Consciousness came slowly, like she was swimming through a thick, green
haze. <Elements, what did they shoot into me?> she thought she fought to
gain a foothold on the real world.
Her memory of what had happened was the one thing that seem easy to grasp.
She and Fox were trying to get information,...
> > As they pass in, Fox tosses the granade at the three thugs. "Don't
worry
> > love, it's a dud."
>
> t'Llhweiir raised an eyebrow. "Too bad," she replied.
>
> > They enter a dark room and take several steps before they see light.
They
> > round a corner to see a very short being, roughly .75 meters long on a
couch
> > propped up on a very attractive female from Orion.
> >
> > "Lem, it is good to see you. Better to see you unarmed."
said
> > Shorty to the new comers.
> >
> > "The pleasure is all mine Shorty. My lady and I want some
information. We have latinum.
12 strips for the annoyance of the granade, and a bar for
> > starters. The more you tell us the more I can pay."
> >
> > "Ask what you want. I answer what I will." came the reply.
> >
> > "My lady...."
>
> in the market for dilithium. There is a region of space near the
Klingon
> border with the Federation that I am told is especially rich. I'm also
> told that war is brewing there. What do you know about it?"
> >
> > "Know many things about many places. War likely in many places.
> > Good for business. Very good for Shorty. What you want to know?"
>
> "I want to know who and why," she replied. "Perhaps they will do
business
> with me."
>
"Arm rebellions, why not really matter to me. Some say rebellions
cause fleet police action. Police action make Fleet look bad. I think
Fleet need no help to look bad. Ships like Maaason bring arms to sell.
Cardie ships are middle men. Take to others who arm militias *and* local
guvments. Play both sides. Good for business... yes?" the slug replies.
> "Sometimes yes, sometimes no," t'Llhweiir said, allowing no reaction to
the mention of the
James Mason, which "Siena" should know nothing about.
> "To whom are they selling?"
>
"Rebel and guvment faction in all ploice action. Stir pot of
malcontent, humaaan say. 'course, Cardie Gul take cut of cargo. They
sell to others." Shorty replied with a nasty looking smile.
"Of course. What others?"
"No this inf'mation cost you. How 'bout little ketchie kitchie with
Siena chickie? Then tell more..."
She smiled as if she might take him up on his suggestion. Then, she shook
her head in disappointment. "No time this trip. However, perhaps this
will satisfy you until then."
She drew a latinum credit chit from a breast pocket and tossed it to his
companion. The female's gasp of breath was enough for Shorty to roughly
snatch it from her.
Within a minute, t'Llhweiir and Fox were on their way. "Careful," she
said quietly, " That was too simple."
"My thoughts exactly, Boss," the spy replied.
They entered another bar. It was empty. Even as t'Lhweiir reached fro
her disruptor, she felt the sting of something pricking the back of her
neck. She never felt her body's collapse to the floor.
Now, she kept her eyes closed and laid without moving, trying to see if
her sensitive hearing could detect anything.
(ooc: gm?)
t'Llhweiir ends
(ooc: i know. long time, no see. hope everyone's ok)
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