Turned Tables

[Kay-Larr]

Now [member="Thraxis"] was making a list of demands. That was certainly unprecidented. For any normal person, she'd of walked right out the door and had it locked shut. He shouldn't be making demands. But...this was Thraxis. And he was right to need a few things to get to work.

But what he was asking for was ...odd. It was a rag-tag list of items that only an insane man could think of. Just what he had exactly planned on doing with all of that was unknown to her. Yet she'd find out eventually. Well maybe. There was a part of her that didn't want to know at all.

"I'll get the staff to do a little shopping. The items will be dropped off in the warehouse district. You'll have a whole warehouse at your disposal. It's the one labled C-4, access code is 60495. And as for your equipment...you'll get it when you leave the Palace. Understood?"

 

[Thraxis]

Well, she at least gave him the tools he needed to torture, but without his equipment how was he to deal with the gun runners. He knew the math and equation, guns plus exposed flesh minus blood equaled death. He might not have been a mathematician, but he could calculate the odds even without a master in triadic equation and the odds were bad, bad enough he could worry. "While I thank you for the tools of the trade, I need my equipment. You want gunrunners dealt with, do the math. I got no armor and no guns vs people who are armed with both equal me being dead and you getting nothing. In fact, all you get is an army of pissed off citizens who will raze your city to the ground in search of blood. Yours, to be quite specific." he stated bluntly, the odor of pheromones and sweat now starting to build up in the room, the crevices and nooks filling with the noxious odor.

"Now then, let me reiterate. I. Need. My. Equipment." it was as always blunt, though now becoming aggressive, she seemingly wasn't getting what he needed and that they were both on a time frame. He had two months to deal with perpetrators and she had two months to let him go before hell razes her city to the ground. Though if that was to happen he liked to think he could handle it, a bit worse for wear but nothing a few drinks and a couple nights sleep couldn't fix.

 

[Kay-Larr]

((Silly [member="Thraxis"] , you forgot to tag me))

Kay let out a frustrated breath. It was clear that he wasn't listening to everything that she was saying. His anger, his lack of proper care had seemed to have caused him to become slightly deaf. She narrowed her eyes as he spoke of others wanting to burn Chasin City to the ground in order to find her. As she spoke, her words were just as empathised as his last words were. "I said that you'll get your equipment when you leave the PALACE. That means BEFORE you go out hunting. What part of that do you not understand?"

She clenched her jaw. This was now the third time that she had said it. Or was it the fourth? Regardless, she waited to see what his reaction would be.

 

[Thraxis]

"The part you don't understand is Maintenance, it has been two weeks since I have had my equipment, it needs to be touched up on, made to working order so I can get to work as fast as possible." he lied, quite bluntly. When she said leave the palace he simply assumed leaved the planet rather than just the palace.

"Now, give me back my stuff. I have holes in the bag to fix, equipment to calibrate and my droids to fix." he reiterated one final time, as far as he could recall Kay had rarely used weaponary so if he was lucky she wouldn't know when equipment needed to be touched up on and repaired.
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay let out another frustrated breath. "Fine. You can fix your equipment all up if it needs fixing. I'll let you do so in the armory." She stepped to the side and allowed [member="Thraxis"] to walk through, escorted of course.

She followed in behind them, but only part of the way. Kay went her own way while the two guards led Thraxis to the armory. The Jackal's items were taken out of a locker and unceremoniously dumped onto a table. "There you go, Mister Fix-it."

Kay meanwhile started heading back to her office. But while she was part way there, she changed direction and instead headed over to the security wing. The personnel inside stood from their chairs as soon as she walked in. She bowed her head a little and stood next to one of the larger monitors. "Bring me up a feed of the armory. I want to keep an eye on someone." Right away the worker switched the feed. Soon Thraxis and the two guards were in view.

 

[Thraxis]

Finally Thraxis was given an escape chance, not so much from the Palace but at least from the confines of the damnable room. The pungent odor of sweet tracking him as he made his way to the Armory the sarcastic chant of a guardsman irking him somewhat, "Oh, a guard with a Sense of Humor. Maybe you should have been a comedian." he replied, sarcasm lacing his words like venom laces a snakes.

Thraxis quickly gathered his stuff from the armory, he didn't expect to need to fix anything up but he had underestimated how much damage had been done. The droids had been short-circuited from Darth Dickheadius, his bag had become little more than a strap with a burnt body and his equipment needed general maintenance.

He first cracked into his droids, a pair of clippers and strings of wire gathered around him as flicks of electricity popped and sizzled beneath his glare, the droids remaining motionless for a time. It took an hour on each, the hulls badly scorched the AI in need of replacement which only took a little re calibrating of another. He hoped that the symbiosis of Gammorean droid talk was enough to get them into working order. With a hiss and a buzz followed by a Beep and Boop they started to hover to life, his brow covered with a thin veil of sweat.

Than came the hard part, he had experienced stitching his limbs together but a burnt bag was a different story. Patches of leather gathered in the small abundance that it was gathered around, a thin needle with a single strand of wire strewn through as he began to swipe back and fourth, leather tied up to the husk of a bag as boredom seeped in. The two droids bounced and danced around him, clear signs that their AI was already on the fritz. But fixing a bag was far from fixing a Droid as within a few minutes he was already finished his gear that was inside was seldom used and the bag kept the Electricity from scarring them beyond use.

With a sigh and a heave he looked up his fingers dancing between each other, "First chance I get. Bang, Boom, Darth Dickeahdius, I will send ya straight to the moon." he stated bluntly, the sarcasm that had earlier laced his words was now all but gone, deathly anger filled it before bending over backwards fixing up whatever few wires he had left to fix up.
[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

The guard merely snorted at [member="Thraxis"] ' comment on his humour before standing guard outside of the armoury.

Kay kept watch on the screen, watching Thraxis as he worked. He seemed to be forming some plan in mind. She couldn't wait to see him released out in the public. Loyalists beware.

Of course when he spoke, she raised a brow. Was he talking about her Master? That was a possibility. What if Thraxis did somehow manage to kill him? What then? There would be no looming threat hanging over her, that was for sure.

Kay just stood there and watched, contemplating a future that she hadn't thought of before. The death of her Master.