A number of scenarios ran through Zasz's head in careful calculation. He had not so much seen, as caught a glimpse of a very much living, breathing individual. Someone who could only have come from the Diem Vuong. This one had to have been right under his nose in that room with the heat signature. It did not take a genius to understand how bizarre this entire encounter has been thus far, what with the type of freight Zasz had discovered and the mysterious nature surrounding its aggressive demise.
Who the person could have been came down to one of three options, and each had a straightforward response from Zasz. First off, they happened to be a member of the crew, in which case they'd be vented along with their ship. Second, they were one of the unfortunates held captive by the prior. Of course, Zasz had sympathy for their plight of how they appeared to have been treated, but at the same time knew nothing of their cause for imprisonment. There was always a reason, and likely was no simple story to tell, especially if they had escaped. Either way, he probably wouldn't shoot on sight depending on the reaction gotten towards his presence. The final option could have been any of the past listings, or an outlier, they were the one responsible for the state of the Diem Vuong. Whoever this had been posed a natural threat solely for their skills in taking out their captors as well as the craft itself. With the crew dead did they have any need to shy away from Zasz, other than the fact that he too was a slaver?
Point taken, perhaps all of this did not deserve such a cut and dry reply from the captain.
The ride up had finished and Zasz hurriedly slammed the bay floor button the second he could sending him on his way back down. The lone survivor's choices were further diminished when compared to Zasz. They could either face him, and a lovely chat could be had, or they could flee. The latter would provoke a less than amicable retaliation from the armored man. Fear he could acknowledge, and even respect. He dealt with others experiencing such an emotional outburst regularly. That did not mean he would allow it without repercussion. The best scene he could hope to view with those doors opening was the person still in the pile of rubble, or collected and waiting patiently by it. Was the a realistic expectation? Probably not. Still, a man could dream. He had enough problems on his plate now, this newcomer only escalated them.
Patience thin and with nothing but a few valuable moments that he would not allow to go to waste, Zasz went about sorting out the data package he'd gotten off of the Diem Vuong. A manifest would help immensely in separating who was affiliated with the ship personally, and who had been a part of the cargo. If there was by chance a record of those poor souls then all the better, not that he had any easy way of lining up all these frayed strands of information into one cohesive thread. With how many systems had been compromised in the incident it was impressive that this much info remained uncorrupted. Text scrolled down the side of his helmet's screen at a rapid fire pace only registered by the ocular implant, getting sifted and tossed by relevance. The issue that blockaded further progress into the endeavor were that the files themselves had been encrypted. Depending on what level of security the captain of the Diem Vuong had over his personal business, the task at breaking through would provide a bigger hassle than his suit could properly managed. Assumed as such, Zasz left those particular documents be until he could set up a proper station to work on them.
If the Greenhouse were not an aging relic, the elevator probably would have not taken so long to make the voyage, but that was on Zasz for his frugal ways and obsession with never letting go. When the doors did slide open to the hanger, his scan went right to where he had seen movement before. Hopes dashed right quick, the bits of scrap were still present, only without limbs flailing about in them. It only just occurred to Zasz that he could have been viewing the cameras in the docking bay with his suit, and he had to stop a pained groan from escaping his throat at his own shortsightedness. His feet hit the floor in lengthy strides, sweeping motions of his helm looking for any sign of life. It didn't take long. Almost comically did they find their target not too far from where they had come from. Optics zoomed in almost immediately as he approached from a distance, and now that he could see the individual for what they were he almost seemed surprised.
Appears human, exact race uncertain. Female. Young. Emaciated and covered in filth, blood most likely. No visible weapons, though clutching a sheet of metal over her head. Danger presumably low.
Zasz rattled off a checklist in his mind as though she were a mark, not that she was fit to be in one of his cages. Still, this was his process, and clearly with the shape she was in had to be one of the prisoners on board the Diem Vuong. Zasz let Alex continue her slow struggle. Curiosity getting the better of him to see what plan they had concocted, or how they might react to the imposing figure looming in the background. At nearly seven feet and covered from top to bottom in dull black plating, he could be seen as anything, though most likely a threat to her. There was nothing to be done about that other than stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his heavy coat as a sign of assurance that he'd not put her down on the spot.
What Alex started to do did startle the hunter right away. Perhaps he was unprepared for her prowess, but she went to work in tearing off one of the grates to get into below the deck. If that occurred then she'd be as lost to him as a rat behind a wall. With his stature, trying to crawl through the narrow shafts in maintenance would be nigh impossible. His pace quickened into more of a dash, hands coming out to aid in his movement. "Wait." Would be all he said initially, in that same static filled tone she had heard before, though it would echo across the spacious area. Maybe she heard him and didn't care, or was too focused on her task, because she started to disappear little by little into the darkness below. Now in a full on sprint, Zasz dove to the ground. The collision of steel against itself caused a screeching wail, sparks flying as he thrust his arm down the shaft in an attempt to grab hold of Alex's foot as it slipped out of sight.
He did not succeed.
"I know your frightened. I saw what those people did on that ship. I can't promise much, but I can say that you will be safer with me than trying to survive down there." Zasz prided himself on his honesty with words. While stretching the truth was common, or withholding information to get another to believe in him, he meant whatever left his lips. Alex was better off with him than on her own. Unless she proved herself deserving of a violent altercation. "Take my hand and I'll pull you out." Zasz did not deserve her trust, hell, he'd be lying if he said anyone should place their life in his hands, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to send Rocket through these tunnels to pull out a corpse and fix whatever damage she caused in the process.
Who the person could have been came down to one of three options, and each had a straightforward response from Zasz. First off, they happened to be a member of the crew, in which case they'd be vented along with their ship. Second, they were one of the unfortunates held captive by the prior. Of course, Zasz had sympathy for their plight of how they appeared to have been treated, but at the same time knew nothing of their cause for imprisonment. There was always a reason, and likely was no simple story to tell, especially if they had escaped. Either way, he probably wouldn't shoot on sight depending on the reaction gotten towards his presence. The final option could have been any of the past listings, or an outlier, they were the one responsible for the state of the Diem Vuong. Whoever this had been posed a natural threat solely for their skills in taking out their captors as well as the craft itself. With the crew dead did they have any need to shy away from Zasz, other than the fact that he too was a slaver?
Point taken, perhaps all of this did not deserve such a cut and dry reply from the captain.
The ride up had finished and Zasz hurriedly slammed the bay floor button the second he could sending him on his way back down. The lone survivor's choices were further diminished when compared to Zasz. They could either face him, and a lovely chat could be had, or they could flee. The latter would provoke a less than amicable retaliation from the armored man. Fear he could acknowledge, and even respect. He dealt with others experiencing such an emotional outburst regularly. That did not mean he would allow it without repercussion. The best scene he could hope to view with those doors opening was the person still in the pile of rubble, or collected and waiting patiently by it. Was the a realistic expectation? Probably not. Still, a man could dream. He had enough problems on his plate now, this newcomer only escalated them.
Patience thin and with nothing but a few valuable moments that he would not allow to go to waste, Zasz went about sorting out the data package he'd gotten off of the Diem Vuong. A manifest would help immensely in separating who was affiliated with the ship personally, and who had been a part of the cargo. If there was by chance a record of those poor souls then all the better, not that he had any easy way of lining up all these frayed strands of information into one cohesive thread. With how many systems had been compromised in the incident it was impressive that this much info remained uncorrupted. Text scrolled down the side of his helmet's screen at a rapid fire pace only registered by the ocular implant, getting sifted and tossed by relevance. The issue that blockaded further progress into the endeavor were that the files themselves had been encrypted. Depending on what level of security the captain of the Diem Vuong had over his personal business, the task at breaking through would provide a bigger hassle than his suit could properly managed. Assumed as such, Zasz left those particular documents be until he could set up a proper station to work on them.
If the Greenhouse were not an aging relic, the elevator probably would have not taken so long to make the voyage, but that was on Zasz for his frugal ways and obsession with never letting go. When the doors did slide open to the hanger, his scan went right to where he had seen movement before. Hopes dashed right quick, the bits of scrap were still present, only without limbs flailing about in them. It only just occurred to Zasz that he could have been viewing the cameras in the docking bay with his suit, and he had to stop a pained groan from escaping his throat at his own shortsightedness. His feet hit the floor in lengthy strides, sweeping motions of his helm looking for any sign of life. It didn't take long. Almost comically did they find their target not too far from where they had come from. Optics zoomed in almost immediately as he approached from a distance, and now that he could see the individual for what they were he almost seemed surprised.
Appears human, exact race uncertain. Female. Young. Emaciated and covered in filth, blood most likely. No visible weapons, though clutching a sheet of metal over her head. Danger presumably low.
Zasz rattled off a checklist in his mind as though she were a mark, not that she was fit to be in one of his cages. Still, this was his process, and clearly with the shape she was in had to be one of the prisoners on board the Diem Vuong. Zasz let Alex continue her slow struggle. Curiosity getting the better of him to see what plan they had concocted, or how they might react to the imposing figure looming in the background. At nearly seven feet and covered from top to bottom in dull black plating, he could be seen as anything, though most likely a threat to her. There was nothing to be done about that other than stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his heavy coat as a sign of assurance that he'd not put her down on the spot.
What Alex started to do did startle the hunter right away. Perhaps he was unprepared for her prowess, but she went to work in tearing off one of the grates to get into below the deck. If that occurred then she'd be as lost to him as a rat behind a wall. With his stature, trying to crawl through the narrow shafts in maintenance would be nigh impossible. His pace quickened into more of a dash, hands coming out to aid in his movement. "Wait." Would be all he said initially, in that same static filled tone she had heard before, though it would echo across the spacious area. Maybe she heard him and didn't care, or was too focused on her task, because she started to disappear little by little into the darkness below. Now in a full on sprint, Zasz dove to the ground. The collision of steel against itself caused a screeching wail, sparks flying as he thrust his arm down the shaft in an attempt to grab hold of Alex's foot as it slipped out of sight.
He did not succeed.
"I know your frightened. I saw what those people did on that ship. I can't promise much, but I can say that you will be safer with me than trying to survive down there." Zasz prided himself on his honesty with words. While stretching the truth was common, or withholding information to get another to believe in him, he meant whatever left his lips. Alex was better off with him than on her own. Unless she proved herself deserving of a violent altercation. "Take my hand and I'll pull you out." Zasz did not deserve her trust, hell, he'd be lying if he said anyone should place their life in his hands, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to send Rocket through these tunnels to pull out a corpse and fix whatever damage she caused in the process.
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