A Familiar Face, A New Name

[Vulpesen]

Slowly the ringing subsided, and Vulpesen started to lift up, his mind finally clearing a bit from the dizziness caused by the grenade. As he came to, he flicked an ear towards Ra as she asked how he was doing. "Had worse." As brent approached and extended his hand as an olive branch, the Valde too it in his own, offering a firm shake. However, his claws did dig a bit into the man's flesh, pricking it though not hard enough to pierce. "Just know that if you hadn't blasted yourself, I'd be delivering a swift kick to your nether regions right about now." No longer in the form of the fox, he was certainly capable of responding to the man he had just shared a short duel with. "But as it stands I think we're even. Vulpesen Torrevaso, Valde of Veradune and the Vitae Security Forces"

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

[member="Vulpesen"] @Ra

Brent gave Ra a sly knowning smirk. Without any eye protection to help slow things down or quiet the details in everything that he could naturally he--well, there wasn't much about Ra's form that was hidden from him, given Brent's status as a Highly Sensitive Person. The view was more than enough to take his mind off the pain in his shoulder at the moment. "Hey, I don't see much of a change from where I am standing. At least," he tilted his head to the side in a half shrug, "the important things haven't gotten worse."

Vulpesen made his statement about kicking Brent where it counts the most. The agent of a thousand face pursed his lips for a moment then nodded. "Yeah, ok. Seems fair enough. Good to meet you."

He looked back to Ra, "I wouldn't say that quite. Its more like, I was sent. The real Viktor--well, there is no real Viktor. But if there was, he works on retainer for Lord Derga. Derga said he wanted to make you pay for the people you took from him. He said it was personal. Its about honor and family," Brent arched an eyebrow. He knew that Ra left a lot of bodies in her wake, as did he. It came with the job, but he had to ask, "Does that ring any bells?"

 

[Riamah]

Vincent came in with the drinks for all of them and then left again. The old man had been a part of her life for so long, he was almost like a piece of furniture at this point. Of course he wasn't treated like one, but he was in touch with Ra in a way nobody else was.

Smiling as the two of them introduced themselves, she helped herself to one of the drinks.

This was something Ra had no way to prepare for. Both of these men had a past with her. Vulps had been first and at the time a passing interest. They had yet to renew that aspect of their relationship and had been focused more on other things. Brent had been after and they could have had a great future until he had disappeared. Now his story came to light and she listened as he told it.

"Not at all. But it could be some Sith Lord from that Empire I peeved off for blinking my eyes at the wrong time. Some of them can be so touchy."

[member="Brent Smith"] [member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

"Maybe I should double security and stay a little closer." Taking a sip from his own glass once it was handed to him, Vulpesen allowed a smile to grow upon his lips. Nothing like the amber burn of a strong drink to raise his spirits and brighten the mood. "Pissing off and holding off empires is my favorite past time after all." Walking across the room, Vulpesen picked up a chair that had been knocked away by the earlier blast and lowered himself down to sit upon it.

[member="Riamah"] [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

[member="Vulpesen"] @Ra

Brent nodded. He knew as much as anyone how much someone with power, the Force, and low emotional control could be a pain in the butt. They wanted their way and wouldn't have it any other way. Ever. It was pretty pathetic and tragic in his eyes. But, he guessed to them, a pasty guy who walked around in a trench coat with guns shooting enemies was pretty pathetic too.

As Vincent came in, Brent took his pauldron off. Gritting his teeth. With a quick shove from his good arm, he popped his shoulder back in place. The pain was immense, but it wasn't the first time he had felt it. But as a man who was highly sensitive already--that didn't help too much. After several deep breaths he accepted something from Vincent. Hopefully something strong to help take the edge off.

"I can still get you in," Brent said taking a drink from the glass, "As far as he knows, I am still just Viktor Hel, bounty hunter and avid killer. I can get you in on my YV, and by the time he figured it out, well, things would be by far done." Brent paused. He had a lot of questions for Ra, like where were they? Did they still have something? Was he gone too long, or had she moved on? He glanced at Vulpesen. Now wasn't the time. He took a sip from his glass, "If you are game for it, I have plenty of room for giant fox-things too."