Location: Jenny Wren, Cockpit
Low watched as Ellie stalked off, he knew better than to follow her when she got real quiet like that. Had sort of a look to her that just said, 'dont'. He closed his eyes for a moment, and turned back to the windows. He sat there for some time contemplating things as time ticked by, another burn which would use up the majority of their fuel, they would have enough to land, barely. He shook his head, "Never should have worked for those bastards." he muttered to himself. "I know they were trouble from the get go."
Not too terribly long ago on the planet Greenleaf...
Low stumbled down the stairs to the bar, he could feel the effects of a long night of drinking still toying with his senses. It had been a long and exciting evening which included at least one good brawl. He didn't feel that much at the time but it certainly was getting his attention now. His ribs were tender, and his face felt a bit swollen. "Leaving so soon?" a voice called quietly from the top of the stairs.
Turning back to stare up the stairs, he spotted one of the ladies of the house who was still scantly clad. "Time for me to go." he said, his speech was still a bit slurred.
"Its the middle of the night, you can't go!" she said sternly.
"Never-the-less, my ship leaves bright and early and I've got to be on it!" he said tipping his hat and nearly falling over for the efforts. "Thank you for a lovely evening." he said after composing himself.
She watched him head for the door, and just as he was about to step through the swinging doors two men appeared and pushed there way into the room, slowly pushing Low back into the room, both had stern expressions. "Not so fast." one of the two said.
"You didn't pay up boy!" another man said, his voice sounded raspy as he too entered slowly through the doors. And far too dramatically for Low's liking.
"No one said I had to pay. She offered to let me stay with her after defending her honor!" Low said waving up at the woman who was watching them from the top of the stairs. "Did ya hon?" Low didn't expect the incoming fist, and even if he was sober he wasn't sure he could have dodged it anyhow. He spun around, and while he physically stopped the room continued to spin as he fell back into the two large men behind him. He could feel them rummaging through his things.
"He ain't got nothing boss." the man on his right said.
"Spent it all last night." Low spat slowly pulling himself upright with a bit of help from the two gorilla's holding him in place.
The man looked him up and down, the smiled. "Take his guns!"
Faster than the man could blink a pistol was leveled between his eyes. "Nope!" Low stuttered.
"What do you mean nope!" the man asked.
"I Don't believe I stuttered." Low said with a smile. "Nope, your not taking my guns."
The man burst into laughter as did his two friends, and it went on for a long moment. Finally composing himself he looked Low straight in the eyes. "Get that gun out of my face boy, do you know who I am?"
"Nope, not a clue. Take a few steps back if you know what's good for you!" Low said, the slur slipping from his speech, and an all too serious tone replacing it. "You'll be a lead cushion otherwise."
"A lead cushion..." the man burst out laughing again. "Kill him!" he said suddenly with all seriousness.
Low didn't skip a beat, rolling away from the two large men behind him, his first round found its target in the thigh of the one that was previously on his right as that was the direction of his spin, he had to duck the other as he swung a massive knife, his second round found its purchase on the guys bicep wielding the knife, and then leveled between the mans eyes who instructed them to assault him. He blinked a couple of times noting he was standing there still unarmed, staring back with a smile.
"Very good." the man said, "Very well done indeed. I've seen Linus here cleave a mans head clean off with one swing of that thing. You've got a pair, that's for certain. I could use someone with your talents." he said frowning as he looked at the two stricken men who were in considerable pain. "Back to the house with ya, get those wounds fixed up!" he said jerking a thumb back towards the door.
"Work for you? Your an asshole, why would I work for someone who blatantly holds life in such regard! Hell no!" he said lowering his weapon. "I just want to move on... crap!" he said noting the time. "You bastards made me miss my flight!"
"Okay, let me rephrase that, you'll start in two days or I'm afraid you'll not like the alternative. No one turns us down I'm afraid, besides the pay is good and the rules are lax. Come check us out tomorrow, I'll show you around the business, acquaint you with the rules. You've got a debt to work off anyhow, and if you come work for us we can take care of that for you in short order."
Low slowly slipped the his revolver back into its holster. "Guess I don't have much choice."
"Oh you certainly do, you could make a lead cushion out of me as you put it, and then run. But believe when they send the enforcers you wont get far." he said offering a smile. "Besides what have you got to loose Liam, your broke twice over, you owe money to a few rough customers." he held up a hand. "Yes I know who you are."
"You set me up?" Low asked, his cheeks flushing red with anger.
The man shook his head, "You could look at it that way or... you could call it aggressive recruiting!" he shrugged. "Its a win, win either way." the man turned and started to pass through the doors but stopped. "Miller & Lowery, that's were your meeting me. Tomorrow first thing, don't show up and the dog's will be coming."
"Thought you said I didn't start for two days?" Low said.
"You don't, just be there!" he said and disappeared into the night leaving low standing there to ponder.
"Your screwed, in more ways than one. Might as well come back up!" the woman said at the top of the stairs. "Still have a few hours." she said as she too disappeared back into the room. He shrugged and headed back up the stairs, a lot more sober than he had been but just as jaded.
Back to the future we go, a short distance from the Planet Harvest.
The blue and green marble that made up the planet Harvest loomed in the distance, but it was coming fast. Soon they would put into orbit then down to the planet they would go. Low stood near the front of the cockpit drinking from a mug of steaming liquid. Low always thought on of the best parts about flying around the galaxy in a space ship was this right here. Approaching a planet, starting out as a pin prick in the black verse to something amazing, and this was no different.
The Marble of a planet grew steadily in the windows as they coasted towards the planet, low could feel the change in the craft. It was subtle but you could feel if you spent enough time on a space ship, the pull of a planets gravity, especially when your drive systems were in standby. They had enough fuel to land, but he was going to be on fumes so he was going to save them what he could for that landing, and figured the approach which might be hot would allow them to save some extra fuel for the burn in.
Low settled into the chair at the pilots console, and reached for the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen this is your pilot speak'n, we'll be putting in at Harvest here in a short time, gonna ask that ye start securing everything you can including yourself as this is likely to be a bit turbulent. Estimating about fifteen minutes at present speed to atmo entry." he said and clicked the intercom off.