Log:Defiance Guild: Nar Kanji

Nar Kanji

OOC Date: November 6, 2015 (Optional)
Location: Nar Kanji
Participants: Defiance: Tarion Tavers, Sapphira Solari, Naelyn, Jehni'va Cihn, Kasia Ashkuri, special brief guest star Vraag Rengh, and Hex as GM

The short story: Naelyn saves everyone. Tarion discovers a trap door. Kasia discovers her hate of every place Hex takes her.

The long story:

Nar Kanji is cold, and disgusting in a way that only a place with snow melting into mud can be. The main thoroughfares are paved, side streets start becoming gravel; everything else is, like the landing fields, mud flats. You can see your breath when you breathe out, or when you're chain-smoking, and that's what Hex is doing. He's got different outerwear on, in answer to the cold weather, a long ornate robe-like trench coat with an enormous fur collar, which is no less absurd than his usual flowery duster. It's bright out, and his goggles are actually being worn, which I almost never do because I forget they're there. He has that long ridiculous melee weapon with him, and he is loitering outside a bar as though waiting for someone or something.

Nar Kanada is cold, and disgusting, and Tarion Tavers is also both of those things. His boots crunch on the thin layer of packed snow lining all the thoroughfares, picking up the salt spread to try to keep ice formation at a minimum. A red nose and a hat that is way too large and probably knitted by his ex-wife is pulled down over his ears, the color scheme clearly inspired by the Defiance emblem with blues and cream. The design appears to have taken some inspiration too, as two 'mandibles' hang down around his cheeks and a black nose marks the forehead. His rifle is slung over his shoulder, and one arm (still) hangs unusually stiff at his side, not moving in the usual swing as he walks towards Hex, who is easy to pick out despite the coverings he's wearing. "Hex!" The gloved fingers on the rifle strap raise after he realizes he's not able to wave with his left arm, drawing up alongside the Twi'lek. "What the hell did we come here for? Local cuisine? I'm freezing my ass off out here. Why does anyone live here?"

"A change of pace is good for you, Tarion," Hex insists. "We're here buying oxidizer in quantities generally disapproved of, and taking the temperature of this interesting little world the Hutts lost control over." He exhales smoke, thoughtfully. "Don't reckon as I'm like to build a summer home here though, ka. The weather is regrettable, and I think Kanjiklub killed a guy I'm waiting to see."

Another non-native of Nar Kanji makes his way along from the direction of the Suit Up Armory. Vraag is out of his usual Mandalorian gear, and instead is wearing a long trench coat that hits him about shin level, but would likely graze the ground on a normal sized man. The bulge at his hip hints at a blaster or something similar there, and his usual two swords are draped across his back, over the coat. His hair is worn down, blowing in the blistering wind, and the moisture running down from his nose is almost certainly snot. He limps heavily on his right leg, clearly favoring the limb.

"A change of pace is good for Kasia, too," Tarion retorts, shrugging with just one shoulder. "You should let her out of the stable, try new things, forbidden love." Is he thinking about that scene from yesterday? MAYBE. Wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve, he turns to notice a rover of unusual size, and recognizes the ROUS as none other than Vraag Rengh. "Well if it isn't the Vraagle! The newest docket in the Tavers portfolio." Who knows if half those words are used correctly. "I should grow my hair out again, what do you think, Hex? And who's Kanjiklub?"

Hex chuckles, low and amused, tapping ash off his cigarette. "Kasia does what she wants," he replies. "And she does who she wants. If you think I'm the one who calls the shots about anything, you haven't been paying attention. Kanjiklub is a gang, a cartel. Organized crime. They're ferocious enough to have thrown off the yoke of the Hutts, which means that they've killed or otherwise subdued every single other threat to power on this rock. I got no opinion on your head-fur other than it's nasty." He raises his voice as he spots the big man, "Kassurra, Vraag, what's knocked the spring out of your step?"

"I didn't know the Hutts had eggs, but good on Kanjiklub for throwing those yolks off. If we're being fair, here, though, it's probably just too cold here for Hutt eggs in the first place, so I'm not surprised they let them do it." Tarion nods sagely, pulling his hat down a little further on his head. "So what're we going to do if your contact kicked it? You got another way to get this stuff?"

Hex furrows his brow, looking thoughtful and confused despite that his eyes are hidden behind the dark goggles. "They might lay eggs," he agrees, momentarily pondering this troublesome thought. "I guess I don't really know where baby Hutts come from. I don't want to think about it, because then I got to think about them doin' it. However they do it. How do they do it?" He draws on his cigarette and frowns about the nightmares he's going to have, then exhales. "There's somebody else I'll have to talk to if Akachi's dead in a ditch somewhere, but I'd rather not." He pushes away from the building, "Let's go look at his house first though, he might just be passed out drunk. Rengh, come if you want, ka, people are maybe less likely to murder us if we got a gimpy mountain with us."

"Maybe they just asexually divide like amoebas. Ahuttbas. I don't know. What does a slug do to have sex?" The implications are disturbing, but Tarion keeps right on going. "If they don't split they gotta have sex organs somewhere, you know? That leaves like, the hands, the tongue, the tail, and whatever is under them. WHAT IS UNDER THEM?" The bounty hunter starts to imagine things, but before he can share Hex is changing the subject. "Maybe there's some free booze in the back, if he's a drinker." He's with Hex, wearing an oversized knit hat in Defiance colors shaped like the Defiance mascot, with mandibles hanging down around his cheeks and a black knit nose in the middle of the forehead, wiping his nose on the back of his glove while they start heading down the street of Nar Kanada here, salt and snow stuck to his boots.

"I think the one slug gets up on the other slug," Hex demonstrates by laying one forearm over the other, and then stops, cigarette between his lips. He's wearing a SUPER PIMP full length coat, with ornate patterns and an impressively massive fur collar; the winter version of his normal hideous outerwear. It looks boss, trust me. Also, he's wearing his goggles, dark-lensed against the sun. It's cold, and the footing is mostly icy mud. Sometimes it's gravel or a bit of pavement, but everything for the most part is nasty, icy mud flats. "....I don't know, Tarion. I don't know what's under them. Maybe it's secret, it's like hidden..." His hands fly apart like a kid telling a scary story, "UNTIL IT'S NOT." He and Tarion seem to be heading toward a more residential part of town; they were meant to be finding a contact here who is selling them unapproved quantities of volatile oxidizer.

Vraag walks over toward Tarion and Hex, snot still clinging to his upper lip and looking almost as if it is starting to freeze on his face. The man is still limping heavily on his right side, wincing with every other step. Finally getting around to what Hex asked him earlier, he grunts and says, "A rathtar got a hold of me and slung me into a big tree... Better than getting eaten, I guess. Probably a job I should have turned down..."

Sapphira was here with some people, but somehow she got distracted, wandering instead to a shop window for jewelry, her greatest weakness next to yarn. She's peering in the frosted window there, her own person wrapped in a svelte, smart-looking black fur that makes her red hair and pale features stand out prominently. Conversation of slug sex reaches her ears and the woman stands, holding one hand at the neck of her fur to keep it tight around her person. She turns, and her eyes settle on Tarion and Hex. She sighs. "Tarion. Sir." She greets each of them by what is basically their names. "Are you meeting Naelyn here? He's just parked. Well, Trillian's just parked, but Naelyn's here too." Her hair still looks stupid, with a big chunk shaved away over her left temple that she tried to cover with crisscrossing braids.

Tarion poses just because. Sapphira shows up and says hello, and he pulls his hat down tighter when he sees her hair. "Holy krif, what happened to you? Rogue weed-trimmer attack? I keep saying, these droids, they're not safe to have in populated areas, but nobody listens to me." The hunter adjusts his rifle on his shoulder, since only one arm actually works right now, looking over at Hex. "I still think one of their fingers might be a sex organ or something. Pulling double duty."

"It's okay, Vraag. It's okay to be too stupid to turn down terrible jobs," Hex assures Vraag. Not meanly, just, you know, one dumbass to another. Hex would totally take a rathtar job, unless Kasia figured it out and shut that down. "What'd you say?" he asks Tarion, distractedly. Nobody listens to Tarion. He's looking up at building numbers, and then comms his wife. "Kasia. Akachi hasn't showed, I'm goin to his house. What's the address of it?" While waiting for response, he greets Sapphira with a "Kassurra, ai'jou," and then shrugs. "I'm trying to meet a smuggler here. Not having much luck. The hell did you do to your hair?"

Kasia is here too, also in a long coat, though hers isn't fur on the outside, it's a steel gray color with a silvery fur lining the inside. It's very warm, and mostly clean in spite of the grossness here. She's wearing pants, because she knew where she was going, and boots for that same reason, though the boots are pretty mud spattered. "What do you mean he didn't show? I just spoke to him an hour ago," she tells Hex, first over coms, and then she makes her way toward the large group. Squish, squish, she makes her way to Hex, holding out a datapad with the address on it. "It's here, we have to go that way to get there." She points down the correct road. She came prepared.

Sapphira flushes bright colors and reaches up to try and tug that braid down over her hair. "Dr. Tosha's punishment for my letting one little cut get just a tiny bit infected," the girl grumbles unhappily. Damn it all, she's going to knit herself a hat after this. Actually, she has a better idea. "Well Naelyn and Trillian are right behind me somewhere, dressed to the nines. Trillian's also a lil drunk so, ya know." There's that. "I'll be right back." And she turns to pop in to a clothing store where she can buy a hat, keeping her hand over her messed up bald spot until then.

"Well maybe don't ignore a head wound for weeks on end until puss is oozing and you're about to lose your whole damn head and have it replaced with a really sexy android head housing all your memories in a silicon chip the size of a fingernail," Tarion suggests, with classic mean indifference and a snarky grin. "Dr. Tosha is the one who cut my arm off, you know. It barely grazed me but I took too long to get it looked at and Valko just took the whole thing." Speaking of, his mechanical arm is still broken, mostly because it's fun to have Tarion disabled. "Down that road, huh? Let's get to it. Where's Nae and Drunk Trilly? Are we waiting for them?"

"I guess I'm glad I always see Dr Kal," Hex frowns, because ooooodddly enough, he's never met the mysterious Valko. "Hi, nonna. Thanks," he greets Kasia, and then with her map and information, they trudge off down the street. It gets increasingly muddy as they go -- this is a cold planet, and the streets are a mess with mud, salt, ice, not enough gravel. The houses are squalid and huddle tightly together as though for warmth, built up and high instead of low and flat, to help with warmth. Hex makes a few turns, continues peering up at the numbers. "Akachi, you crotting sandmaggot, why couldn't you just be where you said you'd... what? Naelyn can catch up. He's always got me lojacked, anyway. We're almost there."

"Look, look, look. It was a simple misunderstanding, okay? This is hardly necessary, you know. Look, you'll have your shipment once this little - ah - hiccup in the supply line eases up!" It's a very flustered, and familiar, voice that floats from around a corner and it doesn't take long before Jehni'va Cihn is hustled into view, hands raised disarmingly as she is prodded along by an Ishi Tib. "Okay, listen. Here's the deal -" She spies her coworkers from the corner of her eye and, eyes wide in surprise, flashes them a quick smile and a wave. Everythings fine! We're fine, it's all fine here. How are you? She's still arguing as she is led past them. "Give me a week, I just need to clear up a little blip on Takodana. Your guy Ji'loq got himself bagged and -" Her babbling continues until she is again out of sight.... And then she's back, without her tail but looking significantly ruffled. "Hey, what I miss?" The cargo pilot jogs up to the group, straightening her goggles against her forehead. "Whose a sandy croth maggot?"

"Whatever goddess poxed deity created the existence of cold weather..." Comes the soft purrish tones of the Sephi-Hybrid who has his brother by a different species lojacked. Naelyn does finally catch up, adding another layer of clothing to his attire and wrapping his robes tight around him. He's elegant as ever, light greys and black and silvers and make-up on point as he rests a hand on his leather satchel and moves along after the group, He's placed his face veil on that just leaves the bridge of his nose and his eyes showing though and he has his hood up covering all his shimmering hair.

"Naelyn can find us anywhere we are," Kasia assures Tarion, having no doubt about that at all. She trudges alongside Hex, looking not at all thrilled that somehow they're on a gross world again, doing something stupid. "For the record, ka're, this is bad mud, not anything like the mud at the spa." Ah, the spa, she misses the spa. She digs in one pocket to withdraw some earmuffs made of that same silvery fur that lines her coat. Totally not standing out with these on, not at all. Her ears are going to be soooo toasty, though.

"I think that would be down to the size of the planet, Naelyn, I mean, all the heat comes from the planet's core, and Nar Kanji is smaller than Nar Shaddaa, I think," Tarion announces, incorrectly on at least one count. The bounty hunter grabs onto his bad left arm, tugging it out into a semi-extended position, like he's going for a handshake, and then it just stays there while he's walking. "I have a bad feeling about this, though, Hex. Kanjiklub is about the most unoriginal name you can come up with, like, that's- these are not creative criminals, they're just going to shoot us if they're behind this, and then there's no time to talk or sex our way out of things." The young asshole looks highly concerned about that, adjusting his anooba- (probably)themed hat self-consciously. "Getting shot is expensive."

Hex, wearing dark goggles and a long boss coat with a massive, massive fur collar, pauses and stares at Jehn and her predicament, smoke trailing upwards from his cigarette, then he shakes his head, lekku swaying with the motion. "I'm not even gonna ask," he announces, and as they trudge along through Not Good Mud, they eventually reach their destination, a lower-level dwelling in an alleyway off the street. It smells like pee and it seems like a good place to get murdered. "We're here! I-- oh. Huh. The door's... little bit broken." Looks like someone's busted off the lock. "Huh," Hex says again, and then just pushes the door open, walking into the house, tracking icy mud in as he goes. "Akachi? Where-- oh. OH. Shit." There's a dead Duros on the couch, slumped over, a surprised look still on his face. Also nobody hears anything.

The pilot isn't mentioning the incident, either. Over her jumpsuit, Jehni'va has layered a thick, brown jacket, and it's safe to assume that she's got some long ass underwear on underneath. Her goggles are flecked with ice, and as a gust of wind kicks against the little group, she tugs them down over her eyes and yanks a flappy hat from her pocket to stuff roughly over her head - it's all sorts of colors and the flaps go over her ears, fluttering slightly with the wind. She doesn't look nearly as elegant as Naelyn nor as coordinated as Kasia. "Hey, Nae. What is everyone doing here, anyway?" The cargo pilot pushes nosily, stuffing her hands into her pockets and stamping her boots against the ground as she falls in with the rest. Crunch, squash, crunch. "I feel like I missed something. Are we getting shot? Tarion, why is your arm busted? Actually, no, I don't want to kno- oh shit." She doesn't hear anything out of the ordinary, but she's now standing in some strange building and there's a dead guy. "I really think I missed something." Her voice has reflexively dropped to a whisper.

Tarion is talking which is why Naelyn just sorta walks along side Tarion to tuck a credit chit into one of his pockets before returning to walk closer to Jehni. It is because Tarion was talking though that he sort've tunes out the world with a pleasant expression flickering across his features and he gives a small shake of his head to Jehni. "I was curious...now apparently I am working." Then he blinks as he's standing on his tip toes to see over/around Hex and then he drops right back down and sighs softly. "We can tell this was not our fault, because the corpse looks surprised..."

Kasia doesn't ask what trouble Jehn is up to either, it's really better that way, at least for her sanity. Especially right now. "How does this place smell worse than Nar?" It doesn't, it's just different filth combined with NATURE (mud) and that makes everything worse for her. "Hang on," she eyes the broken door, frowning as she looks up at Hex. "Be careful, there might still be someone here." Is there though? She has no idea, because if they made a sound, she sure didn't hear it. Thanks, earmuffs. She still slips a gloved hand beneath her long coat, fingers closing around her blaster in case she needs to shoot some fools. Hopefully she shoots the right fools, there are a lot of them here.

Tarion is not careful. He walks right in, swinging his blaster down off his shoulder and balancing it on his extended but immobile left arm, like a prop. "I'm waiting on a part to come in from that time I saved your asses during the Rancor Relocation of 1158," he informs Jehni about his arm, taking one look at the Duros on the couch and announcing "Hex, your friend has a dead Duros on his couch. That's pretty badass."

"He doesn't /have/ a dead Duros on his couch, he /is/ a dead Duros on the couch," Hex sighs a clarification to Tarion. "Well, shit, everybody have a look around, maybe that oxidizer is still here. Be careful if you find it though, because it's highly... oh, shit wait." Too little too late, they can hear a very, very faint beeping that they should have heard before and didn't. Then blinding lights flash on from near the ceiling, and a security system launches into attack. PEW PEW PEW PEW! Little stun bolts fly towards everyone from all directions. Tarion gets hit in the leg, Kasia in the arm, Jehn in the ass. It's not enough to knock a person out, but the affected part will go numb and helpless. Naelyn is a beast and probably does like a Neo in the matrix thing and doesn't get affected.

"Oh." Jehn nods at Tarion; it's not as bad as she thought it would be, but now she's more distracted by the Duros. "He really dead?" She asks, inching forward to reach out and poke at him with a boot as she draws her own blaster (instead of a knife, moving up in the worlds, Jehni'va). She's in this awkward, one foot up, leaned over stance with her pistol pointed at the ground and her boot toeing at the dead guy's shin when the lights blind her and something stings her, hard, in the ass. She's sent sprawling, sending her blaster misfiring as she lands. Thankfully, she's been training enough to keep it pointed away from the rest of her people and it sinks harmlessly into a wall. "Hex, your friend sucks." She groans, her ass numb and helpless.

One moment Naelyn is lingering near the doorway, eyeing people over his veil as they go further into the house with the dead Duros. The next he hears the 'oh shi' that's all it takes for the slender dancer to throw himself backwards into a back-bend and quickly lift his legs out of the way as well avoiding stun bolts and ending up in his round-off/black flip BACK OUTSIDE the door and then peeking in with wide eyes and a blink. "Shall I deactivate the security system or did you all want to keep looking around? I'm okay with waiting out here until you are finished?"

"That explains why he-- shit, OW!" Kasia is hit and it makes her recoil, stumble, and topple over because her dead arm can't catch her. THUD, she hits the floor, blaster clattering to the floor. "TURN IT OFF!" She hates this world now too, it's going on her dunzo list. Not that this list stops Hex from returning to these terrible places, otherwise they'd never go to Ko Hentota again, and we all know that's Hex's favorite place ever.

"Why are you friends with a dead Duros?" Tarion asks, confused, brows furrowed beneath the black knit anooba nose. "You guys are weird." That's when the alarm goes off, and he's rendered temporarily blind, and shot in the leg, rendered temporarily disabled. The hunter immediately collapses, one leg not being enough to keep him up on that short of notice, and smacks himself in the face with his gun and arm. "Ow, /krif/," he hisses, the whole left side of his body incapacitated, the whole right side curling reflexively into the fetal position. "I /hate/ Kanjiklub. This is a terrible club." He has to drag his arm back down from his face area, a big black and blue mark adorning his eye and a cut bleeding on his forehead. Guns are hard and they have weird shapes all over them, guys. Don't smack one into your face. Looping the sling around his bad arm, he uses it like a coat rack, gun hanging as he tries to scrabble up into an upright position, pulling himself awkwardly onto one leg using the couch and the dead Duros's oversized head. "Turn it off, Nae!"

"AAAH!" Lucky number one, Hex got shot in the head, or more accurately, in one of his lekku. It hangs limply while the other twitches in agitation, and he makes a sound that could be described as a whimper. "Turn it off!" he yells at Naelyn along with the others, though the blue bolts have gone temporarily dormant, whirring like the cheap system is powering up to have another go. "The rest of you, help me search for somewhere he could be hiding tanks of oxidizer!" Head injury has flipped his speech into a Ryloth accent and he either hasn't noticed or hasn't pulled himself together enough to stop, so he sounds ridiculous space frrrrench.

Jehn's ass hurts and does not need your sass right now, Naelyn. In response to the slicer, the downed pilot can only groan and roll over, clutching firmly at her cheeks. "This day has been a real shot to the ass, and I really hate how often I mean that literally." Looking at you Tarion. And Hex. And dead Duros guy, upon which the blame for this she will currently drop. "Please turn it off." She hufffs out in unison with her fellows, still trying to rub feeling back into her bumbum. Poor bumbum. "I don't see shit." Jehn groans, dragging herself to her knees and peeking under the couch. "We're not getting shot again, right?" Her voice has raised a pitch, maybe in response to Hex's weird alien accent, maybe in response to the fear of more shots to the ass (AND YOU'RE TOO LATE). She still sounds like she's from space New Zealand regardless.

"...hm." Naelyn's eyebrow raises a fraction but he tugs a spacepocketknife from his satchel along with a small hand-held computer like device and pries a panel off just inside the door, working quickly and efficiently, adjusting the pocket knife the right setting. Yes, scissors. He just cuts through the wires that connect the system with the automated stun bolts. Snip. "If you want to borrow these for Hex or Tarion, Mistress Kasia...there is a setting with larger blades..."

Kasia hasn't managed to get to her feet yet, which hinders the process of looking for things, she is sitting on her non-numbed ass though. "Hex, ka're," she holds her good arm out to him. "Help me please." Hopefully Hex can remember which one she is after taking a hit to the lekku. "As useful as that might be, Naelyn, lets talk about it later when I'm feeling less sorry for myself."

"You don't need scissors to open a condom, Naelyn," Tarion advises, propping himself up using the dead Duros's upturned face, and in the process the whole couch shifts forward from his weight pressing against it. This reveals the floor beneath, and... "Oh, look at that. A trap door. Once again, I salvage victory from the jaws of Jehn's numb bum." Grinning from ear to ear, the bounty hunter tries to get down on one knee to open it, and instead just sort of sits down hard on his ass. "Hex, help me get it open, and then we'll just chuck Jehn down the hole."

"I just got shot in the lekku," ze lekku, "Can you not threaten my balls right now!" Hex makes a reasonable request of Naelyn, then sighs, "Jehni'va, help me to go through his pockets, see what we find." He unceremoniously begins to rifle through the dead Duros's belongings, heedless of the weird stiffness of the body, or the blood oozy and crusty all over poor dead Akachi's chest. His one numbed lek is still all sad and limp. Then Kasia requests is help, so he pauses, looks at his hand.. wipes his bloody hand on his pants, and goes over to help her up as requested. "Tarion, shut up," zhutup, "And just open the door and try not to be starting any explosions, ok ka."

Jehni'va Cihn uses the couch (and, by extension, the dead guy) to slowly haul herself upright; her legs are wobbly and tingly and her butt hurts real bad, but she starts to rifle through the guys pockets nonetheless. She's leaning on the couch heavily when she triumphantly pulls a datacard from a pocket, but Tarion hefts the couch up and she unsteadily falls backwards again, hitting with a hard 'whoof' of rushing air. "Tarion, you suck. Naelyn, give me those scissors. Pretty sure the smallest setting will work /just/ fine." She growls, starting the whole process of standing over again with her fist closed around her prize. "He had this, Hex."

This is his family. Naelyn watches and listens, eyes darting back and forth from person to person as he closes his space multi-tool and slips it away. He's quiet though, just nodding slowly and offering Hex a rapid fire, "You can kiss my ass. I was going to find a warm burly miner to have sex with and now I am here. Watching you and Jehni'va feel up a dead man while Tarion is risking getting another part of his body eaten off by whatever is under that door." It all comes out in Ryl and Nae never really loses his accent so the shade thrown sounds like a warm summer breeze in that language. "You are lucky she who holds your heart is into all of..." He waves a hand vaguely into the scene. "All of this. She is a Goddess amongst human females." He then looks over between Jehni and Tarion and then his tool. Tempted. He just stares from his position near the door, over his veil, with silent yet resigned judgement. This is his family.

Kasia does like all of... this, for some reason, otherwise it's hard to imagine she'd have stuck around for long. She has, though, she's been with the dude speaking in a space french accent for almost two years now. No one seems to know why. "Thank you, ka're," she murmurs, accepting the help up onto her feet, letting the others do the searching, and lifting, and Jehn tossing around. She's sticking near the door now, doing nothing else to make her coat even more dirty.

Tarion doesn't speak Ryl, or whatever the hell that janky space French everyone is spitting is, so he just carries on with what he's doing, which in this case means 'working his fingers under the trap door'. Once he gets some purchase, he hauls it upright, letting the hatch fall with a heavy crack to the floor, and revealing a nice square hole with a ladder. Unfortunately, only one leg is really working and that took a lot of lifting with one working arm and there's a rifle hanging on the non-functioning one and that little bit of inertia means that he immediately loses his balance on the edge, pinwheels his good arm for a moment, and then disappears down the shaft, leaving only his hat behind, perched on the edge. A dull thud and a rustle of gear later, punctuated by one sharp "AH!", and Tarion's voice, accompanied by a cloud of curses and something about more credits, announces, "I found the... bombs, I guess? IS THIS ANOTHER BOMB CLUB? I swear on Naelyn's silent fury, Hex, if this is another bomb club I'm gonna kriffing- I'm not saving your asses this time! I don't get paid enough for this shit!"

"'Ang on to that," Space French Hex advises Jehn on the subject of the data card, regarding it thoughtfully. "I want to know what it says, even if, and especially if, it is encrypted." Then Tarion is taking nose dives into the cellar, and he gasps with alarm, "Tarrrion!" Is he concerned for his safety?! "Do not damage anything expensive!" No. "Everyone, this way." He leads by example (terrifying) and heads down the cellar stairs, where he regards the HIGHLY FLAMMABLE canisters with contentment. "Passi. Very good. Let's load all of this up and get out of here before someone comes looking for my poor friend Akachi, ka?"

Jehni'va Cihn has no idea what Naelyn says, but it sure sounds pretty; she assumes it's scathing and malicious and delivered with grace. "Of course they're bombs." Jehn groans, quickly holstering her blaster and stumbling a drunken step toward the trapdoor. She grasps the rungs and slowly starts to haul herself down like a proper human at Hex's urging. "Roger that." She grunts, and with much less caution than she should have, starts to load up the goods. The datachit is safely zipped into a pocket as she works, the flaps on her ridiculous hat bouncing merrily against her cheeks. "You wanna have a service for your friend, Hex?" She ponders as she struggles another canister onto the cart. "We can say some nice stuff and burn some of his things or, uh, jettison him out an airlock? M'sorry for your loss."

The Sephi-Hybrid says the Ryl equivalent of 'then did b*tch just say /bombs/' under his breath and eyes Kasia for a moment before bowing deeply and stepping aside to make room for her just by and practically outside of the door. Naelyn exhales softly. Of course its something dangerous.

Down in the basement, Tarion drags himself upright again, leaning heavily on the wall and moving with a sort of hopskip towards the HIGHLY FLAMMABLE goods. "What for? He's just a Duros, they're dead all the time. I'm pretty sure even the live ones are dead, all sunken-cheeked and whatnot." He latches onto one canister and hoists it up, dumping it onto the cart with a thump. "One of these days you people are going to give me a raise, and we're going to take Kasia somewhere nice where nothing goes wrong, tries to kill us, or smells bad, Jehn won't get shot in the ass, Naelyn will be less disappointed in us, and I can retire."

Kasia does not go down that hole, or touch the ladder, she'll use her arm as an excuse, but also she just doesn't want to, so it works out. Also she doesn't trust Tarion to not go all crazy and get their asses blown up again, so distance seems the safest course of action here. "Hex, you're taking my coat to get it cleaned." There was mud on the floor, and everything is terrible.

Hex looks at Jehn like she's a little bit crazy. Lil bit. "We weren't that good of friends," he eventually says, then pats her on the shoulder and assures, "'e will be fine," before he cheerfully assures Kasia "Okay, okay," to whatever she said, yeah yeah, agree with wife, and goes down into the cellar. Between the team, everyone has enough functioning body parts to get the canisters of HIGHLY FLAMMABLE oxidizer tied down and tarped over in the hover cart, and all things considered, Hex seems really happy about all this. "Free things! Totally free things!" he exclaims, then opens the cellar door leading outside, rubs his hands together, and says cheerfully, "Now let's go back to the ships and go home before anybody is zshooting us. You know what, I like this place, I like Nar Kanji, this is a good place, ka? Yes!"

For sure, free stuff and an easy getaway. What could possibly go wrong?