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Post by Abo on Jul 3, 2017 0:09:20 GMT
Abo's legs bent at a ninety degree angle as he hunched over on the bench in the small white room. Plummice sat feet away, absorbed in thought. The Zoon-Seijin flicked at where his nose would be a couple times. This just seemed to be a normal room, but there could be no mistakes made. It was a cell. His fists clenched. The seven foot tall frog faced alien stood up and began pacing back and forth rapidly. "Hhhhhh—" The alien let out a twitching growl from the upstretched corner of his lip. "We gotta go—" He kept repeating the phrase over and over. "If they know about half the shit I've pulled off…" Abo's right fist quivered. "And you're an arcosian too. We've seen what they do to people!"Plummice didn't respond. He was locked in an intense state of meditation, the electromagnetic signals in his brain firing off left and right. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't telepathically locate anyone else on the ship. Maybe atmospheric exit radiation was disrupting his mental waves. "You think we could jump, heh?" Abo cracked a wide grin, "Just punch a hole right here and be done?" Abo's fingers longingly pressed against the back wall of the room. "Abo, please," Plummice sighed aloud now, his tolerance for his companion's foolishness short at the moment. He had important calculations to run. "Sorry."
Abo wondered wether posing would cheer him up or not.
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 3, 2017 1:32:37 GMT
“I wouldn't recommend punching a hole in anything ‘Abo’” said a voice familiar to the duo as the door to their holding quarters slid open and into the room stepped Raca looking none too bothered by the idea that Abo had been contemplating a breakout. “Ignoring your actual break in at the prison you have more or less made all the smart moves since I arrived on the scene. Damaging the Queen’s ship would be a disastrously bad move, I alone could easily retrieve you two and would likely be the one to do so and I would NOT take well to you two making me look bad for taking a light hand with you.” he said stepping a few paces further into the room. As Raca stepped out of the doorway into the room would step someone that was likely quite familiar to the duo unless they were willfully ignorant of the rulership of the SSE. “Normally I’d probably just have you two dropped into one of the shithole parts of Knutts, probably alongside that Brenchian we picked up on Shikk considering the stunt you pulled.” “But I figure with how willing you were to change your tune you probably had some sort of grand goal for whatever it was you were doing. I’d like you two to start explaining why it was you thought it a GOOD idea to attack a prison on one of the Empire core worlds. Especially Shikk of all places where it’s so actively monitored due to the risks involved in how it functions” Habana questioned, at least for the moment the duo’s work had as far as she was concerned bought them an easier time on Knutts, a proper drop off on a low-danger section of the mega-prison. As she awaited a response Habana took some time to look them over, the stronger one was easy enough to identify, an Arcosian through and through and a moderately powerful one at that, the other however was what gave her pause. He certainly LOOKED like a Zoon for the most part but there was just something… ‘off’ about him, he wasn’t quite right and she could quite place what it was.
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Post by Abo on Jul 3, 2017 2:39:57 GMT
If his telepathy was correct, it looked like Plummice's meditation was going to have to be cut short. "Watch your head," the arcosian warned his companion, his eyes still shut. Unfortunately, Abo wasn't the quickest gazelle in the herd, and instead of getting out of the way, he contemplated how he could watch his own head without a mirror. The door knocked him in the back of the elongated skull, and he let out a brief grunt, before stepping out to the left. Enter the namekian royal guard. Plummice tensed up. Abo took a few paces back, standing next to the smaller mercenary. "Don't mind Abo," Plummice assured the namekian , "His poor ideas rarely lead to poor decisions." The arcosian looked over at his friend. "No offense."
"None taken," the zoon-seijin croaked nervously. Another figure entered the room now. She was clearly a saiyan, and Plummice recognized her instantly. Abo was completely unaware, but judging by Plummice's tension, it seemed bad. When Habana mentioned the word knutts, both of the mercenaries cringed. Abo was unaware of the queen's affairs, but any raiti zacro professional was well aware of the dreaded saiyan superprison. Luckily thought, it seemed like their decision to switch sides had been a favorable one, and there was a bit of lenience in the atmosphere. "Abo is a mercenary," Plummice apologized, "And not the brightest one at that. He takes money and does a job."
"The Boss—" Abo scrunched up his face, "The boss wanted to break out the prisoners and cart them back to—" "Zacro," Plummice interjected telepathically, and Abo finished his phrase. "Cart them back to Zacro." Abo wasn't sure wether or not he was supposed to say the name of the real planet. He very likely wasn't. But it was unlikely wand was going to find him here, and… Maybe revealing the plan could get them extra points. But it was quite likely that it didn't need to be revealed in the first place. "Don't." Plummice telepathically whispered to his companion. Queen Habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 5, 2017 19:57:02 GMT
Habana raised an eyebrow as the duo spoke, everything seemed mostly fine up until Abo was about to tell her where they intended to take the prisoners a brief pause as if he was about to say something else as if he’d been silently corrected or realized he was about to say the wrong thing. Zacro wasn’t necessarily the most illogical place, the bulk of those imprisoned on Shikk would likely fit in just fine there. But the pause was enough to get her curious. “Zacro? Really? I believe that is the dominion of the Mazoku, has been for a few months. Your boss wouldn't happen to be Xylo would they?” Habana said giving her tone and expression a dangerous edge. She didn’t quite believe that these two were actually affiliated with Xylo, the Namekian was probably smart enough to know he’d need a much stronger force if he wanted to actually do anything to a core world of the Empire. If not make a personal visit. But the intimidation might be enough to get them to fess up on who they actually were working for or even better get them to reveal that they were lying. As Habana awaited a response her scouter lit up surprising her as she’d set it so that only a select few could contact her for the moment to avoid any distractions. “H-Habana I think you should take a look at this” came the disconcertingly startled voice of Gin, he may not be the bravest Saiyan but not even having the ire of Vennel herself had put that much fear in Gin’s voice. “What is it Gin? Calm down and show me” Habana said in a calming tone as she turned away from the duo of Abo and Plummice. Whatever she had expected Gin to send was NOT what she received. Habana’s expression made a few quick shifts, first from the calm and slightly worried state she had been upon receiving Gin’s call as it gave way to confusion her brow furrowed as she watched whatever was being displayed on her scouter. Then came the rage. Raca felt it just a few moments before it happened the Queen’s power rippled out from her her cracking the floor and walls as she lost control for a moment and transformed into a Super Saiyan, her hands clenching and teeth gritted in fury. She slowly raised a hand and tapped the side of her scouter pausing the broadcast she had received and turned her attention onto Abo and Plummice “Get off my ship. Now.” Habana spoke through gritted teeth and perhaps thankfully it would be somewhat evident that whatever had enraged the Queen likely had nothing directly to do with the duo, she was clearly furious but none of that fury was directed at them, in fact, she seemed to be actively restraining herself. Whatever it was though was enough for the Queen to entirely ignore the fact that she at least held some amount of belief that the duo might be working for Xylo. Without another word to the duo Habana turned on her heels and made for the door shoving it open the rest of the way and causing a sharp crunch from inside the doorway as it took just a moment too long for it to open for her. “I’d make it quick you two, you’ve gotten very lucky that something else has her attention. Keep out of trouble” Raca said giving the two a somewhat friendly nod despite his own look of confusion and worry over what was bothering Habana. Taking off after her Raca would make a quick shout to some nearby foot soldiers ordering them to escort Abo and Plummice out as he was uncertain if they would even make it out of the ship in time without help if he was correct in assuming that Habana intended a takeoff soon.
That will be my, unfortunately abrupt, exit. I'll take PL for thissun. Three guesses what that scouter call was about!
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Post by Abo on Jul 6, 2017 7:17:03 GMT
Abo's long fingers nervously tapped on the bench, and then clenched on it, holding on tight. Plummice grimaced. The dim witted zoon-seijin likely couldn't keep this up much longer. And sure enough, a bead of sweat had formed on the space warrior's brow.
"Xylo—" Abo came out loud in shock, and then laughed, "You mean that Mylo namek— He came for the asteroid not too long ago, heh?" Abo's lips flatlined. "No, never worked with the guy. Gave him a bit of a kick when he came to take the asteroid— Er— You wouldn't happen to be friends with the namek then?" Abo figured that they were enemies, but one wrong guess could get him dropped off in the slammer.
Much to Plummice's relief, a crunching static blurted out of Habana's scouter, distracting her suddenly. Both of the space mercenaries visibly relaxed. The queen seemed sufficiently distracted.
Suddenly, possibilities flooded the super genius arcosian's brain. Could this be a data report on Abo's past crimes against the empire? Judging by her body language though, she seemed more startled than vindictive. No, this had to be some higher matter of the empire than a petty dossier on an average space brute.
When Habana turned back to the duo, an ice cold frost swept over the room. Abo was twiddling his thumbs, distracted, and didn't realize it. When she spoke, the short arcosian nearly jumped in his seat, jolting to attention.
"Heh?" Abo looked up confused, but the queen had already left the room. Plummice shooshed him furiously, and then looked out the door, his fingers shaking. The namekian gave them a curt address of departure, and Plummice was ready to get the fuck out.
"Yes— We will be seeing you. Or— We will not be seeing you. Best luck of the galaxy—" By the time Plummice finished his sentence, he was already halfway out the door, Abo being dragged along by the wrist. "H-Hey!"
Plummice slipped on Jasper and furiously tapped at the android's control system. Unfortunately, no communication systems came to light. "Damn—" Plummice cursed. Within seconds, they had exited the ship and were putting as much distance between them and it as possible.
"Can you call your companion or the ship in any other way?" Plummice asked urgently, wanting to get off of Shikk as soon as possible.
"If Jasper is broken—" Abo shrugged. "You try blowing in the circuit board?"
"Don't be absurd," Plummice scoffed as Abo lifted the blaster to his wide lips, "That would never—"
"System online!" Whirred the mechanical vocoder inside of the android, "And don't you EVER LEAVE ME OUT TO TAKE YOUR BLOODY BLASTS FOR YOU AGAIN, HEAR ME?"
Plummice took a deep breath, and then sighed, smiling. This was why he loved Abo. "…Call the ship."
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Jul 31, 2017 17:05:10 GMT
ohey its a scouter call about vi being a butt probably Queen Habana | Abo | WC: 1,016 PL GAINS: 1,448 OLD PL: 343,523 NEW PL: 344,971 | WC: 1,037 PL GAINS: 1,659 OLD PL: 800 NEW PL: 2,459 |
Adding gains now.
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