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 For The Rare And Radiant Maiden, The Raven on Sihnon
K.T. Banks
Posted: Dec 11 2011, 10:37 PM


ch-ch-ch-ch-changes


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"I know a little about what's down there." K.T. Looked around, making sure no one was listening in. "Never been there myself, but I've been pretty cose to someone who has. One thing it is is soundproofed. Another is very much off limits. There won't be any guests down there today."

She turned to the others, her hand hovering nervously near where she had her weapon concealed.

"If he finds out his guys blew it, he might not stick around long." she said. "Or worse, he might have a Plan B. We should probably hurry up and get to him before he does anything, and before anyone beats us to him."

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Sophia Temple
Posted: Jan 31 2012, 11:26 PM


Civilian


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Anastasia Foress' Rooms

Sophia entered through the same hidden panel that Christine and Shanti had used, her eyes sweeping the room as she moved. The swords at her waist might have commanded more attention, given the peaceful setting, were it not for the handgun she carried, its barrel encased in a long suppressor.

"Pardon me, Lady Foress," she said, "But there's been an attack. Shots were fired, and two armed men have been killed, but they're not working alone. We have other intruders."

"A direct attack on the Temple?" Anastasia glared. "Who would dare?"

Beneath the table, Christine passed her cor-pad to Shanti, its screen displaying the data sent by Jake, Weatherby's location marked on the map, and the location of the others in their group.

Get to the others. she had quickly typed across the lower edge of the screen. I'll stall them here. We have to find him first

"The target was Lady Gretchen."

"Gretchen?" Anastasia gasped. "Is she . . ."

"I am uninjured." Lady Gretchen entered the room, following after Sophia. "I'm afraid the enemies here came after me, and their attack was planned well in . . ."

Gretchen stopped, staring at Christine. The sweet mountain breezes wafted through the room, as if to deny the idea that violence could visit such a place.

'You . . ." she whispered. "I had no idea . . ."

"I've alerted the port." Sophia continued. "If they left after their men failed, they won't get far. If they're still here, they're mine."
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Damian Malone
Posted: Feb 4 2012, 05:39 PM


Master D


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"We were enlisted and left to continue this fight on our own. Marie took charge." Damian's response was simple, straightforward, and reminiscent of his twin brother. Not that anyone else here would realize that. The Companion mentally shook away the echo, the feeling of being an other, and focused on the woman before him.

Mention of unfinished business piqued his interest and, more subtly, his protective instincts. Yes, Cory could take care of herself, but she had quite a lot to deal with these days. They all did. Why add to the burden? "You know her. Her moods shift like the tide until she's made a decision. Then, she pursues that decision, the path it leads to, without a waver or a doubt. She's fiercely protective of those she cares for, as we are of her."

As he spoke the words, Damian heard the gentle truth winding through them. Somewhere between the storm on Jinye and High Mass, he had come to care for those he was with. Now, standing with this stranger who said all the right words, it would take more for him to let her in.
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Shanti
Posted: Feb 28 2012, 10:34 PM


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Get to the others. I'll stall them here. We have to find him first

Comprehending the words typed into the corpad took Shanti a heartbeat too long, her brain still wrapping itself around written language. Cory, thank Shiva, hadn't pulled out her big gorram eloquence this time!

A moment can be such a fleeting thing. In the scope of ages, it is nothing but a blink, a breath, a motion, all driving on to the next moment and the next until the moments are gone. The moment that it took Shanti to read the words and to comprehend them swept into the next moment, and for that instant, the tableau in the delicate chambers of Lady Anastasia Foress etched itself in electric laser over Shanti's memories.

Lady Foress, so weak, so fragile, a butterfly whose season has passed and now finds itself facing winter, sat upright in her chair, eyes flaring with intent. Sophia Temple gave her report in words that were sturdy, strong, competent, in a way that reminded Shanti suddenly of Marlowe, though with more diplomacy. But it was Lady Gretchen, and the way her eyes fell to Cory, that stole yet another precious moment before Shanti could spring into flight.

A warning bell sounded in Shanti's heart, and for the first time since childhood, she almost refused to obey an order. Whatever the past that Cory carried with her regarding the Temple, it seemed to the observent slave that this woman, Lady Gretchen, was the heart of them. She wanted to stay, remain at Cory's side, and... What? Protect her? Support her? Cory could hold her own here, with these women. She did not need them, But she needed Shanti... She needed Shanti to do as she was told.

Ignoring the claxon of alarm in her heart, Shanti stood swiftly, the cor-pad tight in her palm, but let her fingers pause on Cory's for a brief touch. "Yes, of course." She whispered subserviently low to Cory, all music gone from her voice, and then backed swiftly towards the door, and out into the corridor. The moment she was from the room, she kicked off her fancy shoes and ran, not caring who saw and wondered. If there was thing an escaped slave knew how to do, it was run.

Unfortunately, being shipbound took its toll on muscles and lung-capacity, and in the thin mountain air, her legs and body protested. Muscles screamed in agony and her lungs whisped in tight gasps by the time she reached Eric and Mancoon and thrust Cory's cor-pad into their hands, "Cory says... find Weatherby. We have... have..." she gulped, trying to make the words fit together, "I mean, Temple security's on it, we have to get him first. I'll get D & Catri, but you have to be fast"



[i]OOC:
If this needs any changes, please let me know! :) [/i'
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Orchid
Posted: Mar 20 2012, 06:51 PM


Love in a void


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"Years ago . . ." said Orchid, "Four girls took up a challenge that has been laid out for girls since the days of Earth-That-Was, but here, in a place where it had taken on a significance it never had before."

She raised one index finger, stroking the other along it's length.

"One," she said, "Was the first to turn and run. She became a Companion, a pearl among women, but one of a number, and never looked back into the shadows from which she had fled. One . . ."

She raised a second finger alongside the first, repeating the slow, sensual caress.

"Was the second to run, but she returned, later, when she came to understand. Marie . . ."

She raised the finger with which she had caressed the others.

"Was the third to run. I stayed. But the idea to take up the challenge in the first place . . ."

She shook her finger slightly with a soft smile.

"Was hers."

A delicate white petal spiraled down, hanging at the edge of her black hair before drifting on.

"When she fell, it called my own faith into question. I thought she could do anything. She left unfinished. Like leaving a door open. Like saying it twice. That just isn't done. If there's anything you need to protect her from, it isn't me. I need to talk to her."
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Christine "Cory" Bell
Posted: May 20 2012, 09:17 PM


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Like the gardens of the Temple, the fragrant flowers and trees here wafted their scents and their drifting petals through cool, high altitude air, tinged with breezes carrying the hint of clean, bracing water. In this garden, though, there was no solid rock supporting them, only a man-made structure of metal, suspended by technology in the space between clouds and sea. The medium of Bellerophon was its message.

See what we can do, just because we can.

The man was in that indeterminate phase of life that is neither notably young or old, simply adult. his hair was short, trimmed, like perhaps a military officer's, facial hair treading the line between very short beard and simply having neglected the razor. His clothes were expensive, but casual and simple. Only the wealthy and powerful could afford these technological manifestations of ETW fairy tales, but he chose to whisper his status rather than shout it. The girl occupied that awkward age inbetween a girl and a woman, too close to the latter not to notice, but too close to the former to make the noticing comfortable. Her red hair stirred in the breeze, stray locks escaping from their styled coif, contrasting with the silver embroidered virginal white of her cheongsam and shawl. She was one of the Temple acolytes, too young for the intimacies of a Companion, but advanced enough in their training to practice their skills in the more public arenas. There were a number of them at the party that day, Temple debutantes, a glimpse of the promised future.

"Shouldn't you be at the party, inside?" the man asked as he approached. "I thought the goal for you girls was to be seen by everyone."

'The girl smiled, turning to face him.

'They've all seen me already." she said. "Now, they don't see me any more, so they'll be thinking about me. Where's the red haired one? They'll remember me."

"You think that will work?"

"It worked on you." she smiled. "You came looking."

"It's my house." the man replied. "My party. It's my duty to know where everyone is, and where they should be."

"Well." The girl extended her arm. "Perhaps you could escort me back to the party where I belong."

The man took her arm graciously.

"Since you've gone to all this effort to make an impression, perhaps I should know your name."

"Yolanda." she smiled. "Mr Haymer."

She wasn't sure where the impulse to offer a false name had come from. He could have checked his guest list, to verify it, but there were a lot of names, and the young Temple acolytes were the last ones one would suspect of anything.

She was rather glad, years later, when she returned to Bellerophon, rejected by the temple, that she remembered the name she had used.


"There's one thing that bothers me about this business." said lady Gretchen. "They chose to attack here. They could have carried out their plan far more easily in Zanghonghua, or even before I arrived there. Those men traveled with my ship from the Bella Starr. They couldn't get guns until they were in the Temple?"

"And why use guns at all?" Sophia narrowed her eyes. "Non-lethal weapons are better for a kidnapping. So are operatives with more intelligence and control. The entire attack could be a feint. An obvious ruse designed to sacrifice pawns towards a goal they could only accomplish here. If that's the case, Lady Gretchen may not be the actual target."

"The target may be in this room." Anastasia glanced over at Christine. "This may be intended as a warning. Perhaps against all of us."

Sophia scanned around the room, only the slightest change in her demeanor suggesting anything was different.

"I understand there are secrets." she said. "But I can't operate effectively without sufficient understanding of the threat."

She hadn't been in the presence of Lady Gretchen since the day she had left the Temple. There had always been any number of excuses as to why she had never, in all her years of chasing opportunity, looked towards that floating monument to opportunity and chance, the Bella Starr. There had only ever been one reason.

She wouldn't have risked Sihnon just to be here with Lady Foress, as much as she would have wanted it. She would have stayed away, if not for . . .

Trap.

Well, that was always possible. We've got one too. It would just have to be better.

"They may have come because I'm here." said Christine.

Or the other way around, or whatever. All the same in the end. A plan that works, works, no matter how or why.

Sophia looked over to her, another subtle shift in focus.

"Make it fast." she said.



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Shanti
Posted: Sep 9 2012, 02:55 PM


Kaleidoscopic Girl


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Shanti ran.

The Gardens that had once invited her to take solace now seemed veiled with hidden threats.

"Damian!" He was one terrace below her, talking to a dark beauty that somehow reminded her a little of shadows and darkness, and she had to lean out to see him, the ornate concrete wall pressing into her flat belly, snagging the fabric of her dress as she called down in a voice light and unthreatening as music, "Mr. W. is requesting our presence."

Her hand gestured, hoping Damian caught the signal, and then she was running again.

Not away, to safety, but towards the only other chance she could think of to stop the threat. Xun's schematics came up on Cory's corpad, and Shanti's memory swallowed the images whole.

Armed only with the faith that their team would be behind her, she ran on hungry legs through passages left abandoned, directly towards the heart of the beast. The cloaked signal Jake had intercepted hadn't pinpointed the exact location, only the general area. Shanti raced down into the darkness until she no longer needed the glow of the corpad to guide the way. Because she could hear the sickeningly familiar cries of a dying man that led her closer until they abruptly ended in silence. She didn't want to think about what that meant.

The corridor looked like a dead end. It held several rooms, some open, some closed. The stone walls were close, sweet-scented with too much smokey incense over decades, but still echoing of damp and earth. Please, Vishnu! Where was the rest of the team? Rescuing Gretchen?

Shanti swallowed her panting breath, falling into a Chyeh's silence, wishing it were easier to mask the rustling of the dark red satin of her dress. But the silence formed the next part of her plan. She slipped the white shawl from her shoulders, and tugged at the hem until it unraveled and her hand filled with a rain of tiny pearly plastic beads.

Ducking into the shadows, she spoke calmly into the corpad, trying to sound as much like Zenobia Tildara as she could, bluffing for Weatherby's benefit alone, "This is team-leader one. In position. Drop a scatter-grenade."

Taking a deep breath, ready to flee, Shanti threw the beads as hard as she could, letting them bounce down the stone floor, helter-skelter they scattered into rooms and off stone walls, the sudden sound clattering like a hailstorm.

Shanti crouched, eyes squeezed tight, lower lip locked in her teeth. Whether it would flush out Weatherby remained to be seen. Vishnu aid me with your mercy if it does...
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Reginald Weatherby
Posted: Sep 9 2012, 04:08 PM


Batsman


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Joined: 29-November 09



What does one have to do to get attention down here? Weatherby muttered. "Fire up a gorram flare?"

He shifted his weight on the chair. It was a dramatic pose he had struck, not a comfortable one.

"Oh, rutt this rutting rot."

Stepping down from his pose, he started for the door, when he heard a woman's voice.

"This is team-leader one. In position. Drop a scatter-grenade."

"GrenruttingNADE?"

Weatherby jumped back away from the doorway as a clatter sounded in the hallway, a scattering rain of tiny projectiles. Had to be some kind of flash bangs or stunners. They'd still need information at this point, and the clatter didn't sound like effective fragmentation devices. Too small to reliably kill, too random to reliably wound. Stunners would be bad enough though, if he lost his grip on the trigger.

"Motherrutting son of a clap ridden Peresephone whore, I should have thought to . . ."

A couple of tiny, white beads rolled across the threshold, like pearls in the shadows.

Weatherby looked down at them, rolling to a halt.

"You're not going to explode at all, are you?" he thought. "Bluff. That is something I'd expect from our mystery woman."

Time to raise the curtain.

Stepping out into the hallway, his bat held casually by his side in one hand, the trigger raised in the other, its small red light pulsing in the shadows.

"If you have guns down here, I suggest you not shoot before you hear what I have to say." he said. The woman crouching in the shadows didn't seem like a tremendous threat, and it wasn't her in any case, but really, threats could come from anyone, or she could be a diversion for others nearby, beyond another door.

"You've spoiled my opening scene." he continued, evenly. "I had it all planned out, and it was quite dramatic. An actor must adapt, however. So, my point. One, is that I have gathered a reasonable amount of information on one "Marie Maguire," and should I let loose of this trigger, the corpad its connected to will send all of that information to a number of very public areas of the cortex. The second, should you now be inclined to listen instead of otherwise is that I want to make a deal."

Niska had tugged the tiger's tail once too often, and the whirlwind he had reaped had begun. The old man had never given him his due anyway, thinking him a mere thug, instead of the refined man he was. And if there was anything even a mere thug had to know, it was when the time came to sell out.
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Shanti
Posted: Oct 6 2012, 01:37 PM


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"You've spoiled my opening scene." he continued, evenly. "I had it all planned out, and it was quite dramatic. An actor must adapt, however. So, my point. One, is that I have gathered a reasonable amount of information on one "Marie Maguire," and should I let loose of this trigger, the corpad its connected to will send all of that information to a number of very public areas of the cortex. The second, should you now be inclined to listen instead of otherwise is that I want to make a deal."

Marie Maguire.

The secret words. Like a book that must never be opened, but someone dared, someone… this man… had opened the cover.

What did he really know? And how much did it really matter? Shanti muttered in stage whisper, pretending once more to speak to her invisible back-up, “Stand down. Everyone stand down.”

Shanti slid slowly up the wall at her back, stretching to her full height, letting her face emerge from the shadows. Slowly, girl, slowly. No one is here yet. No one is backing you up. The chyeh gave a shiver, let it roll up her spine. If the man wanted Cory Bell, there was one thing a Chyeh was well trained for- to give a man what he wanted.

Oh, she couldn’t pass for Cory. It was too late for that, but inside, she let her friend’s words roll over her tongue, reach into the smile that she turned towards Reginald Weatherby, murderer, monster, and so just like most other men she had ever known, “My apologies for ruining your act. I’m sure it would have been a lovely one, but I’ve never been much for the theater. Still, you have my attention. But first, two questions of my own. Don’t feel it necessary to answer. The first, do you really think if you let loose that trigger on this planet, that our jockey will let your information anywhere near the public? We have the entire Sihnon network under surveillance.”

And two, If you wanted to make a deal, why not just come to us directly? Instead of these theatrics?”


Shanti ignored the trembling in her limbs, the feeling that her body wasn't quite her own. Behind her eyes, Tamra waited, ready to take the reins. She'd slipped too close to what she had been. But the chyeh held on, letting her hidden eyes find Reginald's down the corridor.

What would Cory do?

All she had to do him stalled and talking until the others could get here. And keep his finger away from that trigger- whether it was what he said, or it was a bomb that could destroy the entire temple, or something else entirely.

Shanti smiled, the innocent smile of a child playing a game, letting her face tilt into the light, “But as long as we’re both here, you and I… Go ahead. Let’s play make a deal. We obviously have something that you want. What do you have that we could possibly want?”
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K.T. Banks
Posted: Oct 10 2012, 06:49 PM


ch-ch-ch-ch-changes


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K.T. slipped down the spiral staircase, hugging the shadowed wall, her snubby revolver pointed ahead of her in both hands. She could hear voices; Shanti and a man who was probably Weatherby, unless more people were hanging out down in the dungeons. The door at the bottom of the stairs was ajar, a heavy portal with a shutter set into it at eye level, like a dungeon door in a cortex show.

“But as long as we’re both here, you and I… Go ahead. Let’s play make a deal. We obviously have something that you want. What do you have that we could possibly want?”

At least they were talking instead of worse, but after all this, he was negotiating for something? What game was he playing? Was Niska being pressed hard enough that some of the rats were abandoning ship?

K.T. glanced around the edge of the door. Shanti's back was closer to her, then the man himself. At least he didn't have a gun out, but somehow he didn't look less menacing for the lack. Still, with both of his hands occupied with objects other than firearms, the advantage should be hers.

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Reginald Weatherby
Posted: Oct 15 2012, 07:39 PM


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Weatherby smiled, a grim excuse for one that didn't even attempt to reach his eyes.

"Oh, but I do feel the need to answer your two questions, dear, because they're not really questions at all. They're challenges, which must be answered in some way. For the first, I assume you do have someone out there on the cortex, otherwise, my little trail here might have eluded you. The real question is, do you assume I don't? Where do you suppose I got this device from anyway? In the end, it's down to how much risk you're willing to take, and in any case, it's served it's purpose, because you're talking. For the second, setting up a meeting with your employer's deadliest foes is typically referred to as "betrayal," and it's a bit frowned upon. Luring them in, when you've been tasked to hunt them down, on the other hand, is just fine, and if it just so happens that the place you lure them to is the one place you know your employer has neither eyes nor ears, well . . . what an amazing coincidence."

His bat, hanging down from one hand, tapped lightly against his leg in a casual manner.

"As for what I have that you'd want, it's information, on where to find an important person. They handle money for Niska, a lot of money, and specifically, from vice operations. Money is blood in this kind of operation. Follow it, and you will inevitably reach the heart. Now, the old man has more money people than this one, but this one is uniquely well suited. They are reclusive, very much so, in fact, and this has insulated them from the spreading gang wars that your crews have been igniting. They won't take shelter within Niska's castle walls, they're out there on their own, but without my aid, you are very unlikely to locate them, and less likely to know how to approach them, should you decide not to race in with guns blazing like the others. Also, I find it likely that it is in vice operations where your concern for Niska's operations lies."

Weatherby gestured around the shadowy space with the hand holding the trigger.

"The slave trade is atracting powerful enemies that range from the Alliance military to right here in this very edifice. I'm not talking about the poor sods who end up digging mud on rotten little moons, or working prison mines, the powers that be know all about them. I'm talking about the more sordid, underground trafficking in flesh. It's attracting crusading enemies like flies to a corpse, and frankly, it's about as pleasant. Soon, I believe, no one with any well developed sense of self preservation will want to be associated with it. It's getting bad for business, feeding these obsessions, including those of the old man himself, with his Shan Yu this and that."

He stopped and composed himself, his face dropping it's cynical sneer in favor of the nasty little smile.

"So, my deal is this. You all know you've got no chance of eliminating crime from the 'Verse, and where there is crime, someone will organize it. Knock the old man off his throne, and someone else will come along and take a seat. It's just the way it's always been, and always will be. So, I'll give you the information to send you on your way, and when you've taken the old man down, all you have to do is stay out of my way while I take over his seat. Someone is going to sit on that throne, and I assure you, if it's me, my first order of business will be to cut that gang of carnival freak show rapists loose and throw them to the dogs. I run a clean ship, old school. What's bad for business, I have no use for. Tell your people upstairs that. Let me be the Devil, and I'll kill their little demons for them."

Weatherby gestured towards the room he had come out of with his bat.

"And I'll tell you what . . . There's an undercover cop in that room. I shot him. It was my job to do it, and I don't like cops in any case, but as a gesture of goodwill and sincerity, I'll let you take him to medical attention. I know the Companions have first class facilities here, and I shot him in a way that kills slowly. Get him some help fast enough, he might live."

Weatherby smiled more broadly, the expression actually reaching his eyes, but failing to erase the malice from them.

"So, are you still interested enough to keep talking?"



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Shanti
Posted: Oct 20 2012, 09:31 PM


Kaleidoscopic Girl


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Joined: 23-June 06



ooc: everyone please keep in mind that I've been overdosing on "Once Upon A Time"...


"...Luring them in, when you've been tasked to hunt them down, on the other hand, is just fine, and if it just so happens that the place you lure them to is the one place you know your employer has neither eyes nor ears, well . . . what an amazing coincidence."


Clever, Shanti supposed, but in her experience, men like this were all liars. Did he think she was fooled? As his own smile tipped towards cruelty, Shanti’s brightened, dragging sunshine through the thick stones walls, playing Beauty to his Beast, “I assume nothing, Mister Weatherby. All ‘tex jockeys like to think they’re the best. The difference is… Ours is. But something tells me that you’re telling the truth. There were a thousand ways you could lure us here to kill without risking using yourself as bait. So, clever, yes, perhaps.”



... "So, my deal is this. You all know you've got no chance of eliminating crime from the 'Verse, and where there is crime, someone will organize it. Knock the old man off his throne, and someone else will come along and take a seat. It's just the way it's always been, and always will be. So, I'll give you the information to send you on your way, and when you've taken the old man down, all you have to do is stay out of my way while I take over his seat. Someone is going to sit on that throne, and I assure you, if it's me, my first order of business will be to cut that gang of carnival freak show rapists loose and throw them to the dogs. I run a clean ship, old school. What's bad for business, I have no use for. Tell your people upstairs that. Let me be the Devil, and I'll kill their little demons for them."

“You?” Shanti felt another smile touch her lips, again countering his cold with warmth. Did he know her? Know he was talking to the one person on Cory’s team to whom his words would be a battle cry? “Become the new lord of the Underverse? Easier said than done, but yes. Yes.” She paced a bit to the side, keeping the wall near her back, “I can see it happening. You’ve masterminded all of this, after all.” Her hands spread to indicate their surroundings, pale blue eyes seeking his cruel facade in the dim light, “None of the Tongs are willing to step out of their territories. Stone’s power is in his badge and his brutality. Lao Shi’s is his politic alliances, which I know more of than you might suspect. If you’re as clever as you make yourself out to be, you just may take Niska’s empire.”

She drew up the short sleeve of her dress, the faint light showing the pattern of blue on her left arm, “Lao Shi was my creator; my lord, my master. If what you’re saying is true, if it means seeing the end of the Chyeh trade, I would see your path to Niska’s throne laid bare and lit with lanterns to guide you with whatever influence I have. And whatever information I can give. But I won’t commit bodies to death whose only crime is obedience to their masters. When you end the Chyeh trade, what happens to us? Are we freed, given a chance to become whole? Or are we slain for the sake of secrets protected?”

The Chyeh let her sleeve drop, shaking her head, eyes clearing suddenly, “For my part, if you do as you say, I’ll keep the Raven from your path. Bai tuo, understand that we’re not a military organization. We aren’t bound by rules and regulations. The Raven flies on the wings of hate and revenge. Once our mission to free ourselves of Niska is complete, I can’t guaranty what the others may or may not do.”

... "And I'll tell you what . . . There's an undercover cop in that room. I shot him. It was my job to do it, and I don't like cops in any case, but as a gesture of goodwill and sincerity, I'll let you take him to medical attention. I know the Companions have first class facilities here, and I shot him in a way that kills slowly. Get him some help fast enough, he might live."

A cop.

Shanti felt a surge of sickness in her stomach. Was it one of theirs? Tiberius. Karl? Did it matter now? Her face betrayed nothing, her masks holding intact. Her feet held frozen, keeping her safely out of range of the bat, fighting the urge to rush to the aid of the wounded, “I have medical training. I can help him. But why should I? If I save him, won’t he become another obstacle in your path to the throne? And doesn't our deal hinge on being help, not hindrance?”
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Reginald Weatherby
Posted: Oct 22 2012, 07:16 PM


Batsman


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Joined: 29-November 09



“I have medical training. I can help him. But why should I? If I save him, won’t he become another obstacle in your path to the throne? And doesn't our deal hinge on being help, not hindrance?”

Weatherby backed off from the door, regarding her, his evil smile slipping away.

"An undercover cop who's been inside Niska's operations, even to a small degree, is more valuable to you on your mission than he'd be to his bosses, reporting on my crimes. All you'd have to do is keep him occupied. Once I've taken the throne, he can talk all he wants. By that time, I'll be too big for the Alliance to bother with attempted murder charges. If I can't protect myself from one more cop who doesn't like me, why am I even here? As for the secrets . . ."

Weatherby's eyes narrowed, but his evil grin didn't return.

"They're freaks, but rich and powerful freaks. Given the chance, they'd do whatever they could to unseat me and return the throne to a new benefactor. The only way to cut loose from them is to destroy them completely, so, no secrets wil be preserved. I'll be setting fire to all their houses, ploughing them under, and salting the ground. It will be generations before anyone dares to try stepping back into those shoes. You're not a threat. You can go and do whatever you please."

"Besides . . ." he thought, the ghost of his smile returning briefly like a cold breeze, exposing all those secrets and laying ruin to all those fortunes would do far more than upset the proverbial apple cart, it would roll it off a cliff and send it tumbling into the rocks and the surf below. There would be chaos, and what better backdrop for a new king of crime than chaos everywhere but the one organization that was prepared for what was coming: his own. in the time it took for all those power vacuums to be filled and order to reassert itself, organized crime could have insinuated it's grasp into places it never could have gotten into before. Blue Sun, The Church, The Alliance, why if the rumors from the last High Mass, where Niska's enemies grew bold enough to strike at him directly, were true, if that certain girl was actually there . . . why, even the mighty Prime Minister himself could find his house on fire. Control Niska's empire? With properly placed puppets, he could emerge from the chaos effectively controlling it all.

Weatherby flipped the switch on the trigger grip and the red light went out. He dropped it into his jacket pocket.

"Bothersome thing." he said, the brief ghost of a smile faded away.

He reached into his other pocket, and brought out the corpad not connected to the trigger cable.

"I wouldn't have thought you one of them." he said. "Given who you're with, I would have guessed Companion training."

He opened up the corpad one handed and tapped away at it with his thumb. It emitted a soft chirp. Then, he turned the small screen to face Shanti. On it was a capture of a woman with long, dark hair and a round, slightly pudgy and pouty face, sitting up in a bed with a white painted iron headboard, the sheets drawn up around her. Her lack of clothing, the tousled look of her hair, and the languidly amused expression she wore gave the impression of very recent sexual activity. She was Caucasian, her age anywhere from mid twenties to mid thirties, depending on whether she appeared old or young for her age. The image shifted to the same woman standing on a street corner outside, on a dusty street one might recognize as running along the Eavesdown docks, wearing a corseted dress too tight for her slightly heavy frame, her ample chest straining at the edges of her red brocaded décolletage, her hair piled and pinned up elaborately.

These were taken five years ago." he said, his voice flat and clipped compared to the expansive glee of his evil monologue. "She was a prostitute on Persephone. Not a Companion, just an ordinary prostitute. Someone, I suppose, few would notice missing."

The image shifted to a closeup of her face, an expression that hinted at mischief plotted and secrets hidden away but hinted at for those who might earn them.

"Have you seen her?"

He hoped the answer was no.

Destruction was always more efficient if pursued impersonally. Or at least relatively so.

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Shanti
Posted: Oct 25 2012, 10:20 PM


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"I wouldn't have thought you one of them." he said. "Given who you're with, I would have guessed Companion training."

Shanti shrugged, pretending nonchallance. Did she believe him? The Chyeh would be a casualty of his war, either way, "Same game, different rules. Only difference is being chosen or making the choice, isn't it?"

She tensed as he reached into his pocket, taking a quick glance behind her. Where were the others? If he was telling the truth, maybe it didn't matter. Her shoulders eased as he came up with nothing more than a corpad, which he turned so that she could see the screen.

These were taken five years ago. She was a prostitute on Persephone. Not a Companion, just an ordinary prostitute. Someone, I suppose, few would notice missing."

Shanti shook her head. Nothing about the woman was familiar, "I'm sorry. I was sold six years ago and my owner kept me... very close ... until I escaped three years later. My contact with other chyeh was limited to The High Masses. I don't recognize her, but if Lao Shi had her..." Shanti paused, tongue strangling briefly on the miles of secrets wrapped around her throat, "You might not either. He's big on..." One hand rose despite herself, touching her reformed cheekbones, continuing with chagrin, "alterations."

"I wish I could help." Or did she? Did she know anymore whether she was helping for good or aiding the powers of destruction that welled in this man like the still heat before a Jinye tornado-front? Did it matter anymore? "Time is short," She told Weatherby suddenly, "The rest of my team is on the way, and they aren't particularly skilled in the gentle arts. Do we have a deal?" And now her face cut into a mischievous smile, "Tit for tat ? What you know, plus the cop in there, if we can save him, in exchange for staying out of your way, along with whatever knowledge I can give you of Lao Shi and his allies?"
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Reginald Weatherby
Posted: Jan 3 2013, 11:04 PM


Batsman


Group: NPC
Posts: 9
Member No.: 1,030
Joined: 29-November 09



"Yes. I can accept that."

Weatherby dropped his own cor-pad back into his pocket. He deftly wrapped the trigger cable around the other one and offered it to Shanti.

"What I know is on here." he said. "Along with all the information I gathered on Marie Maguire. I'm afraid it really isn't all that much, but all I needed was the name and a detail or two to sell it."

His eyes were like ice as he smiled.

"I harbor no illusions of being a good man." he said. "I am as black as coal. But I'm not a fool, and a man who wants the power to make deals must be willing to honor them. You're safe now, at least from me. I, however, fear I have overstayed my non-existent welcome in this place, and I must be on my way. I trust your friend with the gun in the doorway behind you won't shoot me in the back as I leave."

So saying, he bowed slightly, them turned and walked away down the hallway into the shadows, his shoes ringing against the stone on his way to the hidden door he had entered through.

Even the dungeon-like halls of the Dark Room seemed brighter and less menacing in his absence.

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