Where's your Jacket?



A smoke-filled bar filled with several Guristas Pirates. Two men in their mid-30s sit in a booth drinking beer. KAAL is showing SAITO his data pad.

KAAL - Look at those numbers Si! Those State salaries don’t even compare to the scrip we’re making now.

SAITO - Right, we’d most likely still be in the brig with your antics.

K - Hey, what’s that su’pose to mea…

S - You know

K (laughing) – Ha, yeah, I know. Now we get paid more if I do cause a scene. So, what should we do with all this honest cash?

He trails off as CLEMENTINE enters wearing a Guristas jacket. She sits at the bar and orders a drink.

K (with distain) - Would you look at that.

S - Look at what?

K- Her with the jacket. Who in the spirts does she think she is?

S - Cut it out Kaal, she’s just here to make some money, just like us.

K - She’s not just like us. What is it you said about ‘em?

K (Mimicking Saito’s voice) - They’re just whack jobs with a death wish.

S- I don’t say that. Besides, would you rather them shoot at us?

K - No!

He pauses, rubbing his chin.

K - ‘Course not. But it’s not my point. My point being they come in all high a mighty, put on a jacket and think they’re one of us. It’s not that simple.

S - It was for us, wasn’t it? I mean we just went AWOL, stole a shuttle, full speed burnt up here to find work.

K - No way man! We told the State to do one and fought tooth and nail be here. Like really put the work in.

He sits up, narrowing his eyes.

K - Hey, why are you defending this so much? You don’t normally care much beyond the number of digits on the pay check?

S - I’m not.

Saito shrugs, looking more intently at the newcomer.

S - Just leave it Kaal. How ‘bout we enjoy our beers yeah?

K - Hey Si, where’s your jacket?

He looks Saito up and down and then towards Clementine, then back to Saito.

K - No effing way. You didn’t?!

S (lowering his voice) - I said leave it Kaal, I mean it.

K (Laughing) - That explains that huh?

He downs his beer and while still holding it between two fingers, raises both hands up openly.

K - No judgement, I swear. Who you sleep with is your own choice, bad idea or otherwise. You want another?

S - Sure.



Kaal makes his way the bar. Slouching heavily on the bar counter next to the Clementine.

KAAL (Growling) - So, where’d you get that lovely jacket girly?

Clementine remains silent looking straight ahead as she drinks.

K - I asked you a question egger. Who do you think you are coming into a place like this wearing that that jacket? Think you can just daytrip over and play make believe. Think you’re some hard-ass pirate huh?

CLEMENTINE - How about you bugger off before you hurt yourself.

K - Bah! Like you could do anything. Now take it off before YOU get hurt.

Kaal goes to reach for her shoulder but as he does Clementine swivels on her stool to throw a punch. It connects with his face causing Kaal to stumble back. He then swings back, the punch lands but it’s not clean as Clementine rolls with the momentum. She drops and sweeps Kaal’s legs from under him, causing him to fall onto his back. She presses a knee to his chest. She produces a scalpel-shaped fixed blade knife with a jet-black handle. There is a lasered inscription on the blade proper reading “REMILIA MALITIA”. She presses it to his neck.

C - I don’t pretend anymore.

Clementine gets up and walks out of the bar, leaving Kaal still on the floor rubbing his neck.