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Rin glared at the jerk that was Montagne. "Don't make me decide to leave you," he muttered, but went ahead inside his ship, which automatically opened. He sighed, then turned around, taking the hyperdrive from the trolley and walking to the very back of his ship, where he had taken most of his fried Eisan Generator out. He paused.

Since it looked like he'd be around this galaxy for a while, he can probably save the fried generator and fix it up later, instead of disassembing it completely. Who knows, he might not even need to visit that... shady man the jerk had a history with. He shrugged.

He placed the hyperdrive beside him and crouched down. Biting his lip, he carefully removed the last bit of the old hyperdrive and set it aside in the neat little pile inside the container out for it. Alright- now to finally connect the hyperdrive from the annoying man and make sure it was usable with his ship.

... Speaking of annoying man.

"Don't touch anything," he called out, not looking behind him. It wouldn't do if he accidently killed himself during this process of the installation...

After a few minutes of adjusting and studying the structure of the installation point as well as the hyperdrive itself ("Too long," he muttered, "This is taking too long, ugh-")- just- a little more to the side-

There. Now to see if it worked. He turned and went up to the front of his ship where the controls were, smiling genuinely when it whirred to life. "Thatta girl," he whispered. He schooled his expression before looking over his shoulder.

"Welcome to the Nemesis," he said, a touch of pride warming his voice. And for good reason- it was the best thing he'd ever put together, upgraded from its humble beginnings in the scrap yards of his planet into the beautiful ship it was today. Commander Wyr gave him permission to upgrade his ship himself, instead of picking another from the military, and he was immensely grateful for it.

He wouldn't trade his black beauty for anything.

Laurent let the boy do his thing with the hyperdrive knowing full well it will work as he walks around the ship. He taps on the ship till he hears a hollowed part and once he found it, he would go ahead and take out a screw driver and undo the panel there. To is delight he discovers an empty space in which he goes to a pile of cargo and recognizes a crate with certain markings on them and brings them close to the Nemesis. Completely ignoring the Rin's warning of not touching anything, he pops open the small crate and see's multiple things of bottle illegal alcohol and large white bricks of "pixie dust" and begins to but them into the little compartment that the Laurent made.

All Rin would hear his clacking of bottles and whistling by Laurent as he continues to stuff drugs and alcohol into Rin's black beauty of a ship. Of course Laurent wasn't going to comment on how the ship looks because for him it was a prefect look a smuggler/military ship.

Rin winced at the sound of clanging and obnoxious whistling, whirling around to yell at the jerk before remembering his own agreement to smuggle as a way to earn money. He deflated, sighing. He grabbed his helmet- then, making sure the exposed parts of his armor were covered in that weird retractable black protective film ("Won't be in a desert all the time, cadet," Commander Wyr said kindly. "You'll need it in colder regions, like space-"), he went outside the Nemesis to stand guard... and to see if there was anyone watching.

Stupid Montagne.

Laurent smiles as he glances over his shoulder while holding the brick of white powder in one hand and the bottle of alcohol in the other. "I'm surprised you haven't yelled at me, nor ask any questions. I'm impressed" he states as he continues to store the goodies. "If you are wondering, this stuff isn't exactly mine, we taking them from the Red Tail Cartel, a crime syndicate based within the Imperial territory. It seems they were going to sell the stuff here, but not anymore, we are going to go some where else and sell the stuff at a much higher price than here" he explains hoping his talking subject would be enough to get Rin all irradiated by all this and get uneasy about doing this.

Rin huffed, rolling his eyes and looking irritably over his shoulder. "I wasn't wondering, and I don't want to know," he stressed, crossing his arms. God, why was this prick here again?

... Right. Because he had manners. Kind of.

... He'd never wanted to stab someone so much in his life.

Laurent just smiles as he continues to stock the small compartment to the brim with drugs and alcohol. "Thank the Lords, I'm good on tetris" he says to himself as he continues to stuff the illegal goods in such a way that he using maximum space of the small compartment. As he continues his little task he was coming up with schemes and more schemes and tricks he can pull on Rin. He was definitely into his thoughts giving him memories on how he almost was able usurper Lord Ova off her title as Lord, but of course that ultimately back fired, but his pleasant thoughts of nostalgia caused his face to be slightly red.


Of course his thoughts is what he enjoyed the most really. Just reliving his experiences is what got to him and really his own opium really...

Kingsbane

As the speedy Dendril ships, zoom pass, only two did a fly by on the artillery cruiser as the others began to open fire upon the ship with there large plasma cannons to draw the cruiser's attention to them and not the two who did the fly by on the Kingsbane screaming pass its port and starboard side. With those two they deposited two fancy click pen pea pods looking drop pods to penetrate the ships hull, two pods from each ship totaling the amount of four pods sticking out of cruiser. Once penetrated 3 out 4 pods opened at the same time and the dendrils squads came rushing out, causing them to be instantly annihilated by the artillery cruiser's self defense system. The 4th pod had trouble opneing up and once it opened, the Dendril's inside( 2 assualts, 3 berserkers, one pyro, one breeder and 4 fledglings) stayed since they were given the order too and also sensing there brother's weren't around either.

On the captain's deck of Kingsbane, Erica soon flickered into existence as the same blue small blue hologram as she did for Aylen. She wasn't all that flicky since they isn't much interfarce from Isandril but the NotSpace was still interfering with communication. She apparently appeared in front of Captain Wan nabes and stares at him for a couple of seconds before she spoke, staring into the egotistical captain eye's with her as one can explain as a ***** face. "So I presume you are the captain?" she spoke with her arms cross as she still wore he Dendril armor. "I have an offer to make in which can possibly save your life, but for now I am Lord Erica Codsworth Dimensional Lord of Time and Space and God to these beings that have entered your ship, the Dendrils" she greets herself telling Wan Nabes in a very cold fashion. "Before I tell you my deal, what is your relations to Aelyn? Are you allied to him? After him and if thats the case why? What is your mission here?" she barrages him with all these questions wanting them answered, obviously she is quite pissed off, but from what no one is entirely sure

The change in Ketin's mood was a pleasant one. For now, he would thriving in the happy-go-lucky aura that usually sounded him like a worn but sentimental blanket. Nirix frowned. Somehow that analogy didn't sound correct in her head, Ketin seemed too old to carry a blanket as a child would, that thought however, got her thinking. Just how old was Ketin? Clearly he was old enough to drink, or at least that was what Nirix assumed, but...

Saving that inquiry for later, the Eoclu followed behind him, making sure to keep herself alert in case someone questioned their sudden activity. For all of Ketin's abilities, it appeared he occasionally forgot the usage of a stealthy approach to things. Nirix swore that his usual approach would lead them into a lot of trouble one day...Though she supposed it had already given them a lot of trouble in Daedalus.

"Can't open it huh?" Nirix tried not to laugh at how Ketin struggled to free the deadbolt. Unsheathing her sword, she made a quick and flashy move before the deadbolt latch was no more. Ducking to enter, Nirix hissed at how much colder it was than it had been outside. She honestly didn't know what was more of an annoyance, the fact that she realized she could actually see her breath or the fact that she was shivering like a poor lost animal.

The Eoclu were never meant to be out in cold. Sure, her people did have a colony on a Winter esque planet but Nirix had only traveled there once and it never felt as cold as it did right now.

"Fenedhis!" The curse slipped from her lips before she corrected herself and for once Nirix was glad for the possible small language barrier between the two of them. Ketin didn't need to learn her people's swear words, especially not from her.

"How can you find this remotely cozy, Da'len?" Nirix questioned him with a sideways glance. Pulling her jacket closer to her body for warmth, she tried not to focus her attention on her hatred of the cold.
"It's freezing in here," She pointed out as if it wasn't already obvious enough. Nirix prayed it would be warmer at Nasser Station.

D A E D A L U S – Sagan Starport

Kete couldn’t suppress a little snigger at Nirix’s unstifled cuss – or, rather, at the fact that she hadn’t intended t let it slip. While Standard dominated the Galaxy as a unified means of communication, there were still languages beyond number throughout the Galactic Plane. One thing they all had in common was curse words – and Kete had learned over the years to identify such phrases not only by means of attaching psychic intent to wording, but inflection too. He wasn’t sure exactly what the word meant, but that was probably for the best.

Now, sitting there on the low crate – Kete’s feet not quite touching the ground – and still leaning his head lightly on Nirix’s shoulder, he wrapped a friendly, companionable arm around behind her and gave a hearty pat to her opposite upper arm, as a means of helping keep warm. ”Becaause~” He said, dragging the word out to three syllables, as though she had said something silly and he had something up his sleeve. ”I picked the best seat in the house!” With that, he pointed lackadaisically upward with the hand that wasn’t on the Eoclu’s other side. Clearly he expected something to happen at just that moment – but after some seconds, the lopsided grin turned to a perplexed frown. He looked up in expectation which, as seconds ticked by, turned gradually to a mild frustration. He looked as though there were an itch on his nose, and he was trying to scratch it away by sheer force of will.

Still more seconds ticked by, and the cool, still air seemed to hang around them in the silence. There was a gentle, mechanical humming from somewhere in the belly of the small vessel, but nothing more. There was what appeared to be some kind of air vent above them – but obviously it was not doing what Kete had predicted or intended it to.

At last, Kete gave a frustrated huff, took his arm back and, still glancing upward as though the ceiling had said something crude about his mother, shrugged his coat off his shoulders. He draped it over Nirix’s instead – given that it was slightly too big on him, it fit over her own jacket effectively. There were the scars again, on his arms – the innumerable, faint lines and splotches and pocks that could, it seemed, only have accumulated over a very large period of time, particularly given the various states of healing. Some barely visible, others with a light, pinkish tone and tender complexion.

”I’ll be right back.” He said, hopping purposefully from the crate and trouncing past some other crates, where he disappeared momentarily behind them.

Over the next couple of minutes, Nirix would perceive the sound of a metal panel being removed, the sound of someone moving about through the walls.

It was the first time she’d have gotten a real, good look at the coat which Kete seemed to find so precious a staple to his person. Depending on how well she knew her leathers, she may have been able to determine that it was incredibly old. Yet, despite the overwhelming age of the thing, the leather was as soft and pliable as one could hope for. Granted, there were innumerable patches – in fact, upon really close examination it seemed that the majority of the coat had been repaired at one point or another – but the repairs had been very professional and virtually seamless, with virtually no variation in the deep, rich mahogany color, and the elusive patina that only timeworn leather could acquire. Despite the dark and well-worn texture, it was as silky soft as suede, while not a fraction so fragile.
It was thick, but light – clearly the base leather of the coat was something strange and exotic – obviously from some creature whos’ hide could withstand incredible sums of wear and tear and still retain high quality. The inner lining was softer still than the silky outer layer which, again, had seen repair after repair, but with high quality, professional workmanship.

All in all, Ketin’s coat was quite possibly one of the most delightfully comfortable jackets in the Galaxy. No wonder he was never bothered by cold – the synthetic lining must have been a breathing insulator because it was very, very warm.

But it wouldn’t be necessary for too long. Following the sound of someone moving about, there came a series of sharp, distant clangs, as though someone were kicking at metal. The last clang was deeper and more resonant – and immediately following the sound there was a great puff of grey dust from the vent above Nirix, accompanied by a rush of air that was at first hot, then warm. The dust fell heavily, and was pushed down, then out by the rush of air – enough to give the Eoclu a fine coating before rapidly dissipating.

Seconds later, a similarly dust-coated Kete came back around the corner. He stopped momentarily upon seeing Nirix in the same condition could not resist laughing, even as he brushed the dust off himself. ”Sorry about that~” He said, the lopsided grin returning. Upon hopping back onto the crate, he would take his coat back if offered, but wouldn’t ask. She could hold onto it a bit longer, since even now that warm air was descending on them from above, her Eoclu blood might have willed her to keep the extra layer long enough to make up for the earlier chill.

Two-or-so minutes later, there was the sound of hydraulic pistons shifting, engines beginning their monotonous whirr, a flashing light on the other side of the cargo bay to indicate that the automated vessel was departing. It was a remarkably smooth take off, rising straight up – not very quickly though, which was probably for the best. There was no roar of engines, only a deeper, rhythmic humming which denoted that the vessel was hydromagnetic – operating off the planets’ magnetic field rather than the traditional hydrogen thrusters which vessels requiring any amount of speed used. This method was much slower, but it reduced fuel and maintenance costs to virtually nothing.

It would probably take twenty, or twenty five minutes to get up to Nasser Station at this rate, but Kete was glad for that. It was just the kind of place where nobody could come bursting in on him, where there was very little that could interrupt their companionable moment. That also meant, though, that it was the perfect time to talk – however for once, Kete didn’t seem to mind so much. He seemed very content – glancing over to brush some remaining dust off Nirix’s back as they ascended gradually, gradually into the sky.

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Meanwhile, in Nasser Station, monitors all over were flashing with BERAKING NEWS – Silver Stars Housing Development in ruins after suspected Devil Eye attack. City in chaos. Images of the tall, mirrored towers leaning in crookedly upon each other, one even giving out and collapsing on live broadcast into a rising cumulous of black ferroconcrete dust and shards of shattered glass. There were images of riots in the streets, as well as a look at the virtually demolished satellite defense offices – which were believed to also be a part of the Devil Eye’s attack, as a nefarious means of reducing the planet’s defenses so he could wreak havoc on the population and rack up his terrible kill-count. There were only a few images of someone with orange hair and an orange tail running along with a taller person with long, white hair – but the details had been shoddy at best since, until the collapsing of the towers, there had been little reason to attempt catching the fugitives. The media, however, was not one to allow such details to go unbiased – so the wanted poster of the evil, mad, sadistic kitsune-Devil Eye was shown a lot.

Nothing like a little sensationalism for a broadcast which was bound to a ratings system.

On some channels, the experts and opinionists and talk show hosts were already beginning to come out of their holes to speculate and shout about what they think should happen, or theorize about insane conspiracies, or put all the blame on one political party or another, or on any given minority or movement. People all over the planet were calling in, claiming to have seen the fugitives even in locations that it would have been preposterous for him to appear in.

So, it was business as usual for the sensationalist mass media, which positively thrived on this sort of life-ruining thing.

Rin's head shot up, eyes meeting the blaring signs of an attack from the city down below-

Oh.

Devil Eye attack.

... So he was nearby. He slowly stood up from his place next to the Nemesis, looking out for any signs of the wanted bounty. If he captured- or killed, he'd have to ask- the Devil Eye, he might be able to buy parts to fix his Eisan Generator. Or... Go to that... friend of Montagne's...

... Yeah, no. He was going to fix that generator.

He put on his helmet, pursing his lips grimly as the sensors turned on and began scanning the faces of people passing by.

Laurent heard the announcement which made him pause for a moment to look up. He smiles and says "Well might be our lucky day that we will see him" as he went back to packing.

Laurent also adds as he worked "If you're thinking about heading to the surface don't bother, he's already gone...he's been on the run for a couple hundred years and I doubt he'll be on the surface if you went now" he then gets up and faces him with two bottles of alcohol in hand and a smile on his face and adds "I'm willing to bet he's already left the surface and is already coming here" with his trademark grin on his face towards Rin.

Rin hummed, already thinking as much. "Is he more valuable dead or alive?" he questioned, still scanning the crowd. He lightly rolled on his heels, clenching and unclenching his fists in anticipation-

With a jolt, he realized that he was grinning. He smothered it quickly, grave. He must be more wound up about his situation than he thought...

... Good thing Montagne couldn't see the look of pure madness on his face. He'd never live it down.

Laurent slowly approached Rin and gives him a lazy bear hug, slumping his body over Rin as his head rested on his shoulder and says "I'm pretty sure if he was kept alive he would be worth a lot more since of how slippery he is" as he says it to him like a snake on a vine tempting the victim to eat the apple. of course Laurent was still unable to see his face because of the helmet but indeed he would have been so estatic to see that Rin has come to the "dark side"

Rin flinched, head whipping around to snarl at the stupid, heavy bastard. "Stop touching me," he whispered, more breathily than he liked. HURGH, if he didn't move soon he didn't care, he was going to GUT HIM.

Laurent shot back up and bends towards right up his face and says "Aw come on you liked it" as he gave his toothy grin. Still holding the liquor bottles in each hand he says to him "Well since I'm already done I think we should keeps these two one for me and one for you" he says as pops one open and begins to chuckle the bottle.

Rin bared his teeth, growling lowly and beating down the traitorous blush he felt coming. STUPID. This man was STUPID.

... Are you kidding me. His eyes reflected his disbelief and disapproval at Montagne's decision to drink here, and NOW of all times.

How was this guy not DEAD yet?!

"... I don't drink," he muttered, then leaned up, hissing- he will NEVER admit having to tiptoe, this man was TOO FREAKING TALL UGH. "Especially not before a fight."

Laurent put his finger up to Rin's face as he continues to chug the drink. Once he finished it he threw off to the side and made a loud crash as the bottle smashes into pieces. His face being slightly red seeing his blush and shrugs and states "Well more for me" as he begins to chug the other one after giving him a flirtatious wink at him.

Rin forced himself to breathe.

Don't kill him, don't kill him, he chanted, shaking his head as he closed his eyes momentarily. Flirty bastard.

He wondered what the hell he did to deserve this.

He gritted his teeth, turning away from the stupid man that was still too close and glared out at the crowd, sensors still scanning.

He'll just focus all of his rage into capturing the Devil Eye instead.

"Make sure to get yourself in the Nemesis," he muttered, half-hoping Montagne didn't hear him so he could just LEAVE HIM THERE, but knowing his luck... Sigh.

Really.

What did he do to DESERVE this...?

"Whhhaaattt? From all the attention I give you still treat me like shcrappp, such a good friendsh you are" he says drunkenly as approaches to grip Rin's waists and looks down at him with his drunken smile. "Why are you ssssooooo mean? I'm trying to helpssh you out and being a friend to you..." he states from his drunken slurs as he begins to gyrite Rin's hips as his face got even redder than before.

Of course still in his drunken stupor he can still defend himself well but he is quite open for any retaliation that Rin decides to do to the giant drunkard.

Though Nirix accepted Ketin’s coat graciously, and her shivering seemed to lessen by each passing minute, it was the scars that really got her attention. They seemed to stretch all about his arms in various conditions and left the Eoclu very curious as to how and when Ketin had gotten them. Just where had her Da’len been and why did he carry so many scars? He covered them well; his oversized and very old and worn leather jacket hid his secrets from most prying eyes. Maybe she was just being too curious, but...

Once again, Ketin left Nirix with more questions than answers.

Ears twitching at the series of sharp, distant clangs from deep within the walls and vents, the Eoclu was deduced to a rapid chain of sneezes as the puff of gray dust sprinkled on her from above. While that was wholly unpleasant, she was grateful for the warm heat that soon followed after Ketin’s arrival.

“I suppose dust is better and easier to remove from my clothing than blood,” Nirix mumbled, then winced when she realized how morbid that sounded. Small talk was not entirely her forte. She preferred the silence, it was good to think and reflect on what could possibly come next. It was also good for prayer. Yet, it seemed like the perfect time to hold a conversation with Ketin.

“Socialization isn’t my strong suit,” Nirix commented with an awkward laugh as if that would help her case. Yes, it was the perfect time to talk about normal things but that was a skill the assassin always seemed to lacked in. How did Ketin make it look so easy? It appeared to Nirix that he could talk about anything to anyone and make it enjoyable.

“What about when we arrive at Nasser Station?” She suddenly said, hoping to quickly change the subject off of her. “Our recent activity has probably not gone unnoticed. Do you have a possible plan of action if the law forces are to catch up with us?”