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CRIMES Part 2

Who: ~~Isabela~~ Grace and her crew of ne'er do-wells. Open to friends and friends of friends.
Broadcast: None
Action: Various across the belt (see prompts)
When: Throughout May
Notes: Continuation of Part 1.

{{ Robin Hood Up In Here }}

With Nami's sleuthing, they've managed to find a pretty juicy target. The asteroid Danoth is a small little uninhabitable rock on paper, but it's a warehouse for the Baron Pritchard Calarook, whose primary security is its secrecy (now foiled).

Raider ships are outfitted with a handy dandy stealth drive, so they're past the meager defenses before anyone there knows, so it's just a matter of a) infiltrating the place, b) evading or disabling the security force, and then c) profit.

~~Isabela~~ Grace is going in through an air vent with the assault team.

{{ Slaves Aren't Cargo, Mate }}

Part of the the Baron's hold is apparently devoted to slavery. Grace's good mood at having taken the facility and browsing through hold after hold of weapons and riches is visibly tarnished at the discovery of a whole wing of people. Talk to her then or-

* * *

-later, after she's released all the slaves on Meston with a pretty substantial percentage of the warehouse loot. She doesn't want them to just get picked up again and sold back into slavery. It's not because she's nice, though, she'll insist. It's for these other reasons that she just doesn't feel like sharing with you this very moment. Shut up!

{{ Drinks are on Me! }}

After a good heist all around, and a few trips to fence off the remaining goods, even split between everyone in the group (with a bit extra for Grace) still leaves everyone pretty happy. Drinks are on her in Telluria!

{{ All Good Things }}

It seems that the Baron Pritchard Calarook doesn't take kindly to being robbed blind, so the first indication that things might be going to shit while everyone gets drunk is the Aveline getting blown to shit. He's a well connected man, and he's tracked then down and sent a gunship and a small battalion to make an example of everyone.

Oops.

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[Explosions while she's trying to drink? How rude. Also how messy; Nami spits her mouthful of whiskey across the bar when the whole place rocks from the destruction outside. Uh. Shit.]

--that can't be good.

[ Grace has her daggers in hand already, as she tries to figure out what's going on. ]

That's rather cynical, maybe someone is just throwing us a celebration and got overzealous.

[ Suddenly gunfire started raining through the walls and ceiling. Grace dived behind the bar, hoping it would provide at least some cover. ]

Really really overzealous.

[Great minds think alike, because she sure as hell vaults behind the bar the moment the gunfire started.]

If that's the case, they can stop any time now! [She yells it over the bar, then ducks back behind it in a hurry at the retaliation, screwing her weapon together.] Oh, well. I guess it was too much to ask for he'd just applaud how smart we were and move on.

[ Rather than a dagger, Grace pulls out a laser pistol she'd knocked off from the raiders awhile back. As much as she loved knives, she learned quickly not to bring them to gunfights. ]

You don't become a massively successful warlord without having an ego and pride to match.

[ The first batch of assault troops burst in through the backroom, heavy armor and heavy weapons. Grace shot the first one point blank through the face visor before he even knew what was happening. ]

[Nami prefers not to attend gunfights at all. With a sweep of her staff, she sends a whole lot of bubbles up into the air, which is ...ridiculously innocent-ish enough. Right? Then she promptly fades from view. SHE'S ABANDONING YOU.

...or not.] Can you keep from being shot full of holes for fifteen seconds? [Thus spake the empty air.]

[ She gots to get her one of those. ]

Can't promise that, but do whatever it is you're planning anyway.

[ She couldn't become invisible but she could pull a smoke grenade out. They worked even better than the smoke grenades back home. She pulled the pin and rolled it around the bar, quickly filling the small space with thick plumes of grey smoke. ]

[Whoa. Nami keeps well out of the thickest of the smoke-- she's not sure what it'll do to the already present weather effect she's got going, so suddenly appearing again is not on the cards-- and instead lets herself into the kitchen, yelling as she ducks through the door--] Keep an eye out! You start seeing crackling in the air, I recommend hitting the floor.

[She's gonna find her way outside, don't mind about her, because once those bubbles do their thing it's the people still outside that are gonna be the real trouble.

Thus leaving Isabela alone. (Or Summer. Or Grace.) The shots have lost their accuracy, at least, and there's more than a few people coughing, but they're kinda pissed. And the smoke has the added effect that none of them are really looking up at the innocently bobbing bubbles. That have tiny little clouds in them. That... fades into the smoke cloud.

Really, you couldn't have pulled out a better move to compliment that if you'd tried.

Give it another ten seconds, and there's distinct sparking going on up there. With all the gunfire, the bubbles popping one by one is going to go completely unheard.]

[Fenris knows Isabela has done this before. Kirkwall was a harbour town, after all, and harbour people talk. Of course, any attempts to get Isabela to speak about it ended in her brushing the whole event off. He eventually gave up asking about it.

Still. It's good to witness it with his own eyes. To know it's not a fluke. He smiles softly, coming to stand beside her. ]

Awful thing for your reputation, this. Twice now, isn't it?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ She wondered how he'd found out about that. But maybe a Rivaini captain letting loose a shipload of slaves near Kirkwall lent itself to stories. Obviously, she hadn't tried hard enough to stamp that out. ]

[It helped Fenris has his ear to the ground on everything slave related, especially then, when Danarius was still on his tail, and he needed to watch for any movements that could mean the man had come back to claim him. ]

Of course you don't.

[He puts a hand on her shoulder, rare initiated touch from the elf. ]

It is still a good thing. This thing you absolutely have not done.

[ Fenris is one of a very small pool of people that could get away with unsolicited physical contact as a gesture of affection without their wrists getting broken. Still, it's a strange sensation she's not used to, and her immediately reaction is to get bristly and tense before she forces herself to relax. ]

The past stays in the past. The good just as much as the bad.

[ That's how she slept at night, anyway. ]

[Something he is aware of, at least. Here, their own separate brokenness crossed paths. He almost moves his hand, but decided against it. ]

Of course. But it comes out sometimes anyway.

[He glances off into the middle distance, the way the former slaves had gone. ]

They will certainly never forget it, though.

[ She tentatively reaches out to clasp her hand on the hand on her shoulder, squeezing his fingers tenderly. ]

The past and I have a lot in common, then. Refusing to do what we're told.

[ Her gaze follows his. ]

Who cares what they think? They better not get kidnapped again, is all I have to say. They're on their own now.

That is very true.

[His lips twitch upwards, just a little, as he returns the gesture. ]

I am sure they will be careful not to allow themselves to fall into the wrong hands again. So long as they keep themselves sharp.

[ Sigh. ]

I think it's time to get very drunk, what do you say?

I think that is an excellent idea. The Space Bar has some strong spirits in.

Space bar is for when we're stranded out in space, not in port. Let's head to the ritzy rock.

That way we can start a barfight and ruin a lot of rich prick's days.

[Okay, that actually makes him brighten up considerably ]

You always know how to make my day.

You know me, always a giver. Especially since you were supposed to be cheering me up.

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[He chuckles low in his chest. ]

That much, I can do. I'll even buy you a few drinks.

[Riona came along mostly for something to do, and maybe in the hopes of nabbing something interesting. But as soon as she sees the slaves, she knows that may or may not be out the window.]

Slaves. Maker damn that man.

It's not ideal, no.

[ A very unhappy surprise, with a lot of bad memories attached. This is how she lost her last ship, dealing with this. She presses a button and the hold door closes back down. She leans against the door and puts her hand on her face in frustration. ]

Getting them out of here is going to be difficult.

[It's not a question of what to do, where Riona's concerned. It's in how to do it.]

Well, your Worship, think you're up to keeping a hold of scared desperate people calm while we herd them onto another ship?

[ A revolt was not unlikely at all. ]

Your Worship? That's a new one.

[Riona nods.]

It'll be tricky, but we can do it. If we explain we're here to help... well, they might not buy it, but we need to get them out of here.

Well, finding out you're royalty is new.

[ She claps her hands. ]

Well, sounds like you're on top of it. I'll leave you to it.

Oh for-

[SIGH]

I am not doing this alone. This was your misadventure.

No, of course not. You're only doing this part. I still have to oversee the wounded (possibly just ensure they get nudged into the 'casualty' column), inventory our spoils.

You know, as Queen it's all about delegating, right?

[Her eyes narrow suspiciously at her.]

Fine. But if you try to leave and dump this on me, I will hunt you down.

_{[ He had been against the whole thing at first. Stealing, on the whole, felt wrong to him, but he could make exceptions. Who was he kidding, he had made a lot of exceptions in his day. He stole a religious scroll once and had a whole tribe of aliens chasing after him - but it had been for a good cause! He needed them distracted while they froze their volcano, you see.

But, anyways, turns out coming on this heist had been a good thing. He didn't feel the least bit sorry about what they had done, and he already had some nifty little tid bits he planned on broadcasting as soon as he could. He had no idea if it would help, but it was something.

He came to Isabella, handing her a beer as he took a seat and gave her a wry little smile. ]}

If you're not careful, they'll start calling you Robin Hood.

[ She takes the beer, and returns a puzzled expression. ]

Unless the population of this belt has more overlap with your world's fiction than mine, I have doubts.

[ AKA who the fuck is Robin Hood? ]

_{[ Well, she did have a point. But his point stood the same. ]}

There is debate on if he existed or not, but the basics are he stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Crime committed for a good cause.

Is that what you think I'm doing? I think you're attributing far more charitable intentions than exist.

Do you have any other folk heroes who steal from anyone for the purposes of making themselves rich?

Well, I'm sure Robin Hood kept a little bit for himself. I doubt anyone's quite that altruistic.

_{[ A shrug. ]}

For all one knows that's what he was out to do, it just never quite worked out that way.

The story of a thief who developed a reputation for accidentally giving away all of their hard won loot sounds tragically depressing.

Well, I think he was some kind of nobility before he came a thief. Like someone usurped his position.

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CRIMES Part 2

All good things YOLO

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Slaves aren't cargo - after

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Drinks Are On Me - So After All This Stuff

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