18+ Shadow Station

[Baneloth]

Derek grabbed his helmet and slammed it down over his head as the shriek grew to unbearable levels. His helmet protected his ears, but others weren't so lucky, and fled from the bar, screaming or howling in pain. Marek turned on his heel, headed outside, and the roar of a jet pack. The noise died down, and his fellow hunter returned, and pointed a gloved hand at him. "We can argue over who the bigger man is later. In the meantime, you'd best grab your gear. Whatever that is, it can't be good for any of us."

He nodded, returning to the bar and grabbing his shatter rifle. Blackstars were in the streets, trying to restore order to the panicked civvies. He checked the readiness levels of his concussion missiles, and flame thrower, before nodding, satisfied. He took a position near the door, rifle at the ready. Half expecting...what? He didn't know, exactly. Marek was obviously just as confused, questioning the Blackstar mercenary that had been in the bar when the noise started.

 

[Valin Oakthorn]

Xzavier had just nodded in responce to the woman when a terrible shriek came out across the bar, a glass shard flew by his head to which he returned his mask to his face and dawned his hood. He sat there, his night vision on causing a slight red tint to the world around him and strong heat signatures from each person. Throughout the panic, Xzavier sat still and silent, taking in the sound. He had seen much worse during the war, and had even caused things similar to this. There was an odd essence to this sound though, something that Xzavier chose to ignore.

Things eventually settled down, and watched as a bounty hunter questioned the altmer worriedly. This didn't surprise Xzavier, bounty hunters are rare to know true pain and evil. Xzavier had heard the screams of a man who begged to kill his entire family in exchange for his life, there was little that could top that in the assassin's mind.

Xzavier stood up, revealing his stature caused by the jaguar man in his blood, his dark cloak wrapping around his feet. His rifle was hung around his shoulder, which didn't quite seem to be the case with the rest of the bars armed people. "So the tortured person decided to mix up her screaming schedule. This can't be too much cause for alarm can it?" He said, interjecting and bringing himself into the conversation. Xzavier was in no place to decide whether it was or wasn't a dangerous situation, but he wasn't one to panic without reason.

 

[The OP3RaT0R]

Avidius silently set to getting out of the crashed lift, taking note that the doors had been opened a crack by the elevator's rough stop, and then forcing the doors open with his hands. The floor he found himself on showed the effects of the explosion that had slowed his ascent, with the lights flickering and the metal walls blackened. A few guards lay dead from the blast, one still dying of an imprecise plasma shot. Avidius passed him by, hearing faint traces of footsteps racing up the archaic stairwell. The Redguard gave chase, reaching the top floor in a moment and, spotting the one open door on the level, locating his target.

Avidius turned the corner into the open room with his rifle at the ready, finding a lanky young Imperial engaged in a standoff with the target, a marker on his HUD confirming the man, in Avidius' view a subhuman, to be the target. The distraction turned the Imperial's head, and Avidius shot the target dead. The Imperial flinched, and in a second, Avidius was on the young man. "W-what do you think you're doing, p-poaching my kill?"

"Poaching... your... kill?" Avidius growled from behind his opaque glass visor. "Do you even know who this bastard was?!"

The young man stammered, "I'd, I'd better get out of here and get that reward, alright? You-you'll be sorry! Just leave!"

"I'll be sorry? You care enough about a little coin to even try and make me sorry? You're no merc, amateur." Avidius pulled the boy up by his collar. "This isn't your area, and friend, you picked a bad time to get lost." Before Avidius could make another move, a piercing screech shattered all the glass in the apartment.

 

[Simus]

Jessica was asleep at the bar, passed out from too much whisky. She had been there for hours, thinking over her life and how it had gone to hell so recently. Despite her long red hair, glowing plasma pistol and baby blue form fitting bodysuit, long gloves and riding boots, she seemed to go unnoticed. She didn't care if that was really the case, so long as she was left alone. She couldn't get drunk, her augmented liver was too efficient for that, but she would still fall asleep if she drank enough. Sleep let her escape the pain, the grief, the unbearable loneliness she felt ever since she left home.

A week ago, the young Imperial was home on Theren, in the comforts of The Academy. That had been her home for eleven years, where she was changed from a little girl clutching her mother's hand and a teddy bear into a miracle of science and engineering. Nanites had strengthened her bones, built her muscles, fortified her immune system to near impenetrable levels, sharpened her sight, hearing, intellect, all of her senses and higher brain functions to a razor's edge. She could type perfect transcriptions of anything she read or listened to, speak very quickly with perfect diction, think about what she wanted to do for dinner that evening and have the focus to carry out all of these things effortlessly. This experimental and wonderfully successful technology had made Jessica and her fellow students great and it was their job to spread their extraordinary gifts to the entire universe. At least, that's what they were all told.

What they didn't tell anyone was that they were all weapons. Weapons to begin a war with the Dominion that no one would find out about and carry out bloody deeds for the Empire that no one would see. Such was strictly against the truce between the two powers but they were doing it anyway. Jessica was shocked when her parents found out and told her but she didn't blame them personally. They were two of many teachers who's only purpose was to enrich the lives of the students, having no more knowledge of The Academy's sinister purpose than she did. They had gotten her out but it had cost them their jobs and very nearly their lives. Jessica had been able to save them from the guards, quite easily in fact, but she wasn't proud of what she had to do. She didn't kill anyone, but she hurt people and took her freedom and gunpoint. Several of her fellow students and teachers supported her and no one blamed her for what she did. They had all been blinded by the higher ups and they all wanted vengeance, but her heart was still troubled. She had the power to kill every guard in that facility and turn the administrator, Vladamir Mengsk, to goo. Evil as the man was, what would have happened if she HAD killed someone? She couldn't bear the thought. It went against everything her parents taught her. Her augmentations were tools, not weapons. Yet she was built to be a weapon all along and it explained a lot. She didn't know who she was supposed to be anymore. She was lost and that scared her.

She had taken the cheapest shuttle she could find to Shadow Station, the most backwater place she could find, at the urging of her parents. They made it abundantly clear that she was the only one with freedom at the moment and she knew she couldn't squander it. They had given everything to see that she was free while they had to join the Thieve's Guild for protection. Just thinking it over made her want to cry but her eyes were too red and sore for that. She had cried and slept for most of the shuttle flight and now she was exhausted, on a strange station and with nowhere to go.

The good news was she had plenty of money. Her parents were rich and they had given her most of their account before it was deactivated. Even so, she was too scared to put her name anywhere Mengsk could find her and she didn't feel safe anywhere on the station. A gruff shopkeeper had let her sleep in his storage closet for ten septims. It didn't matter, it was easy to defend and all she wanted to do was rest. That was last night and now she had had the whole day to think about everything and she had drank herself to sleep for it. Yes this was the perfect place for her to do some good, yes she had the power to help people here, but who would hep her?

No one. She thought. All of a sudden a piercing scream cut out the music and blasted out of the speakers. It broke through her sleep and she woke with a start. She woke immediately, moving her long red hair out of her face with her gloved hands, and looked around. Her glasses had fallen off her face so she put them back on. Acting on instinct she gripped her pistol and saw several people she didn't recognize. Well, several people she didn't recognize that had arrived since she fell asleep. Two bounty hunters, one in a large suit of steel armor, another in what she recognized as mandalorian armor. An Altmer woman in Blackstar armor, the mercenary group that according to what she read ruled the station, and a...Khajiit-Bosmer hybrid of some sort?

"What was that!?" She yelled to no one in particular. She was embarrassed at falling asleep and the scream frightened her badly. She looked to any of the people she noticed for an answer, keeping her hand on her still-holstered pistol.

 

[Baneloth]

"What was that!?" A girl that Derek hadn't noticed jumped up from the bar. Obviously, she'd been startled by the shriek as the rest of them were. She didn't look old enough to be carrying the pistol in her hip holster, never mind drinking in a bar. "Easy, kid. I don't think anyone knows what it that was. Personally, I'm not sure I want to know" he nodded to the Blackstar mercenary that was talking with the other bounty hunter. "I'm guessing she knows more than either of us" that said, he rested back against the doorway, watching the chaos unfold outside.

 

[Wolfbane]

"Hello, La'ara. I haven't been out here long. Actually, I just got done maintaining my equipment. I knocked loudly because I thought I was late. So, are you ready for the next target? If not, I can take them. How are you by the way? I can see that you are all set, but how are you, personally?" Vex was leaning up against the doorway while messing with his holster. "Can I come in? We need to talk about this target, If, you are in fact coming with me. I don't want to force you. I am very capable myself." Vex was already learning about the target as they spoke. "You look good today by the way." Vex was being surprisingly personable. The only time he is like that is when he is around people he is comfortable with. Vex took note of this awhile ago. He was now standing in her doorway, waiting for an answer.Before either of could answer there was a hellishly loud screech. "What the hell was that?" Vex turned to the sound of people running scared in the streets. He decided to just stay there and check his implant for any camera footage. He looked up footage and saw a young girl with red hair, black boots, baby blue catsuit, and a plasma pistol, a fully armored bounty hunter next to her, a man in heavy dark blue armor, the blackstars leader, a wood elf-Khajiit hybrid, another bounty hunter, then the screech came. It was so loud it almost broke the cameras. Vex didn't know what it was, but he was interested...

 

[Andre Marek]

Aden turned around as he heard the voice of what he assumed to be a young girl. Whats a kid doing in a place like this? He thought incredulously. Bringing his gaze to bear on the source of the voice, Aden was surprised to see a young redheaded girl wearing a blue jumpsuit talking with the other bounty hunter. With a few blinks he had his HUD analyze her face. What it turned up surprised him even more. The girl was none other than Jessica Psyrakon. How the... Jessica? What the hell is she doing here? Last time he had seen her she had been a mere ten years old and was still incarcerated in the Academy, back on Theren. It seemed that she, or her parents, had grown wise to Mengsks games and had escaped the planet. Aden had known the Psyrakons almost as long as he could remember. The Mareks and Psyrakons had a long history, going back at least a few hundred years. They had occasionally called on the Mareks for assistance with various tasks over the years. Jessicas parents were only a few years older than himself in fact and he often saw them while working on Theren. Of course, they had probably said nothing of him to Jessica. He doubted that they wanted their daughter thinking that they were socializing with people such as himself. Too late to work about that now. He looked her over for a moment before deciding to reveal his relation with her. In the very least it might prevent some of the scum aboard this station from touching her if they knew she was with him. That was if they weren't complete fools anyway. He didn't doubt that she could handle herself, after all he was well informed about the true nature of the Academy.


Taking a step closer to her, Aden said, "Jess..." He stopped himself short as she looked at him. He realized that if she was on a place like Shadow Station then it was to hide. Not wanting to give her away to the other people in the room he continued with, "Girl. I... need a word with you. Alone." Walking over to her, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the side, surprised by how strong she was. Ignoring the hand that she immediately placed on her pistol, he stepped in between her and the others once they had some space.


"Jessica Psyrakon...? What the hell are you doing here?" He paused at her surprised expression, "Don't worry girl. I know your parents, quite well actually. They would not have told you of me. My name is Aden Marek." Glancing over his shoulder he made sure that none of the others were close enough to hear their exchange. Looking back to Jessica, Aden reached into a pouch on his belt and activated the small device it held. With a hum, his noise dampener whirred to life. The tiny device would mask any further conversation between them with a five foot radius of pulsing sound waves.

 

[Blackwhite1223]

Galen nodded at the bounty hunters response. 'The lower levels...I suppose it makes sense that the worst of the filth would run downhill, as it were'. Before he could thank the man, he left the bar and appeared to get into some sort of altercation with another of his kind. The ex-cop didn't mind bounty hunters so much. Most of them were immoral scum, out for credits, or blood, but some men were honourable,and acted with a code.Galen had worked with several bounty hunters when in law enforcement, and had become friends with one or two. He stood, wondering where he could purchase a reasonably priced apartment, when an earsplitting screech came from every speaker in and outside of the bar.

The ex-cop clapped his hands over his ears, and looked for the cause. Nothing. The sound died off,although people were still panicking in the streets. 'Not that I blame them. What was that?' He noticed a girl jumping up from the bar, voicing his question. He looked her over, noticing how young she was. Then he glanced at her weapon, a plasma pistol. He sighed and shook his head. 'Kids' buy pricey weapons, and then complain when someone takes them away' One of the bounty hunters grabbed the girls arm, and took her out of his view. Galen scowled. Men like that tended to be low on his trustable list.

 

[Simus]

Jessica's heart was pounding as she stared at the Mandalorian bounty hunter. He was so tall and strong, and he just looked scary in that armor, especially being unable to see his face. Badass too but mostly scary. She was too afraid to resist when he pulled her up and over to a corner in the bar. The last thing she wanted right now was to be recognized and here he was calling her by name and having the gall to say he knew her parents. Her parents would never associate with a bounty hunter and they certainly wouldn't keep something like that a secret from her. Would they?

She crossed her arms, the soft tight fitting leather of her bodysuit emphasizing her curves and bends. Not so much that it produced a second skin look, the suit was a bit too thick for that and it wan't latex, but it was more than tight enough to show off her goods. At least what goods she had. She was never known for her big bust, or her tall stature. Both of these deficiencies made her doubt herself at The Academy, especially around the taller, bustier Nord girls.

"They're so much prettier than me..." She mumbled. Then she blushed a bit as she realized that was out loud and promptly cleared her throat. She gave this Aden Marek her most menacing look, which looked more like a scared child than a fierce warrior.

"You listen to me Mr. Marek. My parents would never associate with a bounty hunter so don't go and tell me you know them. None of you have any honor and you're all in it for the money. I don't even understand the difference between you and assassins, if there even is one. And as for what I'm doing here, that's none of your business! It's a free solar system and I can go wherever I want to!"

At some point she had drawn her plasma pistol on him and she just now realized that with a small "eep!"

"Ah! I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, hastily holstering it. "I wasn't going to shoot you, I promise! It's just a reflex from training! Please, just tell me what you want!"

Jessica knew she was embarrassing herself and totally not living up to the standards she was obliged to uphold as a super secret agent soldier of The Empire, but she was in a real situation in a non-simulated world with no definite solution. She didn't know what to do and she panicked.

 

[EpicVakarian]

Vex spoke non-stop; he said way too much. I laughed.
"Just... stop talking!"
But he didn't have much choice, because before he could say anything else, some horrific, hellish noise burst from the speakers on board the station. We both had to cover our ears. The moment it stopped, Vex said,
"What the hell was that?" and began to check the security footage. Nothing.
"Well, whatever it was, we can't really do anything about it. Come on," I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from my doorway, "Who's the next target, then?"

As we walked, we came across a young girl, very small, in a plain, slick catsuit of light blue, with red hair and black knee-high boots. The catsuit emphasised her body, and I could see that she was nowhere near as curvy as me. I wasn't small in the chest area, but I wasn't massive; this girl had barely anything. Her waist didn't flare, didn't make her hips any bigger, as it would for a full-grown woman. At a guess, I would have to say she was... 16, 17, no more. She appeared very nervous, and slightly scared. I walked over, put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her.

"You okay? You look scared." Although she was about six inches shorter than me, she wasn't looking up. She was examining my bodysuit, and my curves, with something that looked like envy in her eyes. I clicked in front of her face to catch her attention. "Hey! Eyes are up here. Are you okay?"

 

[Wolfbane]

"I'll just stand back and watch.I've had my fair share of speaking. Have fun ladies." He walked off into the darkest corner and began reviewing all the camera footage, and scanning every decently armed person in there. While most people on the station are armed, very few have good equipment. 'There's got to be something. Not to mention I need information on these people. Hmm, what caused the screech? I can't find anything that outright made it. Seems like nobody knows. I wonder who these new guests are? Why don't we check the guests list? The one in the blue armor is a former sniper for a police force. Name's Galen Marxus, comes from Theren. After that we have, apparently, we have a wood elf-khajiit hybrid. I'm not even going to try to pronounce his name. For the sake of time I'll figure it out later. Then there is the ever obvious blackstars leader. Of course we have La'ara, then this young girl by the name of Jessica Psyrakon. Student from the Academy, if you can call it that.She is also an imperial from Theren Finally is the Bounty hunter in full armor. Aden Marek. Why is it that I can only find his name? I hope It's not the Bounty hunter I'm thinking aof. Anyways, I hope La'ara can find out some information. Tells me to stop talking, psft. I hope she doesn't expect me to go around asking people. I guess I should check different angles, or something. Hell, I don't know.'

He stood back and watched the area around him cautiously. If this was a decoy, the crowd could make great cover for an assassin, thug, hitman, or a rival bounty hunter. As slim it may be, it was his instincts kicking in. He looked down occasionally to avoid stares of suspicion. When he glanced at La'ara and the young girl, he could see "the look" on La'ara's face. A look women get when someone is staring at her curves. 'You're not the only one kid. I stare at them too. That armor compliments them and-' He shook himself out of it. 'Damn it, I need to focus. I sometimes curse my over active imagination. We need some answers.'

 

[TheShadedOne]

Vassera decided it was time for her to regain control of the situation. Or at least the situation in the bar. So, to accomplish that, she climbed up onto one of the tables that didn't look like it had been used as target practice at one time or another, and fired several rounds into the ceiling. That brought some semblance of order to the bar. "Well. That's better." She said, scanning the group carefully. The bounty hunter in mando armour had vanished, but his 'friend' was still by the door. Another man, in dark blue armour with an impressive looking sniper rifle was at the bar, looking toward the back room.

"Okay. For you new comers. I know that you were most likely startled by the noise we all heard just now. I'm here to tell you that there is nothing to worry about. We have the situation completely under control" one of the men nearer the table, snarled. "That's a bloody lie and you-" Vassera's boot caught him in the jaw and sent him sprawling to the ground. "Shut up" she ordered coldly, dropping down from the table. Truth was, everything was not under control. Not even a little bit. But nobody needed to be told that.

 

[Andre Marek]

Aden nearly grinned behind his visor as Jessica attempted to put on a more serious, threatening face. She almost made it work, but he could see it in her eyes that she was still as scared as ever. Just before he opened his mouth to reassure her that he was indeed her friend, another woman stepped into the room and accosted Jessica. The newcomer completely ignored Aden, as if he wasn't even there. Who the hell is this person? He thought with a scowl. For the second time in only a matter of minutes, he stepped forward and leveled his weapon at the woman standing near Jessica.

"You've got nerve girl, I'll give you that. Is it always part of your MO to intrude on people?" He said this while side stepping around her so that his back was to Jessica. It was a risky thing to do, seeing as she still didn't seem to trust him, but he figured that by showing his back to her it meant that he trusted her. They were on the same side. Besides, he at least trusted his armor to protect him should she decide to take her chances without him. Still pointing his assault rifle at the new woman as he waited for an explanation, he leaned a little closer to Jessica and said, "Trust me. I'll prove it to you however you want later. Just stay where I can see you for now."

 

[EpicVakarian]

I didn't put my hands up; I didn't give the bounty hunter the satisfaction of thinking he scared me.
"Is it always part of your MO to point a gun at anyone who speaks in your general vicinity?" I raised an eyebrow at him, putting a hand on my hip. I leant forward slightly, making him lean backward. "I don't care what you think of me. I wanted to see whether the girl was okay. Look at her, she's terrified of you." I rolled my eyes in an exaggerated way. "Never mind. Do what you like. But it seems to me like you're trying to impress her." I looked to the young girl, then back at the bounty hunter. "And it doesn't look like it's going too well, now, does it?"

I turned on my heel, and walked back to Vex.
"Sorry about that. Shall we go? Who's the next target?"

 

[Baneloth]

Derek watched the Blackstar woman attempt, and apparently succeed in getting the situation under control, from his post near the door. She needed to use a little force on one of the scum bags' that was standing near her table. Then he noticed a woman barge past him, into the room that Marek had taken the girl. A couple of minutes later, she stormed back to another man, who had chest plates that closely resembled Mareks own. 'Another bounty hunter? I sure hope no one in the room has an bounty on their head, or this could get really messy'

He would never poach another hunters bounty, but he did need to eat. Most of the high paying clientèle on Shadow station Derek wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. That meant he was taking small jobs that paid less, and typically were more challenging than 'go into the slum districts, kill someone, and bring me his/her kids, or money, or drugs'. He shook his head, and headed toward where his fellow bounty hunter had taken the girl. He supposed they knew each other, or she was one of his contacts. Or a client. The latter two options seemed unlikely. Derek approached the back room, and opened the door, and noticed that Marek was tense, weapon up and ready.

"Easy." Derek said, taking one hand off his own rifle, and gesturing for the man to relax. "The situation outside has calmed down a bit, but there's another bounty hunter out there." He turned his helmeted head from Marek to the girl. "Don't know if he's looking for you, kid, but I'd keep my eyes open if I were you" he leaned against the far wall. "Actually, I don't recognize him. Either he's new to the business, or he's kept a very low profile" he was talking to Marek again. Most bounty hunters knew each other, or knew of each other, either from working as a team, or by reputation.

He turned slightly, so that his back was in the corner, and he had a clear line of sight to the door. If anyone came in that shouldn't, Derek would be able to open fire. Even though, by the protective way Marek was standing between the kid and the door, anyone that came in would be shot before they could return fire. He didn't bother asking the girl her story. He wasn't particularly interested, and judging by the scream-noise, they had bigger problems.

 

[Simus]

Jessica felt a gloved hand on her shoulder and looked up to see a tall beautiful Breton woman in her mid twenties looking down at her. She breathed a small sigh of relief to see someone else besides Aden.

"You okay? You look scared." She asked. Jessica heard her but couldn't look at her face. She was wearing an adorable bodysuit that looked like Jessica's but more armored. She wore it so well, much better than Jessica wore hers. Her bust was the perfect size and showed so prominently under the suit. Yet they left just enough to the imagination to want to see the rest of the exposed cleavage. It put Jessica's own bust, if you could call it that, to shame. She kept her suit fully closed and didn't show any cleavage because there was nothing to show. The little bulges in her chest were all that was there and anyone could see that.

It wasn't fair. How come this woman got to be so pretty and busty and Jessica was so small and plain? Men probably lined up to watch her walk by in that suit, but Jessica looked like a child trying and failing to pass for a woman. Her feelings were all over her face as the Breton woman click in front of it.

"Hey! Eyes are up here. Are you okay?"

Jessica wanted to respond but she was red as a beet and too embarrassed to get a word out. She knew better than to stare at other women's breasts. She always found it annoying after all.

"You're not the only one kid. I stare at them too. That armor compliments them and...Damn it, I need to focus. I sometimes curse my over active imagination. We need some answers." A Nord in a black trench coat standing behind the Breton woman mumbled to himself. Either he knew Jessica could hear him or he was trying to get focused.

Meanwhile, Aden and the Breton woman got into an exchange of character accusations that Jessica couldn't care less about. She was relieved to not be the center of attention until the Breton woman and Nord turned to leave.

"Wait!" Jessica shouted, grabbing the Breton woman's arm with a much stronger grip than she intended. After remembering that she was strong enough to crush a data pad with her grip Jessica loosened it. Tears of fear and desperation were rolling down her face. "Please! Don't leave me with that guy! He says he knows my parents but I've never met him before! He says he can keep me safe but I have no idea who he is! I do not feel safe with him and you miss are the first person who's shown me genuine concern in days! I don't know anyone on this station and I have nowhere to go. I slept in a storage closet last night because I didn't feel safe anywhere else. I have money, I can pay you for the trouble just please! Let me stay with you and your friend for just a little while! Just until I can find a safe place to hide on this station!"

She turned to Marek.

"If your really know my parents and you're serious about keeping me safe, then you're going to come with these people if they'll have me and find me a safe place to rest my head. I'll tell you everything about me, just please help me!"

A Redguard came in and warned them that another bounty hunter was out there. At this point, Jessica slumped against a wall, leaned against it in a ball and started to hyperventilate. Despite her extensive augmentation she semi-frequent panic attacks and situations like this brought on just such an attack.

"Oh my gods he's found me. I don't know how but he's found me. That scream came from every speaker of the station, what if it came from something he put there?!"

 

[EpicVakarian]

Before Vex got a chance to reply, the girl rushed for me, tears rolling down her face and gripping my arm like it was her last tether to life. She asked me, begged me, to help her, then turned to the bounty hunter, and told him that he was coming too. I wasn't happy with that; I didn't trust bounty hunters. I'd only chanced to meet Vex properly, and this one wasn't even polite.

"Calm down, girl. You don't need to pay me, I'm no bounty hunter. What's your name?" Before she could respond, a Redguard man nudged them and told her of another bounty hunter. The girl began to hyperventilate, and panicked at the news. I gripped her shoulders tightly. "Hey! Get a grip on yourself. If he's after you, which I very much doubt, then he'll hear you. Keep quiet, and we'll help you." The girl looked at me, but said nothing, and didn't move a muscle. "Sorry. I'm... not the best with people. Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe." I didn't intend to take her back to my apartment. On the Shadow Station, anyone could be a threat; even a teary-eyed, small, naive seventeen-year-old girl. "Vex, what are you doing? Are you coming with us, or are you going for your target?"

 

[Wolfbane]

"Sorry about that. Shall we go? Who's the next target?" Vex laughed before he could reply. "You're such a people person! The next target is an Breton." Vex pulled up information and linked it between the two. "His name is Maniel Peric. He comes from Theren, mid 40's, and he is a drug dealer. His market is skooma and a new drug called Shade. Slows down the user but makes them euphoric." They were about to leave before the girl gripped La'ara's arm. "Please! Don't leave me with that guy! He says he knows my parents but I've never met him before! He says he can keep me safe but I have no idea who he is! I do not feel safe with him and you miss are the first person who's shown me genuine concern in days! I don't know anyone on this station and I have nowhere to go. I slept in a storage closet last night because I didn't feel safe anywhere else. I have money, I can pay you for the trouble just please! Let me stay with you and your friend for just a little while! Just until I can find a safe place to hide on this station!" La'ara put her hands on the girls shoulders and reassured her."Hey! Get a grip on yourself. If he's after you, which I very much doubt, then he'll hear you. Keep quiet, and we'll help you." The girl didn't move, just looked at La'ara. "Sorry. I'm... not the best with people. Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe." Vex quietly sighed and waited for the question he knew was coming. "Vex, what are you doing? Are you coming with us, or are you going for your target?" Vex sighed again and gave his answer. "I should hunt down the target, but I'll come with you. I have a soft spot for scared 17 year old girls." He stopped for a second and got a look of confusion. "That sounded weird didn't it? Let's go. Maybe I can bump into the target or get more info on him." 'What am I doing? I have a job to do but I can't just leave the girl like this. Even if she is safe with La'ara. Bounty hunter with morals. That something you only hear in the movies.'

 

[Simus]

Jessica timidly got up off the floor after the Breton woman tried to calm her down and reassure her that she would take her somewhere safe. She wanted to thank her but she was too scared to say anything. The woman's Nord friend seemed to be going with him as we'll. Marek didn't show much of a response and the heavily armored Redguard was still in the way. Jessica took the Breton's left hand into her right, ready to go.

"My name's Jessica." She whispered "His name's Marek. I don't need him to come with us. I...don't know why I said that." She was barely keeping her tears in check and her voice was barely audible.

 

[EpicVakarian]

This girl, Jessica, seemed to be incredibly naive. She was so terrified of a bounty hunter finding her, and yet she gave her name to someone she barely knew in a room full of bounty hunters. I grimaced.
"I can't tell you who I am. Not here, at least. I promise you, come with me and I'll keep you safe." I wasn't sure whether Marek would be coming with us, but I knew Vex would. I held out a tightly gloved hand to her, hoping that she'd take it and I could help her.