Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Carthrat]

"What's here to administrate? Rabble? And in the middle of a depression, no less?

Quite plainly, the only reason I would come to this wretched moon is in order to procure items that somebody more important than me wishes to hold.."

[Bean Bandit]

The man's face relaxed slightly. "Fair enough," he said amiably. "My superiors would like an estimated time of departure, as well."

[Carthrat]

"A day. A week. A month. All depends on a variable beyond my control," replied Vicious.

[Rezantis]

"Gotcha," there was a slight pause as Rez/Meia dragged the balls back to the central position, leaving the dread to simply coast with no forward thrust.

"And nope, I don't know," Meia almost chuckled, but caught it, "I guess the question never really came up before."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:
The oddly shapped fighter pulled out ahead of Meia, and his engines cut out

The two fighters drifted, single file for a long moment, and a long cable with a strange looking metallic device on the end began to trail, bobbing from the red fighter.

As the cable drifted closer, the gentle bob slowly died off until the metallic device on the end of the cable was making a beeline straight for the Dread's hull.

"Looks like you have your answer," Meia's comm speaker said. "I can take you as far as Callisto. You're on your own when we get there."

[Rezantis]

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

A pause.

"Who are you, anyways?"

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: 'Meia'

IC:

The metallic device made and audible clank as it attached itself to Meia's hull.

Her comm spoke again in reply, and the lazy grin in the reply was almost audible. "Me? I'm just your average cowboy..."

[Rezantis]

An amused snort.  "Heh.  Wouldn't expect to find many cows round these parts."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:

She could see the flare of the fighter's engine re-igniting, and her dread lurched as the fighter began to tow it in the direction of the flashes of light.

Her comm speaker gave a muted laugh. "You must not be from around here," he said, cryptically.

[Rezantis]

"You could say that."  A pause.  "Callisto's a moon of Jupiter, right?"

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:

"My superior have carved out a comfortable niche here, sir. I'm sure you can understand that they don't want a war with the Red Dragons...but neither do they want incursion. They will allow you to operate for three more days, unhampered. after that, steps will be taken."

The brown haired man smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry it's necessary to pass on the message at gunpoint, but your reputation DOES precede you, Vicious."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: 'Meia'

IC:

"Has been for centuries," came the casual reply. "Why do you ask?"

[Rezantis]

"Making sure I know where I am, I got shaken up a little."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:

"Oh? What happened?"

[Carthrat]

Vicious merely shrugged.