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[justamobster]

Who: Ladon Ceto and yooooou~
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Waystation, near a non-fleet ship.
When: Prior to leaving the waystation/VRD area (obviously)

[ There's a sniff when the feed kicks on, like someone with allergies or a slightly runny nose. When Ladon finally speaks, he sounds a bit out of breath. ]

Anyone wanna make some quick dough? Need some help loadin' a shuttle. By the red and black ship, one that ain't ours. Might pay extra if you don't go askin' too many questions.

[ Action; ]

[ Ladon can be found loitering around a non-fleet ship with an open cargo bay and one of the Tourist's shuttles. The ship appears to be outfitted to carry cargo, a good seven large crates of which have been brought down to the end of the loading ramp.

Ladon himself looks a little worse for wear. The sniffing appears to be the result of a bloody nose, which he keeps mopping with a handkerchief. His one eye is starting to turn black and blue, and there are a few spatters of blood that have likely ruined his new white t-shirt, along with a tear at the shoulder.

More observant parties might notice the taste of electricity in the air and the subtle smell of some sort of gasoline/lighter fluid-like chemical. Whoever the crew are for this ship, none of them are around. There are a few smears of blood on the loading ramp, but nothing large enough to indicate anything too nefarious.

Something's fishy, but that's why he's offering extra money for no questions asked, after all. ]

Comments

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[justamobster]

[ Were his lawyer here, she'd tell Ladon to keep his mouth shut. Unfortunately, she isn't. ]

Far as I know, the merchandise and all transactions involved are perfectly legal. [ Up until the first punch was thrown, anyway. Which then turned the situation into self-defense, of course.

One of the first things Ladon mastered in negotiating the criminal underworld-- never call something as it is. ] Just need help movin' it.

[wolfuncaged]

...Right.

And what would this merchandise be?

[justamobster]

Well, I been thinkin' 'bout openin' some sorta bar here. Since we never know if our next planet's actually gonna have decent booze... Just some starter stock.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris's tone changes instantly. It might not be especially cheerful, this is still Fenris, but it's certainly more upbeat than usual. ]

Well, if that's the case, I think I can lend a hand.

[justamobster]

[ Ah, the motivating powers of alcohol. ]

Swell. Could use some help unloadin', too. That can wait, though, just wanna make sure I get the stuff back to the ship without nothin' breakin'.

[ Because shattered bottles of booze are small tragedies. ]

[wolfuncaged]

That is perfectly understandable. By the red and black ship, right?

[No one wants shattered bottles of booze. No one. ]

[justamobster]

You got it.

[ Ladon is relieved to have helpful people on his crew, even the grumpy ones. ]

[wolfuncaged]

I will be there shortly.

[And just as promised, before long there's a lanky grumpy elf coming your way, Ladon. ]

[justamobster]

[ Ladon waves him down, smiling just enough to not cause his swollen eye and nose too much pain. He's leaning against the crates of booze, curious to know how strong his crewmate is. Fenris is a fellow skinny fella, but he has those markings all over, and Ladon is unsure whether those give him an advantage or not. ]

Thanks for comin'. We can split a bottle later, yeah?

[ He could use the drink. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Depressingly not so much in the way Ladon probably thinks. Still, for a skinny, tiny elf, Fenris is freakishly strong. He stacks two crates on top of one another, and picks them up with ease. ]

Sounds like an acceptable payment to me.

[justamobster]

[ That's just impressive. Ladon lets out a low whistle. ]

Good t'know we got some muscle 'round. [ Even better that Fenris doesn't look the part. Ladon likes having the element of surprise. That he has more up his sleeve than is easy to spot is likely the only reason he's still standing. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris gives a shrug of his shoulders. ]

I am a warrior, this is normal for us.

[If the element of surprise doesn't work, ripping their hearts out sure does. ...Though that's usually a surprise, too. ]