To the ship? Yeah. Off-planet? Eh, that depends on your definition of trouble...

You and Sera make your way to the shipyard, Sera gabbing on and on about how the Junk Moon is such a classless place and the people here are barbarians and so on and so forth. You tune her out as you lug her heavy suitcases along, wondering if she's packed scrap metal in these things instead of clothes with how big and heavy they are. You're just considering tossing them and telling the Raxasian where she can shove them when you reach the shipyard and your ship.

"Thisss isss your ssship?", Sera asks with incredulity as you lower the landing ramp, the Raxasian giving a sniff of disdain as she looks your ship over, "Can it even fly?"

You, again, have to clench your teeth and bite your tongue against the words you'd like to say and instead say, "Yep. She sure can. Better than most, actually. You ain't gonna get a better ride than this one."

She looks to you and gives a soft scoffing laugh. "I sssomehow doubt that.", she says as she lifts her dress so that the skirt will not drag on the floor as she steps up onto the ramp and into the ship proper.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you will be getting paid in credits and profuse amounts of pussy from Evie and her girls when this is all over so that you don't take your pistol out and brain the Raxasian with it. "This'll be worth it, in the long run. It will.", you murmur to yourself as you lug her baggage up the ramp, "At least it damn well better be."

You enter the cargo bay and see Sera looking around with eyes wide and something you could swear is a smile on her face. You find yourself stunned by that and drop her suitcases in surprise. The sound causes Sera to jump and she turns to you, her smile disappearing and her eyes narrowing as she recovers her look of haughtiness and disdain as she looks at you. The expression changed so quick that you think you must have imagined a look of anything but unrelenting bitchiness on her face.

"Hmmph. I sssuppossse it will do, dirty and ssshabby though it may be.", Sera says and you bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hurt as you pick up her suitcases again and start to lead the way out of the cargo bay and towards one of the empty cabins.

"C'mon, your fancy-ness. Lemme show ya where you're gonna bed down while you're here.", you say and she follows you, even as she pulls a lacy handkerchief from the front of her dress (assumedly from between her breasts) and holds it to the front of her face where the two slits that were here nostrils were as though she were warding off an offensive smell.

You are quick to take her to her room, a basic single bunkroom, and drop her bags off. You hear her start to say something snide about the state of the room, but you are quick to cut her off by telling her you have to make preparations for launch and that she should make herself comfortable. She acquiesces in her haughty way, but you don't stick around to hear her agreement as you really just want to be out of there as quick as possible.

That being the case, you are quick to close up the ship and then head to the cockpit to start up the engines and get things rolling. You try not to feel a sense of vindictive pleasure in leaving behind the majority of Sera's baggage on the Junk Moon, but you fail to take the high road as you chuckle wickedly to yourself as you ignite the engines and the ship rises up from the ground. You guide the ship up and out of the Junk Moon's atmosphere, clearing the murky cloud cover and debris surrounding the scrapyard of a moon in an instant and heading out to open space beyond.

"What isss the meaning of thisss?!", you hear the angry hiss of Sera from behind you and you grin to yourself at that, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you continue to idly adjust your heading.

"Oh, Sera, glad you're here. I was just gonna come lookin' for ya so you could tell me where exactly we're headed. Need coordinates if we're gonna get where we're gettin'.", you say to her in a casual tone, pointedly ignoring her obvious anger and, in doing so, angering her more.

"We ssshould not be going anywhere! The ressst of my bagsss have not arrived! I need my thingsss.", she demands of you, her pink scales flushed red and her tail swishing back and forth in agitation.

"Oh, yeah. I thought I forgot somethin'.", you say with a lopsided grin as you stand up from your seat and turn towards her with a shrug, "Ah, well. I think you got enough stuff, don't you? Bein' a bit materialistic, don'tcha think?"

"Why you missserable, wretched barbarian! You planned to abandon my thingsss from the beginning, didn't you?", she hisses as she stomps to you and winds back one of her slender arms in a telltale preparation to slap you (an action you're quite familiar with).

Her hand flies towards you, but you reach up and catch her wrist before her hand can impact with your flesh. She moves to pull her hand back from you, but you hold it tight. Though she is durable and perhaps stronger than the average human female due to her race, she is still smaller and slighter than you and you have quite a bit more muscle built up from your hard living than she does from her noble life. You hold her fast easily enough and she hisses at you in anger as she continues to try and tug her wrist from your grasp.

"You brute! Unhand me! I demand it! Unhand me now!", she yells at you.