hell out with the credits. If you had transferred them correctly, we could be out of here with the crates and the fucking mercenaries wouldn't be on our asses right now!" Her vocals cords were raw and she had screamed enough for everyone in the room. Achaius drew back and paced, he looked pissed and this was the first time Jack had ever wondered if he'd hit her--if the douche bag tried she snap his neck in half.

A small ping came from Gwen's end and the doors slid open. "We're free." She looked over her shoulder and her long blonde hair draped over her shoulder as her big eyes watched the two of them. Jack was stunned, looking from Gwen to Achaius to the door. "What's--how'd you do that?" Gwen casually smiled, holding up two fingers gesturing a 'peace sign'. Achaius gave a smug look and cocked his head towards her, "Tha's my lass, alwa's knowin' jus' what to do yeah?" Jack sneered, she was getting really fucking tired of this guy and his remarks. Who the fuck did Achaius think he was? Some bloke who used people, pretended like he was the shit only to get called out and spat at people? Jack formed a fist, clenching tightly until the ink on her knuckles were bright and stood out on her pale skin. "Fuck this, and fuck you! You hadn't done shit so far and left it all up entirely to me and Gwen, I've had it!" She hollered, loud enough to attract attention, Jack swung back her arm and slugged him across the face, shoving him back as he hit the metal wall behind with a loud thud. Gwen stopped in her tracks and held out her hands in front of her frantically as Jack advanced on him. "N-N-No Jack don't--" She was cut off when Jack held up her hand, shimmering blue as her biotics was used to hold Gwen still, forcefully tossing her towards the side, Achaius getting to his feet, holding his nose as red droplets of blood fell to his feet. He looked up at Jack and she growled a feral tone, alerting him. "You're done."

"Oi' ye' really think it's jus' tha' easy darlin'? No." Achaius stood up, hovering over Jack, his facial expression unchanging and keeping that stupid grin. "See, Gwenie here had devised a plan all tha' long. Leave you, waste of inked flesh on this ship while we make our way off to tha' shuttle and haul ass away from here. Ye' was jus' the muscle, keepin' us outta trouble as we fucked our way aroun' here." Achaius swayed as he stood there, streaks of blood dribbling down his chin. "I suspect you already knew that. Ye' knew we wouldn' wait 'round for no twat while she desperately clings onto lil' ol' Gwenie for support. Ye' knew she wouldn' stand it for much longer and tha's why ye' havin' trouble leavin' this here ship cos' ye' know tha' truth love." Her heart stopped, sinking. She could feel tremors in her gut. He was right, from the start she knew Gwen was using her. Jack was just a deploy, a stupid little thing in her plan and she went along with it for what? Because she wanted a cut of the profit? Hell naw she was lonely and desperate for affection. The fucker was right and she was just sitting here as if nothing bad was going to happen. Jack's eyes lowered, staring at the blood across the floor as Achaius' voice seemed to lower in volume and become in-distinctive. Her throat was dry and her body felt weak.

[waits for inappropriate and unnecessary comment involving Achaius.]