Grans’ is a place of refuge and respite from the world. A place of good food, good drink and friendly if sometimes very boisterous conversation. It’s the perfect place for Slaine to recuperate after her rather… harrowing ‘ordeal’ aboard a Horune pirate ship. The good news is that the pirates have been scattered and their base rendered unusable. Even better, a number of captives and slaves were rescued.
They’re not gone. Not by a long shot but the seas will be safer for a while. Perhaps a long while.
Harrowing ordeal? Maybe. Certainly being grabbed by a Horune and inspected wasn’t pleasant. But then again, neither was her little episode when Vanished Point arrived – Slaine just can’t remember that.
Still, Gran has insisted her granddaughter take a day or so to rest up. She certainly earned a few looks of disapproval for undertaking such a foolhardy mission. That doesn’t mean the Mystic is idle though and she’s currently setting out the tables in the dining room. The breakfast crowd has just departed and now it’s time to setup for the lunch rush…
The latest visitor isn’t here for a meal, and not quite in the mood for conversation of the boisterous variety. But he steps inside with his usual, if perhaps slightly guarded, yet curious air. Violet eyes flicker beneath the shadows of his hat and cowl, taking in the room before he moves further inside.
With the crowds from earlier thinned out, it makes it much easier to locate the red-haired mystic. His steps aren’t completely silent as he makes his way towards her, but once within earshot, Yaren seems at a loss for how to greet her.“Ah. I was hoping to see you…” Comes a voice from behind Yaren. It’s a purring woman’s voice and that’s no surprise because the woman in question is Sanka’a, the feline-ish captain of the Armsmen. She’s in a smart white coat today with blue trousers and blue piping on her shirt. Hands her in her pockets.
“Hello Yaren Seyuz. Now… where’s McClellan…”
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Slaine tenses for a moment before letting out a breath. She’s safe here, this is Grans … and the Pirates have been taken care of. The College, however, is another matter.
Turning and recognising the violet eyes that peek out from the cowl, she smiles brightly “Hello Yaren. Are ye well?” At least she doesn’t seem to be at loss for words.
When Sanka’a speaks, she peeks around the hatted and cowled figure and waggles the fingers of her right hand, the dressing visible on her palm, “Hello, Sanka’a. Here I am!”
His eyes brighten in surprise at the voice behind him, and he glances back to see the captain of the Armsmen. “Ah, Captain Sanka’a,” Yaren says, canting his head in acknowledgment. He then looks back at Slaine, seeming relieved once she speaks up, his eyes smiling back.
“As well as can be, Slaine. It is good to see you.” Gasp, a pronoun?? “This one hopes the same,” he continues, peering not quite anxiously at the young woman. She seems to be all right, at least.“Do you two have time to take a seat?” The feline woman gestures to one of the tables. Hell she may stay for lunch but at the moment she’s just here to talk to Yaren and Slaine.
“I came to give you some news and convey the thanks of the Armsmen in both tangible and non tangible.” She chuckles at that and yes her pockets are clinking just a little bit.
Slaine puts a hand on Yarens shoulder and squeezes gently “I am well, Yaren. Thank ye, for what ye did on the ship… ” It … was kind of sweet. The little redhead is used to looking out for herself and certainly not used to having others come to her aid. “It is good to see ye, as well.”
She doesn’t say she would have been alright. She might have been. But then, they’re talking about Horune Pirates and Slavers. So she might not have. And apart from someone getting shot in the head in front of her last night, she’s fine.
“Of course, Capt. Let me organise some tea… and some food, if ye like.” She gestures to a doglike D-Bee as she slides into the seat. Guess Sanka’a will get lunch, regardless. Gran trained Slaine well… “Ye have news?”
Yaren nods at Slaine. “This one is glad to hear it.” He had not liked how that pirate was treating her, nor how they had treated any of those prisoners. Doing something, even that much, had felt…good.
Glancing between her and Sanka’a, he moves to follow in taking a seat. “News would be most welcome, and this one is happy that overall, things have been successful.” At least so far as their plans had gone, anyway.“We’ve rescued close to a hundred and fifty captives and slaves. Which isn’t everyone taken by the Horune over the last few weeks but it’s most of them. We’ve also sank six Horune ships. Two managed to escape in the chaos but they won’t be able to do much on their own without a home port to refuel and take on supplies.” Sanka’a seems pleased by that.
“The Justicars are in the process of rounding up identified collaborators so that problem should sort itself out as well. And now…”
The Captain produces a couple of small boxes. Inside are small medals on blue and purple ribbons. They’re made of gold and on them is an inscription that reads ‘Clipeus Honoris’.
“I’d like to present you both with the Dragon’s Star for extraordinary service to the Republic. You have our thanks.”
The doglike D-Bee approaches the table with a tray filled with mugs and tea pot and carefully places them on the table. He’ll ask for food orders in a moment. It seems that they’re talking.
“One hundre’ and fifty? That’s real good news, Captain…” Slaine breathes out a sigh of relief. “Do ye think we’ll find the rest of those taken?” It’s possible they’ve already been moved on. To Splynn or somewhere else.
“So there’s two ships still out there, but they shouldn’ be trouble for long then. Is there anythin’ more I can do to help?” Not withstanding that she’s going to visit the College soon …
As the boxes are presented, the Mystic opens hers and just … stares. “It’s too much, Captain …” she says, putting the box on the table and starting to slide it back to the Feline officer. “… I didn’ do it lookin’ for honours. But, thank ye…”Without a number to refer to, the number that is disclosed does seem like quite a bit. The thought that there might be more is a little startling. Yaren isn’t even sure just how many Horune pirates there were to begin with. Hadn’t that cyber-knight mentioned something about seeing ships and ships?
But then he’s no mathematician, and any number of prisoners saved seems a positive to him. Yaren nods, glancing at Slaine as he does wonder the same. He’d rather hope for the best.
“It is good to hear that things are going accordingly,” he agrees. “…this one is just glad that something could have and has been done…on his part.”
His eyes blink at the boxes set there. Yaren lifts a hand to pull it closer, opening it carefuly as though it is a terribly fragile thing. Those glowing eyes blink again. He doesn’t seem to be aware of just what he’s supposed to do with the thing, much less what it is. It doesn’t look at all like cash, and that too had been something he had to learn about.“They’re also enchanted. If you’re wearing them and you spill a little magic, blood, essence, psychic… ectoplasm – er, whatever if you spill some of you on the back it’ll send a signal to us and we’ll come looking for you.” What Sanka’a does not say is that ‘looking’ likely means a small group of very heavily armed Armsmen will appear by the quickest teleportation they can manage. The Armsmen take their allies very seriously.
“You did us proud and we’re very grateful. Wear them with pride.” Or keep them hidden. Either way. But that’s the traditional benediction.
“Ye wear it, Yaren. It’s a medal…” Slaine sighs as she looks Sanka’a and back at her medal. Taking hers up, she pins it to her tunic, demonstrating for the D-Bee who’s become her friend. “I’ll probably modify mine like a pendant…” she sighs again, totally humbled by the honour. “Please accept my thanks, Captain Sanka’a.”
With a quick glance at Yaren to guage his reaction to the medal, the redhead soon turns her attention back to the Feline “Was there anythin’ else, Captain? Or can I offer ye all somethin’ to eat?”
By then he’s picked it up, squinting at it like the foreign thing it is. It is very pretty and shiny. And enchanted? Yaren looks at Sanka’a again as she explains just what they do. He blinks back at the medal held between his spindly fingers. Spill…? Wondering exactly how that might work, he peers over at Slaine as she demonstrates how to fasten it onto her person.
“Ah…” he muses, carefully copying what she had done, looking down at himself as he wonders where he might effectively place it. Something so nice probably shouldn’t be so openly displayed.
“…thank you for this, Captain,” he replies in turn, bowing his head towards Sanka’a. The pin catches on a thumb, but since they’re just gloves, it’s but an awkward moment of getting it unstuck. He slips it onto the inner part of his coat, seeming pleased with himself at simply managing to put it on at all. He’ll see about a better place later.“Well I could certainly use a meal but no there was nothing else official.” Sanka’a leans back, stretching and rather pleased with herself.
“I do find myself curious what two… people of action such as yourself will be doing now that you’ve saved the day and all.” Her grin is sharp and feline and her tone slightly teasing but she honestly is curious.
“Do ye need a ha—” Slaine would help Yaren, but the man seems to have it sorted out and she nods in approval as he gets the medal on. “Touch a little blood or ectoplasm to it, to operate it…” she’s realised he probably didn’t get some of the lingo.
The doglike D-Bee server steps forward at that and recites the offerings for lunch. No menu, most people can’t read. Included in the list is a Tuber Soup, Rack of Dino-Ribs and a Garden Salad. Slaine orders the Tuber Soup. “Grans own special recipe.” She tells the others.
Settling back herself, pouring tea for the other, her green eyes land on the Captain. “I’ve been asked to attend a formal dinner at The College Of Thought, see what’s happenin’ with them and what they’re connection to the Pirates…” It’s a gamble telling the woman this. The more people that knows what’s happening, the more dangerous it is. “And tryin’ not to attract anymore attention from the Dragons.” Yes, she said Dragons. Plural. “And startin’ a business with Nix.” So … not idle, then.
“…not necessarily one’s own…blood or…ec..toplasm?” It doesn’t sound like it needs to be, but if it would, then the shiny bauble would be rather useless for him. Yaren glances at the server, shaking his head to pass on a meal, but he pauses a moment as though something comes to mind. “Perhaps the ribs? A smaller order?” he asks, a hand running over Iinya on his shoulder. The little snake-like thing shakes its head and the rest of itself awake with a bit of a chime.
Well, Slaine certainly sounds like the busy one! Yaren looks surprised to hear what all she has on her plate. As though posing as pirate bait has not been enough!
“Will you be safe?” he asks Slaine, concerned, obviously.“You have, huh?” Sanka’a doesn’t betray any surprise at the fact that the dinner exists but she does give Slaine a looking over. “Given your heroic actions previously I’m going to guess that you’re not doing that because you like them.”
The College is labeled as a dangerous subversive group.
“I’ll have the soup as well.” The feline woman purrs and rolls her shoulder. “That’s an interesting little bauble you have there, Yaren.” She means Iinya, not clear on whether or not Iinya is a pet or a thing.
As Iinya chimes, Slaine looks over and raises a finger to the little snake, to pet her? Probably, but if Iinya wanted to slither over, the redhead wouldn’t mind.
“That’d be a good guess, Captain.” Slaine nods to Yaren “I hope so. It’s no’ jus’ me and trust the others.” She draws in a breath “It might be a failin’ of mine, to be able to find trouble. But, Captain, I’d appreciate it, if things … go south, if I could get some coverage from prosecution. I’m aware of what the College is…”
Yes, she’s asking for immunity. Particularly given the last discussion with Justicars. Not that Sanka’a is a Justicar but Slaine hopes … there might be a little bit of cross over. And, honestly, she’d rather not try for an interview with Kailastia.Iinya’s little tongue flicks in and out at Slaine’s finger before the creature unwinds itself from its perch, curling over finger and wrapping around the extended hand and wrist. Pausing, it chirp-chimes again at Slaine before it lets itself slither down onto the table. Seems to be expectant of food times!
“Iinya is Iinya,” Yaren says, rather unhelpfully, but he seems proud to say as much, even if it explains nothing. “She has traveled with me from home. Her kind are stormriders.”
Slaine’s words don’t seem to reassure him, but it sounds like she won’t be alone, at least. “…is there anything this one can do to assist?” he offers.“Well… maybe Yaren. That depends on how you feel about lending us your unique talents again. You see, we’ve had some inkling that the College of Free Thought was trying to infiltrate the city via the criminal underworld but last year their relationship with the Nighthand – the biggest criminal organization in the city – fell apart. Since then they’ve been conducting a shadow war. We’ve been trying to root out their proxies. No luck yet.”
Yaren’s already seen what Sanka’a’s idea of a ‘recon op’ is so he might already know what she’s about to suggest. As for Slaine, it may not bear much on her ‘party’ but it will at least be interesting information.
Giving Iinya a stroke before the little snake makes her way to the table, Slaine smiles a bit “A Stormrider? I like that. It’s poetic…” Who’d have thought that Slaine had a poetic streak?
“They are…” she says to Sanka’a “… my information comes from an … interestin’ source. If ye’ve a way to break into that, it’d be good.” She looks at Yaren. Will he help? He’s certainly got the skillset to do it. “If ye want someone to watch ye’re back, I’ll come with.”
Herman, the doglike D-Bee server, returns fairly quickly with the orders and a small bowl of tuber soup for Iinya. Gran … might have been watching. Soon the plates are distributed on the table and the D-Bee is gone again.
Talents. Ah. He shouldn’t be surprised, he thinks. Yaren however remains patiently quiet at that, listening to what Sanka’a has to say. Information is something he can get, and if it is through the assistance of creatures, he feels more at ease to offer his services. Taking control of Horune has bothered him, although he knows that in both instances, it was out of necessity.
With the bowl set there, Iinya slithers over closer to it, head lifting towards its rim and over, inspecting its contents with eyes and forked tongue. Then she slips into the bowl itself. Hot tub!
Yaren looks down at Iinya, seeming to want to laugh. Instead, he turns his attention back to the two women, nodding thoughtfully.
“…if it is as before, then this one will do as he can.” It’s nothing that he’s not said before, but it’s also something he knows he’s done before, and as he had said, if he can help…“Wonderful…” The tuber soup seems to have bacon in it. Which… may be to Iinya’s liking. Also… is that chopped sausage?
Well what else would it be?
“In that case I’ll be in touch with details. In the mean time, perhaps Slaine will have more to tell us both about what wonderful parties they have. In Richmond.”
Party in Richmond is a bit like saying ‘gala ball in the middle of the industrial district’. It’s out of place and no one who knows anything about it thinks it’ll be anything but trouble. For now though things are looking up.
You can tell, because Sanka”a still has time to eat…
Sanka'a seeks out Yaren and Slaine to thank them for their efforts and to request something of Yaren. Go figure.
January 24, 2410