"BULLSHIT", Marid screamed almost as soon as he logged in.
[System: Attention Marid your ship carries only <13%> of its food capacity, due to
Looking at Lekemia, "why the hell did we dump all our food?", was the captain daft or did a mutiny break out?, "we had 27 percent food cargo when I checked yesterday", some questions were better left unasked.
"We looted the Molechin guildhouse yesterday remember?", nodding because he was there, "then we had a party on the ship?", he logged off when it started but nodded again, "that party was to get rid of rations", the gritty crap some Players liked was definitely not for him so he shook his head, "to let everyone fill their personal inventory with ration packs", the truth started dawning on him, "do you have anything at all?"
Not wanting her pity warred with his very real hunger, "nothing", he could cry, "I wanted to get more loot faster so I emptied everything except fighting gear", apparently checking the ship cargo twice isn't enough in a campaign like this.
"You can have two of mine if you promise not to embarass me and beg for more", looking serious, "as our squad leader it was my job to check everyone", she passed her eyes on the nodding squad members, "and missing you was my fuckup so I own it", then her eyes froze him in his place, "but if you go poach even from others in the squad I will plank your sorry fat ass myself".
Gulping, he nodded and accepted the rations from her, "how long before we go to empty our haul?", it was a reasonable question but she glared at him.
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"We meet the loot barges in five days", looking over the rail, "that guild got us stuck here for too long before it finally cracked", looking to the front, "the fleet moved on", shaking her black curles, "now even with how slow the barges are moving we can't catch them before the bay"
"Is the campaign really that far ahead?", looking to the front as well, "I thought the plan put us at the bay three weeks from now".
"The resistance from the alliance is too weak for our new weapons and tactics", hoping she didn't believe it, "or they set a trap for us at the bay with the lizards' support in absolute numbers", was far more likely.
After eating breakfast of half a ration, Marid joined his work crew for the shift, untangling ropes, lines and grapples was not the worst work on the ship and lunch came by quickly.
"Smart" his partner who'se name he forgot said, indicating his half ration, "no need to go hungry because of dumb mechanics", sighing, "I wish it didn't come as such a surprise though", biting his own half.
"Didn't you check the cargo balance yesterday?", Marid asked the seemingly sad Player.
"I did", looking at his half eaten half ration, "and then I logged in and the mechanics was already in effect".
"You should pay more attention next time when there is a party", the Player looked surprised when Marid got whacked on the head by something so heavy it made him dizzy, before he could protest someone dragged him aside to a dark secluded spot between the mast and deckhead.
"Are you fucking stupid?", Lekemia hissed, "do you want to get shanked?", slapping him with her fan turned his head, "you just told someone you have more food than them on a half rations voyage you imbecile", shaking her head, "I should let the boson ram you but apparently I am too kind hearted", stabbing his chest, "give me your loot and rations now", she hissed, "I will keep them for you until rhey realise killing you gets them nothing", thinking for a second, "all your gear too"
Shaking his head he wanted to protest but she was his boss, got him the easy jobs and fed him this morning, will other Players really shank him for rations?