❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ.❞ - ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ øɴᴇ ᴘɪʟᴏᴛs
A delinquent, who hasn't been able to speak since murdering her mother, is sent down from outerspace with a hundred others to see if earth is survivable again. Everyone on the Ark has condemned her...
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A ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴏғ emotions crosses over Skye's face. First shock, followed by confusion, and ending with disbelief. She narrows her eyes at him as if to say, "Are you sure?"
"You're good with a knife. We only have a few that are and we're going to need them to go hunting for almost a hundred people." She points to the skeleton head of the panther that had attacked less than three days ago. "I think since you're prepared for wild animals it'll be easier for you to defend yourself against them."
Skye knew he had a point. It wasn't the hunting part that worried her. It was the leaving Murphy alone with power part she was worried about. He was instinctive and didn't necessarily think things through when he set his mind to something. That's why it was always better when she was around because she could talk him out of things. For the most part.
"If you're worried about Murphy, I think he'll be fine. I doubt anything will happen while we're away and we shouldn't be for very long." Skye stares at him while she thinks it over. "You can say no." She shakes her head before reaching her hand out. He smiles and hands her a long bladed knife, a handmade ten inch machete. She examines herself to see where she can hold it. "I'll get someone to make you a holster."
She shakes her head again. She didn't want to make anyone do something she could do herself. Glancing around the room, she sees a back pack with straps on it. She picks it up and shows it Bellamy.
"You need a back pack?" She holds up two fingers. "Two of them? Okay, I'll-" She stops him and looks for a string to show him she needs thread and a needle. She picks up the makeshift blanket and finds a loose thread to show him. "Thread?" She makes a motion of sewing. "And needle. I'll get someone to get you some spare back packs and some thread. I know where a needle is. Stay here, I'll be back."
He steps out of the tent and immediately starts barking orders. Skye smiles and decides to snoop around. Not that she was looking for anything particular, just something to pass the time. She knew she went through more trouble than was needed to communicate what she wanted. It would've been easier to just speak. But that wasn't an option for Skye. She didn't just choose to not speak, her body physically won't let her. She's tried talking to Murphy a million times, especially about her parents, but nothing ever came out. After awhile, she just gave up.
Bellamy came back with Murphy on his tail and supplies in his hands. He places them on the seat he got off the dropship. She wastes no time in getting started as Bellamy and Murphy start discussing plans. The first thing she does is cut off the straps with the buckles attached to the ends of them from both back packs. Then, she cuts one of the packs on both sides down to the bottom. She lays this out flat on the ground and measures the machete's length before cutting a little more than the outline. She does this twice before turning back to the straps. She pulls strap as far as it can go before stitching the ends together and doing it for the other set of straps. After making sure it fits around her leg, she stitches one of the straps towards the top of one piece of the back pack she cut off. The other strap she stitches towards the middle. Then, she sews the other piece of the back pack onto the other. When she's finally done, the machete slips right in to the holster like a glove and she clicks the straps into place around her right leg.
