[color=papayawhip]The conference room was starting to become a little stuffy and boring as nobody spoke. Taka's eyes flittered around as she leaned back back into the pleasant chair, not quite fit for a princess, but comfortable nonetheless. She fiddled with her goggles, adjusting nothing really, and smoothed out her jumpsuit. The door let out a soft "hish" as it opened and another prisoner was shuffled in. He was a tall one, handsome even. He could give Mr.Suave-faced a run for his money.

"[color=9e0b0f]Well well well,[/color]" he announced, taking his seat. His eyes narrowed sharply as he looked at the rest of them, perhaps more so at two in particular. Taka shot another glance to the broody looking fella, and the woman next to him. They sure seemed popular, and not in the good kind of way. "[color=9e0b0f]Don't stop the conversation for my sake, guys, please.[/color]"

Taka yawned, letting the line drop off into nothingness as everybody shifted, but remained silent. There were a lot of angry glares going around the table though. [color=seagreen]"If looks could kill,"[/color] She muttered, [color=seagreen]"We'd be unstoppable."[/color] The door let out another breath as a smaller, docile looking prisoner was herded in with the rest of them. The small woman smiled grandly, Taka liked that, so she smiled back just as big. Everybody here was so... doom and gloom.

[b][color=87CEFA]"Okay, I'll start."[/color][/b] She said through her smile as she hopped up into a seat, Taka refrained from giggling at the fact that the woman's feet didn't touch the floor, [b][color=87CEFA]"My name is Henri and I'm an alcoholic."[/color][/b]

Taka cocked her head to the side, Alcoholic's Anonymous? She looked at Hardy in surprise, who answered her with a squint and a slight shake of the head. Oh, she was being funny. Taka giggled. The door opened yet again, [color=seagreen]"Did you invite everybody Hardy, or what?"[/color] She asked, watching the newest addition to their gathering walk in.

Barely a second went by before one-arm leaned forward, [color=hotpink]"Henri, eh? That wouldn't happen to be [i]the[/i] Henrietta... Henrietta... Lawson, I wanna say. Was it Lawson? Something like that. Daughter of some Black Star asshole, yeah? Went by some dumbass name like 'The Mechanic'?"[/color] 

[color=seagreen]"I didn't know Star's had those,"[/color] Taka murmured through a quiet chuckle.

This one had a fancy mask one, but didn't have much else that stood out about him. Taka couldn't decide if his nickname should be "helmet bro", or "thick head". Wait, his hands. Black, with steel spots. There had only every been one being in the galaxy she'd met with that kind of skin, somebody from long ago. Her heart panged as repressed memories tried to bubble to the surface. He stopped in the doorway, scanning the room, and pausing on her. It couldn't be, could it? He moved slowly to his seat, perhaps Taka had imagined the pause.

“Welcome to the table, Mr. Maxamillian," Hardy began, "I’m sure you’ll find your fellow inmates here good for some conversation, they’ve been quite talkative up until this point.” The Warden spoke.

Helmet stared at the table as he responded, [color=silver]”I’m sure they have, sir.”[/color] Taka blatantly stared at him, looking for any tells to his character. How long had it been since she'd seen Max? About twenty-six years, give or take. There's no way it could be, the chances seemed so slim, she thought he was living a nice squishy life with some humans or something. That was the last time she'd ever seen him.

[color=SlateBlue]"Come on guys, I said I didn't want a big party this year..."[/color]

[color=seagreen]"Holy shit!"[/color] Taka exclaimed, she hadn't even noticed the... what the fuck was it, Lanun? Walk in.

[color=hotpink]"Well, we splurged anyways. Brought out the shiniest toys, just for you, Princess."[/color] One-arm said, the flirt.

[b][color=87CEFA]"I'm a big fan, Ghost."[/color][/b] Little Henri said. Taka agreed, the Lanun was definitely a ghost.

[color=seagreen]"Woah hold on, I'm the princess got it?"[/color] Taka started, standing up. A guard cleared his throat loudly, tapping his fingers in succession across his weapon, [color=seagreen]"Erromiyfaa'ciy ghos a'o,"[/color] Taka muttered in her native tongue, trying to stare vehemently at both the guard and Mr.I'm-So-Suave.

Hardy took this as his cue and stood the spot light, figuratively of course. Really he only reiterated what they all new, but in a grander way. He had a way of talking them up, while talking them down at the same time. It was like, a pleasant insult. Taka didn't mind though, Hardy was always nice to her, and gave her presents. She liked presents. He introduced his friend, Mr.White, who proceeded to let out some long winded explanation of why they were there. At least they knew finally, but Taka may have missed a couple bits. Long speeches weren't her thing, naps were.

Freedom? Well, false freedom really, more like trained dogs. But the deal sounded good to her, it was better than the chair. Besides, dogs got to run around in the yard, got toys, food, and petted all the time. 

[color=a36209]"Fuck the Federation. I'd rather die than work for you scum,"[/color] The brooding one spat, he looked ready to chew his own leg off than sit when master said "sit". His loss.

[color=fff79a]"You're not working for the Federation, Mr. Bowman, you're working [i]with[/i] us. We simply provide you with missions and many benefits, you will never have to speak to Federation personal. You aren't listed as one, as far as the public knows you are all locked in this facility instead of fighting for the greater good. This is not an opportunity to throw away as something like it will never come up again,"[/color]

[color=hotpink]"Let me get this straight, Mr. White -can I call you Gabe? You just gathered up eight of the biggest assholes on this entire moon-jail, and you're going to give us a ship, armor, guns, freedom, and more importanly booze -all with no supervision? I know you Fed guys are supposed to be dumb, but [i]come on![/i] Tell me you see the problem with that plan, cupcake. What's the catch? This shit always comes with some fine print, hidden terms and conditions, whatever. Save me the suspense, what is gonna bite us in the ass when we say yes?"[/color] One-arm said, bring a few valid points to the table. Taka felt the answer was obvious, when you had a dog that might turn on its master, you put a shock color on it. Taka blushed slightly, remembering a time that involved shock collars and..

[color=ff0000]"What is our incentive for compliance? The Federation isn't foolish. They need a system to ensure that we continue to fulfill missions, rather than rebel and go back to our more natural veins of crime,"[/color] The amber-eyed beauty put in.

[color=seagreen]"They seem pretty foolish to me, "[/color] Taka said, sticking her tongue out at Hardy. He only gave her a fatherly smile in return, before promptly going back to ignoring her.

[b][color=87CEFA]"I'm sorry Mr. White,"[/color][/b] Little Henri started, her words dripping with sweetness, [b][color=87CEFA]"But I see no reason for me to take up this offer. I've barely three years left to serve. Why should I put myself in the line of fire for the Federation?"[/color][/b]

"Miss Larrson,"  Mr. White answered with the suavest of smiles, he was definitely on another level compared to one-arm, "You may currently be incarcerated on [i]relatively[/i] minor charges." He looked at the rest of them as he spoke, Taka was about to object... but then again she did blow up an entire space station. She sighed at the memory, it was so pretty too. Mr.White turn back to Henri, "But the Federation has reason to suspect you've been acting as freelance mercenary for some time. I seem to recall your name mentioned in regards to some stolen weaponry which was sold to the Andorians. Weaponry which led to wide spread destruction across Federation protected planets. One might call that an act of war, Miss Larrson... You may want to rethink your involvement in this program."

Well, that seemed to put the small woman in her place. Did Mr.White know everything? 'He's so cool,' Taka thought to herself.

[color=silver]”Okay, Mr. White, let me repeat what I gathered from what you said, and you tell me if I have this wrong..."[/color] Helmet began, or was it truly max? She listened, a bit more attentively, nodding at some points.

[color=seagreen]"That's exactly it, attack dogs, I've been saying that this whole time.."[/color] Taka paused, [color=seagreen]"Er, well thinking it. A dog on a leash is free to roam the yard, but he's still on a leash. But I think the question on everybody's mind is-"[/color]

The door opened, and a literal monster stepped into the room, [color=seagreen]"Holy Shit a dragon!"[/color] Taka said, a bit startled. She'd never really run into many Gorgas, which was just a fancy term for 'actual dragons'. This one was wrapped up like a present in chains and metal, but he didn't roar or make the others tremble in fear or anything. Obviously it was for her, every princess should have a dragon, but she honestly wasn't sure if she wanted it. She cleared her throat, turning back to Hardy, [color=seagreen]"So, the real question here is, Do I get to explode things? Because I've definitely noticed a severe lack of blowing shit up since my incarceration."[/color]

"Princess, we both know who blew up the toilet in your previous cell," Hardy said sternly, his petrifying gaze leveled directly on her.

[color=seagreen]"Dah.. well, you see Hardy-"[/color]

"It was not a coalition of Rats, Princess," Hardy said, interrupting her. Taka frowned, the hint of a pout on her face, as she leaned back in silence. She didn't want to anger Hardy.[/color]