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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:21:35 GMT -5
Marina Kseniya Sebastian
(Yup! Good work!)
Rina's brows shot up at Siri's story.
"That's ...," she paused, trying to think of a word sufficiently bad enough to describe the collection practice. There was none. Rina leaned back into the sofa and threw her left arm across the back of it, getting comfortable. "You got family here? Someone or somewhere to go to?" Might as well try to map the young woman's problem, find its boundaries, all the better to devise a hack-around on it.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 5, 2012 16:21:51 GMT -5
Marcus smirked a little at Rina's wince. He was a bit concerned about this little gal falling into his lap. Her story was... plausible... maybe. But only if the original debtors ran like HELL and got outta dodge. On the Rim that was pretty much second nature for those with the means to do it.
Still she said she was a cook.... why did that sound familiar... It clicked and his heart sank.
"Mercy...." He whispered. Rina or Dash might hear him, but Lior was probably out of the room, sleeping or showering, and Siri was still catching her breath it seemed.
He downed the vodka without toast and brought the glass down to the table. He fell onto a couch and let his mind reel.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:22:16 GMT -5
Marina Kseniya Sebastian
Rina heard Marcus's whisper but didn't let on she'd heard it. It was supposed to be a private pain and she gave him the privacy to deal with it. Instead she kept her focus on Siri.
"So ... out of work now, right? Did you have to run from your current job to stay out of the collectors' hands?" It wouldn' t do to poach someone else's employee from under them but if Siri was looking for work, Rina knew that Marcus was looking for a crew. Crew has to eat and God knows, my cooking would kill a horse. Still, don't put the ship behind the engine. We need a ship before we need a crew and last I looked, Marcus didn't have a ship in his back pocket.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 5, 2012 16:23:45 GMT -5
Siri Birlace
Siri took in where everyone was. She saw the woman as she’d asked the question. There was another woman there, about her age, that hadn’t said anything. Then there was the gruff larger man that had opened the door. They were all evidently armed, but that didn’t matter much. She kept the appreciative smile on her face. She listened to the question asked of her. She didn’t think on it long, she had the answer well enough. ”Somethin’ like that.” She spoke in an accent, deep rim. It was very contrary to the plain one that she’d spoken with a few moments earlier. Now she had this much more unschooled tone. She immediately dove to the floor, and lay perfectly flat. Her right hand reached to just beneath the skirt she wore a black rod. The entire process had taken not even half a second. She hit the floor with the rod to ensure it would be level, and clicked a button as she did. From within it a metal sphere shot up into the air about 4 feet, and instantaneously fired out a sphere of energy.
It gave a loud sound, almost like a scream, and a bright blue and white energy field, that surged through the room. It flew through and out, but didn’t exert any force. It simply passed through everything, most notably everyone in the room. And as it, they would drop to floor unconscious.
Siri sat up after it was done, and looked over them all. None of them remained standing, which continued to support her claim that it was worth it to spend good money on these devices. She stood up and pulled from her pocket a small, and thin silver dish like device. She held it to her ear, and out popped a small clear item, about the size of the passage in her ear. ”Ah, fuck” She said as it came out, then she did the same to the ear. ”Dammit.”She spat upon the retrieval of the second. It made doing this sort of work so much easier, but the little things like the pain of getting the sensory shields out still gave her a problem every time. She still had her nose to go, and so she got to work on that. As she did there was a smash at the door. It distracted her from the pain of the first one from her nose. Then there was a drilling sound, and it continued for a few moments. As it did Siri went back to removing the last sensory shield. As she did the door opened. She looked to see a group of large men standing there. ”Jesus, Bruter!” She yelled at him. ”What the fuck took you so long!?” She continued holding her hands out with an angry questioning expression on her face.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 5, 2012 16:24:18 GMT -5
Bruter
Bruter had watched as Siri ran down the hall, and when he came back around she was no where to be seen. That was good, as all had been going as planned. He quickly moved down the hallway, passing by the numerous doors of rooms which he presumed were filled with guests. He got to a door at the end, upon a sign on the ceiling read ”Lóutī”. He’d reached the stairwell in very good time. He opened it up, to find a group of five men, some armed with rifles, the others with pistols. ”Come on!” He yelled at them, leading them down towards the hallway. They came about to the hallway where the room Siri had gone to. But Bruter didn’t know what room she was in. He looked at one of the men, who was a bit thinner then the others, and held only a pistol. ”Which room’s she in?” He asked in the gruff tone that he commonly spoke in. The man pulled out a small data-pad and looked it over. He looked up and moved staring at the doors. The screen showed a location which was being fed by a tracker. ”That one” the man said pointing. They remained where they were so as to not cause a noticeable ruckus. They watched the door and waited, some checking their weapons and equipment. They were just in regular clothes, but were dirty looking people. After a few minutes there was a loud sort of hissing scream which came from the direction they were watching. ”That’s the signal!” Bruter yelled. They brought their weapons up and charged down towards the door. As they got there they could visibly see that the door was locked. One of the men stood in front of it and tried to kick it open. It didn’t budge, just made a lot of noise. Then the thinner one with the data pad come up to it, and began to work an invasive, yet very thin drill through to the inside of the lock. It had gotten all the way through, and he sent an electric charge through it, which unlocked it. ”Nice work Rye.” One of the men said as they opened the door.
They barged in and had their weapons ready, though they found just what they had expected. A bunch of people on the ground, and Siri standing there with an angry look on her face. She was always mad at something.
Jesus, Bruter, what the fuck took you so long!? ”Had some trouble with the door.” He replied. He thought about saying that she could have unlocked it, of course that wouldn’t have made the situation any better. He just looked at the thin one named Rye. ”Which one is it?” He asked the man. The man was looking at his data-pad, and was shaking his head. ”I don’t know, it’s only giving me the location, not which one.” Rye responded as he looked at the two woman on the ground.
”Then take em both.” He ordered. The men quickly went about putting a black bag on the two woman that were in the room. They placed handcuffs on one of them as well to make sure they wouldn’t give them any problems. The other was missing an arm, which they hadn’t expected, so they put them on her ankles instead. It was tight, but it would work. Even though they wouldn’t wake up for a very long time, it was still a good idea for safety reasons. The men grabbed the woman and started to carry them out. ”Come on. Lets get outa here before the feds show up.” Bruter ordered of them all, and together they all moved outside, and closed the door behind them. From the outside there was no sign they’d been through there at all. Even on the inside everything was as it had been when they walked in, minus some of the liquor being taken by the men. They just made their way towards the stairwell, and out like they’d never even been there.
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