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Burning Skies Saloon
Papa Paradox:
--DLTC HQ--
Jen and Paradox sat in a meeting hall, John radioed in from The Arashi League. John started off, "I've talked to a couple of the city states within the league, they want guns and ships... a lot of them"
"How many?" Papa said in a voice as thick as mud.
There was a brief pause over the radio, "Uh, 7500 bolt actions, as for ships they we're looking at 10 galleons and 25 pyramidions"
"Done. Jen import the Galleons from Yesha, we'll build the Pyra's... In 6 months they'll have their army." Papa was concise in his statement.
"Sir, there's no way that'll be that profitable." Jen seriously questioned his decision.
"It's not supposed to be, we want them to harass The Guild, it's an investment." Papa said assertively.
--Saloon.--
Papa walked in, drawing the looks of the bar, Althea startled by the huge mechanical presence drew her guns.
"Ah fer flak sake, every time there's a new pair of ovaries it tries to kill me."
Honeybadger:
Honeybadger and Dylan proceed down the back streets of Anvala until they reach a den of mercenaries and assassins and both. Honeybadger finishes of his Cigarillo and stomps it out.
Honeybadger
"Alright we're here." That cigar tasted really fucking bitter.
Honeybadger and Dylan walk into the tattered room. Along with a bar there was a card table set up as well where men with tattoos cheated against men with tattoos. They were being eyed by everyone as they entered the room. The draft caught under their 'loaned' dusters. They tipped their hat over their faces and proceeded to the bar, eventually everyone continued what they were doing.
Barkeep
"What can I do you for?"
Honeybadger leans on the counter
Honeybadger
"We're looking for Bass."
Everyone in the room looked at them dropping everything they were doing just to stare at them
Barkeep
"THE Bass?"
Honeybadger nods
Barkeep
"I'm afraid he is mourning the death of his ten cousins right now."
Honeybadger and Dylan look at each other and frown underneath their dusters
Honeybadger
"We're the priests he ordered."
The barkeep looked at Honeybadger and Dylan. He let them past, They didn't look like priests but if they came to comfort Bass then they wouldn't look much like a preacher. Honeybadger put his hands together and bowed slightly to the barkeep as they walked into the back room.
They went into the back room and found a man sitting at his desk with a bottle of whiskey and a gun. As Honeybadger walked in it set him off and cause him to start to reach for his gun, being drunk he stumbled and missed grabbing it, Honeybadger and Dylan took this situation to pull their own.
Bass
"Do you know who I am?"
Honeybadger nodded and pulled his hat up from his face
Honeybadger
"William Bass, I know exactly who you are. Do you happen to know who I am?"
William looked like he had seen a ghost when he saw Honeybadgers face
William Bass
"Wha-w-w-what... T-t-t- Trinity?"
Honeybadger rolls his eyes
Honeybadger
"As of recent it's Honey the Kid, this is Dylan Thakery."
William looks at both of them terrified.
William Bass
"I'm sorry I sent my cousins after you! I HAD NO CHOICE! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
Honeybadger sighs and rolls his eyes again
Honeybadger
"What good would you be to us dead? Besides I need you to tell me who hired you?"
William looks around the room to check for anyone else
William Bass
"Ok, listen. There are three families that are after you right now. The Riggs, my own family, and..."
Honeybadger cocks his gun
Honeybadger
"Come on then..."
William gulps
William Bass
"Well... The Yeshan family. Some Yeshan admiral runs it, His name is Qiao Huang..."
Honeybadgers eyes widen
Honeybadger
He fucking found me
Dylan got very grim
Dylan
"Fuck me..."
Honeybadger
"Alright Will, how about this. I'll let you live..."
William sighs relieved
Honeybadger
"You just need to do a little dusting for us."
William looks confused, Dylan and Honeybadger look at each other devilishly.
Plasmarobo:
--Saloon--
Plasma eyes the drink, before draining half of it in a single swig. His eyes water and he coughs. But only once.
Then he slams his fist down on the bar repeatedly and exhales in a wheezing, burnt sort of way.
Plasma
"Hell- *erk* -hell of a kick, that stuff."
He glares at the drink as if challenging it to a duel. Grabs the mug roughly, and dumps the rest down his throat.
He turns to the Admiral, straightens slightly and gives a sort of casual salute. He listens carefully to the conversation between Jun'ko and Althea.
Plasma
"Honestly, I understand most Elites rarely get to set foot out in the sky. Guess you're the lucky exception."
Althea turns to the Ensign, arching an eyebrow in condescension.
Althea
"Oh? And why is that?"
Plasma holds his palms up and shrugs.
Plasma
"Didn't mean to offend. I became an officer expressly to avoid being stuck on solid ground. And now look what duty I've drawn: Searching the port, running errands. I swear it's as if Captain Verra had some reason to...well, she's a fine captain."
The drink is starting to creep into him now. Face flushing, words becoming just a tiny bit unsteady.
He pushes the mug back and turns to Yiski
Plasma
"Sorry Commander, that's strong stuff. I think I better slow down a bit, less I unbecome... do things unbecoming an officer."
He whirls as Papa enters.
Plasma
"Good god man! What the flak are you!?"
Honeybadger:
-Saloon-
Honeybadger enters the saloon under the cloak of the duster, half the people didn't realize it was him until one of the patrons tried to pull a gun on him, naturally he pulled it first, they say if you blink you miss it. He was fast all right. Everyone was silent and staring him down, then new patrons and Papa either saw this as amusement or just confusion. But most everyone including Yiski were staring him down ready to reach for their pistols or rifles.
He tipped his hat off of his face to reveal his very kind and smiling face, he was having a hell of a time. Where as everyone wanted to kill him and continue their day.
Honeybadger
"Before you think of shooting me, consider the last bunch of men who did the same. But still, I think you should hear me out before you do anything."
Everyone lets their guard down slowly except Papa who was still chilling and sipping on his drink.
Honeybadger motions for Dylan to come through the door. He came with a gagged man with tied up hands and a blindfold. Honeybadger turned back to the patrons who were now confused as to why he had a tied up sweaty guy in the saloon.
Honeybadger
"Ladies and Gentlmen, the man who sent the goons to kill me. But more importantly, the man who sent them to shoot up the bar."
The tied up man started to panic and wiggle while groaning until Dylan knocked him out.
Honeybadger
"So how was you day hmm? Shit day? Buying furniture? I've been fucking saving the streets and busting out of jail. No need to thank me."
Yiski started to reach under the counter
Honeybadger
"Before you consider doing anything I should point out that this man is worth over 10,000 gold. I think they call him the Typhoon of Anvala. And I'm almost positive he had something to do with the attacks that happened a couple weeks ago. Hell, might have been involved in the kidnapping of Yiski. His brother owns the Bass gang that owns a good chunk of this city underground. Plus, don't think I don't have an escape plan..."
Honeybadger holstered his gun and sat down at the nearest table and took the downtime to reach into his coat pocket and light up a Cigarillo.
BdrLineAzn:
Still eyeing once in a while at Athena BdrLine answers to Honeybadger.
"Umm Badger, we already figured out who was behind the Anvala attack and I highly doubt a criminal family would want to kidnap Yiski over here. And I believe that he city have a warrant for your arrest. And you standing here with a gun pointing at us, some of the most highly trained individuals, is not helping your cost. Granted you napped a bounty."
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