06-22-2018, 08:48 AM
Kopaka considered the blue woman for a moment. A trade? He supposed that it made sense, but he had been expecting the vainglorious demon to be more forthright with her tale. The Toa pondered what he had to offer in return, then decided that what this woman really valued was liberty. While the biomech couldn't necessarily guarantee total freedom of movement within his jurisdiction, he did consider the possibility that he could get her out of potentially tight spots when the time came...and if he was available.
"Thou hast enjoyed thine incursions into Coruscant, yes? It is within my power grant thee limited..." Kopaka lifted his head slightly to catch Ash's blank, challenging eyes, "...limited amnesty from Imperial reprisal for any transgressions therein." the Toa said, his buzzing voice becoming slightly dulled by the growing ambience of the battered bar patrons. Ash's tail flicked pensively as she drained yet another tumbler.
"So I tell you my Underverse story and receive a get out of jail free card? How often? How..." Ash leaned forward, emphasizing the final word in parody of the biomech's gravitas, "...limited?"
But the enrobed figure was not looking at Ash anymore. His shadowed, glowing eyes had been turned towards the door, looking past the crowd and out through the courtyard at...something. A shiver of excitement ran through the biomech's body. He was here. The Mouse was just a few meters away from him. Excitement built within his chassis, the tickling adrenaline rush of a bobcat poised above the wren. No. No he mustn't lose control here. Besides, within the past few minutes, he had already gained a bountiful surfeit of biometric signatures that could be sniffed out at a later time. The wolf of darkness within him could wait; the objective was complete, and it was not worth tempting his own vice for carnage. Kopaka looked back down at Ash.
"We shall parley the specifics at later hour. For now, I must depart in deference for your imminent charnel contests." the biomech said softly, rummaging around in his cloak for something. A small slip of paper was held out to ash by a cold, metallic hand. There was a datavice contact number written on it. Ash delicately plucked the digits out of the frigid fingers with a slightly disappointed pout. She had been hoping for something a bit more exciting after all the effort this NPC had gone through to bother her.
"I'll think about it." Ash mumbled as the robed figure walked away. Her lapis lips drew into a somewhat concerned grimace as she turned back to the bar.
Meanwhile, Kopaka made his way to the transportation room, trying to brush elbows with as many of the contestants as he could manage. Half a dozen more registrations to his tracking software. Half a dozen more people to hunt down and slaughter. The biomech took a steadying breath as he crossed the courtyard, keeping a yellowed gaze on the singing mouse. His hand clench and relaxed in rhythmic fashion as the biomech fantasized about walking up and wringing the diminutive king's neck. Temperance. A long breath was blown out, manifesting as a cold breeze that caused Mickey to shudder. By the time he looked over his shoulder, however, the shambling, robed form of Kopaka was already slipping away into the portal room.
In time.
In time.
"Thou hast enjoyed thine incursions into Coruscant, yes? It is within my power grant thee limited..." Kopaka lifted his head slightly to catch Ash's blank, challenging eyes, "...limited amnesty from Imperial reprisal for any transgressions therein." the Toa said, his buzzing voice becoming slightly dulled by the growing ambience of the battered bar patrons. Ash's tail flicked pensively as she drained yet another tumbler.
"So I tell you my Underverse story and receive a get out of jail free card? How often? How..." Ash leaned forward, emphasizing the final word in parody of the biomech's gravitas, "...limited?"
But the enrobed figure was not looking at Ash anymore. His shadowed, glowing eyes had been turned towards the door, looking past the crowd and out through the courtyard at...something. A shiver of excitement ran through the biomech's body. He was here. The Mouse was just a few meters away from him. Excitement built within his chassis, the tickling adrenaline rush of a bobcat poised above the wren. No. No he mustn't lose control here. Besides, within the past few minutes, he had already gained a bountiful surfeit of biometric signatures that could be sniffed out at a later time. The wolf of darkness within him could wait; the objective was complete, and it was not worth tempting his own vice for carnage. Kopaka looked back down at Ash.
"We shall parley the specifics at later hour. For now, I must depart in deference for your imminent charnel contests." the biomech said softly, rummaging around in his cloak for something. A small slip of paper was held out to ash by a cold, metallic hand. There was a datavice contact number written on it. Ash delicately plucked the digits out of the frigid fingers with a slightly disappointed pout. She had been hoping for something a bit more exciting after all the effort this NPC had gone through to bother her.
"I'll think about it." Ash mumbled as the robed figure walked away. Her lapis lips drew into a somewhat concerned grimace as she turned back to the bar.
Meanwhile, Kopaka made his way to the transportation room, trying to brush elbows with as many of the contestants as he could manage. Half a dozen more registrations to his tracking software. Half a dozen more people to hunt down and slaughter. The biomech took a steadying breath as he crossed the courtyard, keeping a yellowed gaze on the singing mouse. His hand clench and relaxed in rhythmic fashion as the biomech fantasized about walking up and wringing the diminutive king's neck. Temperance. A long breath was blown out, manifesting as a cold breeze that caused Mickey to shudder. By the time he looked over his shoulder, however, the shambling, robed form of Kopaka was already slipping away into the portal room.
In time.
In time.
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