The savage strike whipped her head to one side, the red hand print blooming high on Viva’s already bruised cheek and splitting her lip against her teeth, a raised scratch where the woman’s nail had snagged against her skin. 
[i]"Y'alright Vee?" he asked, daring to cast his eyes in her direction, but not moving his head too far lest he get beaten too.[/i]
“Peachy,” Viva sneered and spat blood to the floor- mostly from the bloody nose she’d had earlier, but it certainly expressed her feelings of the moment well enough. The brute then grabbed a hard handful of her hair and pressed the flat of his blade coldly against her throat, the razor edge a warning sting to accompany the pain on her scalp.  

[i]He gritted his teeth, it was all he could do to stop himself lashing out and getting them all shot. He looked over at Viva and willed her eyes to meet his, he was trying to talk to her with his eyes, to tell her that he was bluffing and that everything he would say was a lie to buy them time, a gamble to get them out of this. He didn't mean a thing. She had to play along but know he didn't mean it. 
"You're right, I already lost Val ...and what use is just one twin huh? It's like a bike with one fucking wheel,”[/i]

“Заткнись вам мать!” Viva snarled at him. So much for the ‘concern’, if the bastard was going to gamble with her life then why’d he even bother. With all the bullshit coming out of his mouth it was a wonder the woman hadn't shut him up yet... maybe she was just happy to listen to the idiot dig his own grave, the smug smile on the whoremistress’s face sure gave that impression. 

"Tell you what, I can cut you a deal, how about 60/40? You know how much Nth we have, 60% is a hefty chunk and we've already done most of the work, you can't get a better deal than that." He hoped it would pay off, it had to pay off he had no other options left.[/i]

“My my,” Naomi laughed throatily, her voice cruel, “You are quite the chatty one aren't you. If you are going to blather on so, it should be what I want to hear... But that would require you to [b]listen[/b]...” The blonde woman trailed off sharply, her eyes darting to the hall between her hostages.

“Taggart.” Naomi commanded sharply, but her head muscle was already on the move
Three great strides and the man snagged the dark haired doctor roughly by the scruff, throwing him down the hall to land in a pile at his mistresses feet. 

“Well now. What do we have here,” Ms Dybbuk mused, the whine of a plasma pistol repriming cutting through the air as the man holding Noah freed up one of his hands to level his weapon at the new threat. 

“The boy Crux’s body is not yet cold and you’ve already gone and replaced him have you...” Sliding silkily off her seat, Naomi knelt down to grab Lior by the chin, examining his aristocratic features,  and carding her hand through his mussed hair, “That is a surprise, I must say. It takes a truly heartless individual to cast aside bonds so easily... I should know, but I didn’t think you were the type to be so insensitive after losing a ‘brother’ after all...”

“But then again...”She smiled prettily as her gentle hands turned mean, gripping his hair and pulling his head back to expose his neck and putting the doctor into an extremely vulnerable position. Her free hand grazing her nails down his throat and the hickies barely concealed by his collar, “Perhaps ‘brotherhood’ wasn’t exactly what you had in mind to replace.”

Valko frowned from his position on the gurney, his mirth at taking the flustered doctor off balance cut short as the sounds coming from the cargobay slowly permeated his drug addled mind. They were not the right sort of sounds that he should be hearing- A woman’s voice that was not his sisters, and a familiar electric sound that was slowly but surely pressing alarm buttons in his brain. It took a moment but eventually it clicked... And Valko grinned.

They had unwelcome company.