Man I'm Just Trying To Shop For My Kid Here

[therewerefifty]

Who: Otono-somethingsomething Makie and you
Broadcast: fleetwide audio.
Action: Junkstation
When: Soon after the events of this post.

[Audio]

There are slavers aboard the waystation who are actively seeking cargo.  [The mildly courteous tone Makie is known for is absent, though she doesn't sound angry.  Inflectionless.  Possibly a little strained, if anyone knows her well enough.] 

This is the second time I know of they've attempted to take someone, and this time they've succeeded.  His name is... Max.  He's a crew member of the Starstruck.

We know where he is.  [Thanks to polite inquiries made of a survivor.  Very polite inquiries.]  We need assistance to retrieve him. 

...and a doctor, also.  Thank you.

[...totally asking for Tempest on that last one, okay.]

Comments

Action

[therewerefifty]

Slavers. [She tilts her head, expression reflective for a moment.] At least six left with Max. We have another prisoner who's been thoroughly questioned at length. The slaver ship is reasonably large, and there's likely at least another thirty men left to crew it. [No big deal.] The others are now dead. They're armed with blunt weapons, guns... some things I'm not used to.

...here. [The healer is done, and she shucks her kimono back up before she bends down to pick something off the ground by her feet.] These as well. You may be more familiar than I.

[It's a cattle prod.]

Re: Action

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa takes it and turns it over, looking at it fully.] yeah, I've seen something like this. Delivers an electric shock.

[She hands it back to Makie.] It's not a gun but it packs enough power to knock a man flat.

Action

[therewerefifty]

[Electric shock. Something she's now only vaguely familiar with, but it's enough.]

Then they're well-armed. [She rolls her shoulder a little, testing its mobility.] I've had several offers of assistance and the offer of a pilot. Assuming we can gain entry to their ship, we'll retrieve him.

Re: Action

[kill_switch]

We'll get in.

[Furiosa wasn't going to accept anything less.]