Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Carthrat]

Vicious gave a little whistle.

I'll have to be gettin' me some of those..

With that, he quits the library and exits the ship, looking for the goon from earlier.

[Bean Bandit]

As Vicious exits the ship. he sees that general work in the warehouse has resumed, and the goon who led him to the ship is now talking to another man, who looks like a stereotypical geek. Tall, exceptionally thin and pale, with mouselike eyes hidden behind oval shaped glasses, very messy hair, and dressed in a mechanic's coverall, he looks annoyed with the goon...

[Carthrat]

Vicious approaches the goon and the scientist, doing his damned best to look imposing.

"Are you busy?" he asks the goon, interrupting whatever conversation they were having with a suitably blunt tone.

[Rezantis]

"I don't know if we have a choice," Meia sighed, "Do you think your engines and powerplant are fixable?"

[Bean Bandit]

"Of course! Parfait might have to replace some parts, but they aren't a write off..." Barnette huffed. "They can have the broken pieces, but not the whole assembly!"

Paiway said nothing, just leaned out from behind Barnette and aimed her camera at Spike. "Pai-check."

Spike didn't react, just puffed calmly, waiting for them to confer.

[Bean Bandit]

The goon turns around, looking suitably obsiqueous, but the geek interupts.

"Are you the one who wants the cruiser ready today?" he asked peevishly, seemingly immune to Vicious 'glare o' doom'.

[Rezantis]

"Mm.  That's not quite what I meant,"  Meia fixed Barnette with a serious look, "I agree that there's no way they're getting the whole assembly, but do you think you can you get your dread flying, with what we can find around here?"

[Carthrat]

"I believe it was supposed to be ready by the time I got here," Vicious replies, flatly.

[Bean Bandit]

The geek is unimpressed, and returns the glare evenly. "You were expected in four hours." he responded. "And we told you that we wouldn't have time to equip it fully."

[Bean Bandit]

Barnette sighed. "I don't know. What do they have here?" she asked doubtfully. "This place seems a little outdated..."

[Carthrat]

Did they? What, has planning for this mission been going on before I spoke with the Elders, where they apparently made the decision in the first place? Or is Vicious psychic or something?

"Whatever," replies Vicious. "I want it ready in two hours, with the missiles."

I wonder if that's pushing it, but it's not exactly a big ship, and there wasn't any work being done on it when I got here..

[Rezantis]

Meia looked at Spike, then turned back to Barnette and shrugged helplessly.  "I don't know what they have here . . . how about letting them get hold of anything that's too slagged to be at all repairable?  Anything else, we'll try to repair, but letting them look in while we work on it couldn't hurt either . . . "

[Bean Bandit]

The geek rolled his eyes at Vicious. "I can have it ready with the missiles in three hours, if we dedicate three men to it. No less." he responded, with the confidence of someone VERY good at his job, and fully aware of it.

[Bean Bandit]

"Oh, all right." Barnette sighed, looking a little distressed at the prospect.

Spike nodded to them both. "I'll go tell them." he told the three women. "And then I've got things to do. Leave the name of the place you're staying at with the berthing attendant..." He said calmly, fixing Meia with an unreadable look, "and I'll call you."

[Carthrat]

"Right," replies Vicious.

So this goof must've been the one who got an exploding suitcase together for Vicious.. but I don't think I need one. Not if this works out they I hope it does. So instead of asking for a bomb..

"By the way, do you have any tripwire thread?" Vicious asks, pondering over his latest plan.

Quick rethink! The deal dosn't take place tonight, it must happen tomorrow morning. After I've set up the arrangements here, I'll have to call Gren, who, with a little luck, will be having a shower. But everythings different, and I've done different things, so he might not be. Or Faye might pick up. Or something else. Fuck. Don't think too far ahead. Stay on target. Yeah.