Log:The Shadowport: The Hapan-ing: Take a Deep Breath
OOC Date: December 10, 2020
Location: Jynell Estate - Hapes
Participants: The Shadowport, Eriu Jynx, Zhu Yan, Rale, Sajin, Netep Muri, B'haav Adasta, Kaavenn
Its been a few days since the air car chase and the subsequent quick passing of the two teams in mid air rather unexpectedly. Muri managed to touch them down without incident after some harrowing vines got in her view and since then the group has been preparing the grounds, awaiting the arrival of team Skunkworks. Sentries man the walls and there are attempts to hide the treater fortifications around the estate itself. Khalim, King, and Sajin have been long at work while B'haav, Eriu and Muri have been preparing the staff and gathering the information together that has been gathered on their end.
House Terell, now known as the nemesis of House Jynell has been quiet and there has been not direct retaliation that anyone knows of. The Estate has been quiet save for those proven loyal to Jynell and things are quickly underway as the rooms are decorated and cleaned for the arrival of the Queen Mother in a few days. That is when the full extent of information will be offered but for now, they can only wait and get their arguments compiled to lay at the ultimate power on Hapes.
Eriu has opened the study up and as the rest of the hive of servants and guards buzzes around here and there, the study is a quiet conclave for those meeting inside. Its definitely a change for the Skunwork's team. Drinks in gorgeous prim flutes bubble as if they were judging everyone in the room.
"Welcome," Eriu continues to greet those that show up. "Have something to drink..and eat." Against one of the walls is a small buffet of various finger foods to sate what she guesses is an underfed skunkworks.
Rale
Rale, very much a tiny bat-man of paranoia and action, has chosen to sneak in through the vents. Perhaps it's the fact they've repeatedly bombed a woman who literally knows Rale's ship and where it flies. Or perhaps it's just his nature. Either way, he elected to sneak in through the vents, seated on an overstuffed chair that nearly makes him disappear as he swirls a tumbler of whiskey and munches on a plate of finger foods. An entire plate. Which he just took. He looks...Tired, glassy eyes rimmed in red, but his smile broad and full of gusto even as he chows down. "I would say finally glad to be someplace safe and warm, but..." He gestures to the estate around them.
Busy. That's one word to describe what Sajin had been doing because if anyone spoke to him he really didn't say much. Zipped up in his armor, he gave brooding Jedi a run for their money with how much he was stoicly glaring about behind his Formfitter helmet.
Arriving in the study offered a stare toward Eriu, still dressed in his battledress, cape, sword, E-11, and jetpack with the OMFG rocket on the back still very much a thing with the Hapan.
He unclasps his helmet and takes it off, placing it down on the terminal that Ilaina and him usually met around. Pretty hazel eyes glared about before plush lips gnarled. Boots clanked as his feet took him towards a window to continue his silent brooding.
Khalim happens to be standing near Rale, a small plate of finger foods - no actual fingers present - in his own pear-hued hand. "Warm, yes," the Mirialan grins. "Safe?" A low chuckle. "Safer? Safer. Yeah, safer." He's full of humor for some reason, of a brand that seems to have leeched into him from the scuffs and occasional grease marks marring the more workman-like attire he currently wears. He'd spent the past three days, pretty much continously, establishing portable strongpoints and crew served weapon emplacements around the grounds, turning House Jynell into something more akin to Fortress Jynell.
Those flutes are totally judgy. Judgier than the 'Healer' Judge that Muri liberated from the Terell estate and set free amid the tossings of her luggage. It's only temporary, dear Healer. You'll have a more dignified pedestle soon. Anyway, because those flutes are so judgy, Netep's taken the liberty of helping herself to a tumbler and has filled that tumbler with a lil something special from said luggage.
Don't look at it, Eriussa.
Sipping this liquor of the heavens and hells, Muri returns to the study from her wanderings upstairs. She makes a pass of the snack buffet, selects a tiny sandwich for nibbling, and then circles around Rale for a visual inspection of that plate. "Welcome home, my well-connected friend."
B'haav Adasta comes in a minute or so later, having just finished another planning session with Madam Jyri as they continue to make preparations and put finishing touches on everything for the imminent arrival of the Queen Mother. He is wearing his more typical Nar Shaddaa garb, with a light green porkpie hat matching his green silk suit. The only variance from what everyone is used to is the silver cane he carries in his left hand, though his steps may suggest that he no longer actually requires it. Grey eyes sweep over the room and he offers a quiet bow or dip of the head to each Shadowportian he spots before he makes his way quietly to a chaise lounge near one of the fireplaces and takes up a seat with a view out the window.
Zhu Yan... oh god where to begin.
The man hadn't been seen in public (ish) unless it was time for a job. Aside from that, he'd been holed up in the cheapest of all the most beautiful hotel rooms on this beautiful godforsaken planet which he was rapidly coming to loathe. With a set of headphones affixed around his ears and all sorts of notes being taken, he'd been mainlining intel on the triple-threat that was Iliana (Ilaina, Yan), Terell, and Vas for nearly two weeks. His ears would have been bright red from the ache, if they were visible under his now stupidly-long hair. He looked like someone had ordered a thrash metal frontman from Wish.
Multiple attacks and explosions that had ripped across the beautiful city of Ta'a Chume'Dan, lowering property values and throwing the tourism economy into chaos, had been his doing. All of it with the singleminded goal of the pressure off Jynell and on to the Villains Three. And succeed he had. The agent of chaos had lived up to his self-granted namesake. Forget the fact that the Duchess was back. All three of them were at each other's throats.
That, and two nights ago after fleeing the seen of an unfortunate triple car-crash (which he had to double-back to in order to retrieve an unconscious Ryo Odessa he'd accidentally left in the trunk), Yan had left a parting assassin with a threat so huge it stood as the perfect bait.
In the past two days Yan had moved his base of operations here into a spare, cleaned out room. This included reams of listening equipment and a big board with papers, scribbles, and strings all attached to it that planned out just how deep the conspiracy went. He'd also brought equipment, gear he'd smuggled into Hapes in the week leading up in case of any problems. It was a bag of this equipment that he brought into the room now. "Okay. I scored a deal on some DH-17s and a single Firelance rifle some time back. I don't see us getting into any shootouts," he explained, straight to business and ignoring the fact that this was a /social gathering/ as he dumped the bag of guns on a table, "but we can stash 'em around in case one breaks out. Which if we've done our jobs right, and we /have/, it shouldn't."
The Wolf of Chume'Dan does not arrive late, he arrives precicely when the drugs lighten up enough that he remembers. Kaavenn has enough of a narcotics cocktail in him to kill 4 average sentients. He is also hobbling along in the process. No armor, no sniper rifle in his hands. Just his suit, immaculate, and the shape suggesting he's got his pistol in his pants. He's not going for food just yet. His caffiene stream is too thinned out by blood.
Eriu watches each as the port members are completely their own unique characters as she sits in the plush chair next to the console. A bemused look as her finger taps her chin up until the point she notices the stare from Sajin. A brow perks and she stares right back at him.
Her attention shifts back to Yan as soon as he walks in and just scatters guns across one of the larger central tables. She leans her head into her hand and winces a little. "Scuffing it," she warns and then sighs. No point. He likely doesn't hear her.
"So now that we are all here together, I think we have all found out similar information but we are going to need to make sure that it is compiled the way it needs to be to present to the Queen Mother upon her arrival. We will need Ilaina to remain unknowing as she is the mole di
Rale offers the plate to Muri and to Khalim, happy to share other people's bounty as he chitters in his little, amusing way. "It feels good to sit, my left heart is still a bit off-kilter after that chase. Looking good, all of you, eh? Liked the hanging-out-the-car stuff, very cool." He washes down his food as he seems to drink in the good company for a few heartbeats before glancing to the guns with a bit of a gleam back in his tired eyes. "I'll give others first dibs, but I must admit, I like..."
"Okay, so we all heard about the secret Terell listening post under that communications station, right? Probably a thing Queenie would love to hear about." Another sip of whiskey. "Not to mention Vas and her...well, everything. Other than that, I've mostly been in a vent, behind a wheel, or stealing things." And from his pocket, he pulls...
A fork. Solid gold, and so very nice. Proceeds to pick at his needle-teeth for a moment with it.
"What jobs *have* you been up to, Zhu Yan?" B'haav Adasta is particular with that name, still saying it just as it had first been told to him months ago in the back of a ship bound for Zeltros many months before. The question hangs in the air for a moment, perhaps, before the grey-eyed Balosar continues. "I'm afraid there've been too many hours fortifying and preparing for the imminent arrival of the Queen Mother for me to get fully up to speed on the goings-on of the covert crew." Well, that and the window of time where he quickly snuck out of the Jynell estate and returned perhaps an hour later, but who's keeping track? It's basically been non-stop work, and it's actually good that this Balosar never really sleeps. One tanned Balosar hand rubs slightly at the not-recently-shaved scruff on his jaw.
The psychologist turns his head when Kaavenn comes in and he rises from the lounge to cross to the Shistavanen. "Kaavenn, what happened to you? You need to sit." Unless the Balosar is brushed off, he'll be attempting to escort the Wolf of Chume'Dan to the closest place where he can sit with some back support. All the while, he listens to the rest of the talk in the room.
Muri leans a hand on the back of Rale's chair, striking a classy pose there and sipping her namana...as classy as one can be in pajamas. It's the robe that dresses it up, yes. There's still foam mushed between her toes - did she just paint her nails up there? Maybe. It's the only explanation for radioactive RED that glows up at the world from those tootsies. The swelling in her ankles is disappeared, her tongue is back to normal size, and her black eye is easily hidden by makeup. She is ready to take on their next and hopefully final challenge.
"I am in agreement with EJ that circumstantial 'evidence' is not going to be enough to sway the Queen Mother to pass favorable judgement on Jynell's behalf." A pause to eyeball that THUNK of arsenal bag. "So summary of what we've got against Terell, in /documented/ form - " she draws a deep breath, er, no, just opening wide to shove that entire tiny sandwich in there for a hasty chew and swallow. While she's chewing, she fingerguns at what Rale says. " - A datapad taken from the club, Rale's friend, detailed cargo pickups and transfers from warehouse to House Terell and from a location NEAR this estate to the warehouse," she ticks off the incriminating items one by one on her fingers while still keeping clutch on that glass. "Which, by itself, isn't much to sniff at BUT Another datapad, taken from a member of house Terell the night of the assassination attempt, which yielded a list of meeting dates and payments to some offworlder. Aaaand there's a very comprehensive log of communications, swiped from Terell's security hub, between Terell and Jynell estates, which came to a suspiciously screeching halt when we got here."
- Sip* "What else?"
Sajin glances over his shoulder towards Yan, then eventually EJ as she speaks. Then looking back out the window, "So far she doesn't know we know... so... Madam Vas hired the man I killed and beheaded. On behalf of Terell. She does their dirty work. SHe didn't hire the sniper who attempted to shoot you, nor the man that King killed. That's about as far as I got without killing people because they annoyed me or wouldn't give me a direct answer." A glance to Kaavenn a moment yet the Hapan seems more interested in what's outside than the information being shared. "Ilaina is to be married to a Terell. Communications between them isn't suspicious, the fact that it stopped is." There is definitely an edge to his tone.
Rale pipes in with "I definitely managed to get a good look at that secret Terell monitoring station, and so did my suit systems, pretty sure I could bring them up and show if need be. Plenty of evidence of that if it'd be helpfuly."
Rale pauses for a moment, then makes an aside to Muri, "Love the toes, by the way. Should have you do my claws, when this is over."
Khalim nods at Eriu's very correct observation that all of our collected information needs to be categorized and organized. "At the ball," the Mirialan starts, "I danced with a lady of House Camden who shared that Ilaina had completely sidelined Camden and Valris in favor of Terell. She seemed pretty displeased, and wary of the Terell house members that were present." He grunts, and follows with a grating, "We all know why, at this point." An impish little smile follows, though, as he adds, "She was cute, if not a little too... stately." A glance is sent EJ's way, "That's my contribution, as far as intel. Aside from that we've got the retainers' quarters, makeshift as they are, secure. The estate grounds are now essentially fortified, with anti-personnel and anti-vehicle redoubts distributed where it seems mostly likely they'd be of use."
Yan, for once not suffering from pwotagonist syndwome, had opted to grab a glass of something bubbly and alcoholic (he'd sipped it, made a disgusted face, and then sipped it again) and some of the bigger pieces of food. Stealing sandwiches from the larder because you didn't want to be discovered was not a way to live. He let everyone else have their discussions as he just hoovered all the food he'd purloined, chasing it with beverages that weren't designed to be used as chasers. He certainly didn't look like he was listening. In fact, he looked odd, with that long hair and the total lack of a jacket.
Funny, no one had seen the Jacket since before they left.
"Chlohshe," Yan said with his mouth full, then he paused, held up a finger, and swallowed. Then followed a little bit of the bubbly. The diminutive smuggler pulled a hair tie out of a breast-pocket of his button-up shirt, moving aside suspenders to reach it. He used it to tie his hair back in a loose knot, showing that his ears were red from wearing a headset for way too long. "What else we got?"
"You bet," Muri winks at Rale.
Khalim notes Yan's lack of a jacket. A bomber jacket. It's not there. He notices. Definitely. It's noticed, like, a lot.
All hail the mighty god that is Caf. Kaavenn is making his into a light and sweet mess. His recent experiences on the planet are starting to take a toll between the physical and the stressful mental. Mostly, he's feeling the aftermath of the vehicle chase the other night. He waits on the food part. For now. Adding caffine directly to an empty stomach and narcotics blasted bloodstream. He's got nothing to add at this point, just here to observe. Then a lightbulb clearly goes off in his head. "Aw Kriff. I forgot something..." Kaavennaavenn starts to hobble back out, his attention towards B'haav. "Got turned into a bouncing ball within the confines of a sunroof. Lots of bruised organs and bones. I hurt" He gestures first above his stomach. "Not so much here." Next he gestures at his upper thighs. "Or here..." He runs his hand back and forth across his waist. "But here..." Not to mention he's been directly involved in more collateral damage this past week than he has his entire career combined. He tries not to think about it. "Oh and I was shot. I will... be right back." Kaavenn hobbles out, and is gone a while. Long enough some folks would be more concerned than others. But he took his coffee with him and left nothing behind...
Or did he?
No ticking, no booms, just eventually a hobbling Shistavanen with a long case in his hand. It's one of his MANY rifle cases, in fact. He's stride-hobbling towards EJ with a purpose.
Drawing in a very deep breath. "I need to let you all know something. House Valris the March is made up of the remnant of House Varis, a Duchy once who was our competitor and nemesis. The previous Duchess sought our downfall and was..thought to be killed for her efforts. The remnants of House Varis became the March House Valris. They are extremely loyal and were part of the downfall of the house in the first place. I believe King met Marchioness Helene already. Sadly you could not finish your dance for reasons." She glances aroudn the room before she gets to her feet.
"IT seems the intent of the late House Varis is carrying on."
She listens to the others and ndos, her gaze narrowing some as she mmms. "We also have one of the mercenraries hired still in custody. King and I brought him in..no her in. Devra Sin. She has agreed to speak to the Queen Mother to verify House Terell."
Kaavenn's hobbling return catches her attention and her brows raise slowly upwards.
Rale winces as he murmurs under his breath "I do feel bad about all the turbulence. Those pursuit cars were rather more persistent than I thought they'd be." Never mind that he doesn't seem to feel bad for ALL of the people they undoubtedly killed in the process, or the insane amounts of damage they did to the surrounding city. "Feels a bit churlish to admit only a secondary heart murmur as my only injury so far."
But then he pauses, as he notes Kaavenn approaching, falling silent as he downs the last of his whiskey, nudging Khalim (since he's the only one in range) and gesturing for him to do the same.
The Mirialan remains standing back, in the company of Rale and Muri, little tray of finger foods still in hand. As the others share their bits and pieces of collected insights and intel, the Mirialan's dark brown eyes shift from speaker to speaker. Little of any of this had any direct impact on Khalim personally, of course. He was not Hapan, nor a member of House Jynell beyond the special status of his newly established association with Eriu Jynx... and rest of this crew. He had, however, come to care about the outcome of this expedition. A mission. A purpose. They had galvanized something in the man. But even more than that, the people, and in particular /person/ he'd left behind for two weeks deserved the absence to have been meaningful. And so he pays attention.
He does turn to Rale for a moment though and grins. "That was a pretty nice mum van, Rale. Impressive choice."
"There is also Madam Jyri, who has been here through it all." The Balosar turns back, bewildered by his exchange with Kaavenn as he returns to the lounge, cane in hand. "While I believe we likely should not, at present, name the full extent of her knowledge, it would be safe to say that she has been a witness to this entire chain of events from the beginning. We are keeping her and her secrets closely and highly guarded, and her testimony will carry much weight before the Queen Mother." B'haav may have continued talking as he always does, but for the return of Kaavenn, which results in silent and watchful grey eyes following his every movement.
What in the frack was Yan doing?
He'd scored some sort of flatbread from somewhere and was compiling a huge meat-based wrap from all the finger food. It wasn't even 1AM! "On our end, House Bren fell for the raid, looked like Vas was overreaching. We scored a few things when we hit her warehouse," Retainment Demesne, Yan, get it right! "which we managed to get out before the block went up. And..."
He took a HUGE bite out of his finger-food kebab, chewed, made an "mmrf" sound as he tried to talk, chewed more, swallowed, let the awkward silence hang in the air for a bit, and then finished with, "we still have all the taps in place on the comm switches. Plus, we can still level the building if need be," oh yeah, right Yan and crew wired the whole thing to blow, AGAIN, "but I don't think we'll need to. They didn't even think to check to see if their comms were compromised."
Sajin remained by the window, looking back at the others now and again. He didn't have anything to add to the conversation though he does watch Kaavenn with slight curiosity when he comes back in.
Being shot was an understatement. Kaavenn's lung had been absolutely buggered the night of the heist and carchase. Thank the galaxy for Bacta. Lots and lots of Bacta, and drugs. And alcohol. And drugs. He tries to ignore everyone the best he can as he hobbles towards EJ. When he closes the distance. He whips that guncase around with a sudden jerking motion to spin it about in his hands. No warning. It's intentional.
Kaavenn is ready to wallop anyone that makes assumptions and or grabby hands. He'd spun the case so it can open towards EJ, so she can see the contents. He does spare a glance specifically for Yan. But the man's got a kebab.
Kaavenn's stomach growls loudly.
Shaking it off, he actually finally starts opening the case. "The last time you and I were together on Hapes so long ago... I admit I left a situation less desireable for you. I richer... and you. Well. I am not apologizing for what happened that night. I never will, Duchess Jynell. I was obeying your mothers orders, and she was the one paying me after all." It's not HIS fault her Mother had her own daughter shot! The case if fully opened at last for EJ to see the contents, and take what is rightfully hers.
Just to be clear. What is hers to take is the Jyn'til Sword, not Kaavenn's life!!
Eriu glances from one to the other but her eyes are quick to return to Kaavenn for what he has interests her. A gun. Certainly it must be for she is sitting up an dpaying attention. An expectant look is given before she rises upwards to her feet and gives him a skeptical look. "Of course you would never apologize, you are a professional." Slightly bemused, the rueful smirk dies fast when the container is opened.
She goes still.
There is a sort of reverence and time spent staring at the item within before she bends down and grasps it. As she stands, the rapier in her hand is most definitely of Hapan make. Slender, regal with the Jynell moon on its hilt. "So then. I am surprised you did not take it for yourself. It seems we have found one piece of the missing puzzle." Now with it in hand she looks to Yan eating the way he does and makes a face. "Now its just about using every bit of information we have. King of Drik, I will need you to make my cousin feel like all is well. You will need to make sure you escort her to the gathering and keep her there. Do not let her walk away when we start revealing everything. She may want to." She glances to B'haav. "I need you to with Jyri and you as well." This she gives to Kaavenn. "Protect her. There is good reason."
Khalim gets a nod. "You will be standing with King by Marchioness Helene, ensuring her long lost niece does not make a move with her hired goons." The others are looked at. "You will be stationed throughout, watching, looking for anyone that might have the intention of turning our presentation against us."
Rale nods slowly, reclaiming his seat after giving Kaavenn his plate of food and refilling his whiskey. "I'll be in the vents, armored and on overwatch for the crowd. I'll hardly be one to fit into a Hapan dress crowd, you know?" Plus, with his height, he needs to be somewhere elevated to keep track of anyone with his good aim. "Kaavenn on the roof with a long gun?" Glances to Yan for confirmation.
As Kaavenn speaks, hazel eyes side glance towards him. A brow raises before a shake of the head. "Of course... it's Hapes..." The King of Drik says with a deep and tired sigh.
When Ej address him, he turns to face her, that tired look on his usually pretty face making him look far older than his middle age. After her instructions are given, the other Hapan moves back towards the terminal where his helmet is. He picks it up, looking inside it a moment. A glance to Kaavenn then on to B'haav. Another sigh heft before he puts the helmet back on and starts towards the exit. Boots clanking against the floor sound, fading as he disappears into the estate and away from the group.
B'haav knows little of weapons, but he can tell fine craftsmanship when he sees it glinting in the firelight. All the markings signify it as a weapon of House Jynell, and EJ's reverent appreciation of it confirms such a theory. When she assigns him to stay with Jyri, B'haav nods without argument or uttering a word. He'll have to limber up, in case there are more bolts that need blocking, of course. His job is to help right the wrongs perpetrated on House Jynell, and getting Jyri to speak before the Queen Mother is the best contribution he could possibly make.
He will have to speak with Kaavenn before then. To ensure that all avenues are properly planned for, of course.
Marchionesse Helene. Khalim nods at EJ's assignment. It seemed highly likely there /would/ be at least some attempt at disruption. The stakes were simply too high for any noble house, of any world, to lay down at this point or oncoming annihilation. "Between King and I, she's covered." Khalim was a surprisingly effective shooter, for a flyboy, but King was something a bit beyond him, and the dual coverage was in fact more like triple coverage between the two of them.
"Nice sword," Muri clicks her teeth and flashes a wink. She's been thoughtfully quiet, listening and trying to ignore the behemoth in the room - YAN'S HAIR. "I will float about as ever I do, listenin' and watchin'. Anyone in particular you'd like me to hang especially near?"
What Yan was doing what not eating. People had seen eating. What he was doing to that kebab-like contraption was pure chaos. He needed to be under constant supervision.
In between mouthfuls, he had a bit more input. "Kaavenn's going wherever EJ puts him, the teams are pretty much hers now," he answered Rale. CHOMP. DEVOUR. WOODCHIPPER NOISES. "Same as you." OM NOM NOM.
"Vas is gonna be a different story," Yan added. "We've got Terell and Iliana," oh my god, "well in hand but there may be nothing we can do about her. Still, two out of three is better than none."
Motion and food detected! But Kaavenn intentionally stares at Rale like he is food instead of the food offering. He holds the stare for a second, and then winks. "Yes. This offer pleases me." His attention turns back towards EJ as she acknowledges his lack of apology. Hapan Politics! Kaavenn winces when she mentions keeping it. He speaks with an assassin's professional bearing and assessment. "It is a good blade, well balanced, not too sharp, not too dull. Light, dances easily... and yes worth a lot of credits in the right collectors hands. I will not deny a discussion to that effect occured." At least Kaavenn doesn't name accomplices... though he does repeatedly side eye towards Yan for implication reasons.
EJ's instructions cause a wince. "I'm an Ass... er." Damn it narcotics not now! "Obviously, but I am a Sniper-Scout, not a babysitter. Will I be up close, or overwatch?" Depending on ones certain point of view, Kaavenn does amazing or horrifying things with elevation and a sniper rifle. He glances and then nods sharply once towards Sajin, and again once more for B'haav. "Rale has a point." Kaavenn mentions the Mobile Hors d'oeuvre. "Give me overwatch, I'm much more effective at range than up close and personal. That is not to say I have never Exumed someone." He glances back over his shoulder towards the chomping Yan... his own appetite can wait for now. With the sword in EJ's hands, he sets aside the case after locking it and steps to the side muttering about needing spiked caff.
Rale grins at the wink from Kaavenn and cannot help a chitter at his misspeaking as he maintains his seat. "Hey, I'll go wherever, just pointing out that pure logistics means I'm less useful if there's bystanders blocking my view." The tiny smuggler seems relatively relaxed, all things considered, even if he keeps glancing at the door and windows. Old habits and all.
The blade slowly lowers after giving another look and considers the brief concerns of others. A slow not and she gives Kaavenn a long look. "Over watch will be difficult unless we mean to shoot through glass and break the rest of the windows. You won't have much distance and very little cover but I will see what I can work out."
She nods to the rest. "Those of you not given someone to guard or watch over are circulating, making sure that we don't have any other unknown variable's in the crowd. Consider yourself House Jynell Guards."
The sword is going to need a proper belt to attach it to. SHe is grinning a little however, just a sliver of her teeth showing. Pleeeeeased. "Netep, you could escort whoever the lady was that you were with the other night." She had noticed.
"I do wanna say one thing," Yan interjected, having finished his burrito from hell. It was the most sustaining meal he'd had in two weeks. You cannot survive on haute cuisine! You just COULDN'T!
"Every single one of you here has done a terrific job. Neither myself nor EJ could have gotten this far without your help." Was this praise? Coming from the smuggler? He returned to the center of the room where everyone had gathered, loosening the tie from his hair as he went. SPLAY went the horrible mane. "Because of what we've achieved, three very capable bad guys have turned on each other and are ripping themselves apart. Now's not the time to rest. In three days we have the ball, and that's when we put the nails in their coffins. So." He clapped his greasy hands together, yick. "Prepare. We've got home field advantage so know it, and use it. And get something decent to eat. Frack, the meals on this planet are godawful. I'm off to get started." If there was one virtue Yan had, it was his work ethic. "Call me if you need me."
