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Post by Charmaine Diyoza on Aug 26, 2020 15:27:33 GMT
I'm Dressed to kill and you know that I willOur heads will roll and blood will spill
There had been no doubt in her mind hat the mutiny would be successful. The prisoners were criminals, murders, thieves, the worst of humanity. Some, like herself, were war-hardened. So when Paxton had awoken her, told her about the situation, the plan, there had been no hesitations and no doubts. It was in part because of this resolve that they had been led to victory over their captures, their enslavers.
It had been a hard won battle; blood, brutal, cruel. She had enjoyed watching these people suffer and she knew for certain that the others had enjoyed reclaiming their freedom. And now as the rubble settled and the smoke cleared, there was a moment of peace. Though, perhaps not as peaceful as one might desire. There were more questions now, more uncertainties, and endless possibilities. They couldn't float though space waiting to be saved. She would not allow it.
Diyoza was seated in the corner, hard liquor in hand, listening to the roar of the celebrating criminals. They were loud, and rowdy, shoving and fighting. She let them have their moment in the sun: after all, they had earned it. Tomorrow would be a different day. As for herself, she would celebrate later, once their next move had been decided.
She looked up when Vinson's shadow was cast over her. Diyoza liked him well enough, he was strong and loyal, to her in particular, but was not in the mood to entertain him. "Send McCreary to me."
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