Private A Dead Ship?

[Dolor Cordis]

Walker

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Dolor's face remained unchanged as Vash agreed to her reduced request of people to give her, and extended time. Carne did look on, knowing what was going to happen. However, it was at least a comfort knowing that he would only feel a slight level of discomfort where the mark would reside. "Very well. Carne, give him is blade and blaster. We have no need for them," Dolor ordered whist grabbing Vash's offered hand. The magick that was building with her focus on preparing the 'marking' expelled, travelling along her arm's internal veins and connecting with Vash's own hand.

A small feeling of something on the back of his hand would be all he would notice, especially since this was meant to only mark the person. And since it was a rather peaceful deal in the end, Dolor allowed the pain it would have given him pass into her, as she felt her arm muscles tense. She released his hand, stepping back and watching Carne retrieve his flaming blade and blaster from a hidden compartment near the consoles. The First Mate turned and walk to Vash, the back of her right hand slightly showing through the half torn gloves. A mark of a fully defined horned skull with its chains moving downwards into her sleeve presented itself whilst she held out Vash's weapons. "Keep to the deal. For ye sake and any around ya," Carne whispered, less of a threat, more of a mild warning. She wasn't the first, First Mate Dolor had on this ship. The last became a traitor. He'd betrayed Dolor to a group of Pirates wanting some kind of grand fortune. But both the attacking ship, and his skeleton soon found themselves on Dathomir through a less than peaceful method.

Dolor motioned to Brant, who stood ready at the door to lead the two do their ship. Brant was the less violent one of him and his sibling, so he was a more fitting choice. "Eldon will have 15 bodies for you waiting at your ship, Vash," Dolor said, giving them a slightly formal smile, rather than her half demented on from earlier, "And the resources shall be placed into a spare crate for your ship. The data will follow soon after." Zetta was already gathering some files they had on the planet, some small pieces containing rarer information, but a fair amount were small observations. She made sure to avoid sending across one about, it.

 

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Vash nodded and took the hand as she agreed to return his weapons. His head tilted as he felt it. It wasn't just the feeling of course, it was that he saw the marking appear. His face remained curious, though he noticed Kot saw it and felt him ready again to grab his own blaster. Vash held up his free hand, "No." He said simply. Kot returned to a neutral stance.

He looked it over as Carne came over, and gave him a warning. He chuckled and responded simply, "Oh I will. Would be a waste of resources to go to war unnecessarily. Course, at the same time, if there is sabotage from this end. Even my own death wouldn't be the end of the beings I'd send to meet you." it was almost pleasing, the thought of creating what the Voran might need. They were capable, but they could have trouble when left alone due to how much they stood out. He wandered how well they would do if he gave them each a ship, a crew, and a target.

The deal today was not an ideal, but it was a deal nevertheless. He didn't even care about the second part of it. He valued Kot...as an asset. As he valued functionally anything, if he died the loss of anything else was inconsequential to him. Arrogance and selfishness. Though, he did somewhat recognize the condition this suggested most of her crew were in. That was a risky choice, but it seemed to work quite well for her.

Already though he was considering a way to remove the mark. He never attempted removing the force itself but disguise might work. Or perhaps he would simply remove his arm and have it replaced. Maybe finally attempt a full transplant of his mind. No, that was too risky. It would have to stay for now.

He gave a nod and a casual smile, sheathing his sword and blaster as she explained what had been put aboard his ship. "Twenty willing people. Twelve days."

Find more, perhaps thirty would do it. Torture a few of them to death in front of the rest. Permanently disfigure or dismember a few others perhaps. And warn them to accept service from who they'd be given to or suffer a longer fate with him. That should provide them sufficient reason he believed. He'd have to get on deals with some of his sources rather quickly and gather them all to bring them, pile them all into a slave ship for use. Just ensure they were alive and not incapable. Of course, he'd begin other precautions as well. Should things not go as planned.

 

[Dolor Cordis]

Walker

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With the Parley having gone well, Dolor simply waved her hand to Brant, who upon opening the door signaled Vash and Kot to follow. She said nothing as Carne returned to her side. Carne's face was straight, yet the fear was still evident in her stance. As Dolor watched the two leave, she turned to Carne. "Stay here," her voice was stern as she turned and followed Vash and Kot out. Brant had his orders to just escort them off his captain's ship. It was both for their sake, as well as the Crews. If the crew attacked now, Dolor would most likely have them all tortured and killed slowly for breaking her deal. It wasn't always that Dolor got a deal like this, and she was hardly going to pass it up. A large crate, housing many minerals, samples and


After a while, she and the others reached their docked ship. Eldon was waiting, ten bodies, all dead beside the docking point. Each body had a large collar of metal around its neck. Without a word, Dolor walked to every body, and removed each collar, handing them to Brant and Eldon as she went. Once it was all done, Dolor just left the three to their own time, walking down the large hallway they just passed through. Turning slightly around, Dolor reminded them, "12 Days. No more than that," before heading down the dark passage. Her red glow from the black armor being all that was visible of her after a moment. Soon after, she was gone.

Her helmet was placed again on her head, the red glow casting faint lights on the metal walls and piping as she arrived at the room that housed her final resort. The very heart of the ships defensive and functions. Her deadliest weapon. Placing her hand on the door panel, it opened to show her the giant room. At first glance, it could be taken to be the reactor room. IT was hardly that, yet even more important. Walking in, the door closed and all way silent in the halls of the Bound Reaper.

Brant waited for the two to board their ship with their cargo, before activating the release on the panel beside the docking doors. The doors closed and decoupled the ship from Vash's. The two were disconnected, allowing the two 'guests' to start on their end of the deal.

 

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Vash set the time exactly as they left the ship, he gave a simple wave as she left and the bodies rose off the ground to move into the ship. He tossed them to the side upon entrance and then left with the doors shutting behind him. The ship automatically started up as he began to set the coordinates on the way to the cockpit, as he gave orders to Kot "Freeze the bodies. We'll use them later. Start making calls, we'll supplement anything we get in time with some fresh ones from Raydonia or Toprawa since those are so close, shouldn't be too hard to capture a good amount there. We'll need extras of course, some to make an example and some just in case some are still stupid enough not to accept whatever she wants. We'll need at least one slave ship, and just in case, start calling in some mercs we've worked with before for when we meet this woman again. We'll get them credits afterwards, whether we end up in a fight or not. Just want them on call. Might bring us some personal energy shields too, they used a lot of energy and stun weapons. Not gonna let them get as far with that next time if they decide to backstab on me."

He had no interest in failing on his end. Besides, even if he did believe that he could take her down. The cost of doing so would be absurd. She was after-all using a dreadnought. And however poorly it looked, and how problematic he was, he wasn't going to take it or her lightly. Twelve days would have to be sufficient, twenty sentients was likely manageable in that time.

The process was begun.

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