11-09-2016, 05:21 PM
It was about all she could do to keep track of what was being said, with the sheer no-nonsense attitude on display by Private Hibernius managing to put a damper on ever her ever-cheerful attitude after a while. His information was succinct and quite to the point, and he wasn't the type to entertain her questions or antics. He wasn't outright rude and didn't say as much out loud, but she could almost feel the glare even from under the helmet the towering individual wore. The fact that he was big enough to easily dwarf every other person in the room didn't help matters much. It was a known fact that people who were very large were very strong, and often had very large tempers to match. She was really trying not to aggravate the mighty space marine, as he had identified himself, too much, but it was a losing battle, and after one particular bit of information she couldn't help herself.
"...they look like dogs!" she said, brightly, after an image — admittedly a rather poor quality one, as if whoever had taken it hadn't been overly concerned with the act of taking it for whatever reason — had been shown of one of the vorticons. "Or, dog-people. Little...blue....dog-people. I think I met a dog-person once." She looked back up to find everyone staring at her, and she swore a danger warning flickered on her scouter, pointing out both Zedd and, more worryingly, Hibernius. "...it...it was just something I noticed..." she offered, quietly.
"...yes. They look like dogs," the space marine growled, slowly, trying to force his temper down and maintain the track of his information. "It makes them stand out, along with their ridiculous coloration and absurd 'uniforms'." He practically spit the last word, apparently finding the idea either venomously stupid, or just plain silly, it was honestly hard to tell. "But their absurdity does nothing to limit the danger they pose. They have managed to be a consistent thorn in the side of what few decent individuals remain this far down in Coruscant, and have proven themselves to be up to anything but what might be called 'good for the Empire'."
"And you have been unable to confirm their location and exterminate them, I take it?" Zedd inquired, his tone level for once.
"Beyond that they seem to originate from Tier 7, no. We have not," the space marine admitted. "But I am not permitted to leave my post to actively track them, and so my personal information is limited. If I were permitted to handle this situation as I saw fit..." He trailed off, and adjusted his grip on the absurdly oversized gun in his hands. "The Emperor's justice would be swift and merciless."
Zedd scoffed, clearly finding that idea absurd. Different rank structure or not, a private was merely a private, whether he was a marine of space or one confined to a single planet. "Yes, I'm quite certain. Then what is it we are to do? Track them down and exterminate them ourselves?"
The space marine's answer was short and immediate: "Precisely."
At this point, the little blue majin actually interjected again, after remaining oddly quiet for so long. "Uh, question! How do we...how do we do that?" At the quizzical look, or what she assumed to be one, from Hibernius, she continued. "I mean, they aren't always around. And we can't just...wait around until they pop up somewhere, or go wandering around and hope to come across them while they're getting up to some kind of trouble. And even just one tier of the city is pretty huge, so we couldn't really just go down to Tier 7 and poke around until we found them. It'd take forever!"
"Even assuming they didn't see us coming, and assassinate us while we were searching or just pack up and move to somewhere we already searched," the cheerful voice of Hunt cut in. "It'd be less of a 'search and destroy' and more of a 'pointless search and get destroyed' mission."
"Yeah, also that" Graowr nodded. "It just seems like it'd be really tough to track down something we don't really know much about, or even have any clue where to begin looking."
"That is..." Zedd began, looking from the insufferable little blue creature back to the space marine. "...a reasonably good point," he reluctantly admitted. "We cannot very well be expected to search the possible entirety of two tiers. Not with our current numbers."
Hibernius held up a hand, forestalling anything further. "Yes. I'm aware. You're not getting any additional troops, unfortunately. That would just complicate matters." The angry growl of the former galactic warlord was ignored entirely, the vox-modulated voice of the private rising louder to overpower it. "However, I do have further information. I've had a few sightings reported here, from people that come and go from the community center, indicating possible vorticon hideouts here on Tier 6. I can also point you toward some..." he paused for a moment, clearly searching for the right word. "...citizens here who have contacts and further information from Tier 7, who could possibly point you toward anything out of the ordinary there."
"Oh, super." This time, it was one of Zedd's squad that spoke up. Graowr was still having trouble trying to identify them just by hearing them talk, but it was...it was probably Cade. "So rather than no plan and no leads at all, we get to go look around and chat up people to find out just how many leads we have. Or don't, possibly." The withering gaze of the space marine earned a rapid change of track from the stormtrooper. "But still, information is information! I'm sure we'll find something!"
"Well, only way to find out is to go and look, right?" Just like that, the former time patroller was back to her usual chipper attitude.
"...they look like dogs!" she said, brightly, after an image — admittedly a rather poor quality one, as if whoever had taken it hadn't been overly concerned with the act of taking it for whatever reason — had been shown of one of the vorticons. "Or, dog-people. Little...blue....dog-people. I think I met a dog-person once." She looked back up to find everyone staring at her, and she swore a danger warning flickered on her scouter, pointing out both Zedd and, more worryingly, Hibernius. "...it...it was just something I noticed..." she offered, quietly.
"...yes. They look like dogs," the space marine growled, slowly, trying to force his temper down and maintain the track of his information. "It makes them stand out, along with their ridiculous coloration and absurd 'uniforms'." He practically spit the last word, apparently finding the idea either venomously stupid, or just plain silly, it was honestly hard to tell. "But their absurdity does nothing to limit the danger they pose. They have managed to be a consistent thorn in the side of what few decent individuals remain this far down in Coruscant, and have proven themselves to be up to anything but what might be called 'good for the Empire'."
"And you have been unable to confirm their location and exterminate them, I take it?" Zedd inquired, his tone level for once.
"Beyond that they seem to originate from Tier 7, no. We have not," the space marine admitted. "But I am not permitted to leave my post to actively track them, and so my personal information is limited. If I were permitted to handle this situation as I saw fit..." He trailed off, and adjusted his grip on the absurdly oversized gun in his hands. "The Emperor's justice would be swift and merciless."
Zedd scoffed, clearly finding that idea absurd. Different rank structure or not, a private was merely a private, whether he was a marine of space or one confined to a single planet. "Yes, I'm quite certain. Then what is it we are to do? Track them down and exterminate them ourselves?"
The space marine's answer was short and immediate: "Precisely."
At this point, the little blue majin actually interjected again, after remaining oddly quiet for so long. "Uh, question! How do we...how do we do that?" At the quizzical look, or what she assumed to be one, from Hibernius, she continued. "I mean, they aren't always around. And we can't just...wait around until they pop up somewhere, or go wandering around and hope to come across them while they're getting up to some kind of trouble. And even just one tier of the city is pretty huge, so we couldn't really just go down to Tier 7 and poke around until we found them. It'd take forever!"
"Even assuming they didn't see us coming, and assassinate us while we were searching or just pack up and move to somewhere we already searched," the cheerful voice of Hunt cut in. "It'd be less of a 'search and destroy' and more of a 'pointless search and get destroyed' mission."
"Yeah, also that" Graowr nodded. "It just seems like it'd be really tough to track down something we don't really know much about, or even have any clue where to begin looking."
"That is..." Zedd began, looking from the insufferable little blue creature back to the space marine. "...a reasonably good point," he reluctantly admitted. "We cannot very well be expected to search the possible entirety of two tiers. Not with our current numbers."
Hibernius held up a hand, forestalling anything further. "Yes. I'm aware. You're not getting any additional troops, unfortunately. That would just complicate matters." The angry growl of the former galactic warlord was ignored entirely, the vox-modulated voice of the private rising louder to overpower it. "However, I do have further information. I've had a few sightings reported here, from people that come and go from the community center, indicating possible vorticon hideouts here on Tier 6. I can also point you toward some..." he paused for a moment, clearly searching for the right word. "...citizens here who have contacts and further information from Tier 7, who could possibly point you toward anything out of the ordinary there."
"Oh, super." This time, it was one of Zedd's squad that spoke up. Graowr was still having trouble trying to identify them just by hearing them talk, but it was...it was probably Cade. "So rather than no plan and no leads at all, we get to go look around and chat up people to find out just how many leads we have. Or don't, possibly." The withering gaze of the space marine earned a rapid change of track from the stormtrooper. "But still, information is information! I'm sure we'll find something!"
"Well, only way to find out is to go and look, right?" Just like that, the former time patroller was back to her usual chipper attitude.