DJKLSHDF THANKS! I’m having a ridiculous amount of fun writing this, butImnowherenearperfectseriouslywateryoudoing.
There’s another chapter going up after this weekend. I’ve been stuck in a rut for a little bit, but after deleting and restarting it five times, I’m actually making progress!
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It was all hands on deck to get the crates into their compartments. They were heavier than they looked without gravity underneath them, and they needed the cargo bay to be ready for guests.
“Guests?” Bolin perked up. “You mean, we’re taking passengers?”
“Yes, Bolin.” Lin said. “Passengers. We’ll pick ‘em up on Misty Palms. Just a few. Some that can pay.”
“Well that’ll be great!” Bolin was all smiles. Naturally. “I love taking passengers. They’ve all got so many stories!”
Saikhan shook his head. “Ain’t a thing in the ‘Verse can keep that boy from being cheerful, is there?”
“’Fraid not.” Lin muttered. “Sort of makes you want to tie him up, throw him in the hold for a spell.”
Bolin laughed, leaning forward to give Lin a quick peck on the cheek. “I love my Captain!”
She just rolled her eyes and waved him off.
“So, how long till we hit Atmo?” Asami called ahead as she entered the hold.
“Not too much longer, dear!” Bolin moved to wrap an arm around her waist, and a peck to her cheek. “Twenty minutes, give or take.”
“Good.” She wrapped her own arm around her husband. “Captain, I need parts. Our compression coil’s been out for a while now.”
“Ain’t got the money, Asami.”
“But Captain-“
“We do this job right, we’ll have plenty to last us. Until then, we make do with what we have.”
Asami moved forward to stand eye to eye with Lin. “We don’t get a new compression coil, we won’t fly long enough to get this job done right.”
Lin looked at her confused. “I thought you said that thing’d last us another two weeks.”
Asami rolled her eyes. “That was two months ago.”
Lin sighed. “We’ll see what we can come up with, alright? We’re taking passengers, maybe one’ll pay in advance. Now, I need everyone ready to go. We got work to do.”
The trenches were cold in old Serenity Valley, cold and soggy, and the Equalists were coming damn near non-stop. The small band of Independents holding the valley were dwindling, both in numbers and in morale. There didn’t seem to be any hope left among them.
Sergeant Beifong could feel it coming,though. A way out. She’d contacted General Iroh and the United Forces just a few hours ago, and had received word that they would come, swiftly, and bring backup. If she and her men could hold for just a little longer, they’d have this battle, and maybe even this war.
