To Denounce the Evil of Truth and Love

[Subject 37]

[member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Tytos Ardik"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Nor'baal Durga Bareesh"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]

Slevin stayed quiet for a moment more. The agreement on the table was sensible.

No crime syndicate could rule the galaxy, no one could stretch their territory that far. Some had tried, the Black Sun, the Red Ravens, but they'd fallen. The Underworld was not meant to be a government, they were not meant to rule, and once you got too big you tried to do just that.

The truth was however that Natalia and Slevin didn't need that. They had no inclination of being rulers or nobles. They did not want to be Emperor and Empress, they simply wanted to play their games. His fingers slowly drummed on the table ahead of him his posture shifting to be slightly more at ease. He didn't care one bit for the people at this table, but if they agreed to this then he had no issue with them. They would hardly become his friends, but if it kept them out of his way?

He could deal with that.

After a few more seconds Slevin finally spoke. "Coratanni will agree."

The words were almost painful to speak, but it made sense. This organization, or whatever it was, didn't seek to control, it didn't seek to bind, it did one thing and one thing alone.

Assured their mutual survival.

 

[Aver Brand]

[member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Tytos Ardik"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Nor'baal Durga Bareesh"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Natalia Thawne"] | [member="Loray Tares"]

So much pissin’ in the wind. You had two sorts of criminals, Aver figured. Broadly, of course – it’d be rude to make sweeping generalizations about such a wide and diverse group of people.

Downright insensitive, even.

But – broadly – you had those who got their hands dirty, and those who kept them clean with a karkin’ antiseptic. Different approach, shared ideals.

Or lack thereof, as the case may be.

Though talking, after a point, was just delaying the inevitable.

“Gahke,” said the merc and rose from the chair. Felt like a boolean – seated or standing, no phase in between. “If I don’t see you around, gents...”

“...it’s a good day.”

Aver tipped her helmet in greeting and walked out the door. Stride so calm you’d almost think she had eyes on her back.

Or a silent, deadly shadow keeping her six.

Or both?