Log:Hutt Cartel: A Challenger Appears pt. 2

A Challenger Appears Pt. 2

OOC Date: November 13, 2018
Location: Corellia
Participants: Yoska Lash, Maireni, Fennix, Myra Bale, Usha

"Wake the rest of them up."

They had all been in a deep and dreamless slumber until a cold, hard slap is planted across their faces to bring them back to reality. How long have they been out, you ask? Uncertain. Hours maybe. White fluorescent lighting assaults their eyes and the four Cartel members finally see their current, precarious situation in full.

The Lashes, Usha, and Myra sit in uncomfortable chairs with their hands bound behind them. They are positioned so that their backs face each other, but they cannot see one another. Instead what they see is that they are surrounded by guards dressed in CorSec uniforms, but something about their demeanor says that they aren't actually CorSec.

"We were guaranteed pure, Cartel combat stims. This level of quality is unacceptable." The man dressed in the highest ranking uniform is already talking to Usha. Sweating like a sinner in church, the Zeltron blinks groggily and insists, "I'm telling you. There have been dupes popping up around the galaxy. I don't know who the hell you went to, but this is what you get when you go hunting for a bargain and try and cut me out of the deal."

But where exactly are they, and what is going on? Let's take a minute recall the series of events that led up to this very moment. Yesterday, a 3 minute segment aired on the Galactic News Network buried deep under the leading stories of the day. A violent scuffle ignited between two CorSec officers, resulting in the murder of one while the other fled the scene. It was labeled as a crime of passion - two partners in love with the same Twi'lek dancer. It's always about a Twi'lek dancer.

Not long after the segment aired, a message from Usha arrive across the Cartel holonet requesting a team accompany her on a deal in Corellia. Thus, the suckers who answered the call now find themselves held captive with the drug dealer. And the "officer" that fled the scene? He is in a glass cell of to the side. His eyes have turned a murderous black and he's consumed with such an insatiable ferocity that he slams his body against the glass upon seeing the Cartel members tied up.

"....'mintoit!" That's a Yoska way to wake up to a slap. It's followed by, "Ow!" as he wakes up a little further, and struggles groggily against the restraints that tie him to his chair. "Owwww," he says again, petulantly, upon finding out that escape is not currently possible. He's not wearing armor, he's in his usual array of flashy, trashy civilian clothes and jewelry, and probably had a limited understanding of what he was doing even before they got knocked out. He has even less idea what's happening now, so he settles for echoing Usha with "YEAH," and then announcing, "Fennix, all bad luck is your stupid fault because your overalls say Dennis, I hope you know that. It's bad luck when things ain't called their right names. BAD. LUCK."

Waking up with ones hands tied behind their backs and surrounded by goons with ill intent is just another Tuesday in the life of most Ryn, given that they are often hunted for sport. When you're younger brother is Yoska Lash, you can probably jack that frequency up by at least another day and a half. Opening his eyes groggily, Fennix makes a whining noise at the cramping pain in his neck. His shoulders lift as he tries to lift his arms to massage it, only to slowly begin to realize what sort of predicament they're in. His eyes roll and even though he can't see him, he knows his younger brother has to be nearby, given that he followed Yoska and Maireni to their super fun drug party. "Yoska! What have you done now!" he yells out grumpily.

Slam! The tweaked out CorSec guard slams his body against the glass, and Fennix jumps where he sits, looses balance and rolls over onto his side. He wiggles about fruitlessly there for a moment, listening to Usha's explanation before he calls out to the closest goon, "I know what happened to him! It's the right stuff, but he didn't take it right! It goes in the /butt/. Duh."

Blinking owlishly as the slap registers across her cerebral cortex, Myra wakes up, green eyes flitting cagily around the surroundings, taking in the room. The little woman is lashed opposite of someone, several someones, really, and her nose tells her that it is not one, not two, but three Lashes. THREE. "Well, if this isn't a fate worse than death," she mutters in a slurring, if cultured, accent. "Really it is, this is dreadfully uncalled for, I would be most delighted to explain all the myriad ways that this situation can be tied up in- oh goodness, that was totally unintended, I am terribly sorry," the mousey lady titters, eyes widening with alarm at realizing her pun. "Where was I. Ah yes, now. As you've no doubt deduced, what you received was likely bad product. I say 'likely' because I'm not terribly close to the process, as it were, but I know miss Usha and she is just ever so delightful. Have you seen what a pretty shade of magenta she is? At any rate, there just simply isn't any way that she would have supplied you with such things, ipso facto... let us go." A sweet, if plain as a lemon tart, smile is spread across her face, and like a lemon tart, she's almost appealing.

The thing about Ryn, at least this particular Lady Ryn, is that she can sleep anywhere, so she's happily snoozing away tied up in her chair until she's so rudely awoken. "Nooooooooooooooo..." Maireni whines, not blaming anyone because it could be either of her terrible brothers that are responsible. Apparently this isn't the first time she's been roused in such an unpleasant fashion, but then her brain -- such as it is -- starts chugging along a little more, and she realizes something is wrong. Something is off. Wasn't she doing something before? Bleary amber eyes blink open and she looks up at the LAW. "I DIDN'T DO IT, YOU GOT NOTHIN!" Panic, panic, she struggles against her restraints but she's not with it enough to do any proper escaping just yet. "Let me goooooo, I hate this."

"WILL EVERYONE SHUT THE KRIFF UP!" The high ranking man yells in exasperation. Irritated he says to Usha, "Where the hell did you find these people? Are they yours?"

Still waking up, the Zeltron says rather apologetically. "They were the only ones who replied. I was really hoping a few of the Gamorrean guards would come along but ..." There are no words. So she just gives a big ole shrug. "Look. Just give me a name of the person you dealt with. I will take care of them and make sure a fresh shipment gets to you, directly from my manufacturer."

Jack in the glass box does another body slam against the glass, baring his teeth and hissing at Fennix as if he were the tastiest treat in all the land. "That's not enough Usha. We have 10 more guys just like him and they only gave us one pair of these." The man holds up two syringes - one green, one blue. "This is highly unprofessional. You're real lucky the news bought our cover up about that dancer or else we'd all be kriffed. No, we need more of the antidote. And we need it ASAP. I don't expect you to understand how dire the situation is so I took some liberties."

A snap of his fingers and a few CorSec posers step forward to place a metal collar around everyone's necks, except for Maireni. The man places a hand on the young Ryn girl's shoulder. "You. You look like you have a good head on your shoulders. I can trust you with a most important task, right?"

"Aaaah!" Yoska gets clapped into a metal collar, but... does anyone here believe it's his first time in a predicament like this? It's probably not, though the circumstances may have been different, and he just sort of slumps where he is restrained. "How's it you got fake drugs but genuine antidote? Like... ai yah, how did you even manage that?" he quizzes the captor holding the syringes, sounding genuinely curious. "Anyway, I don't get what's the problem. You bought from not-Usha, you got crap, which is a you problem."

Someone is asking if Maireni can be trusted with the most important task, and her little brother notes lackadaisically, "Yah, I wouldn't."

On his side, bound to his chair, Fennix can only look on as Jack in the glass box slams at the glass and bares his teeth, hissing at him. His feet kick wildly from where he lays, tail waving wildly as he yells out, "Someone sit me up! He keeps eyeing my sexy body! I'm in a compromised position!" He struggles, chair squeaking against the floor. Squeak... squeak... squeak.... "Yoska! Maireni! Help me!" he whines, eyes wide as he looks around to find the syringes, "Maybe it's bad moonshine!" Then come the collars and he struggles all the more. Squeak, squeak, squeak.

"Oh, lovely, I usually opt for the dainty side when it comes to torqs and chokers but this is really quite fetching," Myra gushes at her captor as the metal collar is clamped around her neck. "Perhaps we will have to give you a call for the next high fashion slave auction so that you can come and do this again, I would very much like to see our relationship with each other continue to blossom, really I would, I find that the longer you know a person, the more you grow to trust them, or at least I've always found that to be the case, haven't you?" Blinking rapidly, she takes a deep breath, before launching into it agin, trying to talk over Fennix. "They're always this way, but don't let it get to you, you mustn't give them that satisfaction, it's a dreadful mistake, really it is, and if you'd like, I've shot at least one of them on multiple occasions, truly I have, and it's an activity I would be just terribly delighted to repeat," she promises raptly, her smile growing into a wide, toothy beam.

Maireni makes a little whimpery sound as the man in charge gets all loud, demanding that they be quiet. She's not quiet, but her whimpering is quieter, so it's an improvement. When she's addressed directly, those amber eyes go wide, and innocent to anyone who might not know her well enough, or know what Ryn are usually like. "Yeah, yeah you can trust me. I'll do whatever you need done real good, sir." SIR. She said Sir. Yoska and Fennix will know to be suspicious, and they'd be right to be, because she's straight up considering bailing on these people, and also wondering if she can find Usha and Myra's addresses to loot their stuff too. That's a lot of stuff, probably. "Yeah, I will be real smart. Real able to be trusted."

"Very soon, your overly chatty friends will look like my friend here," the man begins to say to Maireni, before walking up to Myra and flicking the crook of her arm right where a needle has recently been. The others will soon take notice that the flesh on the crooks of their arm are also tender as well. "So it'll be your job to make sure your Hutt Lords get this message."

The CorSec fakers finish up their collar work as the man makes his demands. "A - We want a new shipment of stims, no additional charges. B - We want a fix for whatever kriffed up batch that we got. C - You need to end whatever knock off shit is being pedaled out there." The blue and green syringes are slipped into Maireni's pocket along with some kind of remote control device. He pats her on the head like a good puppy and says, "Take those. You might need it. Good luck, NOW GET THEM THE HELL OUT OF HERE."

Following orders, the goons roughly lead the group out of the room, down a few halls, until they reach an inconspicuous doorway. Their handcuffs are removed and they are unceremoniously shoved out of the exit in to the street and the door slamming shut behind them. Despite the white light of the room, it's night time in Coronet City. A few blocks away, the festive sounds of a street fair fill the air.

Usha, tired and still a little confused, stands in the middle of the street and pauses to yell, "FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK" before pausing to take a snort of whatever spice she had left on her person. And then looking around to the group she says, "So uh ...we need to get back to the ship quick. Yeah? What'd that guy give you Maireni?"

"Wh-- what?!" Yoska protests as they get led away, and unceremoniously dumped back out onto the streets. He tugs at the collar and whistles a sad noise, a sad Ryn sad whistle, like if someone hurt the feelings of a plastic recorder. There's no getting that collar off, of course, and eventually he gives up, slowly absorbing the knowledge that he's drugged, again, with that thing that made him try to kill his sister (sorta valid) and Quentin Haslett (definitely valid). Yoyo seems totally lost, like he doesn't know what to do, and eventually he just reaches out in a quick, bracelet-jangling motion to grab Fennix's tail. Then he just holds on to it, like a little kid waiting to see where they're going to go, not wanting to get lost in a crowd, like 14 years and a lot of drugs never happened.

"Hey! Hands off the goods!" Fennix grumps as he is hoisted from his chair and marched out to be thrown into the street with the rest of the trash. "Hey!" he yells again, before he pops upright and grabs the shoulder steps of his overalls to tug them into place indignantly, flashing those nearby a considerable amount of side moob. That sad whistle from Yoska starts what appears to be a slow build of rage inside of the eldest Ryn, who perhaps suffers from PTSD brought on by similar situations he has been into with Yoska where that whistle has been heard... and his tail has been held just like that before... "YOU LITTLE SON OF A-" Fennix finally roars, turning on Yoska and throwing a haymaker that goes wildly, pitifully wide, before he starts to chase after Yoska, trying to whip his tail around the younger brother's neck.

"Well then, it seems this is how we go out, darling," Myra laments to Usha, her only equal in this bunch of buffoons, pulling at the collar on her neck experimentally. "The only person in the galaxy who could save us is a tailed girl who thinks dayglo is haute couture," the little woman titters dramatically, tucking her platinum-blonde tresses behind her ears where they'll remain for a few whole seconds before slipping free again. "It's been wonderful knowing you, really it has, I wish we could have had a few more adventures before things took a turn for the worst, but they always do, don't they? You know, my mother always said that this life would be the death of me, isn't that a frightful thing to tell a girl? I certainly think so. Anyway, she was right, but that hardly seems relevant, does it?" Blinking, she finally turns to Maireni. "Whatever did he give you and wouldn't it be just delightful if you'd give it over, miss Lash?" A tiny hand pops out towards the Ryn girl.

Maireni looks over at the crazy, drugged guy in the next room, the example of what her 'friends' will soon be like, and her response is, "Hotter?" GRIN. You might've made a mistake here, FauxSec, but it's too late. IT'S TOO LATE. Maireni is the button pusher, Maireni is the decider. Maireni is supposed to be listening, but pride and ego are filling her ears and making it hard to pay attention. "Right. I got it. I got us all covered. You can trust me." No you can't. They're led out and as soon as Mai's hands are freed, they're in her pockets checking to see what all they gave her. Colorful syringes. Remote. Ah, but here's the important stuff, she pulls out a piece of candy, brushes off some lint, and pops it into her mouth. "I dunno, some stuff, hey we gotta go though yah? Cuz I think you're all about to go crazy and I will leave you for dead." They're free, she has candy, and now she takes a moment to eye the remote, the button. Then she eyes her brothers. Then she eyes the button again. "Hands to yourself, hot stuff," she informs Myra as that had is held out to her, big grin holding as much menace as this idiot can muster while also grinning. SHE BITES. "Let's go!" She starts to walk, then stops. "Hey, where are we going? I don't know where we are."

"Does it not count as haute couture," Usha frowns in worry because she didn't get the memo. But she does reign it in to say, "Okay well, you're right Maireni. We're kinda pressed for time here and we gotta get back since I think I might have more of that antidote on the ship." Massaging the knot between her brows, Usha takes a moment to calm down while she figures out where to lead Satan's triplets and quite possibly one of the most tedious women in the galaxy. "Arite arite, everyone calm down. We're gunna be FINE," she sighs and looks about their surroundings. "I'm not gunna lie ... I don't know how to get back to the port where we parked the ship so ... let's just head /that/ way. And I figure we could probably ask for directions." She points a magenta finger in the direction of the street festival and automatically heads that way.

Diadem Square on this beautiful night is packed with people and sounds and smells. Tents are popped up everywhere emitting beautiful scents of delicious fried foods. Young children play various carnival games for cheapo prizes that won't last a week. Crowds and crowds people are scattered about heading in all and every direction. "Okay just...find someone and ask them how we get to the nearest Starport, and we'll go from there."

"SON OF A WUT. SON OF A WHAT, FIXY, I'M THE SON OF THE SAME THINGS AS YOU, YAH STUPID HAIRBALL," Yoska yells at his brother, hanging on to the tail and trying to punch the older, shorter Lash. He misses just as badly as Fennix missed him, and it's almost like this is a dance they've done for a long, long, long time. Eventually he lets go the tail and sniffles, wiping his sleeve along his face while glaring, stumbling back and then eventually, with some difficulty, turning his attention to the tents and foods and games.

Carnivals are pretty normal places to find Ryn, really; there's chaos and scams and bright lights and sugar and litter and spare change to be made with fortune telling or entertainment. He's doing none of those normal Ryn things now, however, instead, he's just pulling at the collar fruitlessly and yelling at random passers by, "Which way's the starport? Hello? HELLO? Where the ships at?!"

"YOU AIN'T COME FROM THE SAME MOMMY AS ME, YOSKY!" Fennix roars back at Yoska as he is mostly spun around in a circle by the grip that Yoska has on his tail, the younger Ryn likely helping the older, chubbier Ryn in his dodging. When he is let go, Fennix places a hand on his butt and rubs where his tail connects, a sour look on his face as Yoska runs off to try and make himself useful to the survival of the group. Seizing the moment of distraction, Fennix runs forward to grab the sides of Yoska's pants as he's shouting for attention, trying to pants him.... but those pants are just too damn TIGHT! He tugs... and tugs... before he growls, "You're stupid," in Yoska's ear.

"Oh pish tosh, my dear, don't fret over it," Myra coos comfortingly to Usha at her apparent fashion faux pas, moving to skim over the slight with customary denial and sweet simpering. "Now then, we have larger fish to fry, if you know what I mean, and I suspect that you do, you're ever so sharp, really you are," piling on the sweet talk, while Yoska and Fennix are doing their normal thing. "I do believe we ought to be getting back to the ships post-haste, so if you could kindly take us back there, I would be wondrously grateful, I shan't ever cease to sing your praises, and all of you as well," she promises quickly to the Lashes with a wide sweep of her delicate hand, really meaning it in this moment of hysteria. "And for the record this is the last time I allow myself to be persuaded to leave my guns behind on the ship, local laws and customs inspections notwithstanding, I mean, honestly! As if the situation we're in now is any better!"

Her brothers are badly fighting, but this is totally normal so Maireni doesn't seem at all worried that it's the stims impacting them yet. She'd be more worried if they weren't fighting, this all feels very normal to her. "He does too have the same mom," she argues back with Fennix. "I know cuz she was real disappointed in us all." Aw, Mai's tail droops some, tail-bracelets rattling with the motion. "Hey, yeah." She's distracted by pointing at some random with the remote that she's still got in her hand. "Hey, YOU! You tell us where the startport is! If you don't then imma have to curse you!" She doesn't know how to do that, but some people are real freaked out by curses so it might help. Everyone in this group is super doomed.

Whatever the man saw in Maireni, he was right about because she it seems like she's the only one who get an answer out of someone. The Rando is a very weak and sallow looking father of two, who's pathetic Buscemi eyes tear up at the idea of him and his family being cursed. "Uhhhh....uhhh the nearest one? If you go two blocks that way, you'll hit a C-line maglev subway. Hop on that one, take it about five stops and get out. From there it'll be about three or four blocks East. You can't miss it, it's the one with all the ships, PLEASE SPARE MY CHILDREN."

Grateful for the instructions, Usha gives the man a peck on the cheek and says, "Much obliged darling." Almost immediately she heads in the direction that the Rando indicated, looking over her should to make sure the rest will follow. "Thank you dear, those are very sweet words indeed. I'm quite sorry we made you leave your weapons. Really I hadn't expected that we would have needed them, but I'm allowed to be wrong I suppose," she says to Myra.

"At least I'm not ugly," Yoska informs Fennix with a sniff as he twists himself free, too-tight pants still in place on his narrow hips. For the record, he does not actually dispute that he's stupid. It is known. He's sweating, and sweaty Ryn definitely have a distinct odor about them... which other species probably find very unpleasant... but so far he's keeping his wits about him. Cause he's used to rollin', and this boy has survived to adulthood in spite of and because of all the drugs in his system at any given time. "I kinda wish you still had your guns too, yah," he chatters at Myra, "I don't actually know how to interact with you when you're not shooting, it's kind of awkward, ya feel me? But this brings back old times! Like the last time I was on stims, and... you shot me." He eyes her a little more warily.

Then they're talking to a Rando, and Yoyo stands looking dizzily at the lights while Maireni gets the fear of curses going. He's fishing around in his tight pants pockets and then his sleeves until he eventually produces a sabacc card. This he throws at the Rando and children while hissing, "BEWARE THE TEN OF SABERS, THIS FORETELLS YOUR DOOM," and then he scampers off toward the maglev subway. The card he threw at them isn't even the ten of sabers.

Fennix is calming down, having insulted Yoska with a few sick burns and gotten the anger monkey off of his back. He is just calming down and reaching up a hand to pull at his collar, beady eyes gazing around in an effort to attempt at being helpful, when the drugs begin to get to him. His world shifts inside that big brain of his, and his pupils dilate.

"Oi!" he yells out with all of the gusto of one pissed off soccer fan at a suddenly terrified looking human girl that goes walking by holding the hand of her father. The child looks like she is no more than seven years old, enjoying a delicious looking helping of bright pink cotton candy, but she has done something to PISS FENNIX OFF! "Why don't you come back and say that to my face, you... kriffing- WHAT!? WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" he screams in a sudden rage, spit flying from his mouth, at the girl who has still said nothing and begun to cry.

"NO," Myra shrieks abruptly when the man begs that his children be spared from a terrible curse. The little woman's dainty hands lash out to grab at the nearest street fair stall vendor's wares, pulling down a pair of cheap betaplast toy lightsabers and preparing to unleash hell on the man and his two kids, the 'harmless' playthings looking surprisingly menacing in the small lady's white-knuckled fingers. "You heard him, you worthless ingrate, BEWARE the sabers," PSSSHTTT, hummm, the toys spark into life and she thrusts her pale, plain face into his pale, plain face, eye to weepy eye, except he's a lot taller than she is so really she's just fuming up at him. "You had best vamoose lickity-split before I lay the ten of sabers into your bony, useless posterior, so help me I will! And your sniveling BRATS, too!" she cries shrilly.

Maireni is prepared to be all magnanimous, even if she doesn't know what the word means, she was still going to be it. She smiles what she's sure is a gracious smile, and was all set to tell the guy that his family was safe. Then her lunatic compatriots go OFF the rails, and she just starts laughing. "He's not gonna stop runnin' until he hits water," she toots her amusement through her nose holes, then settles back to watch the raging people. One ring laden finger hovers over the button of the remote that is cradled in her other hand, considering it, /considering/ it. Tempting, but they're only yelling, and maybe foaming at the mouth some, so she doesn't press the button yet. "Let's go dummies, we gotta get to the ship before you turned into lump-humping rage monsters and I gotta fry you like that... that bread over there. Hey anyone got money? Cuz that smells real good."

The group of Cartel cronies is practically its own attraction within this festival. The look of horror on Buscemi Rando's face is unmatched when Yoska Lash tells him his fate. And he emits a shrill and unmanly screech when Myra gets up in his grill. "No please don't! Not all ten at least! PLEASE!" Following the lady's instructions, he picks up a child under each arm and runs off before any further harm can befall them.

What is better than more children crying though, for the girl who Fennix frightened is practically shrieking. "Daddy his mustache is SO UGLY." Frowning, the father quickly makes like the Rando and tugs his daughter away out of fear. Her single green balloon trails behind her sadly.

"HAY. LET'S GO," Usha says, standing atop a bench to gather the crew. And off to the subway she does.

No one could possibly doubt the grandeur of Coronet City's maglev train system. As the group descends into the station, express trains rush through the station at lightning speeds meanwhile various people stand on the platform waiting for the C-train to arrive. Eventually the group hits the fancy glass turnstiles that prevent them from entering. And Usha checks her surroundings to ask, "Does anyone know how to use the vending machines for an entrance token? Or ..." She lowers her voice as if sharing a secret, naughty idea. "...Maybe we should just jump the turnstile?"

"Ohhh no, nonono, your mustache is PERFECT, shh don't listen to her yah, it's perfect, it's MAJESTIC," Yoska assures his older brother, attempting to grip Fennix's shoulders and steeeeeer him away from the insulting children before he attacks someone. He lets go once they're en route to the maglev station, and by the time they arrive, Yoyo is sweatier, with a more tenuous grasp on his mental state. But holding it together! Usha suggests using a vending machine and he immediately ignores that idea in favor of, "We jump it!"

This is followed by pathetic scrabbling and clambering that gets him nowhere at the glass, and his range of motion may in fact be hindered by his impractical fashion choices. "Noooo go, save yourselves, I'm making a distraaaaaction!" Sad whistle.

Fennix is seething, making aggressive crotch chops at the father that tugs his daughter along behind him. Perhaps Yoska's soothing words of assurance regarding the perfection that is his mustache calms him, as he does turn and allow the younger Ryn to steer him along. He does not Follow Yoska in his charge to leap the turnstile into the promised land, but rather watches as someone who has a ticket makes for the door. He times it carefully, tail swishing to key up his action soon to spring. And then he is off, scampering for the door as the person puts their token in. "Out of the way, loser!" Fennix toots toots at him as he dives low, hitting his stomach and sliding head first between their legs and through the turnstile.

"Right, yes, jump it, of course, no other option here," Myra giggles nervously, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of a hand, a wave of sobriety causing her to discard the toy weapons in the nearest trash disposal so that no one gets any crazy ideas about TERRORISTS IN A SUBWAY, especially with all the news reports on Corellian terror lately. "Erm, do we not receive some sort of stipend for things like this? It seems terribly inconvenient that they'd send us here without even a way to secure transport, really, I am getting FED UP with this sort of nonsense! I'm too old to have my chain yanked about like this! It's unseemly!" she festers, hands worrying together as she approaches one of the turnstiles, the glass device much more intimidating than the rickety metal versions she's used to, and she just sort of stands there, shortly, pushing down on the top as if eventually this will cause her body to levitate. She glances over at Yoska. "Do quiet down, Mr. Lash, a distraction is... is the last thing we want right now. What we really want is, heavens, some of that bread back there, or a pass token, or to peel the skin from that man's fingers one at a time while his children are forced to watch," and her eyes blink rapidly, pupils dilated.

She finally gives a little hop to coincide with her hand-boosting, and that does exactly nothing to get her over. "I'll be fine, darling," she calls to Usha, mustering up her trademark toothy smile, but the wide, drugged eyes make it seem more hollow and disturbing than usual, like a Jack-o-Lantern. Myra steps back, then, looks at the turnstile more carefully, sticks a heeled shoe into the area where a token might be inserted, latches onto the side-pylon, and heaves herself upward. This has the unfortunate effect of getting her airborne without getting her over, and when the shoe slips she smacks her face into the pylon, hard, hands coming up to hold her mouth. "...ow."

Maireni practically wail-toots with fits of laughter when one of the kids mocks Nix's mustache, various bits of metal clinking together from the fit of giggles that has overtaken her. "She. HAHAHA. She-- your mustache." This is such a great day, she's in the /best/ mood, she was give authority, she wasn't drugged, everyone is wearing a collar but her. Best. Day. Ever. She is bopping right along to a song only she can hear when they reach the entrance to the trains, head bobbing excitedly at Yoska's suggestion. "We jump!" She takes a few quick strides, plants one hand on a flat surface, and vaults her narrow butt riiiiight on over. Wheeeeee. Once landed she turns to look back at Yoska, his sad state making her eyes roll. "Get uuuupppp Yoyo. Get up. Come on, we have to gooooo." She eyes Nix and Myra, as they're the two who seem more wound up right now, but nothing to inspire button pushing yet. It's going to happen eventually, regardless of how controlled they are, her own willpower will only stretch for so long before she pushes the button just to see what happens.

The thing about having a galaxy renowned subway system is that they're quite adamant that you PAY in order to help with the upkeep of it. Only seconds after a few of them manage to skip the turnstile a sharp, authoritative whistle sounds followed by a transit security guard running in their direction and yelling, "HEY! HEY STOP THAT RIGHT NOW! GET BACK HERE!"

While waiting to make sure the others have crossed over, Usha's heart begins to pump faster and her eyes slowly begin to be enveloped by black. Her hands shake and soon her whole body is shivering as rage courses through her body. Lights from the incoming C-train start emerging from the dark tunnels with a loud HONK. Anger takes over, and Usha yells to the others, "Get on that train! GET. ON. THAT. TRAIN." Then turning around, she runs full force at the security man, holding her magenta arm out before she flat out clothes lines him.

Yoska Lash is dripping, and smells like someone who eats garbage and rugs, which is exactly what he is. After a few moments of inarticulate Ryn wailing, he does manage to get over the turnstile, if less elegantly than his nimble siblings, and he run run runs for the train.... screeching to a halt as he sees Usha slowly lose her mind. "Usha, NO!" he calls after her, and takes a step that direction to stop her, save her, take on personal risks to counter those she's brought upon... herself.... yeah no. "Okay it was nice knowing you! Bye Usha!" he yells, waves, and then follows her directions. Get on the train!

"It's the fuzz!" Fennix yells wildly to his comrades as he pops up, chubby belly pushing at his overalls as he lifts a hand to brush off only the 'Dennis' name tag. He is already scampering toward the train in full sprint, occasionally using his hands when his less than athletic frame stumbles, to keep himself moving forward. He doesn't even slow as Usha turns to run for the security guard, shouting over his shoulder, "We'll tell your story!" And then louder, "EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" and scampers onto the train.

Myra isn't sweaty anywhere but her face; she buys expensive antiperspirant and it smells like exotic Chandrillan wildflowers. Thus, she smells strongly of flowers just now, and when she looks up and moves her hands away from her mouth, the effusive smile she gives the terminal is more of a bloody grin, the stims in her system blunting the pain and finally granting her the strength to tug her body roughly over the turnstile, a process that will no doubt leave her bony frame bruised up on the morrow. Panting on the other side, she limps through the crowd to the train, blood drooling down her lips and around her starkly white teeth in a sort of festive contrast between red and white. "Wonderful," she keeps muttering to herself, little giggles slipping out. "Just wonderful. Wonderful." Most folks give the small, manic woman a wide berth before she finally steps aboard. "Just wonderful."

Oooooh shizzzzz, things are popping off here. Maireni's eyes go wide with delight and fear as the world starts to burn. It's scary, but exhilarating, too. Yoska manages to get over the turnstiles or whatever is in the way, sad puddling his way to the train or whatever he does. She glances back to make sure he's there, she knows Nix is there, probably beating up a seat or something for mocking him. She doesn't bother to check what Myra is doing before she SMASHES that button. Yesssss, FRRYYYYY HAHAHAHA. She doesn't wait to see whether or not it works before she hurries over and grabs Usha by the arm, or the hair, or whatever, and starts trying to drag her pink ass to the train before the doors can close. PULL PULL, yank, giggle. "WHY ARE YOU SO HEAVY, UUUUUGH." She's having a serious debate about some pocket frisking action followed by dumping of the zeltron, but maybe putting her in power has done something more than give her a power trip. Maybe she feels... it's strange. Is it responsibility? Or maybe it's just gas. Whatever.

The poor subway security guard gets it right in the neck and falls sprawled on the floor trying to get some air in his lungs. Sweaty and heaving in an animalistic fashion, Usha stands over her prey, ready to go at him a second time and almost completely forgetting about the train until - "AAGGGHHHHH." God. It's so brief and yet so painful. The Zeltron yelps at the shock and is pulled by her hair onto the train. Still infused with rage, she tries to claw at Maireni, fighting her the whole way until the doors slide closed behind the pair.

Even if your trains levitate, turns out five stops is still a bit of a wait. Admittedly its one of the calmer parts of their evening. Passengers quietly read or listen to music. A kind voice announces things over the train speakers. Pleasant sounds beep when doors open and close. Having calmed down a bit, Usha sweats and clears her throat. "Okay almost there. When we reach our stop we run to the Starport. Got it?"

She opens her mouth to talk more, however at the next stop a group of three buskers step onto the train. They carry portable amps with them so that the sound of their instruments overshadow every other noise. The tune they play is a most catchy but extremely aggravating rendition of a folk song from a far away planet. One friend goes around with an overturned hat soliciting any spare credits from riders.

"AAAHHHH!" Yoska yelps when the shock hits. "MARI! Why?! I didn't even DO ANYTHING," he wails protest at this injustice, pawing helplessly at the collar that just does not come off. "You witless knob pixie! It's not FAIR!" They make it onto the train, and there he slumps in a seat. He sits on the train, and sweats, and watches the world spin. Keep it together. Keep it together, keep it... keep... it.... it's not fair... keep it together, keep... it's not... fair... BUSKERS. BUSKERS?!

Awwwww naw. Busking is Ryn stuff, and these people? Not Ryn. This invasion of territory is one insult too far, and Yoska starts growling, an alien, unhappy, feral sound. They don't heed it, and they get closer, hat out, and there is suddenly a flashy, trashy, Yoska-shaped blur launching into motion, tackling the busker collecting money and starting to unceremoniously punch him in the face. The victim does not have Fennix's years of dodging Yoska to draw on. "You take everything from us? You think you can take our spot? Our space? NO! THIS IS OURS! THIS IS MINE! YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MUSIC YOU CAN'T DO IT IN MY TRAIN CAR MINE AAAAAAHHH!"

Fennix is already on the train. He is perched atop one of the seats, crouched down with his arms around his knees and is thus a helpless victim when Maireni presses the button that sends that electric shock through his body to send him jolting and shaking to the floor with a hard thump, butt stuck up in the air. He grunts in a disoriented kind of pain as he tries to get his feet under him and falls down once again, his head smacking on one of the plastic seats. Then the buskers come, and Yoska flies into a rage and flies past him. It's almost like magic how Yoska and Fennix fight all of the time with each other, but then when Yoska flies off the handle at the busker, Fennix is right there with him. "YEAH!" he parrots after Yoska, running in after the younger Ryn and jumping up onto one of the plastic chairs to leap high and superman punch the busker! And miss, likely landing on top of Yoska.

"Ouch! Maireni! Give me that remote!" Myra is overwhelmed by today. This is not her realm of expertise. "This is why you never sample your own product," she whispers quietly to herself, lapsing into silence, the space muzak having calmed her down slightly. Then the buskers board, and Yoska takes absolute leave of his senses. She watches in a sort of abject horror, but something about it is also darkly amusing and the bloody smile reemerges as she looks on. She dares not sing along to anything, given Yoska's violent reaction, but she does head-bob along happily.

That sunshine that Maireni was walking on has dimmed somewhat as she wrestles Usha over to the train, trying not to get decked along the way. She manages it somehow, and drops onto the seat panting for breath. She's still in charge, this is still good. It's still good. "We just gotta get to the ship, yah? That's it. We just gotta get there and then we're good, and we can get food, cuz I'm real hungry but also I don't have any money on account of I think those guys took it all from me, so if anyone could spot me some creds that would be sweet." She didn't have any money before, it's just a good excuse that no one can really refute for sure. Then there are buskers. Oh no, not-Ryn-buskers. Even Maireni is a little unhappy to see them, which means she shoots a real worried look over at her brothers. Uuuuuhhhh ooooohhhhh. Yoska turns into a blur of fur and fury, losing his mind on the poor hat wielding dude, with Nixy riiiight behind. She lets it go on for maybe a little longer than she should have -- stupid non-Ryn buskers -- and then jams on that button again. BZZZT. "COOL YOUR SNOOTS YOU TOOLS!" she demands, waving one hand to try and keep the other buskers back while attempting to pull her siblings back with one hand. That remote remains firmly in the other in case she needs to hit the button again. "I wouldn't give you a cold, so stop askin!" she tries to bark at Myra, but really she just sounds a little frazzled and whiny, the latter generally being her default setting. "We're ok, it's fine, no one call nobody, it's just the passion about the song is all!" It's a real bad attempt to calm the public while trying to maintain control and failing.

"I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said 'Yoda' Y-O-D-A Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo YodAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

The poor dears really dont have years of Ryn on Ryn violence under their belt. Thus when Yoska and Fennix unleash themselves on the musicians, chaos immediately ensues. Punch after feral punch eventually draws blood from the busker the younger Lash attacks. Suddenly passengers are screaming and the inside of train C turns into one giant mosh pit gone wrong.

Feeding off the Lash rage, even Usha can't help but join in on the terror, throwing missed punches left and right because who cares as long as you throwing them. "AUUGHHHHH" A second shock is delivered, and the Zeltron comes back to her senses but the scene around her still continues to be completely out of control.

And then, a pleasant PING sounds. The doors slide open once more and the group reaches their intended stop. Above the sounds of terrified shrieks and screams, she yells over to her group, "We're here. Meet me at the ship so I can give you your antidote!" Turning, she fully sprints away ahead of the group. Its clear that after the train ride from hell, there's no time to waste, and whatever mess they left behind well ...they'll just have to deal with the consequences another day.

Yoska Lashes his tail! It's puffed up like a pissed off cat, and his brother is there supporting him in the wars, as it should be, when his brother is not the target of the war. This is how they do. Also this is why people don't like Ryn, but anyway. He doesn't stop beating up the buskers until the next shock comes, which is greeted with a shriek and clutching the collar long enough for the buskers to escape. Ding!

The doors are open. Please stand clear. "Oh. Oh, the exit," Yoyo announces dazedly, then picks himself up, dusts himself off, and hops out after Usha, jogging after her towards the vessel. Leaving the mess behind. Consequences? You don't have to deal with those /ever/ if you keep moving!