Can't stop the Signal

[Foxfire]

Four line tripple quad titan encoded message was what Taym got on a random bounty request. The only code they knew was like this was from the updated computers of a ship they were on before Montita. The ship and lost crew was on their mind lately since the finishing of the last bounty mission.

The message was a single word Zeltros. They were some what glad that this place was picked, almost glad. When they had landed before they could get to their resort fifteen being propersitioned them for pleasure. Ryver gave them the 'metal hammer', dropping them and taking what they had on them. They were not here to be use they were here to use and get a thurough cleaning. For once again they wereclogged with goo of slime of ghouls and cleansed meat of other beings.

Checking in to 'Heaven's Door' Taym made a request for a emursion and high polish with a duro coat. An hour after their dip they lay on a wave hover table face down being polished to an inch of their highest gleem by a Zeltron female who had very little clothing on. Clothing matter little to them all beings were fleshies to them. They themselves were lacking clothes. A standing order of new clothes awaited their finishing treatments. So Ryver/Taym waited on both their cloths and the new upgrades to their rolling bot with a hover attachment.

Ah...... this is so good nothing like a good finish for a job well done.

Yes and it will be a good start for the next.

[Horrified]

Ah, Zeltros. A destination picked for it's exotic qualities. He hadn't been here himself but he thought that this was as good a time as any to set his ship down.

Did you need a lisence to fly? If he did, he didn't have one nd for good reason. So far in the absence he had managed to accumilte several prices on his head. Counting just the ones placed by the law: grand theft auto, armed robbery, theft, fraud, conspiracy to commit robbery and illegal trading of information. Also one attempted assault but that ws an embarressing story.

Yup, 'The Royal Flush' (As he had dubbed himself) had made quite a name for himself. And quite a price. Still flying his lovely beauty 'The Moralist' he had took quite a few trips around the galactic underworld. Never making himself known publicly except under that name. No photos and no traces back to him. In the few months he'd spent 'running' he'd pretty much gotten to know the ins and outs of the criminal world.

He pulled down his headphones, emitting an exotic and harrowingly dark beat, down to rest on his shoulders as he walked through the resort and stopped by a bar to order a very pink and effeminate looking drink. A sure sign of anyone who knew him.

His scarf, a very exotic and culturally primitive design that he had collected when hiding out in the caves with the alien natives of some... planet or moon he had long since forgotten, was wrapped thickly around his face to conceal it below his glasses and the hood of his black robe. Thankfully, the bar was air conditioned.

Although now a wanted criminal, Nel was still just as naive as ever. The most infantile, eccentric 18 year old possible. In fact, he blessed his disguise and how it allowed him to secretly eye the zeltron women without social reprisal. Yeah, he'd never fired his blaster at anyone in any sense of the word.

He pulled down the scarft, let the fruity drink pass his lips and then pressed the collar, instantly going through the Moralists system and (hopefully) into His trusted Pilots'.

''So... I knew integrating you into the moralist would help. If you're in range, you can hear this, I guess.'' He's still not gotten over watching the droid murder that guard in cold blood that eventful night but he'd have to let it slide. I guess when Nel kills someone he might find it easier to cope with, but until then...

Ah well, he'll just wait. Wait and drink fruity cocktails.

[kozeph]

The dark armored hunter walked out the spaceship and didn't even bothered to look back at the captain of the ship. Kivesh had payed more than enough to that greedy Sullustan and his piece of flying scrap.

Kivesh had come to Zeltron for one reason and one reason only. He received a coded transmission from a ship he thought abandoned "The Moralist" and it's odd crew. While the relationship between the Ubese and the crew as a whole was bad to say the least, Kivesh had attacked them in Nar Shaddaa and ruined a job or so they said. Eventually Kivesh had track them to coruscant where they saved the Ubese life after he had a very volatile and violent encounter with a Mandalorian named Ferrus and more than twenty armed mercenaries while pursuing another bounty. For saving his life Kivesh said that he would help the crew of the moralist before they parted ways again.

Kivesh received a coded signal from the private channel he had made for the Moralist to contact him, it said only one word "Zeltros"

Unlike most scum in the galaxy Kivesh was one to kept a promise, he was not inferior and untrusted worthy like most species and people or at least that was how Kivesh saw the ninety percent of the galaxy and its inhabitants.

Walking through the borders of the busy street Kivesh in his dark armor soon spotted the captain of the ship that odd human who seemed to keep a crew of even stranger people around him.

Kivesh purr his lips into a predatory smile while he expertly maneuvered himself around the crowd and behind the young human. Standing behind the boy Kivesh remained silent not letting his presence be known to him, the Ubese hoped to startle him when he turned around.

[Foxfire]

They stood in front of a full length holo mirror and looked at them-self. The red tinting was a nice touch though they had to admit. It gave them a more of a worthy look than the standard pale white. The Zeltro's female slowly slinked over to Ryver/Taym with the scarlet sheer Twi'lek gown. It was a wisp-of-a gown. Certain parts were thicker and less sheer, because of being made for fleshies, but they put it on any way.

The gown simple flowed over them even with their hardware protrusions. The gown was of unique made for it was self fitting. When in place the Zeltro's woman touched the sizer at the nape of the neck. Slowly the seams tightened into place making it a perfect fit. Once again they looked at each other and stared in wonderment at the change. Just a week ago they were grungy and slime coated and they were a metal goddess.

As they turned to the right and the left for a better look their Wi-Fi coms registered an incoming call.

''So... I knew integrating you into the moralist would help. If you're in range, you can hear this, I guess.''

It was the Captain finally calling for them. Turning to the Zeltro's female Ryver cupped the woman's chin with her left hand and said.......

It's wonderful take a thousand extra credits for your self and keep yourself open for tonight I might want to change my hair color. Smiling they walked away.

Taym had took control of the wireless remote-bot and had started the search when Ryver came out of their room. Taym was positioned three stories up from the bar and watched as the Captain made the call earlier. They both floated down the ornate golden staircase. Being watched as they passed by male gapping women staring at the dress. There was no way they would not attract attention with this night. At the bottom of the stairs Ryver looked toward the bar and saw the Captain in the same place. Slowly they slinked over copying the Zeltro's females walk.

A glass smashed on the tile and waiter poured a hot drink in a male's lap, all this due to Ryver/Taym's dress and walk. The whole scene was silent as they crossed the floor. Once they stopped they said in their altered program voice........

Sultry sounding...Well If it isn't the Captain and his pet. Long time no.........see.

[Horrified]

Nel had noticed Ryver walk up but had to do a small double take as he hardly recognised the droid in its new colour scheme and wearing... clothes, it seemed. It was fairly impressive, even more so when the voice it spoke in became much more sultry then he remembered.

''Ah. Had a few upgrades, I see.'' He remarked as she approached. Noticing the 'and his pet' she had added to her sentence he turned around to see the looming figure of Kivesh behind him. Presumabley he'd been waiting there for a while hoping to startle Nel but he was genuinly sad his plan was ruined by R/V's arrival.

''And Kivesh, how wonderful.'' Nels voice, as usual, seemed to be somewhere in between complete apathy and a hint of irony in the exaggerated inflections he put on certain words, the way a very cheap droid would talk, he guessed.

He smiled and rotated in his seat and looked at Kivesh.
''Not to hot in that armour are you? What have you been up to the past months?'' The latter question was directed at both of them, of course. He took a sip from his drink and pulled down his scarf, clearly exposing his face, upon which brimmed a smile.

''I can tell you my past month was pretty hectic. I have a very large bounty on my head now, it's all very exciting. Hands up if you've heard of the 'Royal Flush'.'' He raised his hand immediately.

''You know? The guy who bankrupt That corrupt independant bank owner who funded those extortionists? That was me.'' Unaware he was actually talking quite loud he was eager to voice his accomplishments to his crew. Still he was eager to hear their stories.

He made a small gesture that involved raising his drink and nodding his head in the direction of the port as if to suggest ''drinks or should we just head offworld?''. Either way he was glad Kivesh came. Loyal, a good trait. And R/V who seemed to just like the ship, which was flattering. Good crew members, he'd say.

[kozeph]

Kivesh kept walking behind Nel up until the young human was seated and started drinking some of those colorful drinks he seemed to enjoy so much. The boy had not changed at all since Kivesh last saw him.

The Ubese raised his eyebrow just as he watched the quirky droid come down a flight of stairs. He then shook his skull painted mask, that droid really needed a memory wipe. Kivesh blue eyes flared with anger when he was referred as "pet" by a droid of all things and for a second the bounty hunter amused the thought of drawing his blaster pistol and getting rid of the droid before it barked again. But he had to be civil at least for now...

Kivesh began walking around the table and sat on the edge, the red orbs of his painted mask watching the bio and the droid who had obviously parted ways some time ago. Kivesh ignored Nel remark about always wearing his armor and he smiled behind his mask remembering his last job.

"Hunting as always" the metallic voice rang, he had taken an oath not say anything about the suicide mission he participated in Muunilinst. It had been a thrilling experience to say the least and one job Kivesh would never forger, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed a mission that tested his limits.

"Good for you, Human" he said again his rasping and artificially enhanced voice said with little emotion, it was a funny thought that the droid voice carried far more emotion than the one coming from the Ubese hunter. "So, care to tell me the reason you called?" Kivesh said ignoring the droid, even if it was the pilot he didn't need to address it as a person no matter how quirky the android was.

The Ubese hunter then took a moment to draw a small probe droid and with the wrist computer he had, gave it orders to explore the building. He wanted to find out if his former employer was still following and keeping track of Kivesh movements.

[Karl the Unfettered]

A stool or two down the bar from Nel and the others, and largely unnoticed, a wasted human wreck was slumped in on himself, hooded head face-down on his arm; a thick glass was held in the curl of his other hand, and the poison-green concoction was only half empty. The Zeltron bartender avoided the man uneasily; he wasn't enjoying himself, and by all appearances hadn't enjoyed himself in quite some time. Thus did he drive off all the Zeltrons in an area around him, not being able to stand the overwhelming despair and fury emanating off of him.

Especially since he hadn't moved in ten minutes.

Despite his wasted looks he was still aware of his environment, and Nel's loud voice was starting to grate. Not as much as the mechanical rasping of Kivesh's voice, though. And as Nel was bragging about bankrupting some guy or whatever, the man in the clanky coat snorted and shifted about, coming to his feet in a curiously lithe movement, revealing a very tall fellow with a shaggy bowl cut and unkempt facial hair that did little to hide his icy, piercing blue eyes; he was clearly very muscular beneath a long dark coat and heavy pack, which both seemed rather bulky and full of... things.

"Sir?" the bartender said, noticing his least favorite customer had stirred at last. "Um, is there a problem...?"

"Many, but none you can do any damn thing about, so shut your gob," he replied sharply, glaring at the barkeep; his icy blue eyes and sudden menacing demeanor served to put the man off, and he retreated rapidly down the bar toward friendlier clientele. That taken care of, he swilled down the rest of his green drink and faced Nel directly. "You don't watch the news much, do you, boy?" the shaggy fellow said. "That banker you're so proud of taking down? I killed him, blew up his building and erased all the accounts." There was no sound of bragging in his voice, he was merely stating facts, albeit harsh facts in a harsh manner.

He turned his icy eyes on Ryver and Kivesh, blinked in recognition at the droid, and turned his attention back to Nel. "You've got a pretty penny on your head too, Mister Flush," he went on, taking one heavy step closer. "What's your real name?"

[Horrified]

Nel smiled and listened with intent at what Kivesh had to say. When he was about to answer his question regarding why he called him here he was interrupted somewhat by the tall buff man in the coat who looked as though he slept almost as little as Nel, but alot worse for it.

Nel remained smiling but he didn't appreciate the intimidation. He did watch the news, he had a constant feed, in fact. How else was he supposed to run a proper underground crime movement without keeping up to date with the latest news? Not that he would say that, it seemed too obvious.

''Manta.'' Nel said, in regards to what his name was. He used his general alias with people like this, but his preffered crime alias, The Royal Flush, was only one of the ones he used. The King, Queen and Ace of Crime were also him. Typically this meant he was able to disperse his bounty over multiple bodies. The king and queen were dead, though. They had been killed and the bounties had been collected. By The Ace, no less.

It was all very hilarious.

''So I take it you're here to collect my head, then? You seem like the sort of man who would be interested in taking down crime lords.'' He gave the man a coy look as if to suggest he should double guess the validity of this young man claiming to be a successful crime lord. Indeed, crime lord was a grand term, Nel avoided it. He was a good theif, almost all the jobs he pulled that he didn't want publisised had gone unnoticed.

''I'll tell you what. You may have killed him and erased his accounts but I'm not a murderer. I was just interested in his money. I'm a thief.'' Taking a sip of his pink potion and crossing his legs he looked between the burley man and the former crew members.

''I want you both back. I miss the crew and I can't pilot the ship that well. You're both very loyal, coming back to me like this. I really do appreciate it. Things will go better this time.'' He looked at his friends and smiled. ''And I know you've both been up to some interesting stuff. I'm glad to see neither of you have gotten rusty. No pun intended, R/V.''

He was referensing some of their activities when Nel had been gone and the crew had been disbanded. Nel heard lots of things on the dark waters' radio waves and kept a close ear on his old crew. He'd been impressed.

[Foxfire]

Taym listened to the banter between the three as he scanned and sorted all in categories from dangerous to non-combatants. One being had made no movement nor responded to anything going on. Taym 's logic processors hummed in wonderment as to who this one is. It was not until the Captains voice which to Taym could grate on people did just that and awoke the being from whatever stupor it was in. It was not until the being spoke did this being go to the top of the most dangerous list and caught Ryver's attention too.

The hover ball slowly floated back wards keeping the three between it and the now known Romeo. When breaking around a corner Taym took the hover ball to a turbo lift and to their room. Taym at once informed the Zeltron female of her needed assistance. He having her bring a luggage case to the bar for Ryver. The case held just two things the two M-61s and ten thermodets. The Zeltrons female in just a silk sheaf which hid nothing to any imagination trailed by the hover case followed Taym's hover ball down the lift.

Ryver listened to Romeo's words and knew that this bar was not going to stand for long, that is if they did not move this some where more........ defend-able.

In the sultry voice.....Well if it is not the infamous Romeo. Looks like time has been kind to you. That is the problem with flesh......... it ages.

Noticing the Zeltron from her room in her sensors coming up behind her........We know this one Captain if you want more words then make them in less........confind area. Besides......Turning to the Zeltro's female and wrapping her right metal arm around the female's shoulders....I found some one who doesn't screw up my finish. The building's computer systems are as loose as the morals of this planet. I would like to keep it here for future contact information gathering.

The Zeltro's female smile nervously at the group and said 'thank you mum'. Ryver let her go and move quickly back to safe cover.

So if you want the bounty or just to talk then I suggest as less refined area. Hmm?

[kozeph]

Kivesh noticed from the corner of the red glows of his skull painted a person approach the group. The Human looked pretty wasted, yet something made a tinkling sensation on his spine, the Kivesh trained as a hunter he could sometimes judge people especially when they were very skilled. Kivesh blue eyes watched behind the red lights of the black hemlet with a painted skull, while the newcomer approached the table the Ubese slowly stood up and allowed one of his hands to rest in the handle of his swords while the other sat casually in his hip the thumb of the dark hunter was casually setting near the trigger of flash granade.

Kivesh suspisions about the newcomer were confirmed with the words spoken by the droid. If the droid called this Romeo infamuse then that human must be taken somewhat seriously. Kivesh did not miss the mention of the area being unsuitable, he wondered why but a couple of seconds later Kivesh knew half the awnser. The little probe droid reported back to the hunter sending him a image directly to the ubese HUD of what Kivesh guessed to be an explosive.

"I agree with the droid" the artificially enhanced voice said behind the painted white skull.

Then the little young human spoke again, Kivesh turned to his direction yet his eyes never did stopt watching this Romeo.

"As long as you keep paying" That was all the Ubese said, while he did not enjoy spending time with others none Ubeses, this Nel always seemed to attract opportunities and challenges Kivesh was all too happy to participate.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Romeo snorted. "Nobody asked you, River Tam or whatever you call yourself," he told the schizo droid. "Doesn't matter where you are, Manta-boy, it won't save you from me. Sure, let's go outside if it'll make your more comfortable... just make it easier for me to take you down in the end." He stopped and peered closer at the boy, Manta or whatever. "I'm not so sure you are who you say you are... you're barely old enough to start shaving."

That was a little odd coming from Romeo, him being only twenty-four. But on him it was harder to tell; his face was obscured by hair and scruff, and the icy blue eyes held no trace whatsoever of youth or innocence. If they held anything it was despairing rage, acute misery at the circumstances of his life. "Well, whatever. I need cash, you're worth cash, so wherever you want to settle up is fine with me."

The assassin turned again and walked out the door, brushing past Kivesh as if the Ubese wasn't even there. Either he hadn't noticed the armored alien or he was deliberately snubbing him; likely the latter, though there wouldn't be any definite way of telling. "Don't keep me waiting, lady and gentlemen," he called over his shoulder as he walked out.

"...he didn't pay his tab," the barman said helplessly, immensely relieved at the departure of the seething mass of negativity.

Unnoticed by the man, and perhaps by the others, Romeo had dropped a small pouch beneath his stool as he was getting up. The pouch was designed to foil most sensor technology; inside was a low-grade explosive, an incendiary bomb that would flash-char most living flesh in its radius. That radius just happened to be the interior of the bar...

[Horrified]

The air seemed to chill slightly. Nel, as he ignored the taunts that were directed at him by the tall, imposing figure, were more concentrated on what he had said to R/V.

He knew R/V. That was a cause for concern. R/V certainly thought him to be dangerous... what had R/V done that... oh dear.

As Nel had been keeping tabs on his crew after it disbanded he had heard of a few of R/Vs escapades he had noticed that they had run into a fairly dangerous character by the name of Romeo. This was a bad sign, because if Nel was correct then he had only seconds until annihilation.

He lifted himself of the stool and onto the bar, knocking his girly cocktail over in the process, looking around and noticing the explosives that had been left by his foe. He had no time to remove them. He glanced at Kivesh, wondering why he had not alerted him to the explosives using his HUD and then dow the bar.

''LEG IT!!!!''

He did what came naturally and grabbed the register full of credit chips and bolted down the bar towards door, gesturing with his free hand for his crew to follow him. As he ran full speed towards the exit, wondering when the bomb was actually going to explode.

Crashing through the door and essentially tripping, spilling credit chips in front of him he looked up and shambled to his feet. Looking in either direction to confront Romeo as a few people from the bar ran out in fright. He was still amazed that nobody had tackled him for stealing the register, though.

[Foxfire]

They let Romeo fume and rant about, as they did a search on their Captain and found a dead or dead reward bounty on his head. This was not good for any of them and with Romeo there dead often came with a big bang. Taym search quickly as Romeo left. The only thing left was a small pouch with a non-danger signal from it. But they knew that a bang was here so anything that was around Romeo would explode.

Tying into the hotel's danger alarms Taym set them off while Ryver made for the pouch picking it up could have been a bad idea if it was motion sensitive, but they had to deal with it. As they jumped the bar Ryver opened the trash shoot and set it down alone with a few other items they swiped off the bar near where Romeo was sitting even the chair he was sitting on.

Many of the hume were running for the E.B.D's ,emergency bomb doors, the zeltron female that was working on R/V came running back into the bar. Ryver bolted over the bar and dragged her and their case out one of the doors not stopping. Romeo would now need to be shown how to do a kill. Collateral damage was not an option when the target was so easy to kill.

Ryver was in a Droid's perspective 'Ticked off'.

[kozeph]

Kivesh did not blink for one second as the rugged human passed next to him. The Ubese turned around and quietly followed him, he did not bother telling the others of the bomb at their feets Nel had to learn to be mindfull of his sorroundings and if the droid did not see it, then it obviously needed to be mantained.

The hunter with the painted skull, kept himself five steps behind Romeo, one hand in the hilt of a blade and the other next to one of his silver blasters. Once out side Kivesh heard Nel scream, the Ubese smirked behind his mask. but otherwise did not keep and dared remove his shinning blue eyes from the extremely stupid human in front of him.

The Ubese sneered once he heard someone collapse behind him, it was not surprising to see Nel there, trying to collect the credit chips on the floor "Seems I understamited you" the metallic voice spoke soon after "Thats probably the worst way I've seen someone collect a bounty" Kivesh soon turned around, having seemingly lost interest in Romeo. He began approaching his captain and adressed him.

"Come human, collect your money and lets leave this place... I grow tired of amatures" Kivesh paused for a moment and turned around the red dots in his mask flared to life.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Romeo hadn't gone too far; he was leaning against the wall next to the doorway into the bar, watching everyone else scramble around like gizkas with their heads cut off. It was a pretty funny sight, to be sure, especially when Nel ran out and fell to the floor, spilling money everywhere. Then that Ubese showed up and hissed something strange, and that schizo droid ran out as well. "Man, you guys are pathetic," he drawled, getting up from the wall and ambling over to the door.

"Lemme guess, River Tam... you threw the bag down the garbage chute, right?" he asked, closing the doors with a rough slam and turning the blast locks to. Barely a second later there was a frightful roar and several smaller explosions from behind them; ghastly orange light and tiny licks of flame could be seen through the cracks at the edges, and the air became noticeably hotter quite quickly. The light, the roaring and the flames died out within seconds, however, and Romeo threw the doors open again.

Inside, the bar was ruined. The remaining people had been rendered into so much useless ash just inside the doorway; all the liquor on the shelves behind the bar had exploded from the intense heat, and everything was charred and warped as well. They would also notice a sudden depressurizing sensation as the air from the hall was rapidly pulled into the room; the flames had consumed all the air in their fury, and of course natural laws demanded an equalization of pressures and balances.

The droid was safe, Kivesh had his armor and Romeo was conditioned to withstand such things, but Nel might not be so lucky. "An enclosed space like this... even if you survive the flames you'd asphyxiate from lack of air, since the fires would consume it all," the assassin explained casually as the air wooshed in around him. "Throwing the bomb down the chute was a huge mistake, River Tam; the gases and fumes down there would ignite as surely as anything." Sure enough, the area around the garbage chute was the most affected by the searing explosion.

With that he turned and regarded the others, an obscene grin on his hardened face. "So... who wants to die first?" he inquired idly, a pair of lever-actions shotguns in his hands, aimed at Kivesh and Ryver. "Or do you want to beg for your captain's life? Try to inspire mercy, change my mind? Go on then, make your offer and I'll consider it. But it better be a good one, if you're gonna play at all."

[Horrified]

Nel was not at all embarrassed by his little trip and had successfully gathered up all of his spilled money, pocketing the loose credits and tossing the petty stuff aside. He widened his eyes as a rumble burst forth from behind him and hit the deck once more as the explosion ripped forth from the bar and the back-draft whooshed overhead.

He'd kept his hair and his flesh unburnt but he had rather ungracefully landed on his nose, making it bleed something frightful.

As the flames dies down he scooped up any remaining credit and got back up, thanked Kivesh and faced Romeo. They had no chance, even though it was a three on one they had been caught mostly unawares. Romeo was trained for this situation, Nel was fairly concussed, Kivesh and R/V mightn't be too effective on their own.

Nel looked intently at Romeo with an uncharacteristically stern face, blood streaming from his nose and ultimately looking fairly ridiculous as the remains of the bar popped and fizzled behind him. He withdraw his blaster, The Ruby Crank, from its holster on the inside of his dark coat, and kept his finger on the inside trigger.

''I can't forgive such an act of wanton destruction.'' Nel said, chocking slightly and brushing his hair aside with his free hand and removing his now broken glasses. ''But I can see you know your stuff, and I've heard some pretty decent stuff about how you operate.'' He relaxed his stance and pulled the finger off of the trigger on his blaster, but kept it at hand.

''Why did you do this bounty, for money?'' Nel asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. ''You know what I'm like, I can offer you ten times as much as these guys are offering you and a great deal more if you join my crew.''

''You'll have plenty of stuff to blow up, that's for sure. And we can even get you a decent haircut if you want. Own room, nice ship, I've got lots of stuff you can make bombs from.'' Nel smiled nervously, if Romeo was as mad as he'd heard then he'd gun them all down right now but hopefully if he had any sense in him he'd find that joining the crew was a good turn.

''If you decide not to then I'm afraid I'm going to have to go down fighting. I just like it when a man makes a sensible deal.'' He brought his left arm out in the gesture of a handshake, and put his finger back on the trigger. He felt slightly faint but it wouldn't be to bad. He'd just have to find himself a doctor and get him patched up. If he made it past Romeo, of course.

[Foxfire]

Ryver wanted to blast the fool into atoms but the way the Captain was speaking they knew he had some thing in mind. Turning back to the Zeltro's female making sure she was unhurt Taym checked Ryver's dress. The dress was not just a dress but capital, money. Enough money that if resold they could get a refit and a new outer body and a few new servos. Of course they did not spend the money they had hacked the trash accounts of the building and bought it using their moneys.

When Ryver heard the Captain about Romeo joining up with them she then knew the logic in the choice. What a better hands on player than Romeo. Ryver could logically put aside the incident of the bar and of earlier on events. Because they knew they would out live this being by hundreds of years.

[kozeph]

Kivesh ignored the fiery blast, the red glowing orbs kept staring at Romeo. The Ubese smiled and turned around to fully face him, this had taken a turn for the best. The heat from the fire below and the rising smoke and the danger of having a gun being pointed at him make Kivesh feel alive.

Nel began speaking soon after, proposing a deal to the merchant of death. It was the most logical and easiest choice Kivesh could think off, but he was not the one he liked, below his mask the ubese silently sneered and his armor masked all and any emotion. The hunter while annoyed by the fact that he was cornered he was still slightly amused as to how that child of a human could get poeople together and have them work without shooting each other.

Kivesh decided that he would help Nel on this negotiation for once or at least put the situation at an even ground as it where if romeo turned down the boy with a bleeding nose deal, then they would not met a gory death.

"Code cero six eleven" was all that Kivesh said while Nel finished talking, in the last couple of seconds the small orb Kivesh had sent scouting came back, there was only one thing strange about the floating probe droid. It was beeping, a beeping anyone familiar with electronics or demolitions would regocnize as being about to self destruct. Normally a probe droid self destructing would not be threat or cause great alarm.

"I rigged the droid to explode with enough power to rival a thermal detonator" Kivesh explained soon after "ten seconds, make your choice assassin" was all the artificial voice of the hunter said, it was a bluff of course Kivesh was not good enough with explosives to modefy something that small. Hopefully Romeo would take the bluff for truth.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"What, you think I did this on purpose?" Romeo scoffed at Nel. "I came here to get drunk, Sunny Jim, and you started talking too loudly. Don't go pinning that shit on me now." His glanced flickered briefly down to Nel's outstretched hand, and he laughed again. "I don't shake left-handed, kid, no man does. But I guess you're not quite old enough to figure that out, are ya?" Clearly he thought Nel's youth an object of scorn, or at least something to laugh at when he wasn't threatening everyone else.

The assassin's glance drifted over to Kivesh, and his smirk widened. "Nice try, Ubese, but your little float-ball's too small," he declared. The shotgun disappeared in the blink of an eye, coming back up with a heavy ion pistol just as fast; he fired in the same motion, and the shot sent the probe droid straight to the floor, sparking and sputtering its outcry against this newly-visited abuse. "Next time, bring a better hand if you're gonna play Dead Man's Bluff, aye?" The droid, though disabled, was not destroyed; an hour's work could bring it back to speed, though its memory and higher functions would be impaired without the help of a decent programmer.

Again his hands blurred with impossible speed; the ion pistol was now trained on Ryver (or Taym, or whichever one it was at the moment) and his other hand was empty. For the moment. "So, Manta-boy, lemme get this straight... in exchange for not turning you in, I get a job on your ship, a steady paycheck and all the ammo I'll ever need? Is that what you're offering?" Those icy blue eyes were now appraising as they regarded the lad in front of him. "You have no idea who I really am, or what I'm capable of, and you're still offering all that... you've got balls, kid, I'll give you that."

For a long moment he didn't move, he simply stared Nel down. Then he laughed, and the ion pistol disappeared. "One question, and I'll join you," he declared. "What's my liquor cabinet gonna look like?"

[Horrified]

Nel kept his left hand out, smiling at Romeo as he belittled him slightly. Nel didn't flinch as Romeo showcased his proficient gunslinging techniques, he just treated it as confirmation that he was making the right, albeit dangerous, choice. It's all a matter of perspective.

Putting his blaster back away and taking a step forward, still with the left hand, he decided to seal his end of the deal.

''Yeah, I promise all of those things. My crew is an equal ship, everyone gets treated the same. Even the droids. And I don't want to die today so this deal is beneficial to me as much as it is to you in that regard,''

And now the question of his booze.

''Now, it's as big as you can make it. We have an area on deck for the booze, it's free for everyone to use, I don't mind you smuggling your own stuff on board.''

And then, flexing the fingers on his left hand as he accented the importance of this off handshake, he looked at Romeo with a look that seemed to suggest whatever hell Romeo might bring down on them would be well worth the fun of the adventure.