Zasz kept his arm down the hole for a good spell longer than he probably had to, considering he did in fact not catch the quick whit of a lass. It wasn't until she replied that he pulled himself free, though he continued to lay flat with his chest to the grate so he could continue speaking without having to amplify his outgoing verbal volume. There were few opinions he could hold for the girl so far, considering what a brief encounter they had thus far. What stood out and that he could respect her for, was that she lived through what had to have been a hell of an ordeal. Not only did she survive the near complete destruction of the Diem Vuong, which one one else aboard had achieved, she was a captive of a vessel that was either some sick man's pleasure yacht that traveled the more twisted realms that men fantasized, or a ship that served as a mobile torture facility designed to rip information out of others.
The latter seemed like the more probable. Zasz did not have to see the video logs to understand this. He would though, considering he had invested more time into this endeavor that it's overall value was likely worth to him. Those files were locked away behind numerous encryption methods that he had not the moment or skill to break into. Perhaps the reason he'd sift through them at a later date was just to see if he could direct a finger at one man to could blame for all of this, if only to throw them into a deep dark pit filled with horrors far worse than the ones suffered at their orders.
To be on the receiving end of his ill was not a plague anyone would wish upon their most vile of foes.
As with many aspects of the man, Zasz had a two faced view on justice. While he defended a select number throughout his days, those that he would stand for were not who needed it most, but rather deserved it in his eyes; Alex might have been one of the lucky or unlucky few depending on one's point of view. While earlier he boasted about tossing anyone that belonged to the Diem Vuong back into the endless reaches of the void, he would not be doing so to this one--at least not yet. He admired that through all that she'd been through, she still had fight left in her to escape yet another slaver.
Finally rising from his less than advantageous position on the ground, Zasz activated the thermal optics in his helm to take sight of his guest down below, her limbs each through different rungs of a ladder in what he guessed was a means to keep from slipping. Unique was her accent, many gutter trash across the stars had broken standard mixed with alien dialects learned from gangs forged in melting pot spaceport cities. This one had intelligence behind those lips tiredly fumbling to get out every sentence. He didn't need to be a medical chief to realize her muscles were going slack from the expenditure of what little energy they had, likely active on what little adrenaline she had left.
Her banter, while a nice change of pace from how a fair few treated him at a glance, did not give him cause for one second to believe that she'd be coming out willingly; this was not an outcome that Zasz planned on accepting. From the sound of it, she'd rather take a suicidal attempt at sheltering herself in the refuge of winding, narrow crawl-ways. Alex would be sorely disappointed if that was her plan, his mission had at least a scheduled month of blackout from all contact with active sectors of the galaxy; if she thought herself capable of living without food than she had truly lost her marbles.
Zasz did not concede to threats or demands, especially in his home, even if they were not exactly worded as such.
Alex did seem to have a fracture in her determination to keep away from the captain of The Greenhouse as the last words spoken after a brief moment of dead air from the woman were that of a weak plea for help. "That...might be a problem." An unwanted pause on his part as he contemplated options to rescue the tunnel rat from either falling to a crumpled mess in the maintenance hatch, or scurrying so far into the depths of the ship that he'd never pry her loose. In each scenario, there was one red headed corpse to be had. "I'm a crew of one running this craft, and as you've seen, I can't fit more than my shoulder down the shaft." One for more practical solutions, his fingers traced over the clasp tucked in his suit; there remained a relatively simple solution to both of their woes. Manually releasing the device, he toyed with it in his hands for a moment thinking about what he'd said. While he was not lying about being the sole pilot of The Greenhouse, there were in truth many others kept under lock and key. While one could most certainly climb down to safely retrieve Alex, every second at this point was of the essence. That, and he did not know how well she'd take to the fact that he was keeping others in cages akin to how she had been, sans the horrifying psychological and physical violence. The last issue in he needed in an ever piling stack, was to come back only to be greeted with the silence of death, or desertion.
The cable it was.
"Here, I have a winch that I can lower down. If you've got anything metal it will latch on its own, if not try and find a way to get a hold of it and I'll raise you up." Hopefully she'd be able to get out of there without fault, a pleasant thought as he dropped down the cable a foot by foot. However, in his experiences, rarely did things go so smoothly. "Just think, a hot meal, a bath to get yourself cleaned up, an actual bed to rest in." Zasz rambled off what he assumed were luxuries that anyone in her situation would give their all for, here was to it providing just enough mental incentive to push her body that last step it required. If she could just get a grip, he'd have her out in moments.
No one was safe in this dreadful existence, but they were all alone out in this null zone without a star in sight for light jumps.
Right?
The latter seemed like the more probable. Zasz did not have to see the video logs to understand this. He would though, considering he had invested more time into this endeavor that it's overall value was likely worth to him. Those files were locked away behind numerous encryption methods that he had not the moment or skill to break into. Perhaps the reason he'd sift through them at a later date was just to see if he could direct a finger at one man to could blame for all of this, if only to throw them into a deep dark pit filled with horrors far worse than the ones suffered at their orders.
To be on the receiving end of his ill was not a plague anyone would wish upon their most vile of foes.
As with many aspects of the man, Zasz had a two faced view on justice. While he defended a select number throughout his days, those that he would stand for were not who needed it most, but rather deserved it in his eyes; Alex might have been one of the lucky or unlucky few depending on one's point of view. While earlier he boasted about tossing anyone that belonged to the Diem Vuong back into the endless reaches of the void, he would not be doing so to this one--at least not yet. He admired that through all that she'd been through, she still had fight left in her to escape yet another slaver.
Finally rising from his less than advantageous position on the ground, Zasz activated the thermal optics in his helm to take sight of his guest down below, her limbs each through different rungs of a ladder in what he guessed was a means to keep from slipping. Unique was her accent, many gutter trash across the stars had broken standard mixed with alien dialects learned from gangs forged in melting pot spaceport cities. This one had intelligence behind those lips tiredly fumbling to get out every sentence. He didn't need to be a medical chief to realize her muscles were going slack from the expenditure of what little energy they had, likely active on what little adrenaline she had left.
Her banter, while a nice change of pace from how a fair few treated him at a glance, did not give him cause for one second to believe that she'd be coming out willingly; this was not an outcome that Zasz planned on accepting. From the sound of it, she'd rather take a suicidal attempt at sheltering herself in the refuge of winding, narrow crawl-ways. Alex would be sorely disappointed if that was her plan, his mission had at least a scheduled month of blackout from all contact with active sectors of the galaxy; if she thought herself capable of living without food than she had truly lost her marbles.
Zasz did not concede to threats or demands, especially in his home, even if they were not exactly worded as such.
Alex did seem to have a fracture in her determination to keep away from the captain of The Greenhouse as the last words spoken after a brief moment of dead air from the woman were that of a weak plea for help. "That...might be a problem." An unwanted pause on his part as he contemplated options to rescue the tunnel rat from either falling to a crumpled mess in the maintenance hatch, or scurrying so far into the depths of the ship that he'd never pry her loose. In each scenario, there was one red headed corpse to be had. "I'm a crew of one running this craft, and as you've seen, I can't fit more than my shoulder down the shaft." One for more practical solutions, his fingers traced over the clasp tucked in his suit; there remained a relatively simple solution to both of their woes. Manually releasing the device, he toyed with it in his hands for a moment thinking about what he'd said. While he was not lying about being the sole pilot of The Greenhouse, there were in truth many others kept under lock and key. While one could most certainly climb down to safely retrieve Alex, every second at this point was of the essence. That, and he did not know how well she'd take to the fact that he was keeping others in cages akin to how she had been, sans the horrifying psychological and physical violence. The last issue in he needed in an ever piling stack, was to come back only to be greeted with the silence of death, or desertion.
The cable it was.
"Here, I have a winch that I can lower down. If you've got anything metal it will latch on its own, if not try and find a way to get a hold of it and I'll raise you up." Hopefully she'd be able to get out of there without fault, a pleasant thought as he dropped down the cable a foot by foot. However, in his experiences, rarely did things go so smoothly. "Just think, a hot meal, a bath to get yourself cleaned up, an actual bed to rest in." Zasz rambled off what he assumed were luxuries that anyone in her situation would give their all for, here was to it providing just enough mental incentive to push her body that last step it required. If she could just get a grip, he'd have her out in moments.
No one was safe in this dreadful existence, but they were all alone out in this null zone without a star in sight for light jumps.
Right?
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