"Aye...but the prospect of looting their bodies...would be a great boon. Besides, it's not like they would be missed in this sector. Look around us, there are gangs and scum surrounding us. It would probably improve our standing here were we to "help" these Enforcers to go somewhere else. We needn't kill them. Simply knock them unconscious and hide them some where."
A bed lay inside, with a man, presumably Napol, tucked up and fast asleep. There were large windows on one wall and no discernible security features. The man appeared to be alone. OOC: That was totally fine by me.
"Compliance"-said the Skitarii in odd voice-broadcast."If you wait for me at the Space Port i`ll arrive within an hour with all of the cargo you requested",said Rho-mu 31 as he was leaving the room and walked hurridly toward the Space Port.Servo-skull was falling behind due that it left behind in the Ore Trader`s compound covertly scanning Ore Trader and his guards the whole time Skitarii and the Ore Trader were talking.Compiling last of the scanns it started following Rho-mu 31 as he was entering the drop-ship. After he arrived at the Mortal Vegeance he looked around for some of his companions hoping some of them would help him load the cargo and act as bodyguards for the trade between him and the Ore Trader.Lots of variables were going on in that deal and he didnt want to risk their entire loot of ore if the Ore Trader had some funny ideas as...not to pay him.
A22 Razauil crept closer and stood above the man, who was dressed in his sleeping attire, completely oblivious to the threat. The Dark Eldar identified him as his target (OOC presumably the Info broker told me how the guy looked like) and didn't waste any time. He took his spear and knocked Napol in the head with its shaft. The guy was dazed, still half-asleep, not understanding what's going on. Razauil smiled as he turned the guy around and manacled him. After it, he torn the piece from his own cloth and made a bandage (OOC can't remember the other word ) around the guy's mouth and head, preventing him to scream. Before he grabbed the guy, he scanned the room for any secret compartments (and using his multikey if needed), and searching the nearby bedside table for any data that might give him any knowledge where this guy placed some of his cash. (GM NOTE: Go go Perception) When the deed was done, he pushed Napol out of the room, the man finally coming to terms on what was happening, but unable to do anything half-naked and shackled with a spear pressing against his back. Together, the duo went downstairs, through the corridor, inside the storage room and over the dead bodies, pass the iron door. When they entered the sewers, Razauil turned around and sealed the iron door, leaving it just the way he found it. Slowly, he pushed his prey down the memorized path, occasionally smacking him with the shaft, just to make sure the guy remembered who was in charge. However, right before they entered the shanty town, Razauil pressed the guy against the wall, slapping him couple of times and then removing the bandage, so the guy could speak. "Listen very closely Napol. I'm about to turn you in for a bounty. I guess you made someone powerful really angry, but that's not of my concern. I have a proposition for you - I will set you free if you give me more money than the information broker. Simple as that. Give me something to work with, and you have my word that you will leave this place as a free man. Now you think - why should I trust him? Well, I'm a quite cool and decent guy, just trying to earn some cash. But don't sweat it, you got time to think about it!" With that said, he pushed the cloth back onto Napol's mouth and led him forward, past the town and into the streets. Then, he led the guy towards the Information broker but stopping couple of blocks away in a side street. Again, Razauil slapped him and then removed the cloth, making sure nobody was watching. "So, what's it going to be?" OOC An idea - perhaps I found some info in the guy's room, or perhaps he gave it to me. Some location of a warehouse or whatever. Perhaps that could be my (our) next side mission, once the #2 mission is over.
"Thank you, Raidmaster." Resh bowed before the captain before turning to Jalp. "I do not know what you will be doing", she began, "but I will return to my domain and meditate, fortify my mind should the situation of a travel through the endless sea of emotion rear its head. Do not hesitate to call me if you wish for my company ever again - t'was a joy--" She shook her head, resolving to put it more simply. "I had fun today. You are competent, simple and strong. That is good. Stay that way." With that, she returned into the darkness of her quarters. Home, finally, she thought. But it did not truly feel like home, this realspace quarter. Even when she closed her eyes, and tried to mentally block it out, there was still that last bit of light from the emergency lights, and whenever the sounds of life and sounds of the engines pierced her mental veil, the constant background hum of static electricity and running generators, as well as the constantly busy hangar insides, she wished for Commorragh's absolute silence. Putting away her weapons and this ridiculous mon-keigh flak vest thing, she sat upon her 'bed' (an uncomfortable slab of whatever those mon-keigh called that! Who could sleep on that thing?!) and breathed in. Breathed out. Slowly, she was trying to distance herself from the slaughter that was, and block out the atrocities she expected to commit soon. While asceticism was a very brightkin thing, she was a glowing bonfire in the endless dark of the warp, and found that in the absence of certainty she could feast soon, making her mind a bastion against the demons through meditation. It was something she hated, being so... distanced from her desires, but also a dire necessity now, so far away from the endless well of torment that was her home.
Jalp haddent said much, Resh much better at talking at him. He had liked the words she had said before making her way back to her room. Jalp himself was rather hungry and there for made a stop by the quarter master to get some food, it hadent been much, but it was better than nothing. As Jalp got to his own room, with he could remember was one of the first ones, A it was, as he got inside he remembered that the little bed had broken, but that dident matter, he could sleep allmost anywhere and the madress was softer even if it was too small for him, he lied down on the madress, pieces of the thing it had lied on stabbing into his body, but he dident care, it was just minor pricks, he used the strongbox as a pillow as he then fast fell asleep, exititet for the next day.
Unfortunately the beside table had nothing but a few papers and an auto-quill. Nothing of use to the Dark Eldar. -- ''W-who put a bounty on my head?'' the man asked, groggy from his ordeal. ''I will pay more, if you let me go. I'll pay, damn it!'' OOC: Also, I forgot to pay Cody and Fox earlier, for their battle. We'll consider the task complete, and I'll reassign it in the future. So, task A23 is complete, +100 exp and 125 credits to Fox and Cody. Next mission will be going up tonight, as I ended up out for most of the day.
Mission Two, overview ++Mortal Vengeance, bridge++ ''Cap'n, we're receiving a transmission from the planet,'' the comms officer said. ''Play it,'' Ferrelian said. ''Captain Ferrelian. It appears you have found yourself a new ship, and a new port to call home.'' ''Who's this?'' the captain asked. ''An old friend. A word to the wise, there's a large bounty out on your head for anyone who turns you over to the Imperial Navy. It'd be a shame if your...adventures were cut short, no?'' Ferrelian sighed. ''What do you want?'' ''There's a ship, a pirate vessel; the Black Hatchet. It has been plaguing the merchant fleets of my associates, attacking and pillaging them. I've been granted a contract for payment, should the ship...disappear. You will complete that task for me, and in exchange I will keep quiet about your history.'' Ferrelian punched the arm of the chair he was sat in. ''Very well,'' he said. ''Co-ordinates?'' ''Transmitting them now. Do try to not die, you may yer prove a useful asset.'' ''Transmission's been cut, cap'n.'' ''Round the men, it seems we're going off on this errand. Have them brought to the briefing room,'' the captain ordered. OOC: Tasks can still be completed, as the ship wouldn't immediately leave. I will post a briefing soon, too.
A22 OOC Ok since the new mission is about to happen, lets not tarry with this any longer. Razauil growled and hit the man with his fist square in head. The man fell and Razauil kept on pounding him, until his face was bloodied mess. It felt good, this creature's suffering filled the Dark Eldar senses with long awaited relief as he almost inhaled it through his nostrils. Remaining few blocks, Razauil had to basically drag Napol to the Information Broker. "Here is your target, as you wanted. Now, pay up." Once the transfer was completed, he asked one more question before heading back to "Mortal Vengeance". "Tell me broker, how's the Slave Market here on Dreadhaven? What are regular prices for slaves. I've seen you sell them for 500 credits each, but what about buying them. And is there any scale, since I've seen you hate Xenos so I can only imagine that you would pay more for that type of merchandise. And who are the regular buyers?" OOC basically, I was planning getting into that business, so I wanted to hear everything about that
