((Really? Awww. That's kind of a shame. Call me a wierdo but I tend to try to avoid making those. I guess I'm just the exotic-race lover! I'll give it some thought though, I've been able to make exceptions if I get really good character ideas.))
"I would make a lousy slave."
Saka approached them both from behind, her love of evesdroping still clearly very much alive at this point. She'd warmed up to her casual clothing at this point , though admittedly she would trade them in for one of mother's robes anyday. Now she made could weave some fine fabrics. It was a good passtime.
"Experience has thought me that I take orders a little too far and I have a tendency to give very close shaves when I get pushed." Ever the battlehog, as she's always been. "And if you're planning prostitution - I'd warn you. I bite. Hard."
The situation did - in hindsight - seem bleak. They were stuck on this complete craphole of a planet with little options to advance if they didn't make some sort of sacrifice. Saka was apparently keeping her cool, though she too could not undermine the gravity of their situation. They WERE sitting ducks. They'd already attracted a great deal of attention landing there, and in a municipal service pad...well, they were going to attract unsavoury eyes, especially ones that might want to - say - borrow a military ship for their own.
And then there was the moral dilemma. To her it was no dilemma at all. Give the technology to save their hide, they were too far gone anyway at this point. There was no saving that - or Antero's windging. In a way, she respected his concerns. At one point - she too would have been afraid to go against her own side. But that ship had sailed loooong ago. Now they had to make a compromise.
"Look, we are running out of choices. Unless you plan on STEALING one of those scramblers you'll have to trade for it. The only alternative I can suggest is giving people some of my technology. And that would involve ripping that useful stealth tech out of your systems or even giving people parts from my ship. And you've seen what it did to those bounty hunters when it was DISABLED. You try giving that to your rebels." As grim as it seemed, Saka had to be realistic with them, giving Antero a firm nod as she added
"After all you've been through, don't be so sure you'll be accepted...Shadowlord's sake - you've brought me aboard your ship. That's likely a criminal offence on a hundred planets by now."
"Alternatively, you could seek out other ways of earning your coin. There's more to trade then spare parts and people pay way more for good labour then they would for a bulkhead. I'm just saying, we're running out of options at the moment. And I doubt you would like me to go fetch some myself. That may get us in more trouble."
No part of Saka enjoyed being unpleasant at the moment, but there was very little time for anything else. They had to move. And fast. Her instincts told her that she was exposed, and exposure was a surefire way to die. So for her own sake and theirs, they needed to keep up a momentum. Be it by giving either of their ship's parts away or doing a job for the local lowlifes. Even stealing didn't seem too far beneath her at the moment, at least they would get a fast way out of there.
"I would make a lousy slave."
Saka approached them both from behind, her love of evesdroping still clearly very much alive at this point. She'd warmed up to her casual clothing at this point , though admittedly she would trade them in for one of mother's robes anyday. Now she made could weave some fine fabrics. It was a good passtime.
"Experience has thought me that I take orders a little too far and I have a tendency to give very close shaves when I get pushed." Ever the battlehog, as she's always been. "And if you're planning prostitution - I'd warn you. I bite. Hard."
The situation did - in hindsight - seem bleak. They were stuck on this complete craphole of a planet with little options to advance if they didn't make some sort of sacrifice. Saka was apparently keeping her cool, though she too could not undermine the gravity of their situation. They WERE sitting ducks. They'd already attracted a great deal of attention landing there, and in a municipal service pad...well, they were going to attract unsavoury eyes, especially ones that might want to - say - borrow a military ship for their own.
And then there was the moral dilemma. To her it was no dilemma at all. Give the technology to save their hide, they were too far gone anyway at this point. There was no saving that - or Antero's windging. In a way, she respected his concerns. At one point - she too would have been afraid to go against her own side. But that ship had sailed loooong ago. Now they had to make a compromise.
"Look, we are running out of choices. Unless you plan on STEALING one of those scramblers you'll have to trade for it. The only alternative I can suggest is giving people some of my technology. And that would involve ripping that useful stealth tech out of your systems or even giving people parts from my ship. And you've seen what it did to those bounty hunters when it was DISABLED. You try giving that to your rebels." As grim as it seemed, Saka had to be realistic with them, giving Antero a firm nod as she added
"After all you've been through, don't be so sure you'll be accepted...Shadowlord's sake - you've brought me aboard your ship. That's likely a criminal offence on a hundred planets by now."
"Alternatively, you could seek out other ways of earning your coin. There's more to trade then spare parts and people pay way more for good labour then they would for a bulkhead. I'm just saying, we're running out of options at the moment. And I doubt you would like me to go fetch some myself. That may get us in more trouble."
No part of Saka enjoyed being unpleasant at the moment, but there was very little time for anything else. They had to move. And fast. Her instincts told her that she was exposed, and exposure was a surefire way to die. So for her own sake and theirs, they needed to keep up a momentum. Be it by giving either of their ship's parts away or doing a job for the local lowlifes. Even stealing didn't seem too far beneath her at the moment, at least they would get a fast way out of there.
"I can't in good conscience allow this." Antero said. "It'd be turning my back on everything I hold high."
"Father, everything you hold high is currently collaborating with an omnipotent technology company to kill you and play with my brains. When my grey matter is at stake, I don't feel the urge to accept a black and white worldview." Batali leaned back against a crate, fiddling with a small handheld device. "Besides, we don't have to give them weapons. There's plenty of stuff the Schlorans would find useful that the separatists would be hard-pressed to kill us with. Medicine, for example."
"We need that medicine."
"Father, we have enough gunshot-treatment mini-nanite packs to keep a small assault force constantly healthy for months at a time. I think we can spare a few. And on a planet like Schlora, they won't be unneeded."
"Fine, we'll sell the kormein meds!" Antero shouted, with more vehemence than he'd intended. "I'll head down to the planet, bargain for a Serik Scrambler, and-"
"Not a good idea." Kaya interrupted. "No offense, but you'd be an easy target out there on the street. Saka and I will get the scrambler."
"What? That's ridiculous; You're a child!"
"And Saka is a terrifying raptor-lady. We're both excellent shots. If we both bring guns, anybody stupid enough to risk attacking us will be riddled with holes in seconds. Besides, you wouldn't even be able to find someone to buy from; you reek of cop. You really think they'll let you purchase anything even slightly illegal?"
The logic was irrefutable. If Antero went out to buy the scrambler, nobody would sell to him, and he'd likely get himself killed. Better to let the two masters of stealth and murder take care of this.
"Please, Batali." Antero said with a sigh. "Just be careful. Nothing can happen to Kaya."
"I've no intention of dying, Father. Saka and I will be a few hours. Stay with the ship." And with that, she stepped out of the cargo bay, onto the deadly streets of Schlora, carying two small handguns, a hunting knife, and the small grenade she had been tossing between her hands.
"Father, everything you hold high is currently collaborating with an omnipotent technology company to kill you and play with my brains. When my grey matter is at stake, I don't feel the urge to accept a black and white worldview." Batali leaned back against a crate, fiddling with a small handheld device. "Besides, we don't have to give them weapons. There's plenty of stuff the Schlorans would find useful that the separatists would be hard-pressed to kill us with. Medicine, for example."
"We need that medicine."
"Father, we have enough gunshot-treatment mini-nanite packs to keep a small assault force constantly healthy for months at a time. I think we can spare a few. And on a planet like Schlora, they won't be unneeded."
"Fine, we'll sell the kormein meds!" Antero shouted, with more vehemence than he'd intended. "I'll head down to the planet, bargain for a Serik Scrambler, and-"
"Not a good idea." Kaya interrupted. "No offense, but you'd be an easy target out there on the street. Saka and I will get the scrambler."
"What? That's ridiculous; You're a child!"
"And Saka is a terrifying raptor-lady. We're both excellent shots. If we both bring guns, anybody stupid enough to risk attacking us will be riddled with holes in seconds. Besides, you wouldn't even be able to find someone to buy from; you reek of cop. You really think they'll let you purchase anything even slightly illegal?"
The logic was irrefutable. If Antero went out to buy the scrambler, nobody would sell to him, and he'd likely get himself killed. Better to let the two masters of stealth and murder take care of this.
"Please, Batali." Antero said with a sigh. "Just be careful. Nothing can happen to Kaya."
"I've no intention of dying, Father. Saka and I will be a few hours. Stay with the ship." And with that, she stepped out of the cargo bay, onto the deadly streets of Schlora, carying two small handguns, a hunting knife, and the small grenade she had been tossing between her hands.
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