The Airship Oz

Captain Rock

*Roscoe gives her a dirty look the whole way back to the base camp. Sun was setting soon, and the day had been mostly lost thanks to "friendly fire". Sasha was waiting in the infirmary by Roscoe's side while a busty older woman with white hair was examining him and his injury. *

Old woman: He'll be fine actually. It was only a flesh wound. Truly remarkable how Rock is either getting better or worse with his aim.

Roscoe: So, you're saying I'll live with a chunk of my leg gone?

Sasha: At least you'll get to keep your leg! We got lucky. Whoever this Rock guy is, I'm gonna find him and stick my dirty boot right up his-

*Sasha is interrupted by Diz who saunters into the tent like she owns the place*

Diz: Aye, did I walk in at a bad time princess? How's ya'man doin'?

Sasha: He's not my man. He's Roscoe, my childhood friend.

Diz: oh okay. I see. Well, I didn't catch your name princess...

Sasha: I'm not a princess. I'm Sasha. Sasha Erst. We came together in hopes of finding the Pilots of the resistance. I'm glad we found you all but I'm not happy about how you people shoot first and ask questions after.

Diz: Okay miss SASHA, again, I didn't shoot your friend. It was a warning shot and Rock wasn't trying to hit you. It was just a warning shot.

Sasha: I don't honestly give a damn what it was. And I think that this Mr. Rock, or whoever needs a swift kick in the ass after taking a chunk of Roscoe's leg!

*Diz is smirking and trying to hold back a chuckle*

Diz: Well then, since you seem to have so much to say to 'Mr. Rock' then maybe you should say it to his face. I'll take you to him.

Sasha: Well... yes. That's exactly what I want. I need to give him a piece of my mind.

Diz: Then please, follow me.

*The sun is setting, and it creates a beautiful sky of purples, pinks, and reds. Sasha tries to stay focused on all of the things she needs to do. For starters, she was going to unload on this Mr. Rock for being such a shit-shot. They walk into a larger tent filled with people drinking and conversating whilst a musician is playing music at a faraway corner. The tent is lit up with candles. Seemed a little old school given the age of technology. Sasha wonders if this Mr. Rock is just some drunk with a sniper rifle. As the girls make their way through the crowd of people enjoying their leisurely time, they happen upon a dark-haired man sitting with another older man. The dark-haired man has his back turned to the girls when they arrive. *

Robert: *stopping mid-sip of his drink and clears his throat to speak with his deep yet booming voice* 

Diz! Haven't seen you all afternoon.

*Notices Sasha standing to the side* 

Did you pick up a stray?

*He stands and wipes his hands on his pants and reaches out to shake Sasha's hand*

Diz: She's a bit of a stray rat from outside the empire. She wants to join this mess we call the resistance.

Sasha: *reaches out her hand reluctantly to shake* 

I'm Sasha Erst. Are you Mr. Rock?

Robert: *gives a sly chuckle as he shakes her hand*