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Vardi welcomed the Hudsonian’s easygoing pace after last night’s storm. He spent the better half of the morning cleaning up the mess made in its wake, reorganizing his makeshift work bench in the hangar, while double checking his equipment for damage. Thankfully, most of it went unscathed, save a spoke from the chainssaw blade of his spear, bent out of place just enough to ruin its spinning mechanism. This only required a quick fix, however, this wouldn’t be the case for his next task.
“Hold still, Zardock!” Vardi barked.
The giant attached to the mechanical arm he was fixing let out an irritated groan.
“How much longer?” The man’s deep voice echoed throughout the room. “They needed me topside 15 minutes ago. Miss Augustine is gonna chew me out if I don’t get up there soon.”
“You rush this and the grip systems on your hand could go haywire. We don’t want you breaking bones from handshakes now, do we?”
"Says who?" Zardoock scoffed. "Stupid storm."
“We can agree on that much. How the hell did you break this thing anyways? Military grade tech doesn’t go off the fritz from some turbulence."
Vardi didn’t need to look up. He could almost feel the big brute’s grin creasing around the unlit cigar in his mouth.“Let’s just say me and Aurinder had a sparring match that got a little... out of hand. Had her on the ropes until the damn ship started dancing. Lost my balance and landed it on it wrong I guess...”
Some details were being left out, but Vardi didn’t pry. While Zardock was the largest person on the ship, it was argued that Aurinder was the most dangerous. Her claim to fame was a friendly rivalry with his old mentor, Hunter D. She wasn’t the talkative sort—a fact discovered when she shushed him after inquiring about D’s whereabouts—but she had the aura of a seasoned killer that commanded respect. Aurinder definitely broke his arm.
He took off his work goggles and gloves with a confident nod.
“Alright, try it out.” Vardi said.
Zardock frowned as it took a moment to calibrate the arm to the rest of his cybernetic body. Loud whirls and clicks within the appendage made it sound like the engine of an old car. After a few glitching ticks of the hand, the entire arm eventually moved in a natural motion.
“Hot damn!” Zardock said, flexing with a satisfied look on his face. He then raised his hand, allowing his index finger to retract until the finger tip produced a small flame. After he lit his cigar and began puffing away, he said: “You’re a saint Vardi. Knew you were good for somethin.”
“Not quite big guy. I didn’t do this out of the kindness of my own heart. Fork up the coin.”
The cyborg waved him off as he trudged up the stairs towards the deck, leaving behind a trail of smoke. “I don’t have it on me. I’ll pay you after I’m done with all the topside chores. I promise!”
Vardi rolled his eyes.
***
After the Hudsonian crew finished their duties and cleared the deck, Vardi slipped out to get some fresh air. He hoped to find Zardock bumbling around so he could collect his fee, but he knew better. It wouldn’t be a surprise if the cyborg even had deck duty to begin with.
Today marked the fourth morning since him and Lydia embarked on Serpico's airship. He'd flown many times before, but never on anything as extravagant as this. The Hudsonian looked more like a luxury cruiser than an intrepid hunting vessel. Despite its ornamental decor and gold trimmings, there was some serious power underneath it all. It had a state-of-the-art steam engine, along with a giant helium balloon and winged-propellers. Fast and fancy, just like its owner, Vardi shook his head. Their relationship wasn’t complicated.
Unlike Vardi’s rapport with Lydia, it was clear that Serpico Loche cared more about their resourcefulness than any ideas about friendship. Never mind the handful of times the pair saved him when the Swords of Serpico couldn’t. Vardi’s ability to repair complicated machinery around the Hudsonian, and Lydia’s skill for detecting poisons—whom he’s been using frequently to make sure each meal isn’t his last— were the real costs of admission. If the journey wasn’t as treacherous on horseback, Vardi and Lydia would’ve preferred to now have to associate with Loche. However, they all were heading in the same direction anyways, and it was nice for once to not have to rough it out on the wild countryside.
A sharp gust of wind pierced his skin, barely kept warm by his light blue tunic and grey slacks. He felt like he could be lifted up into the sky without his armor and gadgetry weighing him down. Vardi grabbed ahold of the side rails, embracing the clean air as he stared out into the horizon. The vermilion sun was like a cosmic hearth, lighting the clouds aflame as it bathed the scorched wasteland with its glow.
“Beautiful...” He said underneath his breath.
“If you say so...” The raspy voice of Augustine Windlass ruined his tranquil moment of silence.
Vardi turned to see the white-haired Hunter with a gloved finger pointing up. “You’d probably fall head-over-heels in love with this shitty planet if you saw it from outer space. Everything looks beautiful from a distance.”
He tried his best not to roll his eyes. Augustine made it a habit to let everyone know her outer-worldly perspective from traversing the stars. What she’ll fail to mention are the reasons why she was up there in the first place. One could easily guess judging by the scar that ran down the left side of her face, and her overall grisly demeanor.
“Everything except Zardock.” Vardi said. He noted her grin as her hand dug into the slim pocket of her form-fitting suit.
“That’s partly why I’m here.” Augustine said, handing over a small clump of high currency coinage. “Thanks for fixing that idiot’s dumb arm.“
Vardi nodded, pocketing the exchange, which more than covered his fee.
“Much appreciated. Thought I was going to have to chase him down for it. What’s the other reason you’re here?” Vardi asked, measuring her response in hopes it wasn’t for another repair request.
“Have you seen your partner? The boss will want to have his breakfast inspected soon.” Augustine said, rolling her eyes.
“Has Loche always been this paranoid?” Vardi asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Unfortunately. With his brother nearing the end of his tenure at Loche Industries, Serpico thinks the board will send assassins to prevent his succession. Little do they know, the slacker would gladly hand over the company keys than be forced to act like a responsible adult.”
Vardi laughed. “Well, I’ll let Lydia know if I see her.”
“Thanks. Tell her I said good luck. He’s in one of those moods today.” And with that, Augustine exited the deck, leaving Vardi alone.