The mere glance from the towering sandwich caused Ahnciel to shy back a step before realizing he was being asked his name once more. Being called something else in the place of his free name seemed unfitting, and he reluctantly complied with the understanding that the humans likely wouldn't understand his full title, anyway...it changed so often that he was curious what it might now be, but only time would tell. "I am zee former 'Lucern-Eight', head science officer of zee fleet ouf thirteen vinters' agent errent...'No Sky to Dark'..." he began with his introduction, making sure all could hear his declaration which was mostly a lie. In the time that he spend on board the hunter's ship, he was mostly unconscious from injury or having odd meetings with the captain who was frequently apologetic. Rightly so. "My name iz Ahnciel Oh Seven Four..." he concluded before adding simply, "Ahnciel, if you vill"

The scavengers were uncomprehending of Ahnciel's list of organizations and terms. Nevertheless, the man said, finally:

"No can do on doing without the scan, we don't want people blowing up the station. Unless of course, your new pals can take responsibility for the station's safety." A glare directed at everyone. "Will you guys take responsibility for the station not blowing up, then?"

"As for the flight recorder, we still want that."

"I certainly will. In any case, Mr. Cyborg... I will only give you what you want if you allow me to take that ...creature?... off your hands. I apologize, but that's not negotiable. I'm technically breaking a social contract even agreeing to show you my primary employers' location; I usually pride myself on that, and all this is bending the rules as far as they'll go. I do hope you understand?"

Jericho was obviously serious, it was quite unlikely he'd take 'no' as an answer, at least not without resentment. Whatever he was, it was likely obvious to Reuben he could pose a threat.

The Scanevgers were annoyingly insistent on retaining the flight recorder, and Reuben decided he had had enough of it. Quickly he pulled Ahnciel in front of him, switching the grip on him to his shoulder and using his left hand rather than his right, and his wrist opened up a small hole from which a cable descended and attached to the recorder. After a few moments to download ints contents he retracted the data syphon and tossed the flight recorder to the scavengers' now done with the object.. He was releived to finally have something to call Ahnciel, no longer needing too refer to him as 'organic life form'. He did not get the number, but he supposed it was similar in nature to his bodies model number, [color=ed1c24]"-AS AHNCIEL IS IN MY CUSTODY I WILL MAKE CERTAIN HE IS UNABLE TO DO ANY DAMAGE TO THE STATION-"[/color] Then, the 'count' spoke up again.

The Count was the only legitimate threat in the area to Reuben, meaning his 'deals' carried a certain weight behind them. Could Reuben beat him? Possibly, maybe even likely but not without sustaining real damage. He again ran data through his mind, weighing his options. could he find Par on his own? Was Jericho needed? Was Ahnciel needed? As usual conflicitng directives needed resolving, and quickly, [color=ed1c24]"-SOCIETY OF STEEL: STEEL RANGER DIRECTIVE 28945.9, SUB-ARTICLE 38471: ORGANIC LIFEFORMS ARE NOT PROPERTY, THESE ARE THE BELIEFS AND PRACTICES OF THE INFERIOR SPHINX DOMINATION, A STEEL RANGER SHALL UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES TRADE ORGANIC, SENTIENT LIFE AS PROPERTY UNLESS UNDER DIRECT ORDERS FROM A DIRECT SUPERIOR WITHIN THE RANGERS.-"[/color], he looked back at Jericho now before continuing, 

[color=ed1c24]"-I AM UNABLE TO AQUIECE TO YOUR OFFER AS THIS DIRECTIVE DIRECTLY PREVENTS ME FROM VIOLATING THE BASIC RIGHTS OF AHNCIEL AS A SENTIENT BEING. HOWEVER, I MUST INSIST YOU TAKE ME TO PAR RAPIDS IMMEDIATELY, THE SOCIETY HAS BUSINESS WITH HIM. AHNCIEL WILL ACCOMPANY ME AS HE IS IN MY CUSTODY."[/color], he gripped Ahnciel defensively, pulling the small creature closer in case Jericho was the sort of trader to take things by force.

It brought Ahnciel a small sense of satisfaction to see the confusion flash across the faces of the scavengers, and though his heart sank at the refusal of the request to be left alone, the human 'Jericho' vouched for him before apparently forgetting he'd just introduced himself by referring to the science officer as 'creature'. All of the politics and squabbling was vastly uninteresting and it made the aylv wonder all the more where the superiors were while this was all taking place. He was certain none of this would be happening if he had access to his armaments since his first move would be to incapacitate the scavengers and [i]demand[/i] to be taken to whoever ran the human vessel.

He was snapped out of this trance as he was swung in front of the cyborg and watched as the black box was tapped. In a small panic, he reached for the object, intent on destroying it himself and accepting whatever consiquence could come from disposing of [i]his[/i] property. With over a foot of height and arms length as a disadvantage, he was unable to reach the box from where he was held before it was tossed to the scavengers. Following the box, Ahnciel was almost pulled over by the grip of the metal hands. "Iz [i]my[/i] property! Not some commodity!" he barked, squirming in frustration to slip from Reuben's hold before being pulled close. Small hands went to the hand to pry at the fingers, reconsidering biting at the plating before remembering the effectiveness of the shiv.

More laughter from the scavengers, before Count Jericho would recieve a reminder:

[i]Mr. Hut has been surprisingly amenable thanks to your agreement to hunt down Benjamin Tops, but now he's asking if you've recieved any information on his security? - Par.[/i]

Jericho, loving how destiny apparently smiled upon him, turned his phone towards Reuben as proof. "See that? Name any familiar? In any case... I don't want him as a slave; the opposite if anything. ...Ahnciel, as he calls himself, is simply extremely interesting to me on multiple levels."

Jericho slowly and surely said the rest, doing his damnedest to convince the tin man.
"I'd just like to have a private conversation with him before you do whatever it is you plan on doing with him. Allow me this, and I'll show you where little Mr. Par himself is. Is that acceptable?"

Reuben looked at the small device held in front of him, the text appeared to suggest Par Rapids had sent the message and Reuben had no reason to refute it. Again however, he had to think, weigh the pros and cons of accepting thhe now explained offer by 'Count' Jericho. He looked back at the large human, [color=ed1c24]"-IF THIS IS YOUR INTENTION, THEN IT IS UP TO AHNCIEL AS TO WHETHER OR NOT SUCH A REQUEST IS AMIABLE.-"[/color], he looked down at the small dog-human creature, [color=ed1c24]"-COUNT JERICHO REQUESTS THAT HE BE ABLE TO HAVE A CONFIDENTIAL CONVERSATION WITH YOU. DO YOU HAVE A DESIRE TO ALLOW HIM THIS OR DO YOU REFUSE.-[/color], he awaited Ahnciel's response.

Ahnciel stood up on the tip of his toes to catch a glimpse of what was on the screen before it was taken away. He was mildly relieved that the topic of slavery was off the table since it was already bad enough to be fought over. Still, if not ownership, then what were the two so interested in him for? The meeting with the one named 'Jericho' seemed like a good enough opportunity to get answers, himself. "Y..yeh, jeh..." he agreed, mostly looking forward to being released. "I vill hold palaver vith...Jericho? As he calls himself" he continued, hesitating with the name in a manner to openly tease the man.

The scavengers sighed, and the woman spoke:

"Just go already," waving the two off. And with that, it was probably time for the group to depart.

Charles Harris and Rudolph Pendrick would see all of this, but not be able to interfere...

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