Lailah ☼ Fethmus Mioma (
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driftfleet2016-10-08 05:32 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- alphonse elric,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- erik lehnsherr,
- eugene ben woods,
- felix harrowgate,
- fenris,
- gemini de mille,
- hank mccoy,
- james tiberius kirk,
- kaywinnet lee "kaylee" frye,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- max rockatansky,
- montague "monty" d'ysquith navarro,
- remy lebeau,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- wrath,
- yuan ka-fai
Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!
Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End
It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.
"Welcome, stranger!"
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End
It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.
"Welcome, stranger!"
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"That is...actually very good."
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Surprise, he actually has good ideas. Some people didn't seem to believe that for whatever reason, which he found ridiculous considering he was, in fact, the captain of an actual spaceship.
"Strike at the head, not the tail. Or as close to it as you can get," he said, turning off his pad and sliding it into a pocket. "We'll keep the info, just in case, and let this do what it needs to do. In the meantime, let's make ourselves scarce, shall we?" He pushed up from the chair and made for the door.
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"Good," he still would have rather hunted down the slaver owners themselves, destroy them, wipe them from existence.... but you can't always have what you want. "Hm. Fight another day."
Not that he feared retribution- far from it, he welcomed it. Let them come. But Kirk would only stop him from killing the damn idiots who came for them. It would make things...complicated. So, for now, it was time to move. He stood in a fluid motion, following Kirk out.
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He would stop him because it would ignite a cycle that would consume more than just Fenris and the slavers. Men like this weren't the kind to take out their anger on the party who had inflicted the damage. It would spread, and innocents within the Fleet would pay the price, likely in blood and other trauma. That Fenris did not see this was a disappointment to him, but that was a conversation for another day.
"So the saying goes," he agreed, stepping out and closing the door behind them. "I suggest staying low for awhile - maybe head out into the forests for a bit. I've been reading an odd signal from deeper in and was going to explore. You're welcome to come with me, Fenris."
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"That...would likely be wise," his tone suggests he doesn't like it, but this is a dance he's done for years now. Strike and hide, strike and hide. "That...maybe be an interesting venture. There's something strange about that planet. It sets the lyrium off."
And anything that does that needs to be closely watched, in his opinion.
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"Well, all the more reason for us to spend some time away from here then," Kirk nodded, strolling through the halls as if nothing was wrong, as if he had not just broadcasted a very large and damning amount of information across several frequencies into space that would no doubt reach governing bodies, news stations, and regular folk very soon.
"Let's head back to the ship and pick up some supplies," he suggested. "We can move out from there once we get a better heading on that signal. Sound good?" Not that he's waiting for an answer as he strides ahead, clearly happier with the idea of exploring than he was of attempting to moderate Fenris' murderous fits.
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"That works for me, yes."