A toothy grin split the pointy-snouted pale white maw of the fiery-tempered and aggressive albino shark. Nika let out a whistle through her teeth and shook her head theatrically as the gutter-pilot laid a meaty gloved handpaw on Jax’s shoulder and squeezed it in a lascivious fashion. “Oh, I’m so sorry you’re such a cold fish. She preferred to just handle such situations calmly and coolly. Nika wrinkled her pointed pierced nose in disgust as he leaned forward to her, plainly ignoring her warning to get lost. Or a least a particularly disreputable bounty hunter.
The wolfish pilot, his ship suit of a decidedly patchwork nature in comparison to the fashionably practical clothing the two sharks wore, grinned at them. They both turned in the direction of the scruffy-looking male that had rudely been eavesdropping and butted in. “Hey babe, how about I show you a good time. “It’s just a pity that you’re not open to it more often.” The blue-striped tiger shark leaned back against the bar and flashed a suggestive wink in the direction of her pale cream-white and grey great white shark co-pilot. “Hey, I know how to have a good time,” Nika retorted as she took a hearty gulp of her own fiery drink. “You don’t have to be so serious all the time.” “Learn to unwind more Nika,” Jax drawled as she knocked back another shot of the imported Altairian Whiskey. That also made Dmitri’s a popular place to relax in, it had a stunning view of the station’s central and slowly-rotating docking spine and the myriad of ships that were docked there, and of the blue-tinted world that it orbited.
Their ship, a heavily-modified ‘Federal Corvette’, stood out on one of the docking platforms, and was in the process of being refuelled. Nika Akulina shook her head and sipped at her drink with a smile as she listened to her co-pilot and gunnery control officer, Jax Valkyr, needlessly engage in a re-telling of the engagement they had been a part of. And with the Ringr system at the centre of a lucrative trade hub, it was the destination of choice for pilots of all allegiances. ‘Dmitri’s’ had long been one of Saratov Station’s most popular bars, especially with independent pilots. “How could I not see it, after all I was piloting our ship.” “Did you see the way his reactor exploded? Two hits from the plasma accelerator and BOOM!”
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