SLAVERS PLOT LOG |closed-ish. this is why we don't get nice things, bud.

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max, Tempest, and a buttload of others who want to be involved (and slavers).
Broadcast: N/A
Action: that shitty junkstation what up
When: IDK TODAY SURE.

SUMMARY:

Max helped Beverly out with some shady people a while back. Well. They didn't appreciate that. Cue them deciding to wail on Max and Tempest and drag the guy off to sale on the slave trade market. That just won't do, who else is gonna grunt and complain and accidentally punch or threaten small children on the fleet? Rescue squad, assemble.

(AKA there will be a Part A thread and then future open threads for rescuing or just... y'know, an excuse to beat the tar out of some terrible people. Also maybe a thread for Max after the fact?? Who knows.)

Comments

[therewerefifty]

Do you say that because you assume your crew is strong enough or do they have an ability to lock us out?

[She glances at Tempest when his eyes shift away from her at that last, muttering so quietly it's almost missed. "Both." Her own ship had passcodes to let people in for a while-- they can easily take this idiot with them. And as for the former, they'll deal.]

[noprophecies]

[Tempest glances at Makie as well, her frown deepening for just a moment. She's thinking along the same lines, though she knows nothing of passcodes or even how to lock people out. But bringing this one along? That was the only reason he was still alive, aside from questioning him]

I would not be opposed to asking for further help from the fleet, if you aren't.

[therewerefifty]

I am not opposed. We'll need it. [Her mouth twists a little in dissatisfaction, but Makie's no fool. This lot are armed with weapons she probably won't be so lucky with a second time, and she can't fight as well as she'd like with a perforated shoulder .]

We can use him to bypass any locks on his ship. I'm sure we won't be the only ones who would like to put an end to these slavers.

[noprophecies]

Mmm. [it's an agreeing noise to everything Makie says, particularly the last part; she had been indifferent, having only known the waystation to be full of criminals. Slavers were a different breed entirely, and after what had happened earlier, she felt justified in going along to get a bit of revenge while she helped rescue the idiot.

The man opens his mouth to protest, something along the lines of "Wait, you said I could walk away&mdash" but they're done with him for now. Tempest mutters a few words under her breath and smacks him in the head - and he tips over to the side, asleep. She gives him a disgusted look]

That will keep him from running off for a few hours.

[therewerefifty]

[Once he's out, Makie sags just a little more, because wow bullet wounds hurt and that's rude. She flicks the blades of her pike free of blood with her good hand and takes the closest seat available.]

Good. I'll make a call.

[-->on another post.]