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Oct 16, 2010 19:12:48 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Oct 16, 2010 19:12:48 GMT -5
Whiskey nodded her Head at Tango's question. Though she didn't know it, this hunt for Axle had been her longest assignment. She had spent many months following the man's breadcrumbs. But it didn't matter. Anyone could be found. I'd been tracking him for a few months. I was about to check back in at Green Meadows when I'd got a tip that he was on Tattooine. After capturing him, ther was no need for more supplies.
Again she spoke of her mission to find Axle with a matter of fact tone. She held no remorse for what she had done. It was what she was. She certainly wasn't going to apologize for it. If it hadn't been her, it would have been someone else. But she couldn't help but notice Axle's continued angry stares. He watched her as if she were still going to come after him. Though she still felt the need to complete the mission, she was hardly in a position to do so, and besides, she had promised Tango she would not do anything of the sort. She had told him too.
The topic soon changed to the ship's space-worthiness as Tango devided up some mush and crackers. It was hard to eat with the binders on, but Whiskey kept quiet and endured as the two discussed options. When they'd both spoken, she added in her own comment.
Axle has a point. Though youNs I know, Tango, that it won't fool them forever. Do you think they'll send some of the others after us? It would only make sense I think. If they do, it's only a matter of time. We always find our marks. Her eyes flicked over to Axle then, a smirk catching her lips for only a slight moment before a yawn erased it. She had spent hours unconscious in that cage, but she didn't feel rested at all. And even though her ankle was already feeling better, her ribs were still sore. A good sleep stretched out, even on the hard ground would do her a great deal of good.
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Nov 15, 2010 15:37:25 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 15, 2010 15:37:25 GMT -5
(okay so…her muse is…*eyes respirator* in critical condition. On that note, I may/may not deactivate her [likely will since Vic is going inactive], but either way I'm gonna try to wrap this thread up and get you guys back to Tatooine so y’all can figure out what you want to do with Axle and Whiskey. I feel bad for holding you guys up with fickle Tango muse.)
Quietly she listened to the two, her eyes closed as she sat by the fire once more. A muscle in her jaw worked slightly as she attempted to recall anything and everything she could about the transports GM gave them. Would they have known about the impact? Would the alarms on the ship have sent a signal back to them for retrieval? It was possible…but if they could get it fixed and out to drift in space….no, there was just not enough time. Shaking her head she opened her eyes again and looked at Axle.
”As good a plan as that would normally be, we don’t have the time to spare. Chances are that the alarms you two triggered in the ship would have sent a distress signal back to the Meadows and they’re on their way here at top speeds, especially since Whiskey was on her way to pick up a possibly dangerous mark.
It would take time to gather the items needed for the ship, and more time to repair it…while we’re doing that, we’re taking the chance that another one or two of us will arrive. You’re injured, Whiskey is injured, and while Whiskey is still able to fight it wouldn’t be advisable. I'm good, but I'm not the best of us and my skills require me to get close. Should they send someone with higher ranged skills than myself we may well be caught. In the rush to get away, should that happen, we’re more likely to make mistakes and leave an obvious trail to follow…also something that should be avoided at all costs.”
She paused for a moment, unzipping the end of one sleeve of her jacket and adjusting the two thick straps around her forearm so the hardened clips on them were angled properly. Thankfully she’d not had a reason to use the long case that was in her pack yet, but talking…thinking…about having to face down another member of the Meadows had her making certain that she easily could utilize her weapons. Zipping that sleeve closed again and moving to the other, she sighed. ”I may just be paranoid, but it isn’t a risk I want to take. It was bad enough seeing you appear from that ship, Whiskey, and you weren’t even sent after me,” she admitted quietly. Looking up at the other woman she shook her head slightly and looked back to the fire.
”Do I think they’ll send some of the others after us? I have very little doubt. They used them to try and stop us getting away from the compound, I see no reason why they would have any qualms in sending our companions out after us…and that’s the trouble, isn’t it?” That really was the trouble…they were just too good at what they did. ”We have an advantage though, that other marks don’t have: we know what the others look like, and we know each other's strengths.” That still didn’t mean she wanted to take any chances though.
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Nov 16, 2010 20:15:47 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Nov 16, 2010 20:15:47 GMT -5
For a moment he had let himself believe, hope that he could get the ship up and running. And he could have but as Tango spoke the young man's heart sank. His plan had been a good one. Repair the ship and use it to his, their advantage but Tango made a very good point; what if they suspected trouble? The itch settled back into Axle's primaries as ifs welled up in his mind. If they were really on their way, if he could find a way to escape in time, among other things were soon bouncing around his head so he missed some of what Tango said. However, he got the gist; they needed another out. While they were all good at something, Tango apparently at longer ranged combat, two of the three of them were injured. Axle shook his head. This was looking more grim by the moment.
As if everything isn't already completely FUBAR...
As Tango fell silent Axle breathed the night air and looked at this host, eyes moving between her and Whiskey.
As it seems my idea won't work in the here and now, what do you suggest? We have no ship, no money, and an overabundance of injuries here. How the hell are we going to get off this rock?
The young man's voice had a flicker of fear in it. More of them? He couldn't stand being around two. Trying to redirect his thoughts Axle set to reinspecting his wounds. With his wings clipped and his arm, wing-arms, and torso all cut up he was feeling more vulnerable than ever. He didn't shoot Whiskey a glance this time, no need. She knew how angry he was at her, how little he cared if she were to die here and now... but why overstate it. He signed and whispered to himself.
Hate this... I hate this...
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Nov 18, 2010 18:11:40 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Nov 18, 2010 18:11:40 GMT -5
Whiskey finished off the mush and crackers, wiping the crumbs from her lap and Tango mulled over their short discussion. She was right. Any signal that might have been sent from her ship would likely trigger a fast response. It was weird, thinking of Green Meadows as the enemy. She still wasn't sure if that was how she saw them. Under any other circumstances, the fact that her crashed ship sent a signal home would have been a good thing. Her mind was slow to register that it now apparently meant the opposite. Her brow furrowed as she thought about that.
Axle spoke again, disappointment was obvious in his voice, as was that tone that he always seemed to have. Her eyes watched him, studying again. How to categorize it? It sounded something like a complaint, frustrated... even angry. But there was something else to it. She didn't know the word, or at least she couldn't recall it.
She did, however, recognize the anger and hopelessness in his final words. He whispered them, but Whiskey heard all the same. Tango was sure to have heard them also. Their hearing was excellent, no, beyond excellent. It was enhanced. Green Meadows had given them that enhancement, along with many others. Was it so bad? They'd received an implanted chip in their brain that regulated and suppressed emotions, sure. But what was wrong with that? Emotions did nothing but cloud the mind, making it harder to think, to reason. Axle was letting his emotions get in the way, wasn't he? Was it not better to take them out of the picture, so to speak?
She recognized her own frustration. Axle frustrated her, her injuries frustrated her. Tango frustrated her for making her wear the manacles. The fact that she was frustrated frustrated her! Whiskey huffed a sigh and rubbed her face with her hands. She'd seen doctors and researchers do this when their experiments or readings went wrong. She had to admit that it felt pleasing. But she would have rather had her chip functioning again and alleviating the frustration on its own. With another sigh, she spoke.
We might have to split up. It would be harder to catch us that way. I'd leave you both alone. I won't know where you went.
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Nov 18, 2010 21:27:15 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 18, 2010 21:27:15 GMT -5
Quietly she listened…very quietly. The woman was almost so still that it almost seemed as if she’d suddenly become nothing more than a wax statue. Only the firelight flickering across her skin, the brown untidy curls and waves of her hair barely moving in the rising heat from the fire, the hardly noticeable rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, and those oddly lavender eyes that moved just slightly as she studied the flames and flickering coals gave any hint of life to her form. What did she hear? Fear, the beginnings of something she could only name as hopelessness, frustration…she heard the same from both of them to one degree or another, but, for one shining (if brief) moment, Tango rose to the occasion.
She didn’t have to do it often, but there were times when she’d had to take hold of a situation to keep whoever she was working with from getting hurt further. As one of the few medics of the group it was necessary that she have some leadership abilities, but Tango often chose to be the follower if given the chance. She wasn’t being given the chance. Axle had openly asked for suggestions, and Whiskey still didn’t know what to think of this whole situation. While her suggestion was a decent one, she wasn’t certain that she should just let her sister go back and be ‘fixed’…become one of the Meadow’s toy soldiers again. For that brief moment, she pushed aside her own sorrow and anger and frustration and hopelessness and let them give way to something considerably different. If she’d bothered to take the time to put names to these new emotions, she would have likely pinpointed them as determination and protectiveness.
Finally she looked up, her eyes sweeping first to one, then the other before standing and moving over to Whiskey. If this was going to work, if they were all going to get out of here without the other assassins finding them, she was going to have to trust her sister. Kneeling down, Tango took her wrists and looked her straight in the eyes. ”I'm going to trust you, Whiskey. If we’re all going to get away, then it’s important that you trust me too…we can’t trust each other with binders on, but just so you know, I'm going to do everything I can to keep you two from trying to injure each other further.” With that she’d unlock the binders and put them back into a pouch on her belt. She’d attempt a small smile at her sister before standing again and moving toward Axle to check his bandages…more out of habit than anything else.
”I hate this also, but there isn’t much we can do about the situation other than deal with it. I’ve got a little money, not a lot, but I can get us more and I can…will…get us all off this planet. I'm not sure how yet…and it isn’t going to be easy whatever it is. I’ll need both of your help. Axle, you know more about how people act every day than I do at this point, I’ll need you to do some talking and…’ship admiring’…Whiskey, you’re the best here at ranged combat, I’ll likely need you with that as well, if things go bad. If I can’t swiftly gather enough to pay for us all to get off Mustafar, then we’re going to have to pick easy prey and take a ship.”
She honestly couldn’t believe she’d just suggested hijacking a ship…it was absurd, but it could work. If the crew of whichever ship was small enough, and weren’t expecting it, Whiskey and Tango could take them out fairly easily with their combined skills. Axle seemed to know the most about ships, and had the best grip on how to read people out of the three of them…he was the wisest choice to scout the ships and crews for the best one. It didn’t require much more than sitting back and listening, and looking, and some talking…she hoped he could manage that. In the mean time, she’d have to work swiftly to…’gather’ what she could and hopefully pay for a way off rather than stealing one. ”Logically, it should work…if I can’t get the money needed, you have to have a ship picked that can get us off of here with a small enough crew that Whiskey and I can subdue swiftly. *sigh* I don’t want to have to do that if we can avoid it, but we might not have a choice…”
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Dec 14, 2010 20:45:49 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Dec 14, 2010 20:45:49 GMT -5
His breathing became regular as he reclined. The upwelling of emotional pain seemed to ebb away as he tried to think of something, some potential way to get out of this whole mess. He was beginning to feel the weight of the hour on his eyelids once more and as the two women spoke in turn, spoke their minds, Axle found a comfortable spot against his tree. The pain in his wings prickled from the very tip all the way to the roots causing a shiver to run up the young man's spine. In fact, every injury he sustained itched fiercely causing him to shift where he sat. It would be good to sleep this night to its conclusion. Before he could close his eyes for good, however, Tango's voice and the sound of movement caused him to shoot upright.
He watched as their doctor removed the bindings on Whiskey's arms. Despite the comfort he found a moment ago he was instantly drawn into himself, the reflex making him ready for anything. He would survive... however, Whiskey didn't move, even after she reassured Tango of her innocence, that she would go away and leave him alone.
I don't see that actually working, girly. You go back and who knows what more they will do to you; likely send you back out after me. I won't be so nice next time.
He continued to glare at his former captor. It was nothing like before, the careful deliberate movements. Her eyes remained cold and passive but she looked almost... insecure. For this first time this evening he though he even sensed weakness... not physical in the same manner but psychological. Even as Tango spoke he kept his eyes on her, the fire lighting the highlights of her form.
...you know more about how people act every day than I do at this point, I’ll need you to do some talking and…’ship admiring’…Whiskey, you’re the best here at ranged combat, I’ll likely need you with that as well, if things go bad. If I can’t swiftly gather enough to pay for us all to get off Mustafar, then we’re going to have to pick easy prey and take a ship.”
Her tone was markedly kind as she inspected his bandages, his arms and second-shoulders twitching every so often. Axle huffed and shook his head trying to clear the sleepiness from his mind. So her plan was to "commandeer" a ship if they couldn't acquire one legally. That was what mattered, however there was risk involved as she said. Everything seemed to involve risk these days.
The thing was, Axle couldn't see an alternative if in this situation. RC seemed closer than ever so even if they were chased by the law... well, that was the least of their worries. A drop of self-respect grew in him, his out-running the feds in the little junker he left back on Tattoine. If he could do it in Journey... he could do it in a civilian craft. As Tango ceased her thought the young man shifted again to look back at the woman properly.
If that is the deal then I'll go along with it. Just so long as I am away from this place, away from you. He shot Whiskey another look that dripped with venom. I would much prefer the legal method if possible. However if we can't I'll find us a ship. But take it from me, the security around most major star-ports will give us the stars and more trying to stop us from smuggling much less ship theft.
Axle paused to allow his words to sink in. He'd had to escape more than one port and they had been very touch and go. With a ship he was unfamiliar with it would be even worse.
I suggest we do this as soon as possible... Now if you would pardon my yawning... Axle pulls his hand over his mouth to shield a very long yawn. I'll be going to sleep now. Good night.
With that Axle returns to a more reclining position and lets his eyes slide shut. The relief is nearly instantaneous if only the weight taken off his eyelids. His ears remain active, however, listening for anything the two women might say that he would be interested in.
Sleep... its such a good thing.
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