Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Lya stood there for a minute simply staring at him, trying to decide whether to fight or flight as he so quaintly phrased it. Profit won out. As her mind sorted all the available data, his words finally made sense to her. you think I'd have had to bribe my way into all this data and jump myself out an airlock to try and find you? I've told nobody anything ...nobody goes to that kind of trouble for a jump drive. He was here for something else, but that could wait until after she took care of this Federated Alliance fellow. I apparently don't have time to deal with you at the moment. Just in case they open fire you'll be safer in the control room. If I have to move Ship, the inertial dampeners in this section... She looked him up and down once, would be less than sufficient for your structure. With a bit of a growl Lya turned on her heel and made her way to the control room. Lya had been so worked up for her deal with Frodo, she was unprepared for this. Darmet's Mother, a Federated Battlecruiser! Think fast Lya, there's no time. She jumped on the holo-pad just a step away from the control panel. Ship, link me to this Captain Jediah's bridge, Now! A second later she appeared in the command center of the Herecles with not a moment to spare. She was pretty sure her ship could take any blasts from the battlecruiser. What had her in turmoil was the opportunity that just fell into her hands. The jump drive was hardly worth the effort compared to this. Jediah Erhart might just need what she had to offer. He was a military man, and one thing they all wanted was the biggest and best gun. Grinning inwardly...Lya D'vahl had the best weapons this side of the quadrant. Long bare legs slowly turned her around, until her eyes finally fell on an impressive looking male, in a huge chair. It appeared to be a command center. The first thing she noticed, beside his annoyed attitude, was the organic coverings draped on his form. Another silly custom, common to humanoids, this obsession with skin coverings. It was annoying, and just another irritating task for her. Should she stay as she was to keep him off balance? Best not. Her torso was soon covered in a sleek black garment, that stopped mid-thigh, albeit seemed a shame to cover her lovely tattoos. Though being clothed or not, made little difference to her, Lya's face poked out of the holo field, You could have told me your species prefers organic coverings, Frodo. Leaning back into the field, Captain Erhart, I presume? Her husky voice resonated around the room. She didn't want to mess this up. She met his brown eyes, with an earnest look from the black depths of her own. I am Lya D''vahl, of the Alterran Consortium, responding to your hail. While you're free to attempt blowing my ship out of Gendon Delta 7 space, you are not likely to succeed. I am here to trade, but I don't take kindly to being shot. She continued with the standard Telkran greeting, as she sauntered toward him. I pose no threat to you. I am but a simple trader of weapons and other sundry items. A smile eased across her face, as her brow arched. Can I interest you in a planet buster, multiphasic shielding, or perhaps a jump drive, of which I have recently come in possession? I am most eager to unload it. That's far enough. He said, and lowered his hand back unto the console and leaned back. So, I take it you are a dealer in contraband? She stopped as his hand raised. He seemed cautious of her, and she allowed him the feeling of safety. But it did bring a slight chuckle when he raised an elctron-plasma shield. What he considered a protection was more of an appealing meal to her. She was glad she wasn't actually there to be tempted by the snack. Be at ease, this is merely a holo-projection. It cannot harm you. From the look in his eyes and body language, she could tell he was interested. The best policy was always honesty. She did her best to put him at ease. If you consider weapons, ship enhancers and luxury items, contraband. Then Yes, I am a dealer of contraband. But Captain, I have supplies that would make you the envy of this sector. Advance your technology by at least a hundred years. My people are peaceful and only attack in self defense. As you may have noticed, I made no effort to lock my weapon onto your ship. I only wish to sell my cargo. From what you've offered me so far, I'm not to take your faction lightly. As a matter of fact, I am interested in a variety of your wares. He went on to question her integrity, what guarantee did she offer on her merchandise? Lya began to wonder just how these people managed to conduct business. Are they really that devious? Oww, damn it Ship! Pardon me a moment Captain. Without leaving the holo-pad, she leaned out of its beam. It left an odd looking half figure of her bent over hips and legs on his command deck, but at least he knew she was still there. She glared at Frodo for a moment. With the deal she had going she wouldn't be needing Mr. Underhill. What is it ship? You know how I hate being shocked. Pardon, Lya, but a fleet of five ships just entered the sector. They are too long range for me to identify. I thought you would like to be informed. Just keep an eye on them, Ship. I'm almost finished. This might turn into a great day yet, with or without you Mr Underhill. Standing back up she re-entered the field. Tugging a bit at the hem of her dress. It felt as though it was riding up her legs. She never had been any good at simulating clothing. The Captain was looking at her with suspicion. Sorry for the inconvenience. I will remain on board until all equipment has been installed and tested. Full schematics is not a problem, I will help install any and all items personally. Your satisfaction will be required before payment is rendered. Telkrans are an honest people, looking for future relations and profit. It is bad business to cheat a customer. As for the payment I would have to examine any ship hardware to determine it's value. Your Federation credits, are they exchangeable for heavy metals and such? If not they would be of little value to me. Slaves in good condition are a valuable commodity. If you have war prisoners, criminals, I could take them off your hands for a tidy profit or trade...If these terms are agreeable with you, it would be my pleasure to show you my goods. Do you have a suitable docking berth? Her fathomless black eyes locked with his as she awaited his answer. Oww, damn it to Devlon Ship! He was doing it again. Ouch, just a second. She stepped off the pad this time. Ship this had better be good, or I swear I'll start sticking pins in the console! The fleet that arrived earlier...they're Reticulans. Pardon me for bothering you but it seemed worthy enough to mention. The day couldn't get any worse.