Thread: Charon (Barbaric Rim)

Name Nickname Jibril Jack Attire Light forest green, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, dark red cargo shorts with black suspenders, black fishnet stockings, and black knee high boots with multiple buckles. Weapon double-barrel old world shotgun, old world katana, and two hunting knives. Location Charon Tagging ZaphkielAnyonePotentially LaelaTrystan Time October 1, 3075 Early evening. Name Nickname Zaphkiel Zack Attire Dark red duster jacket with grey tank-top, black cargo pants, silver suspenders, black shitkickers, and black goggles. Weapon Two old world katanas, two pistols with silencers, and two five inch bone handled daggers. Location Charon Tagging JibrilAnyonePotentially LaelaTrystan Time October 1, 3075 Early evening. It took awhile for the speeders to be within range of the crashed ship, but as the twins had been riding, they noticed that another ship had dropped out of orbit and landed on Charon. Not many ships willingly landed on Charon so they were curious as to whom might be deciding to stop on by. The landscape was rough and the creatures that lived here were even rougher but they stayed away from the twins. As the sky darkened, they got closer to the ships, not liking the feeling that was in the air. It just felt off and maybe that was because the ship-goers were all foreigners to their planet. Probably. Then again, they didn't take well to new people. Never really had and with good reason. Telepathically, they organized their movements to come around the ships from a distance. With the way the planet was, their speeders might have been camouflaged, but it was doubtful. They weren't exactly trying to hide but they weren't openly presenting themselves either. Zaphkiel took the more subtle approach, slowing down his speeder to quiet the engine and take some cover behind some rock formations that were a ways off from both the ships. He had his weapons in case he needed them, but he doubted that Jibril would need his help. She rarely did. Jibril on the other hand had decided to speed up, coming up to the area that the refugees were relaxing in. She got close enough that she could hear their conversation without truly making out what was being said. Something about some guy and someone needed saving. Blah, blah, blah. Slowing down her speeder and turning it off. She was maybe a hundred yards from the group and noticed a ragged bunch of...pirates. Her nose wrinkled up as the thought crossed her mind. She never really liked pirates but money was money if she got paid. She had to look out for Zaphkiel after all. They probably hadn't expected a lone woman on a speeder out here. Needless to say, they probably knew nothing about Zaphkiel unless they had heard both the speeders and saw them. She didn't believe so, but if they hadn't, she at least had an ace up her sleeve if the need arose. Letting Sabbin out of her little pouch, the dragon crawled up to her shoulder and shook out her wings, stretching before curling her tail around Jibril's neck. Maybe the dragon would make her seem less...strange? She had no idea and didn't particularly care. Oi! Looks like you got a busted ship. I also didn't think pirates were rescuers! She called out, grinning widely. The lonesome little lady looked like Illuminati scum and she wondered if she would be able to scare her stiff. She hoped so. She didn't want some little priss thinking she was going to be saved. No, she could already feel her darker nature surfacing but managed to tramp it down with some soothing words from Zaphkiel. They didn't know if the woman was Illuminati or not but they did know that those ragged men were pirates. Rescue crews didn't look that messed up.