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All Oliver has to do is convince enough people that they shouldn't do it. Then no one will have to kill anyone! Simple! :D
@Dblade26 on your next post, would you mind just moving Nazca and Khan to Koren and Jayda? Just so every one is synced up.
|~17:42-17:49 GST~|
|~Nazca, Prison Complex~|
|~Nazca, Prison Complex~|
"I have plenty of finesse Koren. It just so happens it'd be useless here with the Sith, so I decided 'fuck it'. Finesse just isn't as much fun." She smirked at the older Jedi before turning to the Red Sith. "Too late you dumb piece of Gunsos. She's already decided to start experiments. But at least when I die I will never have whored myself out for power." She made a rude gesture at Corr with her robotic hand, muttering more curses under her breath as he left. She lowered herself down, sitting back down on the ground with her back against the bed frame. For a few moments she dozed off, having nothing better to do with her time since Nyiss didn't deliver anything to occupy themselves with. Then she heard a familiar beeping sound and Khan talking. Her eyes snapped open and she glanced over. "Yeah, I can speak robot. Well, understand it. And I can understand that insulting little bastard very well."
Nazca clambered to her feet once more and made her way over to Navi and Khan. She listened to Navi's beeps and and whistles for a bit. "Okay, that was just uncalled for, you little bastard." She smiled as she said it, before turning to Khan. "The annoying little gunsos wants you to hide him under your shirt, I can't since I'm missing my shirt, which was a bloody mess anyways, and take him to the bunk. From there he'll sneak way. While we play patty cakes or something to cover him." She raised an eyebrow at the Echani, suddenly uncertain if he knew patty cakes. "You do know how to play patty cake? Slap hand? Any games that will keep us occupied so that Navi, Xid's droid, can sneak by? Also, when Koren gets back I might need your help to go get to him if you won't mind."
Hector could only raise an eyebrow at their latest arrival. Everything about him seemed a tad...flashy (granted, Hector himself was still in his desert garb and that wasn't exactly subtle either). From the way he dressed and acted to the way he talked. Regardless, he smiled and introduced himself to the flamboyant knight. "Hector. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir Oliver." Then, much to Hector's surprise, they started to get up and leave the quiet and, as far as Hector was aware, secure tavern. And they were on a dock.
I got a bad feeling about this. He thought worriedly, standing up and following the group out. As expected on the only port town in all of Vrent, it was bustling with activity and people. Not that that concerned him. So long as he stayed as close as he could to their group, he wouldn't be lost in the crowd of giants. Unfortunately, his plan meant that he wasn't aware of where they were headed until it was far to late. Rather than heading towards a nice, abandoned, solid in the earth, warehouse, or something that was an equivalent, they were headed towards the sea. What's worse, they were headed towards a boat on the sea. Hector visibly paled, and cursed under his breath.
Boats. I hate boats. And the sea. And the motion of the sea. Why did I agree to a meeting on a port town of all places? They got on the boat, Hector's stomach already roiling and turning. "I hate boats. We'd better be getting paid up front for this." He groaned as they began to move out into the center of the bay and he tried to hold his breakfast in. Puking in front of his new employer wouldn't be a good way to make a first impression. On the other hand, the odds of him not puking were drastically decreasing the longer he was on this stupid boat. Things were made marginally better when money, and a lot of it judging from the looks on everyone's face. Hector, judging himself stable enough to not vomit, carefully leaned back from over the side of the boat and checked his pouch. "My my. You really do want to keep us silent." He muttered, looking up at his new employer.
Then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly, an incredulous laugh escaping him. A joke. Surely. He'll tell us the real job in a brief moment. He became reassured that the man wasn't joking when Sir Oliver's protest went on, quickly followed by Bakk and Ren's announcements. And still no revelation it was a joke came. Well. He is paying a lot of money. And it would be a lovely challenge. Especially with this...finesse lacking group. Fuck it. I'm in. But our good knight appears to be out.
Once everyone was done talking Hector, still leaning closely towards the side of the boat and looking decidedly nauseated, spoke. "If he's not going to participate in the theft, we should kill him. If he's a noble knight he might feel it his duty to notify the Speakers that we're going to try to steal the most highly prized religious relic in all of Vrent. If he's a greedy knight, despite his claims, he might realize there's a nice, safe, way to get a lovely reward from the Speakers by turning us in. If either of those happens, the Speakers will doubtlessly visit your tavern first, then the boat owner, and then you. We'll all be executed or worse, and he'll walk away richer and safer than ever. Even if he doesn't talk, the Speakers catch wind of this they'll start looking for anyone who can tell them information."
"Unless he's planning on running back to Gallowmere or somewhere far away, they'll likely find him, torture him, and then make him tell them everything he knows. If we kill him, and let his body sink to the bottom of the sea, we have nothing to worry about." Hector gave a slightly apologetic shrug to Sir Oliver. "No offense, Sir Knight. You surely understand business. Of course, if enough of our group don't want to join this venture, we have nothing to worry about, for there won't be enough of us to even attempt this theft." Hector leaned back over his side of the boat, his stomach roiling, breathing in and out deeply. Don't vomit, don't vomit, don't vomit.
"Now for the love of the Gods can we get of this damned boat?"
I got a bad feeling about this. He thought worriedly, standing up and following the group out. As expected on the only port town in all of Vrent, it was bustling with activity and people. Not that that concerned him. So long as he stayed as close as he could to their group, he wouldn't be lost in the crowd of giants. Unfortunately, his plan meant that he wasn't aware of where they were headed until it was far to late. Rather than heading towards a nice, abandoned, solid in the earth, warehouse, or something that was an equivalent, they were headed towards the sea. What's worse, they were headed towards a boat on the sea. Hector visibly paled, and cursed under his breath.
Boats. I hate boats. And the sea. And the motion of the sea. Why did I agree to a meeting on a port town of all places? They got on the boat, Hector's stomach already roiling and turning. "I hate boats. We'd better be getting paid up front for this." He groaned as they began to move out into the center of the bay and he tried to hold his breakfast in. Puking in front of his new employer wouldn't be a good way to make a first impression. On the other hand, the odds of him not puking were drastically decreasing the longer he was on this stupid boat. Things were made marginally better when money, and a lot of it judging from the looks on everyone's face. Hector, judging himself stable enough to not vomit, carefully leaned back from over the side of the boat and checked his pouch. "My my. You really do want to keep us silent." He muttered, looking up at his new employer.
Then his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly, an incredulous laugh escaping him. A joke. Surely. He'll tell us the real job in a brief moment. He became reassured that the man wasn't joking when Sir Oliver's protest went on, quickly followed by Bakk and Ren's announcements. And still no revelation it was a joke came. Well. He is paying a lot of money. And it would be a lovely challenge. Especially with this...finesse lacking group. Fuck it. I'm in. But our good knight appears to be out.
Once everyone was done talking Hector, still leaning closely towards the side of the boat and looking decidedly nauseated, spoke. "If he's not going to participate in the theft, we should kill him. If he's a noble knight he might feel it his duty to notify the Speakers that we're going to try to steal the most highly prized religious relic in all of Vrent. If he's a greedy knight, despite his claims, he might realize there's a nice, safe, way to get a lovely reward from the Speakers by turning us in. If either of those happens, the Speakers will doubtlessly visit your tavern first, then the boat owner, and then you. We'll all be executed or worse, and he'll walk away richer and safer than ever. Even if he doesn't talk, the Speakers catch wind of this they'll start looking for anyone who can tell them information."
"Unless he's planning on running back to Gallowmere or somewhere far away, they'll likely find him, torture him, and then make him tell them everything he knows. If we kill him, and let his body sink to the bottom of the sea, we have nothing to worry about." Hector gave a slightly apologetic shrug to Sir Oliver. "No offense, Sir Knight. You surely understand business. Of course, if enough of our group don't want to join this venture, we have nothing to worry about, for there won't be enough of us to even attempt this theft." Hector leaned back over his side of the boat, his stomach roiling, breathing in and out deeply. Don't vomit, don't vomit, don't vomit.
"Now for the love of the Gods can we get of this damned boat?"
Voira sighed in slight annoyance. She had just been about to doze off in hopes of catching a little more bits of sleep before something went horribly wrong and they all crashed or died or something ruined her chance at sleeping, Raa seeming to have placated and handled the situation, when RK decided to take matters into her own hands. Voira opened her eyes to glare at Raa's hologram. "RK, why you were never programmed with a diplomatic drive we'll never understand. Regardless, shut up whenever it seems like someone is emotionally upset. In fact, if Raa or I have already answered, be quiet. Rudeness, acidic sarcasm, and generally your two cents never really help. If they offend you, bite your cybernetic tongue. May we remind you of that time with the Krogan? The Citadel Security? The Hanar? How about those Eclipse girls?" The Asari, giving one last glare at the AI turned to the human woman.
RK raised an eyebrow, her eyes turned to Voira, and glared. "First off, you were drunk and you smacked him first. I merely told him what you said after he asked. The eclipse girls were distracting you from protecting Raa, Instead you sat there, unable to move as they drooled on you. The Hanar was well known smuggler... enough said."
Voira rolled her eyes, ignoring the slight blush at the mention of what the Eclipse girls were doing. "Sorry. She's a bit...bitchy. We'll try to keep her less vocal. If we can find a mute button." She paused for a moment, considering telling the woman about the massacre on the station. She'd learn soon enough however, and their group had already made things as worse as they could be. "We're sure your brother is fine."
At Avatar's announcement, Voira raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's good. We need some help." She hoped at least. Not much they could all do in this ship.
RK raised an eyebrow, her eyes turned to Voira, and glared. "First off, you were drunk and you smacked him first. I merely told him what you said after he asked. The eclipse girls were distracting you from protecting Raa, Instead you sat there, unable to move as they drooled on you. The Hanar was well known smuggler... enough said."
Voira rolled her eyes, ignoring the slight blush at the mention of what the Eclipse girls were doing. "Sorry. She's a bit...bitchy. We'll try to keep her less vocal. If we can find a mute button." She paused for a moment, considering telling the woman about the massacre on the station. She'd learn soon enough however, and their group had already made things as worse as they could be. "We're sure your brother is fine."
At Avatar's announcement, Voira raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's good. We need some help." She hoped at least. Not much they could all do in this ship.
|~17:08-17:36 GST~|
|~Nazca, Prison Complex~|
|~Nazca, Prison Complex~|
For the first time in a while after the events of Nar Shadda, and if you ignored the constant pain and weakness she was in, Nazca felt content. Well, not precisely content. But happier than she had in a while. The Sith, having not taken or shown up for a while now, seemed to be occupied with other goals and weren't bothering her or those in the prison cell. She feeling minutely better and was able to actually shuffle her own way to where she, Koren, and Xid had been seated. She was beginning to understand the 'Force' and how to use it (whether or not it was how Koren would like her to use it is an entirely separate matter). They were steadily beginning to prepare the escape plan, even though Nazca had yet to tell them that she wouldn't be participating in it. She doubted she would survive without Nyiss to monitor her vitals and ensure that whatever she did wouldn't go bad or kill her. Granted, her chances of survival were slim anyways, but at least they were higher with the Red Skinned Bitch than without. Still. Things, for the moment, were peaceful.
So of course, the Sith walked in and ruined everything.
First he came for Xid. Nazca, slower than everyone else, clambered to her feet. By that time, Koren had already volunteered himself as the Medic began to have Xid put in the apparently fixed Kolto Tank. "You Sith are all the same. Hut'uuns. Cowards. Only going for the weakest. Don't have the guts to go for the strongest. Hut'uun. Piece of Gunsos. Your nothing more than Nyiss's jendoslu." She smirked at Corr. "Tell me, you red skinned whore, how does it feel spending every moment trying to get the favor of a person who doesn't even think more of you than a speck of dirt? We're more valuable to her than you."
We're on a boat. Lovely.
Hector hates boats.
Hector hates boats.
...we'll go with that for now Rtron.
Cute guys. Real cute.
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