"Deals Made, Alliances Forged"
By: Minn Starcrash
Reinrich Tas
Master D'Amara [NPC+]
Location: 'Nocturnal Delights', New Plouton
Date: Vadris 16, 5 ABY
***
By daylight, the outside of the club was unassuming and revealed none of the
secrets hidden away from prying eyes. It nearly looked abandoned without
the lights or people vying to get inside. It was a mystery that the place
could stay in business with the Jau occupation. Some secret deal had to be
made, something to allow the club to cater to the needs of the New Plouton
population.
Minn Starcrash approached the door of the establishment. She knocked once
and waited. It took several minutes for the door to open before she was let
inside.
"You'll need to be searched," the guard said as he indicated where she
should put her hands for him to make sure she carried no weapons. Minn
placed
her hands against the wall with a wary glance for him. He looked human, but
a thick ridge that ran over his brow indicated something not-so-human.
"Don't you have a scanner," she asked as he felt his way up the outside of
her thighs.
"Where's the fun in that," he drawled as he shifted his hands inside her
thighs and began working upwards.
He wasn't ready for the elbow Minn threw at his nose, but apparently the
bone that ran across his brow also protected his nose. A spike of pain
worked its way through her nerves. Undeterred, she spun and thew him back
with Force-assisted strength. Fear filled his eyes as her crimson
lightsaber ignited and snapped into a lunge that stopped just before his
chest.
"I think I will go in and speak with Mister Tas now," she said. "From now
on, when I arrive, you will pass me through regardless of what weapons I
carry."
"Right," he growled, but the fear kept him back.
Minn's blade flashed and the man screamed. He stared at the cauterized
stump where his hand should have been. "A lesson," she said. "I am sure
you will remember what I said from now on."
She deactivated her weapon and strode toward the back rooms where Reinrich
Tas' office waited. She banged the door once, but didn't pause to wait.
She pushed her way into the office.
"Guess who's back," she said with a grin.
Reinrich met her smile with a cocksure smirk and rose smoothly from his
chair. "That was fast. I knew you couldn't stay away for long." He ran
the back of his palm across her cheek when she was near.
"I would have stayed away longer," Minn said as she held up a holo-disc,
"but my Master requested I return. A message for you about a possible
future, and a dramatic rise in power. If you are interested, of course,"
"You don't know me well at all," he commented smugly. Reinrich accepted the
cube and transferred it to the reader atop his desk. In moments a
holographic image sprang to life, relaying the message sent by Minn's
master.
The holographic figure appeared to be wearing some sort of dark, ominous
looking armor. A long scar ran down the left side of his face, curling his
lip into a permanent snarl.
"Mister Tas," the man began. "I am Darth Tarkul, or more casually known as
Jax D'Amara. You are a man of influence within various circles on
Tae'Karada, specifically within the metropolis of New Plouton. I have need
of such influence. Those who stand as my allies will be greatly rewarded
for their loyalty and service. I can assure you, that your rewards will be
far greater than you can imagine.
"If you are willing to swear your loyalty to me, to become my agent, I give
to you Minn Starcrash, my apprentice. She will serve you well and loyally.
If you have issue with her, you need only speak to me and I will ensure her
obedience. On occasion, I will still require her service while my new
apprentice is trained, and ask only that you allow her to continue her work
for me when it is required, which will benefit us both.
"In the matter of the Jedi, you must cease your inquiries and attempts to
capture them. They will be dealt with in time, and when I have finished
with you, I will grant to you the one you desire, with my thanks for your
loyal service."
The hologram seemed to close in on him then, making the Sith Lord appear
even larger, looming above both Minn and Reinrich. "Do not think that you
can cross me and accept what I give only to turn against me at a later time.
I will not think kindly upon that, and am well-educated in all manner of
torture. Remain loyal, and all you desire shall become yours."
The hologram ended.
Reinrich was pensively silent, though there was a fiendish glint in his
slitted eyes and a nearly ravenous grin on his lips. He glanced aside at
Minn. "My loyal servant," he echoed in delight. "And all if I give up
Talara." Reinrich shrugged and offered his hand to Minn. "An easy trade.
You're far better in bed, anyway."
Minn had managed to conceal her surprise at her Master's message well
enough, or so she hoped. Adjusting her gaze to his eyes, she placed
her hand in his. "Of course," she whispered, and then added, "Master."
Chuckling deeply, Reinrich backed towards his couch to introduce his
apprentice to the many ways she would be expected to serve him.
***
Minn's breathing had finally returned to normal as she lay on
Reinrich's couch with him just behind her. He had made sure when her
clothes came off they were out of easy reach, though with his arm
holding her possessively around her waist, it would have been
difficult to retrieve them anyway. She could feel his thumb tracing
the outline of the brand on her shoulder.
"Shortly after Master D'Amara claimed me as his slave, before he
named me as his apprentice, he put that there. It was his mark, his
claim to me as his possession. It hurt like hell."
"Do I get to give you one of my own?" Reinrich smirked but quickly forgot
the idea of branding Minn as his hand moved on to her nape, moving aside her
hair to kiss the downy flesh it had been concealing. "If you're his
possession, why was he so willing to give
you away? The Jedi can't be that important."
"I don't think it's the Jedi specifically," Minn answered. "He
didn't discuss any of this with me before he requested I return here
to you. I think, though, that he wants me with you to ensure that
you get into the position of power he wants you in. That way, when
he's ready to make whichever move he's planning, you will have the
power you need to support him. I am also a tool to him, and right
now, I think he believes the best use of my abilities in helping to
empower you."
"By performing as my sex companion?" Reinrich shook his head slowly,
reluctant to believe things were so simple. "What is it your master wishes
me to do for him?"
"Become someone important, powerful and influential here," she
said. "And, when he needs your support, to give it to him. You do
want to be rich, powerful, and able to decide the fate of others'
lives, don't you?"
"I do," he answered slowly, "but not if there's a price. And I'm sure there
is one, isn't there, Minn?"
"You give your allegiance to him, help him to achieve his goals,"
Minn said, "and I become your servant to help make you more
powerful. Failure to support him would lead to your death. There
are no hidden prices or secrets. Unlike my master's master, he
always treats his allies fairly and justly, especially after what
happened at Endor."
"Endor? What do you mean?"
"The battle between the Empire and Rebellion, the one where the
Emperor was killed, took place there. Rumor's say that Darth Vader
was the one who slew the Emperor. My Master doesn't want his allies
turning on him or betraying them, so he treats them well and reserves
the betrayals and other nastiness for his enemies, like the Jedi."
Reinrich laughed while pushing himself up onto one elbow. "Is your master a
fool? The kinder you appear to your allies, the weaker you seem in their
eyes. It's a vulnerability. Does your master not know this?"
"The fool would be anyone who acts against that seeming
vulnerability," Minn said, a slow, almost wicked smile curling her
lips. "Seeming vulnerable is by no means being vulnerable, and I
have seen more than one man make that mistake. I've capitalized on
that many times. I can play the cute, helpless girl act very well,
and when someone falls into that, they're very easy to destroy."
"Then don't you for one second," Reinrich growled, clutching a fistful of
Minn's hair and jerking her head back, "believe I'm buying that act. I may
love women, but I don't trust them. And I don't trust you."
There was no fear in Minn's eyes as she gazed up at him, and a smile
curled her lips. "Good for you," she said. "Though, you don't have
anything to fear from me, it's a wise precaution. But, you're going
to need to decide whether you're accepting Master D'Amara's offer or
not. And if you do, I need a place to live. I've been living in
this hotel in Yallder with roaches the size of reisacats."
Reinrich bared his teeth in a hungry smile. "You'll stay with me."
Loosening his hold on Minn's hair, Reinrich dragged his fingers over her
cheek as he added, "Where I can keep an eye on you."
"I'll need to get my belongings," Minn said. "And, if you want me to
wear any pretty outfits for you, you're going to have to buy them for me."
"You're going to be an expensive acquisition, aren't you?" he quipped.
"You'd better be worth it."
"I'm worth it," she said with an impish grin. "Though, if you have a
test to see how good I am, just let me know. And, by that, I mean a
job other than satisfying you in bed."
"Really?" he mused, and immediately his mind began working. There were so
many tasks Minn could be useful in completing, but which first? Did he use
her to finally capture Analesse for himself, or did he focus on more
immediate business concerns? "I may have a job for you," he decided
finally, "but it requires delicacy." This said while his hands kneaded her
breasts roughly from behind. "Can you be delicate, Minn?" he whispered
thickly against her throat.
She moaned softly and nodded. "When I need to be," she said. "I can
be very good at not being seen and I know when to draw my weapon and
when not to. I can be delicate."
"Then," Reinrich murmured, entering Minn from behind, "this is what you need
to do...." And as Reinrich exerted his dominance over Minn the best way he
knew, he divulged his plan to her. At last all he had hoped to achieve
would be gained with the aid of his newest employee, and with it all the
power he could ever have dreamed of.
"With Desperation and Outstretched Arms"
By: Meer'esh
Yelara Zaneth
Location: New Plouton Institute of Neuroscience
Date: Vadris 16, 5 ABY
***
The human body was a resilient vessel, capable of being subjected to
extreme
punishment without sustaining permanent aftereffects.
That, Meer'esh knew
firsthand, his
decades as a slave providing such harsh lessons in the endurance of the
flesh.
But his isolated
existence precluded any insight into the tenacity of humanoid
emotion.
Was the heart as resilient as the body?
Could affection, once
lost,
be reclaimed? More than anything, even his own safety, Meer'esh cherished the
love he had shared with Yelara and was physically pained by its loss still.
The longing had made him sick to the extent that he now had little appetite
and barely slept.
He spent his days wandering the palace corridors in a
somnolent trance, acknowledging no one and caring for nothing.
All that
engrossed him was the idea of seeing Yelara once more, even if it
jeopardized both; but the risks did not enter his mind as he secreted
himself out of the palace in a dark cape and hailed a taxi away from Arcadia
by cover of night.
No doubt he would be easily recognizable, for the only
members of his species on the planet were restricted to the palace and any
seen outside of it would likely spark some attention, as most novelties did.
It was for that very reason Meer'esh chose the hour before curfew to
travel, and also why he had discreetly acquired a Flesh Camouflage device.
Doing so had been a tricky matter, for the Jau were cautious enough to
remain wary of their thralls, and tracked their every movement, every
communication.
No tactic was beneath the Jau in preserving the safety of
their empire, even ordering the Chev to secretly monitor their brethren and
report any indiscretions; all were slaves to the Jau and obeying their
overlords was paramount to racial loyalty, no matter how it pained them to
betray their kin.
Promises of freedom and a reunion with their families
was an effective tool of manipulation, even if the promises were false.
Meer'esh himself had realized that, now.
For his years of obedience and
service, he had been assured liberation, but his time with Yelara had
awakened him to the treachery and cruelty of his master.
He knew, now, he
would never be seeing his brothers and sisters again.
Likely, they were
dead or serving on another Jau outpost in some distant galaxy, and all these
years he had been blindly following orders were to no avail, except to gain more
heartbreak.
All that kept him from taking his own life was the hope that
Yelara would forgive him, would love him as he loved her.
And if she would
not, seeing her was enough for now.
With the camouflaging device acquired
from a local droid repairman - using rather clever negotiating skills and
bartering six hours of his time rebuilding a droid brain deemed
irreparable - Meer'esh had been disguising himself these past months as a middle-aged man with
ordinary features that would not attract the attention of anyone passing him
on the street.
Even his entrancing violet eyes were dulled to a shade of
brown with artificial lenses, completing the transformation; as of yet
no one had seen through the disguise, though his accent puzzled some.
By
posing as shy and reticent, he had avoided any questions regarding his
heritage, which was more effective than outright lies that might be exposed
by anyone with even passing knowledge of the universe's various races.
It was providential, then, that there been a vacant position on the night cleaning crew at the very hospital treating Yelara - there was no one to converse with, and no one whose suspicions might be roused by the homely old janitor who talked funny.
Choosing night to emerge proved wise - the streets were nearly deserted in
preparation for the curfew, and there was just enough darkness to cloak his
movements out of the palace.
Even a personal aide to the Sa'taka wasn't
given entirely free passage out of the palace - his frequent departures had
been noted by Gal'traq and he'd been cautioned that his actions could be
misconstrued as disloyalty if he could not explain why he required passage
out of the palace each night.
Meer'esh had insisted, deferentially, that he
was only carrying out the Jau's work - wandering the streets in search of
those who might wish to interfere with the planet's reformation, to expose
them and see them punished.
Gal'traq was wary, but temporarily satisfied
with his explanation, but Meer'esh knew his visits to Yelara must end soon,
to preserve her own safety.
His own life was of no importance, not without
Yelara alive and in it.
This night had to be the one.
He must reveal
himself to her and know with a certainty if she truly despised him.
The front-desk nurse, as usual, barely glanced at Meer'esh as he walked
through the door.
Her only interest was in the holodrama unfolding on her
portable player.
Light from the moving images cast her gaunt face in
shifting shadows, enhancing her sharp cheekbones and sunken eyes to produce
an eerily skeletal effect.
Meer'esh started
when her eyes flicked up towards him, catching his stare.
He hastily looked
away and passed his ID card over the scanner to seek entry into the private
wing.
At such an hour, only the cleaning personnel were about, each
responsible for a section of the hospital on a rotating schedule...and
tonight Meer'esh had been assigned to the very wing Yelara had been
secretly recuperating for months - lonely, torturous months for Meer'esh
filled with longing for her.
It was this burning need that propelled
Meer'esh down the darkened, deserted corridor without stopping for his
cleaning supplies; he was unconcerned with maintaining the guise of a
custodian, instead seeking out Yelara before he was discovered.
Weeks ago
he had sliced into the hospital mainframe and cross-referenced the date of
Yelara's arrival, gender, and condition to locate her room.
Night after
night, he had visited those whose names his search had produced, for Yelara
was undoubtedly under an alias; finally, only a single name remained and
without a doubt it belonged to Yelara.
It was with urgency that he tread
through the hallways, filled with irrational fears of someone identifying
him and preventing his reunion with Yelara.
Paranoia gripped Meer'esh and
the corresponding physiological responses snared his body in a paroxysm of
trembling and sweating.
His chest tightened painfully to constrict his
airway; he wheezed and gasped for air, and was utterly overcome when he
finally reached the door.
Meer'esh fairly tumbled into the room to land on
his knees before the occupied hospital bed, heaving and sobbing faintly.
Moonlight slanted through the windows to cast glowing bands of ethereal
light across Yelara's sleeping form.
Her serene face was angelic, and the
slender hand beside which his own had landed was as delicate as he
remembered when once he had held it; the desire to do so again was
overwhelming, and lightly he brushed his fingertips over her knuckles, one
finger after another.
He trembled and smiled sorrowfully at the irony of
skulking in darkness to steal one touch when he had so many times
rejected her freely offered advances.
Meer'esh regretted his cowardice now,
for she would never offer the same again.
Realizing his folly, and
regretting it, Meer'esh wept bitterly while his pale fingers crushed
Yelara's hand in their desperate grip.
So consumed by his grief was
Meer'esh, he failed to notice the faint jerk of Yelara's hand and the
tensing of her arm that evidenced her waking response to his presence.
His
sobs deafened him to the breathless, tremulous voice ordering him to explain
himself, to explain why he was in her room.
It was only when Yelara
snatched her hand from his and rolled off the bed that Meer'esh, startled,
looked up.
Pressed up against the far wall and arms tightly hugging her
chest, a sleep tousled Yelara peered with confusion and stark terror at the
stranger crouched at her bedside.
Blinking rapidly to disperse the haze
over her eyes, she cried, "Who are you?
Leave here!"
A half-scream escaped her lips as a disguised Meer'esh vaulted over the bed
and lunged at Yelara, clamping his hand over her mouth before her body could react and flee.
He wrapped his free
arm around her waist to restrain Yelara, and his slender frame to pin her
against the wall.
She struggled ineffectually to free herself, her screams
muffled by his palm.
"Yelara," he whispered soothingly. "Yelara please do
not be struggling.
I am only wanting to see you.
This is all."
She shook
her head wildly but could not dislodge his hand from her jaw.
"Yelara,"
Meer'esh pleaded, "be listening to me....
It is Meer'esh.
I...I am here to
be seeing you one last time."
Those words he repeated again and again
until, little by little, Yelara began to relax.
Finally, their eyes
locked and recognition registered in Yelara's, despite the synthetic guise
Meer'esh wore.
Cautiously, he lowered his hand and reached beneath his
shirt to deactivate the camouflage device.
The artificial lenses were pinched free of his corneas, revealing their true colour.
Yelara's eyes widened in mild
amazement as his face underwent its transformation from middle-aged, dour
stranger, to the pale-faced, violet-eyed celesital beauty that was Meer'esh.
But that beauty was marred by a profound, burdensome grief that was apparent
in the dark circles beneath his once entrancing eyes and the absence of that
warm, self-effacing smile which had once captured her heart.
Now, he
touched her heart only with the sadness pouring from the very essence of his
being; although he had deceived and wronged her, Yelara was incapable of
feeling anything but compassion for him.
"Meer'esh," she whispered, raising her palm to his pale cheek.
He flinched,
not certain if it was a strike or a caress Yelara intended to deliver, but
as her hand settled tenderly upon his face Meer'esh's eyes again filled with
tears.
"You have given me forgiveness, then?" he asked hopefully.
"I could
not tell my master 'no'.
I was having to lie to you, Yelara, even when I
wanted not to."
Yelara nodded reassuringly, her tearful smile expressing that forgiveness he
had hoped for.
"I know everything.
I know you secreted me out of the
palace before I could be killed.
You saved Va'Lesh, too."
"I could not be leaving him," he insisted fervently, both hands now cradling
Yelara's face.
Now hale and in good health, the once sharp and prominent
architecture of her face had been filled in by soft, silken flesh.
Although
her features did not feel the same beneath his palm and fingertips, it was
still heavenly to explore them.
Meer'esh managed a relieved smile as she
refused to pull away, and nearly forgot his grief as she shuddered faintly
when he dragged his thumb affectionately across her lips.
"I was knowing
you would be pained if he were harmed," Meer'esh murmured, entranced and
soothed by the sensation of Yelara's flesh against his.
Yelara swallowed hard, tolerating Meer'esh's exploration, even if
uncomfortable with where it might be leading.
She chuckled softly when his
fingers threaded her raven hair, for his eyes widened in surprise as if he
had forgotten hair could flow as easily as water through one's fingers.
"Meer'esh," she called gently, and only when she did so a second time did he
awaken from his trance, blinking slowly at her. "You still haven't told me
why you're here.
You--
You said this was the last time we would see one
another."
"Yes."
Meer'esh sighed, his face falling when reality was thrust upon him
again and he recalled why he had visited Yelara that night.
"It is being
too dangerous to come again.
They wonder where I am disappearing each
evening."
"Wait...you've come before tonight?
You've been watching me?"
"I had to be," he insisted.
"I had to be making sure you were well."
"Why didn't you reveal yourself to me?" she asked.
Meer'esh shrugged.
"I...I was afraid you would be angry, that you would not
be letting me see you again.
And I had to - I had to be seeing you.
You
might not forgive me, but I could not be forgetting you."
Shyly looking
away, Meer'esh muttered, "I am loving you still."
Yelara smiled ruefully.
"I don't know how to respond to that, not after
everything that's happened to me."
"I am sorry," he proclaimed urgently, his hands dropping to her shoulders
and squeezing possessively.
"I was wanting to protect you.
They were
meaning to kill you, Yelara.
If I had been to tell you, maybe I would not
have been getting you away from the Palace alive.
Are you seeing this,
Yelara?"
"I am," she assured him, her voice gentle and soothing. His grip on her arms
loosened in response.
"I know now that everything you did was to protect
me, and I'm grateful."
They stared at one another for a time, Yelara
studying Meer'esh's depthless pale eyes and he searching Yelara's for some
indication that she still reciprocated his affections.
"Meer'esh...don't go
back there.
Liam can protect you - stay with us.
You'll be safer with me
than at the palace."
"No."
He shook his head vigorously.
"No.
He will be finding me and I will
be dead.
I cannot be defying him, Yelara!"
"Okay, okay," she whispered, stroking his cheek to induce calm before one
of the nurses heard his outburst and discovered Meer'esh.
"Just...think
about it.
You don't have to decide now, but please promise to think about it.
I don't want anything to happen to you."
He sighed.
"I am knowing."
Then he smiled, a glowing, heartwarming smile
that was a glimpse of the Meer'esh Yelara had known, and the one she had
fallen in love with for a time.
"I wish I were not having to leave.
If I could be
staying with you all night...."
Yelara grinned mischievously and teased, "Are you seducing a married woman,
Meer'esh?"
His cheeks blushed hotly at her suggestion, for he could not deny it was a
pleasant thought and one that he had guiltily considered.
Noting his embarrassment,
Yelara drew his face towards hers and kissed his cheeks ardently.
They grew
even warmer beneath her lips, amusing Yelara.
"At least I know now your
timidity before and inexperience with women wasn't an act.
I really was
your first kiss, wasn't I?"
Still abashed, he nodded, lacking the courage to look into her eyes.
Yelara
cupped his chin and raised his head.
His gaze followed, finding hers and
seeing in them a fondness he had hoped might still exist there.
"I don't
regret our time together.
What I felt for you was true and real, and if you
would stay here, with me then maybe--"
"Do not be saying those things if they have no meaning, Yelara," he pleaded,
pain clear in his voice.
"I am thinking I had my chance, but you are having
Liam now...."
"Stop," she whispered, experiencing the heartwrenching grief Meer'esh
exuded.
Her lips pressed to his brow, then his mouth.
"Please don't burden
yourself like this, not when I'm here with you now."
To reassure him,
Yelara laid another kiss upon Meer'esh's lips, in response to which he
crushed Yelara in an ardent embrace.
For a long, savouring instant,
Meer'esh returned her kiss then broke off, burying his face into the crook
of her slender neck.
"I do not want to be leaving," he told her, voice
hoarse from desire and woe in knowing it would be unfulfilled.
Yelara
brought her arms around his shoulders and laid her cheek upon his crown; she
passed her cheek to and fro against the bed of pale curls to soothe
Meer'esh.
"Stay then.
At least for the night.
Then, in the morning, you
can decide where you want to be."
He looked up abruptly, a passion and determination firing his stare. "Here,"
Meer'esh declared resolutely.
"I am wanting to be here, with you."
With
the intensity of his love and yearning fuelling him, Meer'esh engaged Yelara
in an unrestrained kiss that enveloped them both.
Initially, surprise
prevented Yelara from resisting, but once she regained sense, Yelara
realized this was something Meer'esh needed.
He had been broken by her
loss, and with this he could be mended - become again the man she loved, and perhaps a free one.
If
it was his decision to return to his master instead of remaining with her - even at
his own peril - Yelara understood, for loyalty to his master had been
ingrained within his very core through generations of ancestral servitude,
and not even love might be strong enough to destroy that programming.
Even
as he half-carried her towards the hospital bed, already slipping her
nightgown back from both shoulders, Yelara had chosen to give Meer'esh this
night, for it might be the only one they would have.
Only morning would
determine if Meer'esh had managed to become unshackled from the fetters of his
breeding, and if he had, there would be consequences to deal with.
At least
they could deal with them together.
"Time to Get Repairs Underway"
By: Marsar Tilimit
Mordous Krull
Location: Forests around New Plouton
Date: Vadris 16, 5 ABY
***
Marsar finished cleaning up as Mordous reenter the room and looked at her. She had to admit it almost seemed as though the guy cared about her...for more reasons than just here bounty. She sat down on the edge of the mat in her little cell and looked at him. "Ok so now what you find some way to manuver your ship off planet passed the Jau blockade inorder to collect your minor bounty" he didn't say anything just tossed a tool belt and a set of coveralls onto the ground infront of her. "What more work" she stated
"Just come here, I've got no gun on you today I just need you to help me" Marsar let out a unamused cough then looked at him
"And if I don"t" she asked
"Get that on and follow me outside now!" he ordered "That is unless you enjoy being locked up in this room" he stated moving towards the rooms exit. Mar quickly pulled the coveralls on over her clothes then picked up the tool belt and looked over it.
"What they heck does this guy want me to do this time." she asked herself as she strapped the tools on. Ever since the resistance started to cause problems with there "saviors" as the Jau called themselves she had found herself being locked in one of the rooms of Mordous' nice little Hawk 9 Freighter at night ad in the morning she was either still locked up in it or being used to repair somthing or other that had broken down on the ship. SHe didn't know why she wasn't dead yet, but had decided to avoid asking that, for fear he might try to shut her up for sure. As she approched the Hatch to the outside world she noted that the sun was defienly up...flitering throught the massive amounts of forest based cammoflague nets which seemed to capture the heat of the sun and keep the area around the ship warm. "So what is it now, the torpedo tube busted or is it the duel lasers this time" he shook his head.
"Neither...I need you to fix somthing else, somthing with a large amount of firepower' he stated as he approched a tarp at the edge of his cammonflague array, sitting on what appeared to be a makeship landing pad "Found this in a lake a few yards that way, belongs to a friend of yours If I am not mistaken" he stated pulling the tarp from a Mandel Moters Starviper class fighter. Marsar let out a startled yelp of shock and looked at it
"Wow I wish I could find a starviper in a lake..." she stated walking up to the cockpit of it and glancing inside, noting the busted canopy as well as some superficial damage but she was well taken care of. "Hmm Alot of this stuff is going to need to be replaced, especially the wiring" she stated. Mordus walked up to her, handing her a second tool belt
"Can you do it?" he asked. She shrugged then looked at him
"If I want to live...yeah I might be able to get some things working again" she stated "THe missial tubes are trashed, and the left gun needs some tweeking" she stated "I hope you got a lot of credits because It's going to take alot to fix this" she stated. He smiled as he pulled a second tarp away reviling a stack of Military grade equipement "well....thats a good start" Marsar notted duely impressed at the hardware she was staring at "How much did that put you back" Mordous clapped a hand on her shoulder
"Too much...don't make me think twice about the dead or alive cluase" he insisted "Now see what you can do"