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Show me the Credits!
“What, are you looking for?”
“The box!”
“Wot box?”
“The one with the credits!”
“Oh that box!”
“Yeah, the one with 30000 credits in it!”
“Wha… we have 30000 credits?”
“Yes, Wrecker. Now have you seen it? Ye wide, about so high.” Crosshair tried to picture the credit box with his hands for Wrecker. “Black? With a handle?” Making the carrying motion.
“Well, I haven’t seen it. Are you sure you had it in the first place?”
“I carried it out from the imperial cargo ship myself and put it right here, on the shelf.” Crosshair huffed. “Besides, I took a hundred to resupply my toothpick reserves.”
“You took a hundred? To buy toothpicks?”
“Yes, Wrecker. It was a bargain, got the whole crate of them.” Crosshair pointed at the one large size crate at the corner of their bunk room.
“Wow! That’s a lot of toothpicks!”
“What? No, it’s not actually. Can you please concentrate on the task at hand! We need to find the box with the credits!”
“FIne!”
Soon enough, Omega and Batcher joined in.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for the credits Omega. Do you know where they are?”
“I… thought you had them.” Omega looked slightly guilty, but it was the worry of possible loosing the credits.
“Come and help us find them. You know what he box looks like.” Crosshair was getting a really foul mood on, as loosing the hard earned… well, gambled credits was not good at all!
Omega joined the duo, with Batcher doing her sniffing around, even if she really had no idea what credits meant. But she was game!
The four of them continued rummaging through the area, going through every single nook and cranny to find the missing money.
After a spell, Echo entered, him having wondered where everyone had gone. Seeing much to his surprise four of them busy searching, something.
“What are you lot doing?”
“We’re looking for credits.”
“Oh, we don’t have any.” Echo knew they were running low.
“Well, apparently we do.” Wrecker chimed in.
“Wot?”
“Yeah, Cross and Omega brought them.”
“Wh… why wasn’t I informed?”
“I thought we did tell you.” Omega shrugged glancing at Crosshair who simply raised his brows and shoulders. Clearly, neither of them telling the rest of the crew they had money?
“Sorry!”
“So, did you already managed to lose it?” Echo joined the others. “What and how much are we looking for, exactly?”
“30000.” Omega said like it was nothing.
“Thirty…” Echo palmed his face, sighing theatrically. “And you waited until now to mention it!?”
“Yeah, well, we thought it was obvious.” Crosshair snarked back.
“Kriffing…” Echo gritted his teeth. “Fine, we’re looking for a? Some kind of container?”
“Black box, ye high, ye wide.” Wrecker showed Echo.
“Okay then.”
They must’ve searched for a long while, going through half the ship in the process. It wasn’t until Hunter emerged from his nap that they halted their quest, the scout looking confused at the disarray on the floor, the containers and other misplaced items lying criss cross there.
“What’s… going on in here?”
Ask a stupid question why don’t ya Hunt! Crosshair sighed and rolled his eyes. Wrecker grunted while Echo, well, Echo glanced angrily at the others. Omega realising none of the others were responding to Hunter.
“We’re looking for the missing credits.”
Hunter stared at Omega, then letting his eyes roam the others.
“I know where it is.” Hunter’s usually calm response.
“You wot?” Crosshair almost leaped at their sergeant.
“I said I know where it is.” Crossing his arms, Hunter stood there in a defence pose. “You really should not leave important items lying around where anyone can get to them.” He then scolded the fam.
“What. Did you. Do with it.” Crosshair was so pissed totally so. Having almost gotten a panic-attack because of the missing credits.
“i put them in the safe.”
“We have a safe now?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?”
“Since we got some credits.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
Hunter pointed at the aft of the ship, a small handle in the wall right in the back.
“That’s where you put our hard earned credits?” Crosshair sounded less annoyed but yeah, he still was pretty that. Omega giving him the stink eye, as it was her hard gambled credits after all.
“Yup, safe and sound.”
Hunter moved across the room, avoiding the piles there and gingerly making his way to the back of the area.
Pushing in the code, he grabbed the handle opening the door. Then pulling out a perfectly safe black box. Tossing it over to Crosshair.
Crosshair grabbed it midair and immediately opened it.
“It’s all here.” He showed it to the others.
They looked, baffled. They actually had some credits!
“So Hunter. What you are saying you knew all along?”
“Of course I did. I saw the box on the shelf soon after these two had arrived.”
“Guess we kinda forgot to tell you.” Omega tried, getting the stare from Echo.
“Hunter, if you knew, then we wrestled those gators and the insect dude for nothing? We could just have bought the intel at get go from Fennec?” Wrecker did not sound angry, but he was certainly feeling some kind of way. Disarming explosives in the murky waters had not been an experience he cared to repeat.
“Well, I though we could save this. For an emergency.”
They all stood there, glaring at Hunter, with varied states of scowls on their faces.
“Guess gators with hungry big teeth don’t count as an emergency any more.” Wrecker was over so over it.
“Next time, we decide together what constitutes as an emergency.” Echo stated matter of factly. “Agreed?”
“Yes, Echo, agreed!” The unified front responded.
“Good! Good! Now let’s get this mess cleaned up ASAP.”
“Yes master drill sergeant, Sir!”
“What was that?”
“Nuttin’.”
“It better not have been!”
The credits were safe in the safety box again and the Marauder in ship shape soon enough.