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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Viktyr Gehrig" data-source="post: 1256915" data-attributes="member: 9249">In orbit around Grith, in the Corrivale system: Rex frowned and shook his head at the fourth plan his crewmates had come up with for extracting the sesheyans. "VoidCorp ain't a bunch of fools. We can't just walk in empty-handed and walk out with a handful of their assassin freaks." He downed the rest of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  Nails bristled at him under her mask. "They're not freaks. They're sentient beings and under VoidCorp, they're slaves."  Rex glared at her for a second. "Just what the hell's your deal, anyway? Other than Deakon vouching for you, we don't know anything about you. You don't tell us anything, you're always sneaking around, and you're always wearing that weird-ass mask." He opened another beer. "What's with the mask, anyway? Slugged-up mug?" Nails started to object, but Zero interrupted. "What he wants to know is, query: Are you a professional wrestler?" Nails just crossed her arms angrily and leaned back in her chair.  Deakon cleared his throat and tried to defuse the situation. "Let's focus on the mission, guys. We're on a timetable." He cleared the display panel. "How about we give VoidCorp a reason for our presence." He turned to the t'sa. "Sammy, you and Zero forge some product orders from this warehouse here..." Deakon pointed to a spot on the planetary map. "... and we'll pick up the sesheyans while we're loading up our cargo holds with free electronics." Rex frowned again. "So we'd have a cargo hold full of stolen VoidCorp property and a half-dozen dangerous killers on board. Maybe we oughtta paint a bullseye on the hull of the ship while we're at it." Samuel smiled. "I like the plan, Deakon. We could use the extra cash to upgrade the ship, and buy some cyberware, and that new autodoc they've been advertising..." Deakon held up a hand to quiet him. "Zero? You like it?" The aleerin nodded, already planning how to fake the neccessary electronic forms. Deakon then turned to Nails. "What do you think? This work for you, too?" She nodded agreement. "Fine then," Rex grumbled. "I'll just make you sure you all don't get yourselves killed." He took another long drink from his beer and stared at the display screen. Samuel skittered towards Engineering with Zero in tow and started forging the necessary financial information and purchase orders; Deakon walked back to the cockpit, leaving Rex and Nails alone to glower at each other over the display screen in the lounge. As Samuel reached the lift down to Engineering, Deakon stuck his head back into the lounge and yelled, "And Sammy, pick up some red paint. I like the whole 'target' idea." Three days later, when they made their connection with the ferry to VoidCorp space, they were relieved to get away from each other for awhile.</blockquote>

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