Log:Regulations

Regulations

OOC Date: May 6, 2018
Location: Atzerri Wilderness
Participants: Tarion Tavers, Mujiji, Usha

Thanks to the Parallax, the colony world of Atzerri is just a hop skip and a jump away. And in reasonable time, the crew pulls in to Talos spaceport at the edge of the planet's one large city. Like all cities, it's lights twinkle seductively to anyone with credits in their pockets. But this hub of free trade tends to do it better than most. Unfortunately, that luxurious place is NOT where they will be going today.

Usha stands in the hangar after just disembarking the ship and points in the direction away from the city, where the wilderness seems endless and some mountains sit on the horizon. The swampy ecosystem of the planet also make the air thick with humidity. "There. That's where we're going. But we'll need to take some speeders over." She's wearing her adventure jumpsuit, which she's belted to create a fashionable silhouette out of the garment (because belting is how you make anything cute!)

This is clearly known to Tarion, because he's wearing a ton of belts today. He's got the usual one around his waist, and then a second one around his shoulder, bandolier style, and then a third smaller belt around one thigh. On the bandolier, he's strapped not ammo but his green purse, its gold chains hanging freely, and there's two extra bonus vertical belts for his JETPACK, because he's decided to bring that along too. "We'll take the X-34," the bounty hunter decides with a nod as he surveys the wilderness in the distance. "I don't trust any of you ninconpops to drive my speeders and I'm not sure if I can strap Moojinjo down securely," he reasons, hopping over the low door into the driver's seat and powering the landspeeder up with a crank and a huuuuum of repulsorlift. "Get in!"

Speeder travel is probably easier said than done. "I don't know if I'll fit in Tavers' backpack." The tiniest of the group grumbles, adjusting the blaster holstered at her waist. "Let me rephrase that: I don't think I want to know what it's like in there." Mujiji, cute enough with or without the belt (though saying so is not wise), hops free of the entry ramp and lands on all fours. Those big, grey eyes size up Usha before rolling longingly toward the city lights - and then back to the wilderness their intrepid leader has pointed out. But, thankfully, she is distracted by Jetpack McGee and his willingness to drive. "Nick an artery, Tavers." She grumbles, strapping herself into a passenger spot.

"Oh darling, no no," Usha tuts and wags her finger at Mujiji. "Big girls need the big seat, because they're carrying the big prize." She points to a cloth bag which she's been carrying like a backpack, and is the very package they need to deliver. Despite its average size, it contents make it quite heavy and she's been VERY careful not to shake it around since something might happen if she does. "Why don't you sit on my lap? Otherwise you'll have to squeeze in the middle." Usha's making very big demands of a small bunny that can very easily murder her.

"Don't talk down to the furball," Tarion snips at Usha as he flips a few switches and gets things ready to go, prepping the speeder to taxi down the ramp and the ramp to close behind them. The bounty hunter's rifle is jammed in the legspace next to his chair, the jetpack shoved on the small ledge behind the seat. Once everyone is in the speeder and right before they're situated properly, he'll gun it down the ramp into the hangar, roaring out towards the edge of town. "So what's in the bag?" Yelled, because this thing is loud, yo.

Mujiji stares at Usha, her chest rising and falling to the beat of the war drums. A flicker of black flashes through her fur, one paw still poised to buckle herself in and then... Staring. DEATHDESTRUCTIONMURDERHERRIPTEARKILL - "if you play with my ears, I will eviscerate you." Zeltrons, man. Between Usha's diplomacy and Tarion's shockingly good-natured warning to her, Moo, now clamping her paws over her ears against the roar of the speeder, reluctantly obliges. "Is it valuable?" She adds to the shouting, snugglin' in.

Usha gives a most dimply smile as she's accommodated and hops into the passenger seat and secures the bag somewhere on the floor between her legs. "Tavers, I talk to everyone like this." If only she were lying. "But fine, fine. Let's not get so grouchy this early on. We just got here." She pats her lap to let Mujiji sit upon it. And when they are both strapped in properly, Usha slides on her sunglasses so that she can look cool as they speed off.

"Tarion, you know what's in the bag," the Zeltron says dryly to their driver, and mouths the word BOOM with an explosion gesture in with her hands. For Mujiji, she unzip the top of the back to reveal that it's full of gravel. It's literally just a bag of rocks. "When we sell it, it will be. There's a sort of hidden, illegal mining village just a bit outside the city. These little explosives are useful for when they need to dig a little deeper. Tavers here can tell you how they work." Usha herself swivels about to peep at their surroundings as they begin to be surrounded by flora and fauna. "I was told by my connection we need to follow some X markings carved into trees and rocks and the general landscape until...."

"Listen lady, I'm not cleaning you out of the seats if you piss that little shit off," Tarion comments seriously, deftly maneuvering the speeder around a corner and hitting the throttle to send them zooming out of the outskirts of town and into the badlands. "They work by... I don't know," the bounty hunter explains astutely to Mujiji, not really making any mental link between Usha's bag of rocks and the explosion in the Hutt district the other day. "But she's gonna pay us big money for delivering them, so, I mean, does it matter? Big money, mysterious cargo, it's all good, I'm just... Wait." The speeder doesn't slow whatsoever as a thought crosses his mind, a suspicious glance turned towards the passenger seat, not watching the path ahead as they hurtle forward. "You didn't use your mind powers to make me think this was a good idea, did you?!"

"Tavers doesn't need to explain how bombs work." Mujiji grins, her tail bushing out a little, even squashed between her bum and Usha's thighs as it is. "I've planted a few too many to get tutoring." She's in an agreeable mood, much, much, much more so than usual... Zeltron mind trick? Possibly. "Illegal rock choppers, a path marked by X's..." She shrugs, trailing off. "Seems legit, oh! There's o- oh, no that's just a rock." And then she's straining forward against the straps to try and steal another peak at the explosives, because letting the deranged murder rabbit play with the bombs while speeding through the forest in a vehicle always ends well.

Usha frowns a bit and admits, "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure when we're supposed to stop. I was just told we would know when to give the signal..." Maybe she's starting to think this was not a good idea either. But she'll never say that out loud! "That's not how that works, I'm not a crinking Jedi," she rolls her eyes at Tarion. "It's fine. This is fine. We're all fine. I know you think I'm some brainless slag, but believe it or not I'm actually good at this stuff. And everything will be JUST FINE."

As they cruise deeper into the wilderness, the foliage thickens and below them the ground goes soft and gives way to more pools of murky mud and water. The Xs become more obscure but are still visible if they pace themselves.

"Well I don't know how your fearmones work, okay!" Tarion replies angrily, glancing back at the path ahead and pulling the yoke just in time to keep them from crashing into a tree. It's nice and swampy now, and the bounty hunter is merrily jetting along with the greatest of ease, not even watching for X's. That's what passengers are for, duh. "So where are we going again? I wasn't paying attention."

"I never said you were a brainless slag." Mujiji offers vaguely, cheerfully. "I said 'I sure hope she knows what she's doing, because it looks like that ass has seen more conflict than her blaster'. But I guess you can paraphrase." There is a tiny shrug of tiny shoulders as Tarion keeps them hurtling deeper into the wilderness - she wiggles closer to the door, as much as the restraints and her seat-warmer allow for, and lets herself enjoy a moment spent relaxed in the buffet of the wind, ears flapping back unceremoniously towards Usha's face. Hopefully she doesn't have allergies.

"Good milking grief Tavers, follow the X's!!! You've missed like 3 already. I should've driven," Usha grumbles. This is some subpar service she's paying for and it is not making her happy. But there's a odd shift in the trees that doesn't seem to be caused by the passing of their speeder. Usha mutters, "Wait a min-" Blaster shots appear before she can finish her sentence and they are very specifically aimed at the human and the Kushiban.

Tarion just shrugs, unconcerned by Usha's concerns. "I'll get you there, don't worry about it," rolling his eyes too, the bounty hunter swerves to follow the latest X when it's called out. A bolt of blaster fire goes by his head, and he laughs in response, leaning forward in the seat to turn and peer after it. "Did you guys see that? Someone thought they could hit us! That's pretty funny. You'd have to be a real loser to get hit in a speeder like this."

Moo is a real loser. "I would not have sat in Tavers' lap if you paid meYIII!" Her sentence dissolves into a pained, animalistic yelp and a spray of blood and fur as a blaster bolt grazes past her arm, leaving a painful wound in her bicep. "YIII!" There's a deep growl through gritted teeth as she clamps a paw over the wound. "Get boiled and /drive/! Who was that?" She's fumbling her blaster loose. "WHERE?!"

"WHY NO SHOOT?!" Tarion demands of the copilot, as his furball compatriot he hired for this job is abruptly shot. "YOU TELL THEM NO SHOOT!" the bounty hunter insists, tugging his rifle up from its spot down by his legs and laying it alongside the top of the door, ready to shoot back as soon as he can /see/ who's shooting at them. Once it's in place, something ahead distracts him, and with a swear of "Kriffing-", he puts the speeder into a drifting slide, accelerating hard out of the turn, slamming the throttle forward again. Pushing himself up out of the seat, he casts a hurried glance back over his shoulder, the finned turbines roaring. "Did you see that? They had a wire out to cut our heads off! Explain yourself, Oona!"

Her blaster is DRAWN and she is waving it around one-handed. One-pawed? "OH I'M NOT JUST GONNA SHOOT, I'M GONNA BURN TWIN HOLES THROUGH THEIR DAMN CORNEAS LESS THEY HAVE MORE'N TWO." Her arachnid assassin is about to be in a world of hurt - but she is shifted by forces outside of her control (I.E. the speeder's abrupt change in velocity) and isn't able to fire off her volley of shots. "Your heads maybe." She reminds them, but is already fumbling her buckle off, gritting er teeth as the action sends a lance of fresh pain up and down her arm. "Can we use the bombs yet?"

Usha clenches the bag between her calves to prevent the bag of boom boom rocks from detonating in the speeder. "No! No bombs! No shooting!" She inhales deeply preparing for any additional sudden movements the speeder may make. "Just...just roll with all of this. I feel like this is part of the plan."

"Well it's a shitty plan, OONA," Tarion shouts at the Zeltron woman who he's allowed to bring him here. "This is some kinda trap to kill me for not giving into your sexual advances, isn't it?" Again, the speeder abruptly shifts directions, the bounty hunter slamming the wheel all the way to the left and killing the throttle to drift around before slamming it forward again, high speed high risk maneuvers that are undoubtedly uncomfortable for his passengers. "Another trap! What the hell is this? Start talking or I'm going back to the ship after we push you out into the swamp."

"What /plan/?! The plan to murder us?!" Mujiji demands, but it all does feel... She isn't sure - she can't quite put her claw on it, but she's more worried about keeping her lunch down. "Blood in my whiskers, Tavers." She groans, the pain in her arm coupling with the vom trying to burst out of her now. Maybe she shouldn't have raided the bounty hunter's fridge mid-flight. "Explain 'plan' before I put some of those -" She waves at the bag. "-in your pockets." She hasn't yet, which is a good enough sign.

Usha flushes a rageful red when Tarion spits out Zeltron crap again and she yells to them both, "I don't know! I don't know okay! I wasn't told about this part! I was only told that I'd have to meetup with them at their village and we'd do the exchange there!" Mujiji's threats make her push the bag a little bit away from the bunny so that she wouldn't try and swipe them.

And it turns out Usha was right. Well, how about that! Tarion's last maneuver puts him one a path that eventually funnels him to the entrance of a cave. With no other way out, the speeder has no choice by to move down the narrow hallway of its entrance. It stars off dim, but as they travel further in, the lights get brighter. At the very end, the hallway opens up to a much larger cavern, where a crude stone docking station contains two other parked speeders. The wall behind the docking station has two large but simple cave drawings of cones etched into the rock. There's also a doorway from which a calm, but loud voice instructs, "Park the speeder and turn it off."

"I'd still like to know why we were shot at." Mujiji grumbles. "Why I was /shot/? I better get hazard pay for this. We're going in the cave, aren't we?" She doesn't holster her blaster, but brings it into both paws, held at the ready as they are commanded to park and power down. "Or what, you'll shoot us?" She barks back. She's a little bitter.

"Well how about that," Tarion mutters as he pulls reluctantly into the cave, but there doesn't seem to be much other choice here... "I'll shoot /you/," he fires back at Mujiji, refusing to ignore. He parks the speeder, turns it off, and then collects his gun, standing straight up on the seat with all his assorted belts and bag hanging off of him. "Greetings, miscreants! I have delivered the Zeltron woman Oona with her load of precious pebbles! And all that shit, you know, the uh... I don't even know what we're doing here. Oona, say something."

"Thank you," the calm voices says when Tarion complies. And from the shadow of the doorway, a very tall and very furry Gotal man steps out with two other gotals, a man and woman, fully armed and armored. He looks a bit older than his crew, based off his greying coat and his overall ethereal maturity. The twins cones on their heads match the cones upon the wall behind them.

"You are the traders from Nar Shaddaa, yes? I apologize for the commotion, we are very secretive about our presence and so we like to control who goes in and out of this place. I'm Keyan Kon, and this is Dash (the male) and Unid (the female)." Dash and Unid step forward for a pat down of the new arrivals. "We will have to search you briefly. You may keep your weapons of course, but electronic devices tend to be a nuisance for us. Our cones are sensitive to them you. So if you have any datapads or the like, we will need to shut them off." Please also put away your tray tables and put your seats in the upright position.

"Why don't you both just shut the kriff up, and let me do the talking. That's my job here yeah?" Usha says to her companions. And taking the bag with her, she disembarks the speeder with her hands up in peace. "Yes that is us," her glasses come off because its business time. "These are my associates, Tarion Tavers and....and..." God what was this thing's name? "Mumuji."

"Oh, what the krif, look at these guys," Tarion laughs with the Gotals emerge, thoroughly unimpressed as he hops down from his speeder. "You dummies realize that weapons are electronic, right? I mean, you get that, you have to understand that." Still, he's rummaging in his green purse like a kangaroo's pouch, pulling out his datapad and tossing it onto the seat of the speeder. "At least one of you has a normal name, Unid," a wink for the female Gotal cause hellllll yeah he'll go there. Haha no he won't, gross. Too weird. "Keyin Kong over here." He's just rambling to himself.

"Yeah, Mumuji." The Kushiban sighs, slowly - slowly - holstering her blaster and looking their Gotal companions up and down. "A bacta patch would be more appreciated than an apology, I'm not the forgiving type." How many credits would their secret location be worth? The thought is not fleeting. Her arms, stuck out for this patdown, though it isn't hard to see the signs of 'oh hell nah' stirring there. "Not even a drop of booze first, neither." She tisks, though there isn't much spewing forth by way of racist remarks... She's much more sensitive to the flight of the furries than Tarion. "All I have is the pistol."

"Of course, we will patch you right up once we get settled. And some refreshments of course. Again, we do apologize. This is all for the safety of our community." Although Keyon Kon has such a large presence, he seems like a very firm but gentle being, and his tone is a reasonable amount of welcoming. He doesn't even seem to be bothered by Tarion running his mouth. "Yes, we understand. But weapons are also a necessity. So we have them, but try to minimize the use of all other devices."

Unid is much less amused however and roughly knocks on Tarion's arm and simply shakes her head. "No. You must remove it or deactivate it. You can keep your weapons, but there are children here than this will disturb." And Mujiji is being a good little furry so all goes smoothly. Keep being good, cutie. <3

"Oh HELL no," Tarion immediately refutes, giving Unid a shove right back. "This is my arm, I just got it back, and you are not taking it from me over some hokey religious beliefs." What? "I don't care what you say or what Oona told you but the arm stays, tough. If your god strikes me dead, so be it." Both his arms cross stubbornly over his chest. "Let's get this farce over with."

Mujiji is, surprisingly, capable of professionalism. Aside from a muttered remark of: "I'd be more worried about weapons 'round the children." to Usha as Tarion is given the shake down, she is complacent enough. Some mild growling and tail flicking, but that's to be expected. "Unid, if he /or/ the arm gets out of /hand/, I'll remove it myself." She offers with a pleasant, toothy, crooked grin, and releases her grip on her injured arm to - only now - reach down and flick the safety back on on her pistol.

"Unid, it's fine. We'll try and keep their stay here brief," Keyon instructs his underling with reluctantly backs off. Usha smiles dimply at Mujiji before turning to Tarion and saying, "I like her."

The group is led through the doorway to find and underground community of Gotals chatting, bartering, playing and generally going about their day. Their cavernous village is a series of wide hallways with doors that lead too rooms or more hallways. Pretty much an alien ant farm (hah).

"You would never guess it from the marshes that surround this planet, but the mountains here actually contain a good many precious ores that are needed throughout the galaxy. We depend on that income to support this community, but there are certain regulations that prevent us from meeting the demands of the market," Keyon Kon explains and leads them into a meeting room that looks a bit more lavish than the stone hallways they just walked through. "What kind of regulations?" Usha asks. To which the large Gotal man sighs and simply replies, "Just ones that are based off of subjective conventions. Some refreshments are here. Mumuji, we will call someone to patch you up in a second. Usha, let's see what you've got for me."

"Kriffing government losers, always trying to stifle the free market," Tarion complains in commiseration, wandering along behind the group, too caught up in his hatred for regulations to pay attention to anything else. "It's robbery, plain and simple, to put regulations on what a man can do with his own property, I mean, how can you stand there and tell me I shouldn't mine my own mountain, or grow drugs in my own dirt, or beat my own slave?" the bounty hunter demands plaintively, spreading his hands wide. "This is basic ethics, people!"

Unable to remember any lessons from one of her old 'professions' and recite any facts on marshes and just why their ore deposits wouldn't exactly be surprising, the Kushiban nods along. "Yeah!" Mujiji nods along with Tarion, happy to be his hype man up until that last part. "I- woah, too far." A lip raise, just a little one, because they're so close to getting a payout and parting their sweet, sweet ways. She gazes around the little community, though not too closely, because why would she, trained assassin and mercenary, be on the lookout for anything useful or dangerous? Instead, she elbows at Tarion. "Hey, hey. The groove in that rock kinda looks like my -"

The door opens and a timid Gotal woman walks in. Despite her massive stature, her shy personality makes her hunch forward in a harmless way. Her two children accompany her and after nodding to Unid and Dash, she heads over to Mujiji with a med pac to begin healing her wound. "Hi uhm ... I'm Geda. I can take a look at your arm if...that's okay." Even though she kneels before the Kushiban, she's still taller than her. She holds a hand out to the bunny, and it is immediately obvious that the Gotal lady is missing a few fingers.

One of Geda's children is simply fascinated by Tarion's arm. It may look life like, but you sure as hell can bet that kid can sense it's a total fake. Wide-eyed, the boy walks up to the bounty hunter, points to the human's limb and them points to his own arm, which happens to also be missing. "Your arm makes my head hurt."

The other child playfully makes her way over to Usha and Keyon, who discuss things like the sourcing of the product and perhaps coming up with a more regular exchange arrangement. Maybe its her pheromones, but the baby Gotal can't help but hug Usha on the leg affectionately. In turn the Zeltron, gives her a dimply smile and a runs her finger through her fur before realizing that part of the little baby's face is scarred by burns leaving empty spots where fur should be.

"Well, I think your version is a bit more simplified, but yes. Regulation hurts us more than helps us. We are an ever expanding community and we cannot keep up with our growth if our income doesn't grow with up," Keyon adds to Tarion's point.

Tarion's predictable response to the Gotal kid's fascination is a dismissive "Yeah, I don't care, go away," waving the child away like it's a small animal. "Of course it's simplified, Keyin, this isn't a university, it's some cave filled with maimed pebble enthusiasts," the bounty hunter continues to rant, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. Where's that paycheck?

"Yeah, go for it." She seems to take pride in this Gotal woman's discomfort around her - she is the great and fearsome Mujiji! She SHOULD be intimidated! The children are offered nervous side-eye; grabby hands and long tails have led to some painful lessons (for children). She knows that there has to be something more nefarious sneaking around underneath all this, all this talk of 'regulation' hurting them, that kid with the effed up head - but the Kushiban is hard pressed to care. The Dug was always her conscience for these things, and Vak hasn't been around enough to nudge her in the right direction. "What kinda income you lookin' at?" She asks, instead

The cloth bag is exchanged for a container of credits, and with some clicks Usha counts up the money for the deal. Baby girl Gotal and her Phantom of the Opera face is ignored for now, because Auntie Usha is distracted. "How gorgeous," she inhales the beautiful smell of the money. "Keyon this was truly a pleasure. I am completely open to an ongoing relationship, but perhaps we can arrange a less violent welcome next time?"

Keyon Kon laughs warmly and nods, "Of course. I merely wanted to see how this first transaction would go, but we can arrange something. He turns to Mujiji however and doesn't name an exact figure but gives some sort of estimate like 'enough to feed X amount of Hutt forever'. The GM is really bad with monetary estimates. "But its important because it funds our quality of life and the structure you've walked and sat in today."

Kid Gotal, like all kids, are endlessly curious and really annoying. So he continues to pester Tarion. "How'd you lose yours? How'd you get that new one?"

Geda's finger-missing hand is trembling as she works on Mujiji. And she nervously glances about the room before doing what she does next. A small bag of credits is placed into the Kushiban's hand and Geda whispers to her patient, "Please. Please take them with you." Hot tears fall on Mujiji's fur.

"If you want, I'll show you how with the one you got left, and then you can see what it's like being full armless," Tarion responds casually, pulling the charging handle back on his rifle, the weapon giving off a dull whine as it prepares to fire. "Or you can go play over in the corner with some rocks, or... whatever you people do to amuse yourselves." He's the best ambassador.

"That's a pretty penny." Moo laughs, largely ignoring Geda - until there are credits in her hand. "Take - what?" She looks around wildly until her eyes settle on the kids, and her brow furrows, voice dropping to a hush. "I-woah, woah. I can't -" She isn't flipping out, hissing - nor is she pulling guns on the kids. Panic PANIC. "I can't. B-but..." Credits. "Not now, but I can come back?" She shoots a desperate, pleading look to Usha and Tarion. "Uh, quick, uh, business conference. Now." Pause. "Please."

Geda's big furry hand practically swallows Mujiji's small furry hand. And with the desperation of a mother trying to protect her children, she continues. "Please. Please! I beg you! Take them!" She's no longer being subtle here. "They will die here. They will just use them up until they die!" Grumbling, Unid roughly jerks Geda back and practically drags her toward the exit, "Shut the hell up."

This is all happening so very quickly, Usha barely knows what to do. With wide eyes she looks to both Tarion and Mujiji and back to the violent scene of the Gotal mother being dragged out. She clutches the container of credits close to her. "Uh uh uh, let's all just take a second here, there's no need to startle the children-" But before Usha can continue, Unid tries to take a swipe at the Zeltron, who barely dodges it.

The sound of Tarion's weapon springs Dash into action. And being the younger inexperienced guard, he prematurely takes a shot at the human before he can do anything with that gun.

Luckily, Tarion never leaves the house without armor on, a precaution he blames not on his own ridiculous behavior but the idiots who surround him. Clearly it isn't because he'd pull a gun on a kid as a joke or something. Anyway, he's hit, but it's not that big of a deal, is it? "Kriffing hell, you furry bastards," the bounty hunter curses, wincing and rubbing at the burn site, pulling his gun and taking a quick shot back at Dash. "Good thing I left my datapad in the speeder or I'd be sending some real angry holonet reviews about this cave!" BOOM, a shot to center mass hits the offending party.

"The fri-?!" Mujiji half rolls, half flails, and totally falls backwards to the ground in her haste to scurry back and away, her blaster flying from her holster as she does. The shot flies crazily in Keyan's general direction, and buries into the rock ceiling. "Get the kriff down, kid." She snaps at the burned one, scrambling to find cover. "SO IS THIS PART OF THE /PLAN/?!?"

A growl and Dash is hit but not out. He continues to advance on Tarion with his blaster although his injury severely affects his performance. He's practically shooting out of blind rage.

"NOPE NOT PART OF THE PLAN. RUN!" Usha always pulls her blaster out late, but after Unid's strike she draws out her weapon and misses a shot at the beefy Gotal guard. It only earns her a blast butt to the face, which manages to draw blood and disorient the Zeltron. She falls the to floor next to where Baby Girl Gotal ducked. Doesn't look like this is part of the plan, Muj.

Keyon Kon is no longer the warm, welcoming furry dad we wish we all had. He's calm, but pissed off and takes a shot point blank at Mujiji.

Tarion does not need more urging, he shoots at Dash AGAIN though, because that mofo shot him!!! Nobody should get away with that. The others are not his concern, though, and after taking another shot he rips off down the hallway, his purse jangling on his chest. "Oh, right," he mutters, reaching into the bag and pulling out a grenade at random, activating it and throwing it back over his shoulder as he runs away. He's helping!

Mujiji is small and she's bleeding - maybe that wouldn't have been a bad wound on a bigger sentient, but it took a sizeable chunk. "Hellsclaws in yer MOTHERS!" She screeches as Tarion leaves her to die. And throws a bomb back - thankfully she's well enough covered to avoid a fiery death, but the bolts crazily cranked out of her pistol aren't doing any good, and she sure as hell ain't running anywhere. "Help." She groans simply, eyesight dimming. Oh this is it, this is the big one.

Usha is hardly hanging on herself. But the credits! The credits!! She collects herself enough to grab the container of their payment. Baby girl Gotal is crying frantically next to her. And for a split second the Zeltron considers taking her hand and going. But she catches Mujiji hanging on by a thread. With her last shred of energy, she takes the credits, throws the Kushiban on her back and heads the fuck out of there.

Seconds later, the adhesive grenade goes off. Its foam spurts out through doorway, and the little girl's cry is silenced.