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I CAN'T HEAR THE STARS ANYMORE... BUT THE VOICE SPEAKS TO ME IN THE DARK…
A shrug as Samus tapped at her wrist-comp and accessed the wireless network to make an order. "I just got back to Daiban a few days ago, had to spend a bit on some new gear since…well…suit." It still hurt, but she was alive, at least. "I sent a message to some friends with some pull in Confleet regarding maybe getting my hands on some older sPC armor they might have being offloaded, but in the meantime…"
A few more taps as she finished her order and sent it off to the Reach's servers. An automated drone came by moments later with a one eighty milliliter shot glass and a bottle with a flip seal. Samus gestured her thanks, slipped open the seal, and poured herself a full glass before downing the entire contents all too smoothly. "In the meantime, I take some easier work to pay the bills and all until I can get my claws on some proper mil-spec armor."
Her eyes shifted a moment toward the Ylf'yn, sure they had met before now, but couldn't recall. "I've been through a lot in the last few months, so you'll have to forgive me, but have we met before, miss…"
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Sept 9, 2023 1:10:27 GMT
"Aila would be th' name ye heard last," she replied with a faint smile. "Though perhaps Eresh has spoken another name. It's kinda funny that ye'd know each other, but I suppose it makes sense. He has a talent fer findin' interestin' people," she added as her gaze shifted to fall on Makoto. I find what ye donna say far more interestin' than what ye do. Do ye know why, lass?" Eliza asked as she absently fiddled with a few feathers on Eresh's arm. "It's coz such arcane secrets are rarer than osmium, and every bit as valuable if ye know how ta use them."
This made Eresh perk up ever so slightly, and he would almost trill in appreciation at the news. “That is very good to hear Samus, your armor situation has been weighing on me a fair bit the past month or so, I was pondering on trying to see if I couldn’t find any useful trinkets to help you. Maybe I still will, haven’t decided yet.” He said as he glanced at “Aila”.. and would roll with it- a new opportunity to prolong the charade had presented itself.
Nonchalantly ignoring that Eliza was playing with the feathers on his forearm he would shrug. “Well this is someone I met back on Yl’fna while helping them repel the Kromus a couple years back, I think you two have met once or twice, though Aila doesn’t visit all that often sadly.” He said as he would give Makoto another glance as Eliza mentioned her intrigue. Well he saw that one coming, but he wasn’t particularly worried about the implications.
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Sept 11, 2023 11:21:13 GMT
Tycho leaned back and nursed what was left of his drink, opting to simply listen to the conversations at hand, intrigued enough by them as it was. He hadn't even been aware of the existence of the arcane until it was used to flash-repair his armor plating before his eyes back on Aurgia, much less how it worked in any capacity. Maybe he could learn a thing or two by proxy, instead of posing some pointless comment yet again about him having never seen anything like it before. The feeling was getting a little old, even to himself.
Meanwhile, here was another good friend of Eresh with her own set of high connections. Was that a common theme with just the company the Mawkin kept, or was that just what happened when you're a good enough bounty hunter out here?
A younger Tycho would be foaming at the mouth for the "opportunity" he had now, to be sitting here drinking with those who were presumably in the bounty-hunter equivalent of the "big-leagues," but in that brazen netrunner's place was someone a little more reserved. Bounty hunters in the Federation seemed to be quite the far cry from what he knew them as back home-- outcast mercenaries that were stuck somewhere in the friendless gray-area of corporate servitude and netrunning-for-the-wrong-side. Looking at Samus, Eresh, and every other colorful individual in this bar, the decidedly different picture it painted made the Vlaka feel strangely hopeful. Here it seemed like being a bounty hunter could be made into an actual career, and there was a whole network in place to make it stay that way... the same network that propagated a culture that felt just familiar enough, for work that felt just familiar enough. For better pay and better rep, no less... as well as being on the "right" side of the law. Whatever that meant out here.
Watching quickly-made friends talk about this and that, soaking in the atmosphere of the bar, sinking his perception into the middle-distance buzz of a hundred-or-more different conversations... all the while having his mind inexorably fixed on work, ammo prices, food, etc. He blinked, and he was back at the Afterlife, suddenly feeling like he never left home. Even after the memory passed as quickly as it came, Tycho's shoulders settled a little, and a bit of weight lifted off his chest. This was it, he realized.
I CAN'T HEAR THE STARS ANYMORE... BUT THE VOICE SPEAKS TO ME IN THE DARK…
Alia. Yes, it had been a while, but she did recall the name. It had been a year or two ago, just before she had gone into the Hole looking for Ramsey. Samus recalled having the good sense to follow Dane's lead rather than what IMC had wanted went they put up the bounty on Ramsey, while some idiot in a weird blue powered suit had tried, and as she heard, ended up a smear on the landing bay's tarmac while Ramsey and his compatriots had gotten the hell out of there.
That old Kilrathi who had led her to Ramsey had indeed warned her, and thankfully, she had listened. But that hadn't made her official report any easier.
"Do remember you a bit. Been a while though." Yet she could feel like something was off about the ylf'yn. "So during the raid in Y'f'yl Na was it? Heard a bit about that while I was out in the A'fyn-ia cluster. Kromus battle group managed to dodge Federation early warning drones and sneak in, didn't they?"
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Sept 16, 2023 18:52:39 GMT
"Aila" gave a wicked smile at the mention of the Kromus, then nodded. "Aye, there was a raid, and we watered th' forest in their gore," she replied. "Eresh was of great help in bleedin' them until th' Federation could send a fleet ta drive them away completely. Without his help, in fact, I suspect th' Kromus would have been able ta penetrate th' defenses of our main refugee camp, and we may na have held out long enough fer help ta be of any good. Th' fact that he's quite amusing when he chooses ta be only makes him good company in peace, as well," she added as she let her hand settle over Eresh's far larger hand. "I suppose ye can work th' rest out, even if he's na said anythin'."
Post by Eresh Tarren on Sept 16, 2023 23:16:48 GMT
Eresh gave her hand a squeeze in return as he gave a half smile as he waved the other in a nonchalant manner. “I believe the good lady is overselling my contribution to the situation a little, but I am confident that I was able to do what I could to help her people weather the storm.” And he would quite brazenly press his beak against the side of her face and gently nuzzling against it, a gesture Samus understood to be billing- or more bluntly the Chozo approximation of a kiss. “This one accomplished far more than I did during the short time we worked together down on the planet.”
I CAN'T HEAR THE STARS ANYMORE... BUT THE VOICE SPEAKS TO ME IN THE DARK…
The blonde raised a brow, turning her gaze for a moment to the Mawkin in question before shrugging. She'd heard of odder couples in human history, and Eresh was young enough for a Chozo offshoot that he likely had plenty of time to do that service for his people. "Well, I'm hardly one to judge, being that I was raised by a Chozo since I was three. Just don't be surprised when he doesn't age a day for a century or two, and you're in the hover-scooter at the old hunter's home."
Not that many bounty hunters actually got that old.
Post by Eresh Tarren on Sept 17, 2023 19:17:10 GMT
Eresh would chuckle at her comment as he would remove his beak from his consorts cheek. “No need to worry about that, Samus. I am confident she will be quite spry even then.”
Turning to look at Tycho, he noticed that the Vlaka seemed to be simply.. overwhelmed at everything that was going on. “What about you, Tycho? Is there anyone you are sweet on?”
Post by Tycho Kalhalati on Sept 17, 2023 19:28:00 GMT
Tycho's ears perked up when he was addressed, yellow eyes flicking up from the near-empty drink the Vlaka had found himself staring into. He looked he was watching thoughts conflict rather violently in his own head, like whatever joy or determination his realization brough him was tangling with the fresh memories of Auriga. He downed what was left of the drink, gingerly, while he thought of an answer.
"Not... really, no. My life kinda moved too fast for that sort of thing, even before I left home. Nothing bigger than flings or "close" friends." He slowly nudged the empty glass aside and leaned forward again, resting his muzzle on an upturned palm.
"If I find a man with the patience to date a merc, he'd be worth keeping enough that I'd just quit the life to be with him... and I'm not ready to quit, such as it is. I don't think I'd ever get that lucky anyway..."
"Aila would be th' name ye heard last," she replied with a faint smile. "Though perhaps Eresh has spoken another name. It's kinda funny that ye'd know each other, but I suppose it makes sense. He has a talent fer findin' interestin' people," she added as her gaze shifted to fall on Makoto. I find what ye donna say far more interestin' than what ye do. Do ye know why, lass?" Eliza asked as she absently fiddled with a few feathers on Eresh's arm. "It's coz such arcane secrets are rarer than osmium, and every bit as valuable if ye know how ta use them."
Makoto's attention perked up to the older woman. "You have experience with the arcane as well? I'm afraid we haven't been introduced. My name is Makoto. Makoto Nijima, to be exact. I've worked with Eresh before, you could say."