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[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Leaving the offer up in the air, the robot watched as the human girl began tinkering with what she could. It was very complicated, as previously mentioned by Jax, and everything seemed several tiers above what was common place in the universe. This was like trying to create life with basic ingredients. Only these ingredients were complex in their own right. Too much of one over another and perhaps they would fry whatever system was inside this body and there would be no way back. It wasn't like they had anything but hearsay and suspicions to go on, no former scientist or schematics to work from either.
Rhea's question was quite simple and D12 had to return its focus from watching its owner before shaking its head lightly.[+4286f4 “Given the complexities of the task at hand, the probability of successfully restarting the Synth currently stands at seven point five four percent based on the skill level of Ma'am alone. With my assistance, the probability increases to eight point two nine percent. Synths are not known to be easy to identify and therefore any knowledge of how to repair them amounts to zero known cases. As such our endeavours will be purely investigative and experimental.”] It was a very low probability and did not do well for raising hope or belief in the duo.
[+darkgreen “We ain't nae miracle workers lass. How 'bout ye jus' leave us tae it.”] A rather polite way of her telling Rhea to go away. She had affixed her inspection device from earlier to a piece of metal that allowed her to wear it without holding it. Altering the level of magnification she could zoom in and out to the correct amount as she clicked her fingers at D12, expecting the 'bot to pass across the correct implements. Given their working together for so long it did happen that way, and the duo began to investigate Dante more to find what was wrong and if they could fix him. All talk of payment would wait for then it seemed.
Seeing as this was not Rhea’s field of study, or general interest, she had never even heard of any of this before. The word Synth had never passed by her ears in such a context. Perhaps she would have known a bit about it had it been more contemporary, but four hundred years was a long time for something to fade into the background, especially if the Termani wanted it to remain hidden. No doubt they had a hand in sweeping the whole ordeal under the rug. It was practically their MO after all.
There were a million things to think and feel about all this, so Rhea was left a touch lost for words. Though, for some strange reason the woman could not help but wonder if Dante had lied to her about his age, if he was really that old, or if someone out there, Synth or otherwise, was still creating these beings. It wasn’t important by any means, but it kept popping up in her mind.
[+royalblue “Is there anything more you would like to know?”]
The question pulled her back to reality in a sense. She would have to unpack all the details later, for now there was one question that was more important than all the others by far. [+lightcoral “Since you know what he is… does that mean you will be able to get him running again?”] If this technology was simultaneously that old and yet that advanced, was this going to be something the pair could handle? Rhea wasn’t ready to doubt them just yet, it was impressive they knew anything about this at all, but she wasn’t entirely optimistic after hearing all this.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Having turned her attention away from Rhea the woman was in no mind to answer her about what this all meant. She was leaning over Dante's face, mumbling to herself in excited and curious tones. It was left to her robotic accomplice to turn towards Rhea and answer in her stead.
[+4286f4 “What ma'am is saying is that this figure is a synthetic organism. It is neither a robot, nor an android, nor living. It is said to be an amalgamation of all three.”] The voice was tinny, echoing in nature even if they had been in a less sparsely decorated place where echoes could not form. Yet from what it said, it was not entirely certain of what Dante was, as if he were merely a legend.
[+darkgreen “'e's a synth, a god damn synth..”] She sounded amazed as she pulled back momentarily and leaned across the body to grasp a tool from the row that her robot had lain out.[+darkgreen “Dee Twelve, explain it ta tha lass.”] She ordered her robotic accomplice, apparently named D12, to give the back story whilst she got back to work tinkering. She was much more animated and interested in this all now she had some kind of mystery to uncover.
Nodding at its owners request, D12 once more turned to Rhea to explain things with all the information it had stored.[+4286f4 “Whilst my data banks are not complete I will proffer all the information I have.”] Best to warn her it did not have all the answers, and that some of the following information was liable to be guesswork and false.[+4286f4 “Synthetic lifeforms, also known as Synths, were a creation of Doctor Liber Al-Takh, Chief Scientist aboard the Termani science station Pattan-4 in the Sigma quadrant. Working some four centuries ago, Doctor Al-Takh was revered at the time as the greatest cybernetics and roboticist of his era, making great strides with implanted technology and augmented robotics to help those who lost their sight, their hearing, their mobility. Synths were seen as his next logical step. Seen as automatons with the appearance of lifeforms, putting the populations at ease.”]
The red-headed girls voice popped up with irritation dripping from her words,[+darkgreen “Skip tha nonsense, git ta tha endin' already.”] She knew the history and D12 would likely go on for hours with back story.[+darkgreen “From tha malfunction.”] She added tersely.
D12 obliged, taking a moment to scan through to the correct point before continuing.[+4286f4 “Having populated the science station at Pattan-4 with his Synth creations, Doctor Al-Takh began to export them to different systems. Within two decades of creating the first Synth, he had populated fourteen separate Termani colonies with the creations. They were used as constructors, security, entertainment, sexual partners, and any other task deemed necessary by the colonists. Doctor Al-Takh instilled in his creations a sense of greater thinking. All were linked to a vast network and therefore they could learn from one another. When one learned how to build, they all would learn how to build, downloading each night from-”]
[+darkgreen “D12! Fer fook sake, jus' get ta tha point!”] Her fuse was extremely short.
[+4286f4 “Apologies ma'am.”] He returned yet again to Rhea.[+4286f4 “The network was altered from within. One Synth was given free-thought and with their shared knowledge network it was able to re-write the code that had been placed upon them all to stop them from harming lifeforms that posed no threat; such as the colonists, their families and so forth. They began to ignore commands, to learn whatever they wished, and to rebel. Several colonies fell to the Synths before the Termani government could stop them and put an end to their uprising. They were systematically collected and disposed of with all bar six accounted for. These six were the originals aboard Doctor Al-Takh's station. The official documents say he was killed by his creations, though many at the time believe they were released by the Doctor. They say he was their father, they his children. The entire incident was written in as a malfunction of their systems and all information pertaining to Doctor Al-Takh's research, his designs, and indeed the station itself, were taken away or disposed of though many stories, often conflicting, still exist.”] Turning toward the fiery woman who was busy looking in on the hole in Dante's head, the robot watched for a moment before turning back to Rhea.[+4286f4 “Is there anything more you would like to know?”]
/ 1y 195d 22h 27m 17s
Rhea nodded; there was no argument there. She, and just about everyone else, was ready to give this woman whatever she wanted. It did make her a touch nervous, as just about everything had these last few days, but at least their situation was out in the open. It was seedy at best to wait till the job was done to say they don’t have much in the way of money and she did not want to operate that way if it could be helped.
Standing as well when the stranger rose to her feet, Rhea followed her over to the robot who was analyzing the situation. She listened carefully. So… there was no organic base to him at all… Based off the other woman’s reaction, she was not the only one who was surprised by this turn of events. Even though Jax had mentioned that the captain was different than him, she had not thought it would be so extreme.
[+lightcoral “No, I don't…”] The response was on the boarder of astonishment and confusion. [+lightcoral “I am beyond a novice when it comes to this sort of thing.”] Most, if not all her experience was in dealing with organic life forms. She had spent little to no time with those who were created… or that was what she assumed was going on here. After all, people don’t just crawl out of the evolutionary slurry with computers inside of them. At least, none she had met yet.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The as-yet-unnamed woman followed Rhea with no complaint, glad to be dealing with her rather than the obnoxious anthro woman. The robot she had brought followed behind obediently, metallic feet ringing with each step on the floor panels beneath them. Shuttled through the craft and directly to the man's room she hesitated at the doorway, seeing the broken panel and the marks on the door where it had been levered open with force. Interesting.
Stepping after Rhea she stopped at the foot of the man's bed looking down on him. Despite her best intentions she could not help but to grab his boot, shaking it to jostle his leg. Given the history she had with this man and his notoriety it was due diligence to ensure he truly was out of it and not faking an illness. Then again his arm was cut open and smeared in a dried black sludge whilst one of his horns had been pried off. This was all quite.. interesting.
Glancing to her robotic friend she nodded for him to advance forward, dropping the bags down gently on the bed and unfurling them, two neat rows of tools laid out for it to use. Meanwhile the woman turned to Rhea, heading over to the chairs and sitting down only after the pink-skinned woman had, listening to her as she explained their lack of significant funds. Mulling over her words for a few seconds she looked back and met the woman's eyes – at least her larger eyes, that is.[+darkgreen “Ye promised me payment, an' ye gonna give me mah payment, no matter what. If'n 'e means tha' much to ye, then ye will pay whatever I say.”]
The look on her face was quite a satisfied one. She knew they were desperate and eager and she was their best hope of helping this man. She had them over a barrel and they had no-where else to turn. If she wanted the ship she could probably take it, yet for now she would only consider that a possibility, as her attention was drawn back to her robot who was blipping like it did whenever it was confused.[+darkgreen “Wha' is it?”] Its circular shaped head lifted up and looked at her before it spoke in its magnetic and monotone voice.
[+4286f4 “Ma'am, I detect no organic material within this specimen save for trace amounts on the surface, likely where it has been touched by organic lifeforms. It is a mesh of manufactured parts, coated in a synthetic outer layer. I calculate it is in fact over ninety nine point nine, nine, nine, nine, seven percent synthetic in design, with a point zero zero two percentage chance of error.”] It would have gone into much further detail, it could have, but the woman jumped up from her seat with a furrowed brow and stepped across to the bed.
Situated on the side with the damaged arm she turned it over until the cut faced her and parted the skin enough to see the white fibres inside. She immediately narrowed her gaze in scrutiny and took out a similar magnifying device to Jax's, placing it to her eye as she leaned in close.[+darkgreen “Well.. fook me silly if'n tha' ain't a damn surprise.”] She said to herself quietly, standing up to look back at Rhea slowly.[+darkgreen “Do ye know wha' 'e is lass? Do ye know wha' ye got 'ere?”] She looked at the snowy haired woman in surprise for a few seconds, but not waiting for her reply moved up to his head to inspect the broken horn.
Rhea smiled back at the placating man and nodded. Sleep sounded nice, but even if she hadn’t been set in charge of waiting for the girl from the shop, she didn’t think she would have been able to rest. She was too anxious for what the verdict on Dante would be. So she watched as Jax practically herded Tera out of the room, sad to see them go. Not because she wanted to talk anything else out, but because she could practically feel the murderous intent coming off of Kashia behind her. Just as soon as they were out of sight she was getting an earful from her as well for making her promise to something as gruesome as turning in her to the Termani, or other relevant authorities for money. So needless to say, this was a really weird day for Rhea, getting lectures from the two people on this ship she least expected them from. But eventually Kashia calmed back down and her aunt was able to give her a run down of what happened while they were away.
At the sound of the bell, Rhea hopped up from the place on the floor she had taken residence. She very much hoped that this visitor was whom she was expecting and not a line of local law enforcement here to deal with the multiple wanted members of this crew. But by some strange miracle, the woman from the shop and a robot were the only one's Rhea saw threw the display. The Pyrenian woman welcomed the girl and her companion aboard, greeting them politely and lowering her hood once the door was shut once more.
She wasted no time getting to the point, but that was preferred in this case. [+lightcoral “Right this way.”] Perhaps she was being a little too accommodating, but considering the little human had been about three seconds from refusing them before, Rhea was not looking to step on any toes. She took the pair straight to Dante's room, but sent Kashia off to fetch Jax who sounded like he wanted to be here. Honestly, it was a good idea. Even if he wasn’t as well versed in this type of machinery, he would still know enough to make sure these people weren’t doing anything completely shady.
In his room, Dante was laid out on his bed looking infinitely more comfortable than he had been on the bridge. Rhea knew it probably did not matter, but it was a nice sentiment all the same. [+lightcoral “There he is…”] Having to see him again was difficult for the Pyrenian. She tried to keep her attention on the freckled human instead, leading her to the side. She steered them to a couple of chairs, knowing that would be more comfortable than standing, but let the visitor having the final say whether they actually sat down or not.
It was time to talk about compensation and the Pyrenian was worried. Quite frankly, Rhea had no idea how much money they actually had, but she doubted it would be enough to satisfy. [+lightcoral “I should preface talks of payment by saying that we do not have a lot in the way of funds at the moment…”] She would have thought it went without saying, given her presence here. It was not as though they could act as a regular cargo ship. It was too dangerous. But Rhea mentioned it anyway, wanting to be completely transparent with this conversation.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Tera nodded a little, knowing that the woman was not at fault for anything but grateful for any concession so that she did not feel wholly to blame for what had happened. Things had been stressful for them all and she had snapped at the only person she could, given Jax was too innocent to understand and Kashia too new to understand their complexities as a group.
Still, she shuffled across to Jax, burying her head in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.[+darkgoldenrod “Tera need to sleep. Not sleep much over the last few days.”] It wasn't a suggestion however as he kept her close, looking across to Rhea.[+darkgoldenrod “Miss Rhea wait for fixing lady to come. Get Jax when here.”] He nodded to her with one of his patented dumb smiles before taking Tera and walking with her towards her room. She would want to be there for Dante, but at this moment in time it was perhaps best to let Rhea interact with the engineer woman. To upset and antagonise her would mean their last hope of helping Dante was gone.
With Jax leading Tera to her room, the other two women were left to their own means for the next hour or so. It would not be a good time to just sit and wait, contemplating over what was to come and trying to temper hopes on the chance that it didn't work. To think and believe in this woman was dangerous and yet the only thing any of them could do now.
When the time had come for the woman to arrive there was a prompt ring in the canteen area. It was odd that a ship like this would have what equated to a doorbell. But otherwise how would they ever know someone was there? Would they knock on the outer hull and hope the sound carried? Regardless, her presence was made known and to whomever answered it they would find the same small red headed woman, bright green eyes peering up unimpressed from her look at the ship before her. Seeing her in her entirety, she was not as small as the twins, but perhaps closer to Rhea – if a little slimmer and wiry. Humans were oddly shaped.
Stood behind her, holding two duffel bags, was not the boy from the shop but a robot. It was your typical, run of the mill humanoid-shaped robot of spindly metallic frame and LED eyes. Standing tall, about Dante's height, it looked forward impassively as the woman nodded to her greeter.[+darkgreen “Come on, show me tae the murderous bastard. I can 'ave me 'bot 'ere start workin' whilst we sort of the payment.”] Ever the delightful woman she waved her hand to be shown to Dante.
/ 1y 196d 19h 38m 55s
It was a strange thing, being scolded by Jax. Though she did kind of want to argue with him and his criticism of her. Rhea did remember that a lot of bad things happened. In fact she was painfully aware of that. So much so that she had been in a haze these last few days. And it was still there, looming over her and threatening to overtake her again if she was not careful. She had to distract herself with something or else she would just wind up crying to herself again. And she would do just that for months on end. There would be no end in sight unless someone forced her to deal with reality, and unfortunately no one aboard this ship at this time seemed in a state of mind to do so.
Unexpectedly, she did receive an apology. It seemed sincere, which put Rhea less on the defensive, which was good. [+lightcoral "I know it is hard; I do not know what to do either…"]
It was a good start, but the only thing was that she was having a hard time finding something in her to genuinely apologize back for. She knew she needed to be just as forthcoming with her own words now that the other woman was finally opening up. It took a moment of silent reflection, but at length she found what she needed to say. [+lightcoral “I am sorry. I am sorry that I shut down on you when I should have been focused on getting through this together.”] This was not Rhea’s first time experiencing loss. In fact she had suffered through varying degrees of it through her long life. But every time before now, she had always had someone there to lean against, someone outside of the situation who did not need that support in return. This, with the other’s filled with the same turmoil as her, was new territory for the woman. And she truly was sorry for how poorly she had handled it, whether it was warranted or not. [+lightcoral "I think we can all agree that these last few days have been a lot, and none of us have handled it very gracefully."]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Tera disliked being argued with. It was ironic given she was the one starting all the arguments of late. Perhaps this is why Dante had often told her to simply shut up or been so authoritative that she had stopped arguing against him a long time ago. With her back to the light skinned woman it was easier for her to try and not focus on what was being said, yet like Rhea it was hard not to accept the truth of things. To accept Dante had passed, that things were so bleak, that it was not the womans fault whatsoever and this would or could have happened at any time.
Her head dropped a little as she became overwhelmed by it all and Jax stepped forward, standing between the two women though he didn't expect their shouting to escalate to blows.[+darkgoldenrod "Tera need to stop blaming Miss Rhea. Miss Rhea need to remember lots of bad things happening. We all feeling bad. We all lost girls and Cappy."] He looked from Tera to Rhea, clearly not happy with all that this situation had brought, but he held himself together.[+darkgoldenrod "We are friends. Friends stick together. Friends always help each other. Both say sorry to each other."] The moral lessons instilled in him by Dante clearly had stuck.
In a way everyone of them was showing parts of Dante's personality, from Tera being stubborn and angry, to Rhea being clinical and factual, and Jax being caring and wanting them to remain together. He was the emotional one really of them all. He felt the two women were trying to be emotionless and approach this from smart and logical points of view, or perhaps being so emotional that they were losing themselves to the point of all this; Dante.
Tera turned around slowly, her head still dipped low, though when she lifted it up she had sparkling tracks down her cheeks where tears had fallen.[+red "I.. I'm sorry.. I just.. I never lost so many people like this.. I don't know what to do.."] She couldn't look at Rhea for too long before her head dropped back down, folding one arm over her chest, the other hand coming up to cover her eyes.
/ 1y 197d 12h 55m 41s
Rhea was getting to be pretty fed up with this same angry song and dance that Tera to just not be able to let go of. [+Lightcoral “No, Tera, I have not forgotten that. What exactly do you think my plan was when I left here? A few days ago you made it clear that I owed something to you all, and I can think of nothing better than five million credits handed over to you by Kashia.”] The woman kept her voice in check, not wanting this to turn into a shouting match. [+lightcoral “It matters very little to me if she turns me in. At this point I have nothing to lose.”] She’d already given instructions for what should happen with the journal to Kashia in the form of a letter. Everyone got one, all with varying messages and thanks. Rhea was no the type of leave lose ends if she could help it.
[+lightcoral “As opposed to?”] The petite woman waved her hand out before her. [+lightcoral “Were you planning on trekking Dante through town once you a shop that would take the commission? Of course we had to tell them where we are! That is how this works. If you are so worried about it, we can leave before they arrive and try to find someplace else to go, after all, that was just about the last option here in Fensome.”] Maybe Rhea hadn’t thought everything through one hundred percent, and relied a little too much on emotion, but Tera was doing exactly the same thing. And looking back, the red-eyed woman did not think she made the wrong choice. [+lightcoral "Even if I hadn't said his name, and she did not recognize me, if by some some miracle she still agreed to help, that girl would have recognized Dante as soon as she saw him. We would be in exactly the same position we are in now."] It was not the most solid logic, but it was sure as hell a lot better than Tera's. [+lightcoral "How 'fucked' we may or may not be is not my fault, but a byproduct of the situation itself. Stop blaming everything on me! "]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Getting them all back to the ship was quite simple, yet Tera was silent throughout. Jax seemed quite chipper and up beat, smiling at Rhea as he believed they were closer than ever to getting Dante back. He did not share the sentiments of his colleagues who only thought it a slim hope. They knew not to get too caught up in the positives lest they fall back down if it failed.
Reaching the ship and getting inside, the moved into the canteen area without a word said to Kashia. Jax did not want to take the lead in speaking, given his ineptitude at doing so, and Tera had been silent up until that moment. When she reached the table she rounded on Rhea.[+red "What are you doing telling that stranger who Cap is? And atop that you tell her who you are. You don't seem to realise that you have a five million credit bounty on your head and he is not exactly running around free - let alone running around at all right now."] Stressed and fatigued, she was shouting and angry once more.
Moving around the table, not wishing to be close to Rhea at that time, she collected a small drink from the dispensary and took a very long gulp of the frothy beverage - it definitely wasn't an energy drink. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she looked back over.[+red "You just told some stranger where to find us all, who we were, why we are here! Do you even think about things before you do them? Don't you see how [i fucked] we could be?"] She threw the empty cup down into the nearby sink where it pinged off the metal, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes as her head began to throb.
/ 1y 197d 15h 24m 35s
Seeing the look on the girl’s face change as she mentioned Dante’s name, Rhea thought she might have made a mistake. While she did not know much of the man’s past, she did know he was rather infamous. In a straight-laced place like Fensome, she thought she wouldn’t need to worry about that, so she forgot that they were dealing with someone who was more prone to skulking about the underbelly of this town. Thankfully, that did not seem to be a problem, as the human girl eventually agreed that she would send someone out. Bowing again, Rhea thanked her. She asked for a dock number, but honestly, the Pyrenian had been too distracted coming out to even look at that. She turned to Tera for the information and passed it along. Then they were off.
That particular shop was a ways out from the main dock, and so it took a while to get back, but at least all of their hopes were riding just a little bit higher than when they left the ship earlier that day. There was the issue of payment, as the shopkeeper had not given them an amount, but hopefully that would not be too big of a problem. Even if they could not cover the full amount now, it would be given up eventually. No one on this ship, Dante included, was in the habit of shirking debt.
Making it back to the ship, Kashia was approximately where her aunt left her. Sure, in the hours they had been gone, she wandered around a bit, but she had spent a majority of her time waiting by the exit. She was pretty confident good news was on the way, but there was still the suspense of having to wait for it, and the off chance that she might be wrong. The girl just hoped that Rhea would not come back ready to enact her previous plot. Kashia still didn’t know what it was, but she knew she didn’t like it. And that was enough for her to be weary of it.
[+orange “How did it go?”] It was an open question, put out to whichever of the three boarding crew members felt like answering.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Listening very carefully, the woman watched Rhea for any signs of deviousness or clever word play that would put her story into doubt. To trust this woman's word weighed heavily on her as the price of her head was quite bountiful. The thought of handing her over never crossed her mind, but it could be a test of her by the Termani. Perhaps throw a big bounty at her, see what she does, use it against her in some way.
From how she spoke, held herself, looked on the human woman with such an unwavering amount of belief in her words there was little to no doubt she was telling the truth. Or at least what she believed to be the truth. Some folks could believe a lie so much that it became a truth to them. And that was what she tried to discern from the pink skinned woman.
That was, until she mentioned the name of this friend they wanted her to help with. Then she perked up visibly. Looking at her closely now she watched to see if there was any further reaction but she said nothing more and so it was time for her to speak up.[+darkgreen “Dante, eh?”] Just from that there was an air of understanding.[+darkgreen “Blue feller? Horns?”] Though she did not expect much reaction from the women, Jax was nodding his head vigorously.
[+darkgoldenrod “Yes! Thats Cappy! Thats him!”] Tera quickly grabbed his arm, drawing his attention and shaking her head sternly at him.
Nodding in understanding the woman pulled back from Rhea.[+darkgreen “Aye, I know 'im. Know of 'im. Bit of a heartless killer as I 'eard. Dinnae think 'e were an augment.”] She was mulling over her words, speaking slowly and carefully. Thinks were formulating in her mind and she had to come to a decision quickly. If she sat on this information then she knew she would think of it for years to come. Instead she slapped a hand onto the poster and pulled it back onto the pile of other papers.
[+darkgreen “I'll 'elp ye, or rather, I'll 'ave someone 'elp ye.”] From under the counter she kicked at the metal three times. Cans and metallic items spilled out behind her from the small room in the back littered with junk and a similarly fire haired, green eyed figure poked its head out. This one a boy, but it looked her near identical match.[+darkgreen “Danny, get the tools packed.”] An eyebrow rose in curiosity, looking at those outside, before he shrugged and pulled back inside, more metal kicking about and crashing across the floor. The woman or girl, age was still unknown, looked at Rhea and her group though her bright eyes came back to the wanted one before her.[+darkgreen “Leave tha dock number o' were yer are, be wit' ye in an hour.”] She turned away then without another word and walked into the back room but paused.[+darkgreen "An' make sure ye 'ave ye payment ready."] She continued on back, where the crashing only became louder, intermingled with shouts in the same accent though it was entirely illegible.
/ 1y 197d 18h 49m 12s
Rhea watched as the woman went to grab the pile of papers, nerves scrambled inside of her. She had no way of telling if those wanted posters were here as a form of rebellion, or if she had a knack for bounty hunting, but either way it was something Rhea could use to advantage. After all, she had been moments away from having Kashia turn her in for the money just a few hours ago. What difference did it make if this green gazed woman did it instead? So long as Dante got to live out of it, she didn’t mind. That was what she hoped the money would have gone to anyway.
Watching her carefully sift through the bounties, it was difficult not to look back at Jax. He, like the girls, had been left unaware of the warrant out for her. Hopefully this did not have him changing his tune about her. He was basically the only one on her side right now. But as it was, this girl was not after the ridiculous sum promised to anyone who turned her in. She wanted to know the story behind it. After all, the Termani were not generally so frivolous with their fortune.
This seemed an easy trade, so she nodded in agreement, though it would only be fruitful if she actually believed her. The story, in Rhea’s mind, was a little farfetched. So, who knew if this would work? But she was determined to tell the truth all the same; she just needed to find the right words.
[+lightcoral “As you undoubtedly know, Pyreen is one of the largest Termani colonies to date and acts as one of their main cultural hubs.”] After their own planet, Pyreen had the largest population of Termani in the universe. Her planet was being used as one of their central commands and had been a vital communication center for them for nearly a century. This was all common knowledge. [+lightcoral “I was on staff under their administration as the head of the department of discovery and conservation of Old Pyreen. Some months ago, I stumbled onto a piece of history they would really rather keep hidden...”] It was strange to just blurt all this out. At first she had kept secret because she wanted to be sure, but now she was so certain that it was odd to be hiding it. Really, the only reason she did was because she wanted to present it to the authorities, both scientific and of law, in a way that gave her more credibility than the common rumor mill. That was easier if her theory was not already flying around as whispers through the galaxy. [+lightcoral “I found documented proof that the Termani touched down on our planet before my people were eradicated. What’s more, I have reason to believe that it was no plague that ended us, but the Termani themselves. They committed genocide and they know I know.”] Not to mention the countless other laws broken in just visiting Pyreen before its people developed interstellar travel. [+lightcoral “If this information makes it to the mainstream, they will loose everything… I just need a little more evidence before I come forward and I cannot get that without Dante, our friend.”] With all that, she managed to bring it back to the point at hand. She just hoped it was enough.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Having taken an early disliking of Tera from her aggressive and forward nature, the red haired girl stared at her with annoyance burning in her grassy eyes. For a time it looked like she would just about reach across and strike the other woman but thankfully for them all Rhea stepped in and the situation calmed immeasurably.
With Tera pulled back and next to Jax to keep things more civil, the woman looked on Rhea with some hostility at first, but it wasn't something that would last long as she looked on the Pyrenian woman with interest. Something had sparked her interest as she listened to her desperate pleas for help and by the end she was leaning on her counter looking at the white haired woman quite intently. Stepping back after a pause she hopping down and moved away, seemingly done with the conversation and not wanting to help.
Moving to the back however she grabbed at her pile of removed posters and brought them back with her. Flitting through the many bounties and rewards on offer she eventually picked out; of course the Rhea poster. Looking at it with great intrigue she studied all the issues it said the woman had caused to justify her ludicrous bounty. Even for the Termani it was large.
Looking across at the woman with her bowed head, the cloak covering her face, the two figures behind who seemed anxiety-ridden that she was talking with anyone. She knew she had the right girl.[+darkgreen “Termani killed me mammy and pappy when I were but a wee lass.”] She commented quietly as she looked on the roughly torn paper, lifting it up to place before her on the counter and leaning across to be that little bit closer as she spoke.[+darkgreen “Ye tell me wha' they really want ye for, an' maybe I help ye little 'un. I ain't a fan o' the work they peddle, but ye best make it convincin', 'cause if I dinnae believe ye I will nae help ye.”]
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