Location: Geosynchronous orbit above the agents of cheese ship on Parmigiano Reggiano.
Currently: Waiting for his prize.
Tags: Scherezade deWinter Jai'galaar Gred Dexter Zytros L8R Neyana Sasmay Cull
A sigh somewhere between indignation and contempt escaped the umbaran as he settled into the captain’s chair of the Eibon Spear. He slung one of his legs over the armrests of the oversized piece of furniture. It had originally belonged to a herglic captain twice Ceros’ size, but the comfortable padding had convinced its new owner to keep it. The additional room made for most comfortable seating even if it was not all that conducive to healthy posture.
“So the plan is to wait for them to come back with some ancient artefact, take it, then split and sell it for profit?” he asked, glancing at the aqualish towering next to him.
“That’s the plan.” the second-in-command replied, preoccupied with a datapad.
“Do we know anything about this artefact? Is it some ancient weapon? Miracle healing tech? Part of one of those spooky star cults?”
“Our contact never elaborated on the nature of the artefact. All we know is that it’s two-millennia old and very” he stressed the word further by glancing away from the datapad towards the captain, “valuable.”
Somewhat flabbergasted by the amount of emphasis the aqualish had put on the worth of this artefact, Ceros turned to stare out through the viewport, at the dustball before them. It was rare that the aqualish broke his facade of professional indifference. He shrugged; there wasn’t really any need for him to know what they were about to rob so long as it made them a mountain of credits.
Currently: Waiting for his prize.
Tags: Scherezade deWinter Jai'galaar Gred Dexter Zytros L8R Neyana Sasmay Cull
A sigh somewhere between indignation and contempt escaped the umbaran as he settled into the captain’s chair of the Eibon Spear. He slung one of his legs over the armrests of the oversized piece of furniture. It had originally belonged to a herglic captain twice Ceros’ size, but the comfortable padding had convinced its new owner to keep it. The additional room made for most comfortable seating even if it was not all that conducive to healthy posture.
“So the plan is to wait for them to come back with some ancient artefact, take it, then split and sell it for profit?” he asked, glancing at the aqualish towering next to him.
“That’s the plan.” the second-in-command replied, preoccupied with a datapad.
“Do we know anything about this artefact? Is it some ancient weapon? Miracle healing tech? Part of one of those spooky star cults?”
“Our contact never elaborated on the nature of the artefact. All we know is that it’s two-millennia old and very” he stressed the word further by glancing away from the datapad towards the captain, “valuable.”
Somewhat flabbergasted by the amount of emphasis the aqualish had put on the worth of this artefact, Ceros turned to stare out through the viewport, at the dustball before them. It was rare that the aqualish broke his facade of professional indifference. He shrugged; there wasn’t really any need for him to know what they were about to rob so long as it made them a mountain of credits.
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