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Ragna suddenly fell into Alfhild's field of view, startling the captain, which was a difficult thing to do, especially with the negotiator's bright pink hair. After their brief exchange, Ragna left the galley. She had a collected, slightly cold attitude most of the time, but Alfhild knew her just well enough to know that she was rather more than frustrated. Ragna understood what the possible loss of Coren's business meant. Alfhild didn't particularly like the woman, as Ragna denied the existence of the gods and didn't hold close to the true mission of Hrið, which was to find the high beings. Yet, she was part of the crew, and the captain couldn't help but feel attached to her. Alfhild decided not to mention the possible engine fault to anyone except Ber, a surprising choice for her. Normally she told Kri everything, but there was something about this that didn't seem appropriate to mention just yet.

Deep in thought, she didn't notice her upheld spoon slowly tipping to the side, spilling over her armour. "Oh blast," Alfhild muttered, staring down at the dribblings of nässelsoppa on her breastplate. She wasn't a disgusting eater, simply a hasty one, but she at least had enough manners that she didn't tend to end up with food all over her after a meal. After thinking for a moment, she spotted the cloth in Ber's lap, dropped by the stealthy Isa. Alfhild watched the girl walk into the kitchen, full of purpose, before turning and taking the cloth in her mechanic's lap and wiping at her chest. The nässelsoppa picked up easily, to Alfhild's relief. She placed the now-dirty cloth on the table, glancing up at Ber. The mechanic always seemed to be dirty, through no fault of her own. The bits and bobs that helped Hrið function weren't the cleanest of things.

"That was meant for you I imagine," Alfhild raised one of her thick eyebrows, "I can get another one from Isa for you." With a loud scrape Alfhild pushed back the chair she was sitting in and went through the same door Isa had traveled through just a moment ago.

Not at all to Alfhild's surprise, she found the robot techie putting dishes in the sink and preparing to clean the tables once all the crew members had filed out. Before Alfhild could get Isa's attention, however, the deaf girl left the kitchen, with the same purposeful stride as when she came in.

It was a mission now.

Alfhild didn't spend much time in the kitchen, having little cooking skills and not much need to be in it except to mooch off Kole for extras, when he was in one of his better moods. She glanced over to the apron hooks. Kole had officially left the kitchen, and it would be a waste of time to seek him out to ask where he kept the cloths, as the ship was rather large. The kitchen was filled with drawers upon drawers upon cabinets, and Alfhild knew that at least one would contain the cloths that she sought. The danger was making sure that she didn't rifle through anything in her search. Kole would be furious if anything was out of place.

Opening the first drawer, Alfhild let out a curse. She couldn't even guess as to what the shiny metal implements it contained were for. The next drawer was filled with a variety of peelers. Since when did we need this many peelers? The mysteries of the kitchen enthralled the captain as she continued her search.

Having tried her luck on the drawers, Alfhild decided to open one of the chest-level cabinets. Which turned out to be a bad idea. The pots inside had been placed precariously, and as she opened the cabinet, they sprung forth, landing with a loud clatter all around her. Strings of curse words left her lips as she crouched down to the ground, collecting the pots as loudly as when they had fallen. Shoving them in the cabinet, she prayed to Valhalla that Kole wouldn't notice later.

Several fruitless drawers later, Alfhild realized the the cloths were folded neatly beside the dish sink. Either she didn't have functioning eyes, or the gods had been playing a cruel joke on her. Grabbing one, she left the kitchen in a defeated huff.

Sitting back in her seat, Alfhild tossed the cloth to Ber. "I went to Hel and back for that," she grumbled fiercely, though it was clear the frustration was mostly an act. She returned to her meal, taking one last blessed spoonful of nässelsoppa, before passing her dishes to Isa, who dutifully doing rounds through the galley, collecting people's increasingly empty plates and bowls.

It seemed that everyone had finished and were satisfied with their meals. Alfhild tapped her chin thoughtfully. It was about time the whole crew had done a training exercise together. Everyone on the ship had to be properly trained, and in their spell of little work, many had become lax.

Alfhild let her mighty fist pound the table three times to gain everyone's attention, standing up to face the majority of the room. "In ten minutes I expect the entire crew to be in the training room for some important exercises! Don't be late, or you may find yourself taking the place of a training robot!" She relayed the same message over the comm system, knowing several crew members had already slunk off.

Before she left, Alfhild turned one last time to Ber. "I'd rather you see to the engine, Ber," she said in a quieter tone, "let's just hope it's good news." Alfhild straightened, yelling one last time for the crew to 'move their butts!', before heading off to prepare the training room. Ragna would already be there, and would help Alfhild set up the simulation for a true, fierce, Viking battle.

Alfhild's blood boiled with excitement.

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Kole was barely a few minutes into his relaxing bath when the announcement over the public system blared out:

In ten minutes I expect the entire crew to be in the training room for some important exercises!
Don't be late, or you may find yourself taking the place of a training robot!


It hadn't taken him long to enter a dazed state. Way to burst his bubble bath brusquely, Captain! He blinked across the steamy room, powder blue eyes pondering the purpose of existence. If one could not enjoy even a few minutes of relaxation and quiet in exchange for hard and satisfying work, why exist at all. Couldn't the Captain wait maybe an hour, at least? Enough time for everyone to have digested their food? With the pending group training exercise so soon after a meal, he could picture now a few of the crew members throwing up their lunch should someone or something strike them at the gut unexpectedly or when they were least prepared for it.

"Yaarrggh! This better be important, ya, Cap'ain, else I may, uh... char tonight's barbee-Q, or somethin'. Urgh. Maybe I oughtta sprinkle in some sleepy herbs next time."

The pumice stone remarkably remained balanced on his head, but he tilted enough to give it a nudge. It slipped off and dove into the soapy waters with a plop before floating back to the surface. Yes, these porous stones are the only rocks that could float on water rather than sink, and he recalled the time he snuck these secretly on board during a stopover on the volcanic planet Bryaclia.

But, there were no more seconds to be wasted. He had to finish up, all scrubbed and neatly uniformed in his hand-to-hand gear knowing full well that this particular training exercise requiring the entire crew cannot be anything else but the type of fighting he dreaded the most -- close-quarter combat. He was willing to be surprised, though. With a minute to spare, Kjoljandr Minestrom arrived at the training room with his sleek blonde hair combed back, his cheeks ruddy, and his entirety smelling of Viking Spring. At least no one would complain if he manages to headlock someone unto his armpit.

The tall cook stood at attention, rubbing his tummy as a subtle hint reminding the Captain that he, along with the rest of the crew, had just eaten. So nothing strenuous or vigorous, hopefully! But perplexedly seeing Ragna there already sweaty and bruised made him think otherwise...


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Ber watched as the Captain set off in search for a cloth, and eventually she returned with one.
"Thanks Captain" Ber replied as she wiped her face and hands. Even though she tried to keep clean, her job wasn't one that allowed for such clean keeping. Covered in all manner of oils and fuels that helped the engine and other things ticking over. Ber was about to say something to the Captain but she upped and left to make an announcement. As though on cue, she told her to stick to fixing the engine. Ber nodded and headed off to the engine room. Pulling the door open, she looked around, there was something off about the whole thing. Pulling out her tools from the satchel, she began doing inspections of what needed to be done, and what was alright. As Ber made her way through the engine, she realized there were a lot of parts that would need to be replaced in order to have the Hrid, ticking over in immaculate condition. Fixing bits of coil and cogs that she could, a lot of work was needed... it would take her a few days, and that would be if they could get the parts. It wasn't always easy.
Starting on the inside, she pulled out all the 'Damaged beyond repair' parts, and put them in the corner, they might not be useful to her, but she never knew what bits and bobs might come in handy for other things. Then, making it towards the parts that might work for a short while, reattaching cogs and springs, coils and screws. A lot of them wouldn't last long, but they might help keep the power on for long enough to get the parts needed. It wouldn't travel far though, even with her makeshift parts, it wouldn't be enough. Looking through the parts that were left, she managed to put some kind of outer casing around it, to stop it from over heating too much. If they could afford the parts, she wanted to install some kind of engine cooling system, it mean the parts wouldn't tire as quickly.
A few hours later, Ber had finally done all the small jobs she could with the engine and decided it would be time to break the news to her Captain, not something she was looking forward to, hoping her mood was great after the group training session.

Johan had gone back deep into his thoughts, there was more to things than he could understand. Completely in his own bubble, until he heard the Captains booming voice, telling them that there was a group training session. That was the one part of this job he hated, fighting, he would much rather keep the peace than go waging war and battle upon someone, but it was Captain's Orders, and he wasn't going to be the only one whom refused to co-operate. He stood up and headed down to the training simulation room and wondered what program the captain had in mind today.

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***


As Capitain and the rest of the crew went into active mode, Isa silently slipped into the kitchen, to finish up the rest of the work waiting for her.
Upon entering, the girl suddenly halted her steps and looked around with widening eyes.
"Heavens..."
Isas' lips just formed the word silently.

~ The Capitain was here...~


Her mind went numb for a moment, before her body started acting on autopilot, gathering dishes and speeding up the cleaning inside, before Kole saw this.
The kitchen looked basically as it was before - however, for watchful eyes - like Koles, or, after some months working on the ship, Isa's as well, there was the feeling that a small tornado had just passed.

Some of the shelves were barely holding the things inside in, feeling as if a slight gust of wind would burst them apart. One tricky cupboard door - that had needed a bit of fixing before - was now hanging a little out of place.
Just as Isas eyes fell upon the weakened door, it creaked open before her eyes. The deaf girl could not hear, but in her head she basically saw the wooden door making a - creeeeeeeeaaaaak - noise as it slowly opened, as if a ghost moved it.
Blinking her eyes twice, she halted, sucked a small breath in, and then hastily began to continue to fix the kitchen.

Kole never was angry if his kitchen was messy... or at least he said so.. the food quality would never suffer. That was his standard. The quantity however...
Who would dare to ask for seconds or thirds, if watched by a pair of sad and a little desolate eyes that seemed to size up and ask each passing person 'who messed up my world kitchen' ?
Isa frantically worked on the kitchen, for her to be able to enjoy seconds and thirds for the rest of the week as well.
Luckily her bag had the right tools to fix some loosening door screws here and there.
Moreover, her memory was good enough, to sort all the tools for cooking where she knew Kole put them in.
Sweating, she remembered her first month, when one of the capitains "kitchen explorations" had led to Kole strictly not giving out more than one portion per person. Being spoiled by the quantity of food before, Isas greedy tummy had suffered. Once more she sped up her pace.
~ For the food! For seconds! For thirds! ~ she encouraged herself.
Opening one of the cabinets, Isa barely managed to catch some pans, before they hit the floor or her head.
"Phew.."
Just as she relaxed, another frying pan barely scratched her nose and hit the floor. Panicked, Isa glanced outside, but the kitchen and the dining room was now empty. Hastily, the girl picked everything up and safely stored it inside, before fixing some of the loose shelves and cabinet doors.
Counting herself lucky that Kole went on a relaxing walk or for a bath, and the kitchen almost as good as before, the tool-mechanic sighed relievedly, and rubbed her still full tummy.

Cleaning the dining tables speedily with a wet cloth and speedily leaving the kitchen to fetch some cleaning sandscrub for Fiske, Isa did not realize, that behind her back, another cupboard door, very slowly opened with another small but nasty - creaaaaaak - sound.
***


Passing on the way to her tools room, Isa saw a glance of Ber, disappearing in the engine room. The girl didnt think much of it, since it was usual to see Ber or Alfhild checking up on the engine.
Grabbing a small, self made tube, Isa mixed some soap with a little water and sand into it, and shook the closed container. Content with the self made product, she sped up her pace on the way to the Doctors office.

***

Fiske was still there, and Isa saw his noteworthy efforts to make his office cleaner. Scrunching her nose slightly, she scrutinized the room and estimated the time she needed to clean it up.
Without sorting the papers - it would take not too much time. She would do as always, and give the Doctor his research to sort for himself.
Isa knew how to read, however she did not practise enough.
Having thrown away papers, that had the outward appearance of inky toilet paper, but seemed to be classified as 'important research' she was careful with any paper in Fiskes office by now, placing it on his table or inside some shelves.

Disturbing the sitting Doctor in his thoughts and placing the sandscrub tube in his hands, she ushered him to the next washroom, while she had some time alone to clean and sort the rest of his office, and disinfect some of the important places, like the patient rooms and the bed.

To be honest, the smell of desinfectant made Isa nauseous, even though she never would admit it. The same with all kinds of smelly salves. Scrunching her nose she breathed the pure alcoholic contents of it in, in the now clean office, and unconsciously rubbed her shoulder and neck slightly.
It was now covered by the Valoons' Overall, but the burn scars from the acid rain were one of the things that bothered her a lot.
Isa always tried to catch the time where she was alone in the baths, to hide her hideous skin. But of course she knew that probably Alfhild - and maybe Fiske as well - had noticed it.
Luckily, the treatment was over before she joined the ship crew. Months of salves, fevers, pain, nightmares had subsided a little. But the girl paid attention to have them always covered up.
Pains, and fever still sometimes joined together and her skin hurt a lot from water temperature changes and weather changes.
Sighing, she noticed her hand on her shoulder and put it down. She did not know if it was just phantom pains or some of the poisonous residue from those plants, but she did not die from it.

Isa paced around a little, checking if everything was orderly and clean, then she turned around to leave the Doctors office.

Obviously, the girl was oblivious to Alfhilds training notice.

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His contemplations on how to prepare for Kri’s visit were abruptly cut by Alfhild’s unmistakable booming voice calling out over the comm system. Her voice felt as though it rained over Fiske, his limp and rather unfit body slouching further and further into his desk the more her words explained the details of their ‘group training’. He croaked, hoping that they’d go easy on him. And by ‘train’, he hoped it would mean to ‘practise their strengths’, which in Fiske’s case, would be to perform his craft… Or to log roll. Fiske could do a mean log roll.

It was then that Isa stopped by, armed with cleaning products and a determined gesture to place the scrub in his hand. Oh, right.

After his battle in the bathroom to push the markings out with Isa’s sand scrub, Fiske stepped back into the room to hand the dignity-freeing instrument back… Before noticing the girl tentatively touch her shoulder. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he walked up to her and offered out his hand, the sand scrub tube in his palm. “Thanks, Isa… Did you happen to have a bit of back pain of some sort? Apparently we’re supposed to go train with the rest of the crew soon, so I wouldn’t want it to go unnoticed.” A shy yet caring smile tugged at his lip. How did I not notice it sooner? He thought, curious green eyes wondering how long she had been bothered by it, if something was indeed wrong.

Turning around, the deaf girl almost bumped into the doctor.
~He noticed?~
Startled, she scanned his lips for clues and she halted for a little while, gathering the fragments of what she could lipread. For a moment her usual calm and serious expression during work slipped, as hints of being flustered and a little pained flashed across her face. Her hands clutched the offered tube automatically as her mind reeled and she forgot to use sign language.
"N..no, It's not back pain.. t's nothing serious..." a soft voice escaped her, breaking the moment of silence.

The doctor raised his eyebrows and both his hands up, waving them passively before signing. ‘No need to worry. Wondering if you’re okay. Alfhild’s group training that's going to start soon is hard on shoulders.’ He tried to be concise yet clear with what sign language he had learnt, aware that Isa wouldn’t of heard the announcement over the comm.

When the doctor switched to sign language, Isa realized that she had started to talk subconsciously. She shook her head, to stress her words. "My shoulders are fine." It was a white lie, the tool-mechanic was grateful for Fiske worrying about her. However admitting more liabilities might shake her already weak position among the crew. She knew that Kri was very open about his scars - but he was a fighter, a battle honed veteran. They had different positions.
Then, she raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised. ~Training?~
She put the tube on the table, and signed to the doctor 'I have more. The scrub is for you.' then she showed a question mark ‘Training?’

“Ah, yes,” he stated at her question mark before scratching his face. ‘Captain wants us to meet - training room - said we’d become the training robot if we didn’t show up’. He drew a line across his neck with a finger, half jokingly and half anxiously. Just thinking about an angered Captain was enough to motivate him. 'Remember it’s my duty to help the crew out, so I’m always welcome for a checkup.’ Perhaps it wasn’t as serious as he’d anticipated, but his keen gaze was still slightly suspicious. Fiske soon smiled with a thankful nod as she placed the tube onto the table. He’d probably need it for another misadventure sooner rather than later anyway, the way he was going…

"Alright, lets go then..? Before we'e to late.." Isa tried to keep her facial muscles in check to not to look too relieved, because she caught a glance of suspicion in the doctors face. If Fiske ever found out what hid behind her shoulder pain, he would latch onto her injury to cure her. And she was also very sure that she did not like salves and other things that would cure her.. goosebumps sprung up on her underarms, as she followed the doctor outside, and she could not suppress a slight shudder of her body, thinking about it.

Fiske nodded, somewhat skeptical but willing to place it aside for now. Taking his leather side satchel, it contained a first aid kit that he’d normally bring to any other venture outside the ship - just in case. As the two of them made their way to their next meeting place and entered the room, he drew in a deep breath, lingering near the entrance. Who knew what was going to happen, especially after such a cruisey break? Upon looking around the daunting room filled with all sorts of fighting technologies that Fiske would rather watch from a distance than interact with, a nervous chuckle greeted his fellow crew mates. “Oh nei, Captain, what have you gotten us into?”

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Alfhild decided to give the crew fifteen minutes.

Like most of her people, Alfhild wasn't heartless, but still tough and straight-forward. She didn't want to compromise for the slower or more unwilling crew members, yet they would always be there. As long as they didn't drag the entire crew back, she was willing to spare them the kindness.

Walking briskly to the training room so as to catch the rush, Alfhild began to think about her training plan. As much as she loathed the idea, they would have to ease back into it. Every room save a few had technology that scanned those who entered and matched it to a database of the ship's inhabitants; a safety measure, but also a useful way of tracking those who actually kept to the physical regiment specified by the captain and her second-in-command to keep them prepared and sharp. Engineers, gunners, even Kole was meant to be battle-ready. It seemed that only half the crew had been going in every day. A sad number.

The training room door slid open for Alfhild, and she stepped over the threshold. Ragna was resting against the wall, nursing newly created bruises. She had been training more harshly than perhaps necessary. It was likely her personal idea of punishment for the diplomatic mix-up on Coren. Alfhild decided to let her be, and began clearing the open training room of equipment, leaving it bare except for the floor mats. she then went to one of the compartments that was flush with the wall and clicked it open, filling her arms with the round energy-shields within. The shields were highly portable and mid-weight, being a round disc with a band on the back to go around the hand. When activated, a large, blue, circular force-field emitted from the disc. It had a slight magnetic-like property, repelling things attempting to touch it. Alfhild placed these along the walls at intervals as people began to enter, along with a laser-edge sword.

It pleased Alfhild to see all of her crew's faces in one place. Of course, they had been at the galley plenty of times together, but in the leadership capacity, of her looking at them and each person standing at attention sent excited shivers down her spine. She noticed Kole rubbing his stomach sadly. Alfhild raised one thick eyebrow and relayed a quick message through sign language. Enemies do not wait, not even for your cooking.

Thinking on sign language, Alfhild's eyes scanned the faces in front of her for Isa. She didn't see her. Did she not get the message? The captain remembered the first time they met fondly. She had been a scrappy stowaway, with the fierceness of someone healthy and well. She strongly refused modified training programs, and insisted on being treated like any other member of the crew, something Alfhild admired. Then, Alfhild saw Isa slink in, accompanied by the medic, Fiske. If she was accompanied by him...Alfhild decided not to pry, instead simply nodding to the pair. No stand-in robots for today.

"I think it's more what you've gotten yourself into, my medic," Alfhild guffawed, punching her fist into her palm and turning her focus towards the whole group. "Some of you haven't been doing your daily training in this-time of peace, and I think it's time we get back to being battle ready, whether it's required or not. To those of you who actually have been sticking to the regiment, I applaud you." The mixture of groans and cheers at the prospect of group training fueled Alfhild as she began walking to the wall. She picked up a shield and activated it deftly before walking back to the centre of the room.

"This," she said, pointing to the circular object, "is a shield." Her joking attitude put some of the more concerned members at ease. She thrust the shield forward. "We're returning to the basics, vinr. You all remember child drills?" Nostalgia filled the faces of the crew. Child drills was the name of the training regiment for to-be-warriors on The Village, and involved many simple techniques, such as understanding shield-wielding, sword-fighting, and hand-to-hand combat. "Well, I want you to grab a shield, and a partner. Face each other, and when you are ready, activate your shields and charge. The first to yield their ground, take a step out of their grid block, or fall, is the loser. If you've been training, this should be no problem for you. Go!" Alfhild took a step back, letting the crew choose partners and find places on the grid-designed floor. The noise in the room became loud with excitement and complaints. Soft bastards, Alfhild thought, her mind turning to the engine and Ber. If someone approached her, she would participate in the exercise. Otherwise, she would simply be a supervisor.

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Looking at the imposing stature of the capitain, Isa noticed the long glance towards her, but luckily they did not seem to be late. A relieved sigh escaped her lips.
The capitain was holding a shield, and even though Isa couldnt hear what was going on, half through lip reading and half through the motions, she understood the message.

Spacing out a little, Isa felt a little bit nostalgic, watching the capitain. Even though it hadnt been that long that she was member of the crew, she felt like it was an eternity already.

The time when she first saw that imposing figure she was not better off than a beggar, with no future, accompanied by her two survivor companions. A pack of street rats in a corner, waiting for merciful people to pick them off to bring them to "the Village"

Drifting off, the girl didnt really pay attention to the capitains explanations...


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Isa watched the ship leaving.

A tingle of regret emerged in her heart. The ones on the ship, which brought them to this station, would not hire her. Who wants to hire a dumb and deaf idiot? Even if she could not hear it, she could read their lips. She gripped her fists tightly and looked around to see her two companions. Dirty, ripped clothes, and exhausted, malnutritioned faces. She did not look any better. Besides maybe the worn out uniform top she got to cover her right side. "Its unsightly, dont show it. Why could she imagine the voices of the disdainful people in her head now, that she could not hear them? Weren't warriors scars a proof of their pride?
The two girls that survived with her together, would they have made it out alone? Would she have died if not for the two of them being her ears? She was feeling the vibrations of a ship landing and starting, and other things, but her world was now forever a silent one. She missed the noise already. A tingle of fear mixed to the regret. If she had known... she sighed.
She probably still would have taken the same path. Ships connected her to her brother. Her hands gripped on the dagger like knife in her pocket. Dagatz' memento.

Feeling a gaze, she discovered a woman in capitains uniform arriving towards them. ~Why would a capitain bother to pick us up? what about the crew? ~ she wondered inwardly, but only nudged the two girls, to focus their attention on the majestic figure that unhurriedly paced towards them.
The vibration she had felt just now must have been the new ship to Vaetta. Unwillingly, she bit her lip, and a stubborn look appeared in her eyes. She did not want to go, but she had no choice. For now the best Idea is to take her two companions to safety.

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The girls had been lucky. Lucky to survive what had happened to them, and lucky Alfhild Eriksson was in a good mood the day she had picked them up.
At first, Alfhild had grumbled at the idea of carrying passengers. It wasn't their usual job, and not in her repertoire. She wasn't a hostess, a transport for the weak and feeble. Of course, Kri had convinced her otherwise. Who else could move the stubborn, bull-headed and -sized woman to change her mind? We're heading to The Village anyway, Kri had said, and besides, they won't cause any trouble. Look at them! He had been right, naturally, and Alfhild had eventually opened up to the new company.
Now it was time to bid them farewell. She watched them as they walked away, through the great carved hall of the landing hangar and into a side passage. It was a shame, what had happened to the one with the tea-coloured hair. She moved with a grace and beauty until someone touched her, then she shattered with surprise and fear. She only hoped that the Village doctors could help her. As Alfhild turned to go back to the inner parts of her beloved ship, she didn't notice a small figure jump on to the rising entrance ramp behind her.

A mighty leap it was.


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She did not try the conventional method of getting hired this time. Washed and clothed properly in old clothes. With a determined face, she somehow managed to bypass the guards, to get back on the ship that just got back to Vaetta. She left a letter for her parents with the two girls. Mother may cry, but Father will understand. She nodded and clenched her fists tightly.

[...]

Why was she hiding in the capitains closet again? Right. So she could get hired. So the capitain had no choice but at least to give her a try, before they landed again. If she got kicked out she would try to sneak on the next ship.
Her mouth practised the words she had not spoken for a long time, just mouthing them, but not getting any voice out. "I want to get hired on this ship." "I want to get hired on this ship."
After what seemed to be an eternity, she felt the typical vibrations of setting in motion. Some butterflies were flapping their wings somewhere in her stomach, as a sparkle of excitement emerged in her silvery eyes.
Now to wait for the capitain to come back...

~~~


Alfhild shook her head, mane of hair tossing and untangling from a long sparring session with Ragna. Her body was covered in a heavy sweat under her layers of armour. All she could think of was sleep. She would miss Kole's mighty meal, but he lids were so heavy she feared she would drop unconscious in her soup like a fool.
Pulling off her bracers, shin guards, and breastplate, Alfhild wiped herself with a rag. The Viking and Valdoon armour mixture, often called Valking, was much lighter than traditional armour, but was still a relief to take off. She prepared to toss it into the closet in a very untidy, Alfhild-like fashion, when it open.

~~~

Swallowing her saliva once or twice, she opened the closet door and stepped outside, in a bit of a soldier like manner.
But before she could say a thing an attack followed up. Frantically, but swiftly she dodged and tried again to say something, but her throat dried up.
The small room did not give a lot space to maneuver, and if she got hit, she would be a goner... So she used her slim body to squeeze in where she could, and most often it would be the floor, ducking and rolling past the capitain.
Dodging repeatedly, but not attacking was hard. Finally she directed the fist that almost got her away, and in a smooth but elegant movement emerging at the capitains' back, her breathing a little ragged.
"I.. I.." her voice was probably really croaked and she could not adjust the loudness. "I want to get hired" she tried again and hoped that it did come out right.


~~~


Alfhild's heart dropped to the bottom of the universe. How the hell did someone get on her ship? Her fevered brain didn't consider the possibility of the intruder being an ally. Nobody was stupid enough to enter her room without permission. She swung viciously, but with little control. In her blind rage, she heard a faint thump as the intruder hit the ground and rolled between her legs. I'm a dead woman, Alfhild thought, cursing, killed in my own quarters. She prepared to turn before she heard an unusual voice.
"I WANT TO GET HIRED," a feminine voice boomed. My, was it loud. Alfhild lifted her hands to her ears, spinning. The situation was so absurd, she began to laugh.
When Alhild saw who it was, the laughing ceased.
It was the deaf girl, the girl with the tea-coloured hair. Isa, was it? How had she gotten on the ship? Alfhild composed herself as much as she could, which was difficult, being no longer fully armoured, disheveled from training, and thoroughly confused.
"First, how did you get on my ship, secondly, why are you in my quarters, and thirdly, why in Helheim didn't you ask in the more conventional way?" Alfhild hoped she didn't look too menacing. Actually, she didn't care. This was her damn ship, her damn room, and the girl should be afraid.


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Awkwardly scratching her head, as she remembered, Isas memories of the follow up vere blurry, as she glanced onto the capitain out of the corner of her eyes... She had gotten an earful that time, even being deaf.
She had showed no fear towards the woman though or cowered, just answered her questions calmly... something along the lines of:
"I jumped aboard.".."Mixed into the hustle and bustle when the ship set sail." "Picked the door lock of the cabin and locked it again.." "Nobody wants to hire a deaf soldier."
- it had been her grasping at straws like a drowning person after all, so there was no need to hide anything. Honestly, she had put her life on the line, preparing to be thrown off the ship if things went bad enough.

But somehow, much to her surprise the capitain did hire her in the end. Watching the capitain explaining the training, she grew competitive. The memories of their fight in the room reminded her of the days when she was still a mainly combative crewmember.

She would probably never reach the capitains level in terms of power, but as for manoevring, that was a whole other topic.

Still, she would gladly challenge Alfhild anytime, even though she obviously would lose this time, but Isa disliked it being infront of everyones eyes.
And since the whole crew had been gathered, the Jack-of-all-Rabbits tucked in a strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes and suppressed her ambitious ideas, as she finally averted her eyes from the mighty powerful stature of the capitain.

Also, there was this image in her head charging at the capitains mountain like countenance, bouncing off of her, again and again.
She shook her head slightly.

~I gotta work hard.~

Sweeping the room with her eyes, she noticed most people already paired up, and grabbed the person next to her, which was roughly in her weight class, and seemed to try to stand around passively, waiting for something to happen.

Fiske.

Tugging on one of his sleeves, the girl pointed to an inconspicious corner of the room. She would rather stand out in an actual fight rather than practise, so she picked a corner in between rowdy and loud crew members to ward off attentious glances.


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Fiske gulped at Alfhild’s hearty response to his rhetoric, eyes lowering into concerned slits. “This ‘time of peace’ doesn’t last long around here,” he said before finally breaking into a smile, remembering that the strong, tough, determined nature of this ship was why he had wanted to join in the first place. Fiske had always been the weakling of his family, left to practise child drills at the Village while the stronger Osmonds fled the ship, seeking lands to colonise. Upon meeting the Hrið, they became his strength as he provided them with the resources to be strong. It gave him a newfound independence that made him realise that yes, he wasn’t just a timid good-for-nothing.

He was Norse, and the Norse were fighters.

He decided to treat this training session with an open mind, but that didn’t mean he was eager to exactly fight. He huffed a laugh at the shield joke, offering Alfhild an appreciate expression as she explained the details of today’s training session. Although she could be scary and tough, it was apparent that she cared for her crew as though they were just a part of the ship as the actual materials that built it.

Though the more she explained what they had to do, the further Fiske took slow steps to sink to the very back of the room. He stood there, silent with brooding eyes towards the training equipment. This brought back a lot of anxious memories… When was the last time he even had to hold a shield? He was used to sitting in the back lines of defence; even in the Village he would rather sit and learn the medicinal practise of the elder women, watching others fight more than actually participate himself. He could still see his father’s disappointed face as clear as day, sympathetically patting him on the back as they sailed away. It’s okay, Fiske thought to himself reassuringly, just pretend that this is how you’re to earn your keep on this ship. What’ll happen if this flying piece of metal and wood crashes into a meteorite or gets invaded by an unknown force? Then I’ll be cornered and I’ll have no-one but myself to bla-

Isa tugged onto Fiske’s sleeve, which he realised covered unknowingly tensed up arms. He slowly breathed in and out. This wasn’t the same as back then. “Mm, good idea… Or is it…” he mumbled with slightly more-widened-than-normal eyes, letting her take them to an inconspicuous yet more hidden corner of the room, away from too much direct attention. Picking a shield off of the wall, he settled it onto his arm. Naturally, Alfhild ensured they were of the finest quality. Light, yet with a weight that felt strong and protective, Fiske wondered if he could hide underneath it like a turtle submitting to its shell if the circumstances led to it. It certainly sounded like a defence strategy he would use. After all, he was superb at log roll-level skills.

He breathed out a worried laugh, hoping Isa wouldn’t be too rough at tackling. With a war cry that eloquently said; ‘This is what I get for caring about you lot too much!’, the battle, if you could call it one, initiated as he unenthusiastically ran, or awkwardly jogged, towards the opposing training partner.

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He couldn't imagine eating three platefuls of food and then doing rigorous training right after. He'd need at least an hour of digesting. Vomitting up food was the least of the dangers. There were ulcers, cramps, and sluggishness and awkwardness to worry about. Being slow in battle is definitely a recipe for disaster, defeat. And yet there was Isa present, debunking all his fears about exercising too soon after a meal.

Kole was not pleased about the Captain dismissing his tummy-rubbing. And even more so when she taunted that the enemy waits for no one, not even his cooking! Which, after a while listening to Alfalfa's further words, actually made him start to think. What if... he could use his culinary skills to win over, if not conquer, enemies! Hmm! What a delicious thought!

But then followed further words of denigration from the Captain. Jokes about 'this is a shield' and 'remember your child drills'. These words felt like they were aimed right at him! Yes, it was true, he was one of the crew members who logged in less than half as much time training than the others, but he was a cook! Not a fighter! Dargnit!

Okay, he will not wait for someone to pick him last or second last, this time. No, he will not be like the worst rugball player picked always last by any team. This time, Kole will be the chooser! Alfalfa will eat her words! And no, he will not choose his usual sparring partners, either, (Gunnar the Gunner, mostly), which only bred complacency due to the familiarity. No, this time, Kole will choose...

"You!" Pointing his laser-edge sword at the Hrið's only alien crew member! (As far as anyone knew).

A Pick that might prove more than he could chew.


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