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He halts behind Echo, almost bumping into his friend. It's not a bad sign, that you don't try to jump Echo. If everyone is leaving it to the one guy... well, it's still a very nasty one guy.

You get a polite nod back, because pissing off people is not on his itinerary.

moving from the girl and the Master...larl hurried off to fetch another bowl of water but not before grabbing the empty bowl at her side

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Look, that tall building was a giant steel cage, and they were definitely going to find cybernetic gorillas inside. Corporate gorillas, the worst kind.

She picked up her pace to catch up and then walk alongside you, with space for Peregrine P. Olveira on your other flank.

Naturally, given she was wearing organic arms today and nothing with hidden blades or garrotes or lethal kit, IRIDIA also passed the security gate.

The large Corporate lobby was home to a multitude of interests though the one they were here for certainly had a larger proportion of space than others. Expensive greenery decorated this bottom hall and a glowing directory was integrated into an abstract onyx sculpture-and-fountain that decorated the middle of the wide open space, doing a funky thing with the holographic display where it would look, to each observer, to be facing them in specific from emitters hidden within the vaguely crystalline, vaguely spire-like centerpiece.

It's there that she was looking when the wide-brimmed hat of Rex Bozeman interrupted her reverie.

A glance over, the duster and cigarette and the huge gun — wait, if he's allowed to be armed in here it must mean he has privileged access. Perhaps a hunter of some repute or security official or something?

She remembered to stop gawking and proceeded towards a lift.

her jaw moves to give a big yawn, she feels the fatique of last night's actions creeping from her body, knowing she'll have more water, inches her body down to lay flat, as sleep again soothingly catches her

l/p

His business not with the slave, her nodded to her, then turned back to the other.

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Only almost? Yeah, that's fair. He feels ridiculous, but also, he'd rather stay anonymous. Anonymity is his primary safety measure.

"I've got the more general threat assessment protocols running, but uh - I kind of assume just about everyone is going to be armed and dangerous." A little shrug.

"I suspect we can learn a lot from this. Between the lot of us, we have, um, considerable resources." Not the monetary kind, mind you.

Echo Fenix -

You get a nod of agreement. "I'm willing to, um, donate my time for them, if that's helpful in negotiating." As Cell.0.phane, obviously. Perry is just a guy.

A little bounce on the balls of his feet, trying to dispel some of the nerves.

"I will be," he assures, because he really will be. It can all be shut down with a thought.

He'll fall into step behind you, easily passing the 'No Weapons' test by having none.

"If this works, um, you won't need it." It's a correction, because Cell.0.phane definitely has bounties on him. Just, no one knows who to hunt down.

larl hearing the request...assured her she would get more water...larl rubbed her hair a moment before slipping away towards the wagon

wwould Master care for a drink too?

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Echo gets knocked back a step. Eyes furious behind his googles. His mouth hangs open for a few moments before he shuts it. Watching the back of your head as you walk away.

"Pinche pendejo." Said once you're a ways off.

Echo's 24 years old. Had a decent kill count. Hardly a kid.

He's in a very anti-Bounty Hunter mood right now.

The Thassa had calmed and the white tops now were but a gentle swirl across the greens,how long she knelt their with his head upon her silken thighs she had no clue as he drifted in and out of that place deep within one's concious state,her small hand soothing his thrashing when something was disturbing that calm that he so desperately needs to let's his body recover from the ordeal that just occurred.

He had slain that beast that had caused such destruction, how many had been lost she did not know but He had saved as many as possibly.

The deck had dried with the breeze and when they wished to move him she hissed..
Here he was comfortable and she could watch over his body as he rested ,a fur had been brought up from below and she gently laid it over him ,the red fire of his hair splashed out across her pale flesh was a stark contrast as she dabbed at the cut over his brow with a damp cloth, from below occasionally she would hear a high pitch voice calling out to Him,asking what was happening and demanding to be let out but djinn was solely focused on her Master knowing that He was strong and virle and one of the most dangerous men to walk on Gor and expecting at any ihn the fur would be cast aside and once more his impressive stature would be pounding the deck shouting out orders , until then she would continue to cradle his head and ensure his body is warm.

larl hearing bootsteps behind her...turned to see an outrider next to her...

Greetings Master

sojourn

not knowing when she could get another cup of water asks if she could get this slave another please

Dark eyes scanned the Ubar's meeting area near the central fire, then settled upon the newly branded slave still roped to the wheel. Approaching, he stopped before her waiting for her to acknowledge him.

Score: 0 points on Full House

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Reloading dice from saved data.

Found data from roll: 3

[3,3,4,3,3]

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The doors open and he's stepping out.
Head down.
Cigarette smoke billowing out from his nostrils.
Leather duster. Real, no synth.
Armor covers his torso, shoulders, and legs. Both hands are fully chromed.
And a massive, 8-shot revolver hanging from his hip.

He shoulder checks Echo Fenix. Looking up and blinking a few times. Scanning.
Not his bounty.
Richter's problem.

"Watch it, kid." Pure Lone Star Republic accent coating his words.

A nod to Peregrine P. Olveira. And then a more courteous smile and lift of his hat to IRIDIA.

You all didn't look like bounty hunters. Which meant only one thing...

"Good luck in there." Said with a smirk as he stepped off into the night.

Following concrete and asphalt to his next payday.

watching as she lifted her head back allowing me to take a look at it...there was a bit of dried blood just inside the nostril but it looked really good...not as swelled today as it was last night..thats good

i spoke to her of my examination, hoping it wasn't to sore as i had to move her nose around a little bit

have you been watered as well?. larl can fetch You a bowl if Your out

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Echo's in that overly determined zone. Bordering between reckless and level-headed. Whatever it took to get this done, he would get it done. A logical approach to solving a problem. But if they wanted him to fight a cybernetic gorilla in a steel cage...he might say yes.

"I'm sure this won't be easy." He shrugs. Fingers twitching as he steps past you and towards the doors you just exited from. "But I've got double my bounty ready to pay if they want it. Along with any small favors they need." Cold and logically stated. He's prepared. Maybe he should've brought them all hoverboards as gifts. Hope they hit themselves in the nads while doing an ollie or a kickflip.

His tech suit was de-weaponized. Everything depleted of ammo, shut down, folded up. The only reason he wore it here...he could mechanically weaponize it in a few seconds if need be.

"Let's go." He wants to get this over. Before Haven wakes up. Hopefully, he can deliver good news.

A turn to Peregrine P. Olveira as the doors detect Echo, scan him, and then start to slide open. Apparently, his defanged tech-armor passed the 'No Weapons Allowed' test.

"Bueno. Just be careful."

A pause before he steps into the building.

"If this works, we might not even need it. So don't get killed over it." Bounties gone. No worry about bounty hunters.

Unless...you had some of your own?

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It was almost endearing to see that their combined nerves were reflecting on you, given you being tall and — oh my god, the glasses.

"No that makes sense, we can use all the help that we can get — especially given how much of this is gonna be unknown until we get into these talks, have some clue as to the kind of rat's-maze that The Guild is going to, maybe, put down as an obstacle. Echo has already proven he's resilient against typical hunters, and that escalation has got to hit some kind of limit…"

And she veered from empirical to speculative as she pulled her purse as if to grab a smoke, and then paused and decided against it. "…it's just numbers, gambling, expected value and odds or whatever. M-Maybe we prove that continuing to sink resources into strong-arming Echo isn't gonna get them what they want, and make an attractive counter-offer or something like that. All these negotiating tactics should be valuable data for you to collect…"

IRIDIA took in a deep breath and turned back toward the building.