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Ron's Adventure (working title)
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A soft warm light shown in through the slats on the coutyard's domed covering. The steady chunking of the rover guards around the building and the hum of electrified fences was a soothing and peaceful sound to Vord. The relaxing environment though wasn't enough to make up for the utter bullshittery he was having to deal with at the moment. He hated the idea of letting prisoners leave his building, even for the war effort. The only thing that gave him even the slightest bit of satisfaction in all this, was his freind promising that most of them wouldn't make it out of the war alive. He tried to smooth his feathers and mood as said friend, Advan, argued with the High Intelengencer, or.. provisian Harbinger. Well whatever he was going by now, he was just a glorified errend boy in Vord's mind.Â
"I just don't see why this is necessary." Jabe argued, his usually jovial face twisted into a grim expression of stubborn determination.
"It's necessary, Intelligencer, because they are pirates. If we don't take this precaution they will simply fly off and leave us all to die. This is the only logical solution I can think of. Other than, of course, not using them in the war effort."
"I don't see any logic, Admiral. You're suppose to be a strategist."
Vord looked away for a second. He could tell that line pissed Advan off to no end. He could hear his wings flair out in hardly controlled rage at the insinuation.
"The blasted things could go off unintentionally in the docking bay! Taking the whole pirate fleet out before they even board a ship. I fail to see how that is stra-"
"Then they should stay in prison where they belong." Advan cut him off. "They've made their choices in life and they can rot for them."
Vord cleared his throat, though he would have loved to watch the two of them come to blows over it, there were still guests present and coming around the corner after their tour. Both men turned to glare at him and he gestured to the hallway.
"We have company."
The guests consisted mostly of representatives from the powers vying for Harbinger, the position the Intelligencer Jabe was currently filling in a temporary capacity. For the most part they were all doing their best to pretend they hadn't overheard the conversation.
Two guest stood out from the rest. Figuratively, for not being in the running for Harbinger, but also literally as they were much taller than the rest. One a blue chiuov with a very sour looking face, and the other a pink benuov who was puffing up angrily as she looked over at the three of them.Â
The representatives from the Entertainment Guild didn't seem to care in the slightest, though they were rather good at ignoring possible violence. While the representatives from the HDC seemed mostly busying themselves with chatting, though one of them was doing her best to avoid eye contact with the tall chiuov, while also continuously trying to catch glimpses of him.
The only guest, aside from the very tall pair, that couldn't seem to hide their distaste of what they heard, was the heavy set dejuvi representing the Miner's Guild.
Advan pulled his wings in with a snap and turned to greet the guests.
"I take it your tour was uneventful?" He locked eyes with the sour chiuov for an uncomfortable moment before looking over the rest of them.
"This conversation is over Baird, you're not getting your way." The temporary Harbinger glared daggers into the back on the Admiral's head before turning to the group himself. He went instant from grimly serious to ecstatic at seeing one of the guests, though.
"Eee! Jloria! Its been too long!" He swept past the Admiral and his stiff greetings to go scoop the uncomfortable looking HDC rep up in a hug. "Terrible place, isn't it?"
Ronwea stepped back when the man jumped into the group to hug on one of them. She gave him abit of a glare, then looked back at the other one that was called Baird.
"I like to smack him with my wrench." She muttered under her breath to the chiuov next to her.
"Ah yes, because violence is the most assured way to assist Coar." He rolled his bulgy eyes in unmasked distain. "Perhaps we can set the place on fire while we're at it."
Advan didn't hear what the woman had muttered over the sounds of the other guests chatting about how the tour went. But he could clearly hear Clarroi's response. He focused on her, wondering who she was and why she looked familiar.Â
She looked at Clarroi, a little shocked at his suggestion. She opened her mouth then closed it as she actually looked like she was considering it. "That sounds excessive, but... they can't really make him go back if it isn't here..."
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Clarroi gave an stilted sigh and rubbed his head as if it was starting to hurt.
"Forgive me, I have, quite wrongly, assumed Coar's stories of your disposition to be fabrication on his part, as the boy is fond of exaggeration. It is for the best you are as you are, I suppose, as he may become displeased with me if I were to upset you." He didn't feel the need to explain to her that he was mocking her desires by magnifying them himself, it seemed a pointless endeavor.
"Perhaps we can find more civil means with which to express our dissatisfaction for Baird's idiotic scheming?"
"Perhaps we can find more civil means with which to express our dissatisfaction for Baird's idiotic scheming?"
As the rest of the crowd swept through, taking the Harbinger(temp) with them, Advan managed to get a hand on both the stand outs, preventing them from going further with the rest. He had a hand firmly on Ron's shoulder, and managed to get the old man by the wrist. He didn't say anything as the rest of the crowd continued on, leaving just the three of them and Vord.
"Who are you and why where you allowed on this tour?" He hissed at Ron once they were relatively alone. "Answer before I arrest you for attempted arson."
"Get off of me." She snarled, pinching the back of his hand hard to let him go adding a twist for good measure. "You're one to talk! You should be arrested yourself for suggesting what we overheard!" Ron glared down her beak at him, fluffing up more.
Adavn increased the pressure on her shoulder, letting Clarroi go so he could focus on the interloper. "Who are you, and why are you here?" He asked again, ignoring her retort. "Only pirates and pirate lovers would care what happens to pirates, so what one are you?"
"Ah yes, as those are the only types of people who value the lives of others. Very forward thinking of you Baird."Â
"I will get to you when I'm ready, Doctor." He snapped, in no mood to be interrupted by snide remarks.
She wasn't liking how much he was rough handling her, so much so she resorted to pecking him next as she screeched, "I'm someone who's going to give you a piece of her mind! Unhand me now, or I'll reprogram all those rovers into doing spinnies out the windows and trample your precious flower gardens!" She shoved at him, ready to deck him if it came down to it.
"Those would be my flowers." Vord spoke up, wondering if he'd get to see fisticuffs after all.
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"As much as I enjoy this display; which is to say, not at all; I would rather get on with this. I do have work to get back to. Miss.. ah.. hrm.. I can't say I know your name actually. Coar always did prefer silly nicknames I'd rather not repeat. Regardless. If you two could calm your, undoubtedly strong, tempers, for but a moment, so that we could all go about our day I would, most likely, appreciated it, I suppose."
Clarroi rambled on, not heading Adavn's warnings to keep himself quiet.
"It would seem you mistook my, quite clear, sarcasm for an actual threat on this facility. And while I don't usually make it a policy to explain myself, I fear in this instance it may be necessary, as the two of you are obviously too dense to figure it out on your own, at least not without pecking each others eyes out first, and I would much rather go see my son now than place them back in your seemingly hollow skulls."
She calmed down a tick remembering why they were here, which then made her twice as mad thinking of them harming her Beau. It was interesting to watch her feathers reflect this mood change, smoothing out then puffing back just as quickly.
"Oh, the mechanic." Adavn eased up on Ron slightly, now knowing she were there to fix things and not set them on fire.. supposedly. "I'm Admiral Adavn Baird, this facility, as well as your ability to enter or leave it, is under my jurisdiction. I'm sure Warden Jevercon wouldn't mind making accommodations for you here if you'd rather stay..."
Vord chuckled at that, he'd love nothing more than locking up one more pirate.
Now that she wasn't being latched onto she moved closer to Clarroi's side, giving Adavn a squinty eyed glare. "Do you make it a habit of locking up innocent bystanders? If my standards for the government wasn't so low already I'd say you've cleared out any it had left."
"Hardly anything innocent about helping pirates, assuming you aren't one yourself." Adavn looked down his beak at her, or.. well he would if she wasn't so tall. "You certainly sound like a pirate with that comment. What is your name?"
"Ronwea." She answered tersely. "You label everyone you dislike a pirate?"
"It is his default setting, in my experience." Clarroi sighed and rubbed his temples again. "One might be lead to believe he is part colossi with the shear amount of incessant screaming he is capable of. Now if is isn't to much trouble, could we get on with it?"
Adavn took a moment to calm himself down. He wasn't going to let them rile him up, he had important things to do today. He pulled out his pocketometer and made a note of her name. "Ronwea.. and your last name?" He ignored the old man's blather the best he could, he was just so very skilled at getting under his skin.
"I don't really use it, so not much use giving you it." She answered in a matter of fact tone. Looking at Clarroi she asked, "You know where he is at? Or are we going to need directions?"
"We will need directions." Clarroi informed her as he looked about. "I'm sure once the admiral is done with his ranting he'll order a random guard to escort us to Coar's cell. Perhaps we could locate one ourselves and save us the time and headache of dealing with him."
It was very difficult not to loose his temper at the two of them, he was the one getting a headache from all this. "I need your name for the records or the only place you'll be escorted is out."
She looked like for a moment she was going to argue with him, but instead she gave a sigh and said "What was it again?" Genuinely she couldn't remember off the top her head, she wasn't lying when she said she never used her last name.
"Cazzian? Cazzi? No yeah it's Cazzian."
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