08-06-2017, 10:50 AM
Teacher watched Zedd storm off. A shame, he supposed, but the real prizes here were Kerrigan and Serraph.
Freeza himself seemed to be in charge however, so he might as well respect that.
"Of course." He held out his hand to one of the insectoid creatures that had followed Kerrigan. He might as well make use of Zedd's Quirks while they were still held in the grips of his Mimic ability. The most useful was of course Volt, "Though I should remind you that the Quirk will only remain for thirty minutes. If you wish to make use of it, it'd be best to do so immediately." he informed her.
"Well, I'll thank you for the gift." she replied, having the Zerg reach out and take the hand. After a moment- and a brief hit of weakness, the creature pulled away and Teacher smiled under his mask as Kerrigan's slave's hand sparked with magical power.
"That power belonged to Lord Zedd." Teacher explained, "It's quite potent, I'm sorry that he's left."
"Your deal still remains open, I hope?" Freeza asked.
"Of course. And regardless, I've promised to treat all of you to a meal."
The group followed Teacher as he led them away from the Gate and further into Tier One of Coruscant. The Board of Directors were run by one Morgan Rothberg, a rich man in his own right. He based his operations out of the heart of Tier One, where he lived quite wealthy as, among other things, an investor in the various corporations of Tier One. He had pull where he needed it, and Teacher was a known associate.
"I can get us seats at the New Skysitter." Teacher informed the group, gesturing towards a certain sky-scraper with a crystalline ring orbiting the very top, "It's quite exclusive, but I've made some connections with a shareholder there."
"Hm. A bit gaudy, but it should do." Freeza said, "Let's discuss business properly once we have some food in our bellies."
The bouncer was a massive fellow, wearing a tuxedo, but with crab-like features, armored and spiked naturally, with savage savage claws on one hand, and razor-sharp fingers on the other. He looked down at a hologram tablet, and then looked back at the assortment of misfits in front of him.
"I'm not sure you understand what kind of place this is." the bouncer said, "But we do reserved appointments only."
Teacher walked forward, and from his suit he pulled a porcelain mask. "Morgan will vouch for me. A table for-" Teacher paused, looking to Kerrigan, "Your honor guard, will they be sitting at our table?"
Kerrigan looked to her summoned Zerg, "They can stand. They've already been fed."
"Of course. A table for four, then."
The bouncer looked at the mask, and then back to the group, "Morgan will, eh? Very well. I apologize for the hold-up. Welcome to the Skysitter, I do hope you'll enjoy your time with us." and with that, he held out a claw, and the massive golden doors opened up, revealing a crystalline walkway connecting the 10,000 meter spire to the restaurant itself.
Teacher walked confidently forward, and two polished robots immediately joined them, "Your table is in the process of being readied." One said, "Would you prefer a private booth, or a window seat? The Skysitter offers a privacy guarantee, special Imperial allowance. We also have one of the best-rated views of Coruscant in Tier One."
Teacher looked to the others, "What would you prefer? I've taken a booth the last time I was here. The Empire... likes to keep itself informed. There tend to be ears no matter where you go. The Skysitter is one of the few places where most won't hear. Of course, we would not be speaking of anything possibly illegal regardless, but privacy is quite the privilege, in this place."
Freeza himself seemed to be in charge however, so he might as well respect that.
"Of course." He held out his hand to one of the insectoid creatures that had followed Kerrigan. He might as well make use of Zedd's Quirks while they were still held in the grips of his Mimic ability. The most useful was of course Volt, "Though I should remind you that the Quirk will only remain for thirty minutes. If you wish to make use of it, it'd be best to do so immediately." he informed her.
"Well, I'll thank you for the gift." she replied, having the Zerg reach out and take the hand. After a moment- and a brief hit of weakness, the creature pulled away and Teacher smiled under his mask as Kerrigan's slave's hand sparked with magical power.
"That power belonged to Lord Zedd." Teacher explained, "It's quite potent, I'm sorry that he's left."
"Your deal still remains open, I hope?" Freeza asked.
"Of course. And regardless, I've promised to treat all of you to a meal."
The group followed Teacher as he led them away from the Gate and further into Tier One of Coruscant. The Board of Directors were run by one Morgan Rothberg, a rich man in his own right. He based his operations out of the heart of Tier One, where he lived quite wealthy as, among other things, an investor in the various corporations of Tier One. He had pull where he needed it, and Teacher was a known associate.
"I can get us seats at the New Skysitter." Teacher informed the group, gesturing towards a certain sky-scraper with a crystalline ring orbiting the very top, "It's quite exclusive, but I've made some connections with a shareholder there."
"Hm. A bit gaudy, but it should do." Freeza said, "Let's discuss business properly once we have some food in our bellies."
The bouncer was a massive fellow, wearing a tuxedo, but with crab-like features, armored and spiked naturally, with savage savage claws on one hand, and razor-sharp fingers on the other. He looked down at a hologram tablet, and then looked back at the assortment of misfits in front of him.
"I'm not sure you understand what kind of place this is." the bouncer said, "But we do reserved appointments only."
Teacher walked forward, and from his suit he pulled a porcelain mask. "Morgan will vouch for me. A table for-" Teacher paused, looking to Kerrigan, "Your honor guard, will they be sitting at our table?"
Kerrigan looked to her summoned Zerg, "They can stand. They've already been fed."
"Of course. A table for four, then."
The bouncer looked at the mask, and then back to the group, "Morgan will, eh? Very well. I apologize for the hold-up. Welcome to the Skysitter, I do hope you'll enjoy your time with us." and with that, he held out a claw, and the massive golden doors opened up, revealing a crystalline walkway connecting the 10,000 meter spire to the restaurant itself.
Teacher walked confidently forward, and two polished robots immediately joined them, "Your table is in the process of being readied." One said, "Would you prefer a private booth, or a window seat? The Skysitter offers a privacy guarantee, special Imperial allowance. We also have one of the best-rated views of Coruscant in Tier One."
Teacher looked to the others, "What would you prefer? I've taken a booth the last time I was here. The Empire... likes to keep itself informed. There tend to be ears no matter where you go. The Skysitter is one of the few places where most won't hear. Of course, we would not be speaking of anything possibly illegal regardless, but privacy is quite the privilege, in this place."