Main Sim - Eventide on The Cyrano

Posted Aug. 20, 2019, 3:20 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) (Amber DeSadier)

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Eventide on The Cyrano

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Isabel Delaney (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Eventide on The Cyrano

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Eventide on The Cyrano

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Eventide on The Cyrano
As Isabel awoke there were the sounds of a heated argument going on. She was inside a small ship at warp, glowing lights lit up the forms of three women.

Isabel woke slowly, a hazy awareness that became reality. She didn’t move, but her eyes took in the scene. Her mind desperately tried to catch up. She had been lunging towards the alternate Kaylee when … nothing. Her memory was blank. Something must have happened to get her here and where here was was a mystery. It was a small ship, she guessed, and travelling in the smoothness of warp. No doubt they were far from the Athena and that meant she was in quite a bit of trouble.

“You told me there would be no casualties!” Iliana Ghemor was rubbing her forehead ridges in agitation.

Her green eyes fell on Iliana Ghemor. That exasperated statement sounded… not good. Was anyone hurt on the Athena? Or was she herself in deadly danger. She finally was able to feel the bindings around her wrist and grimaced. She would test them in a minute. First she wanted to hear more before she was discovered to be awake.

Kaylee looked at her disdainfully with dead eyes “When you hired us, you knew what you were getting and you knew how we operate. If they’d let us leave peacefully there wouldn’t be any casualties, it’s on them”.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

OOC bump for Isabel :-) PS I forgot to mention you’re tied up… Ian

Us. Us meant more people. There was no one around on the small ship, but she didn’t know its layout. Well, only time would tell. What she needed was information and maybe she could keep Ghemor talking in her frantic state. She groaned and moved to sit up. Keeping her speech slurred to feign grogginess, she asked. “So like, was this some kind of shakedown of yer buddies back there, or am I mistaken?”

Delaney, Sec

Ghemor looked at her and gritted her teeth. “There are things that simply must happen, I…”

Kaylee cut her off viciously, “Don’t moralize, it makes my teeth ache.” Turning to Isabel she continued, “The fact is the Cardie here hired us to kidnap her and take her to Rura Penthe to spark up an interplanetary incident and you were just the added bonus that had to interfere”.

Ah, so that was the game. Isabel nodded, understanding. She pursed her lips and scratched her neck, looking from Ghemor to Kaylee and back again. This is going to be fun, she thought sarcastically to herself. *Christ on a bike! Fine job I did back there, getting myself into this guff.”

The other woman moved to show that she had a blaster in her hand that was trained on Isabel’s supine form, she was blonde like Kaylee but older and she moved with the studied deadly grace of a viper. Her voice was dead. like dry grass in the wind. “It’s thanks to you that I had to blast our way out of the shuttle bay, you’ll be good for some insurance in case that pretty ship of yours catches up, but after that, you’re deader than the skin under my nails so enjoy your last moments of life Irish.”

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Isabel knew the kind of woman this Kaylee was. Dangerous. Even if the blaster had not been aimed in her direction with such a keen eye, Izzy would have known she was in hot water. Still, she was Irish as Kaylee so delicately put. She looked at Ghemor sardonically, “That one suffers from a double-dose of original sin, I’ll tell ye, but are ye alright with killin’ me for no good reason after all this is done? I thought you were the one who hired her.” She threw her thumb out towards Kaylee.

Delaney, Sec

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