Her ship, The Marque, was safely docked in Granderia bay under the disguise of a humble cargo transporter named E-Z-Shippers. The title was quickly made the joke of the day when her girl's had found it amusing to refer to them as "easy". The teased it should have been called E-Z-Movers and Shakers. The captain had frowned upon the jokes, but what was she to do? Kill her staff? It was tempting at times, but then she'd be without anyone to do her dirty work. Besides, she wasn't all that great at repairs. That job was for Ms. Mink—who had grown into the habit of calling the ship hers. This irritated Ethaldra greatly, but at least put her blood and spit into keeping the Marque healthy. Speaking of…
Mink bounced over to her captain, pulling a squeaky cart behind her packed with junk, "Madam Capt'an!"
"What is all this?" Elthadra wasn't going to make this easy, as she knew sure enough it was supplies for the Marque, and must have cost a fortune. Mink flushed, taking a step back as she watched that dangerous look roll into Elthadra's eyes. "I-it's for The Marque. It'll keep her happy. I've got sealant, wires, chips, the works! Booster packs too."
"Booster packs, 'eh?" The Undead Captain crossed her arms, a smirk crawling over her pouty lips, "Well then, you better go install that's sucker."
"Huh?" Mink frowned, glancing at her stack of goodies, "It's buried under all this stuff! Besides, it's not like we're being chased."
"Not yet," Elthadra cackled—a true, hearty cackle. She turned on her heels, heading for the planks leading up to the Marque. Mink gasped before she was swept into a full throttle panic, trying to pull the heavy cart of goods behind her, "You didn't!"
"I knew you'd spend us poor, babe," she winked at her ignorant, yet cutely ignorant, underling. Her eyes lit up with pleasure seeing the other three girls in full sprint with the sirens and police of Granderia on their tails.
"Mink, what're you doing just standing around?" Mira scolded, passing her by, allowing Mink to struggle with the load of gears, equipment and more. The police were no more than a few blocks away now, and all Elthadra did was laugh to see the technician panic.
"You better hurry up or we're leaving your cute butt." She shouted to the young girl. It was Staria who turned around, threw Mink onto the horde of metallic goods and pushed the cart up the plank just in time as it closed up. Alarms began to echo around the ship, but Elthaldra was slow to take her seat at the wheel.
"Pop those boosters in, Mink." She ordered and the pink-haired chick gasped, falling off the stack of supplies, "Y-yes ma'am!" She snagged one of the boosters, dropping several items meanwhile.
"Oops," She fretted, picking them up. Nira was at her side, "Nevermind that, just hurry up!"
"Yes ma'am!"
Ethaldra cackled that joyous cackle, "Marque, blast off in one…"
Mink synced the rear system with the booster pack.
"…two…"
Next she booted up the system, which ate up the booster energy like candy, "Ready, ma'am!"
"Three!!!"
The Marque blasted from the dock, igniting explosives as it did, obliterating any surrounding dangers. The jolt was so powerful, many of the boxes, supplies and girl went flying. Lucien braced herself, but Nira was sent flying to Staria.
"Just what kind of booster did you buy?!" Lucien growled at Mink, in spite of being grateful for the quick escape. Mink was so jolted she couldn't even respond. Ethaldra could only hope the girls stole enough goods to cover Mink's spending habits. But this trip was about more than just money or supplies, but something more the captain's speed.
"Nira," She called, not looking away from her window, displaying the vast sea of stars, "Get me the main cargo." Nira nodded, getting off the blond, "Yes ma'am."
"M-main cargo?" Mink asked, reclaiming her balance. Ethladra winked, "A girl's got to have some fun."
Nira found her way back to the cargo chamber and shuffled through boxes, bags, and junk when she reached the body—which was supposed to be the young girl they kidnapped but instead was adult man. The Drow's heart leaped into her throat, "W-who the bloody heck are you?!"