To start off with, no, this was neither Zasz's first time dealing with a boarding party, or kidnapping royalty. The Greenhouse however, was Captain Fenris's sanctuary, an intrusion penetrating his base of operations had not been unheard of, but certainly was it by no means a common occurrence. Zasz took this as an affront, wounding his pride by what were essentially hired thugs of a somewhat more prestigious nature throwing a brick through the metaphorical window of his house. The scouts from the princess's empire were likely to be highly trained combatants, but so too was Zasz, and naturally, the slaver was never one to fight by traditional rules. This was his turf, and he did not doubt for a second he'd show them what pain they'd wrought themselves by siding against Zasz Fenris. There were dark corners of the universe that few walked without a careful eye, a gun in one hand, and a selection of carefully uttered phrases. Zasz had acquaintances that were profoundly adept at finding a place for individuals to have themselves...lose their way, so to speak. Unfortunately, or fortunately for the fighter pilots there just wasn't the opportunity to spare to throw them to those wolves, but if he had been betrayed by the provider of his contract, then there would be hell befalling each and every party involved, especially the abrasive princess, Jallee.
At Alex's colorful description of what she believed an expedited departure from this ship meant in his company Zasz found himself having difficulty containing a hearty chuckle from escaping those scarred lips of his. Had her luck always been so poor as to assume the worst in everyone she came across? To be fair, considering her recent captivity and the tales from which she shared, he could not exactly blame her for deciding on Zasz as a less than benevolent captain, not even taking into consideration that he was quite the scoundrel in many circles. About to cut her off, she continued on with her rambling once the shotgun was placed into her already struggling hands.
Whatever the reason, Alex seemed to fit Zasz like the perfect implant. Were her circumstances for arriving aboard his ship nigh impossible to stage, he'd have his suspicions on a ploy from a third party to wrangle in on the numerous bounties garnered over the years. Zasz connected on a personal level with few, and Alex was no exception to the rule as of yet, but in time perhaps she could be a confident as well as an assistant. The flow of the current into the future was always in flux, whichever path one might end up on was never quite certain. "Well spoken, Alex Winger. Then for as long as you'd like, I'd love for you to provide your technical services to my needs." Pausing, Zasz added an addendum, which he was not entirely sure of being necessary, but figured a bonus all the same. "I can pay of course." Where such funds would be acquired she'd surely learn in due course, but by then she'd be stuck with him for the long haul.
With Alex's defiant stance against his offered weapon, given to her for her own safety in his eyes, the mechanized man removed it from her encumbered state like plucking a leaf from a tree, reattaching it to the mag-clamp on his back with an audible 'click'. That invasive stare of his broke away from Alex's still stripped figure for another spell as he turned his attention to Jallee again. "They won't be like this one. The pyrotechnics are limited to her bloodline, perhaps a few scattered cases from what little I read. I didn't think hers would be so developed, but clearly I was wrong. In addition to their differences, the soldiers coming aboard will know how to hit what they shoot at." Zasz's speech came to an abrupt halt as those metallic digits wove through the pulsing crimson locks of the princess. What would he do with her now? The chance to prepare a special anesthetic was lost with the imminent boarding, perhaps before he even finished with this assault she'd wake up in a state far more furious than before, and there were no suitable method to hold her on his vessel, at least not yet.
His gauntlet hidden by the backing of the couch traveled slightly lower to a far too delicate neck to be held by such a grasp. Zasz could snap her neck right here and be done with the problem child, detonate her collar later and attribute it to a malfunction. Enemies would be made, but the lie would keep his name off of particular black records in his line of work. Sensors across tips of his fingers allowed for her pulse to be felt, slow and steady. A quiet sigh, Zasz lifted his grip to rest it atop the furnishing. The slaver had his own moral code to stand by, one he'd not broken before no matter how easy it would turn tide of struggles he faced in the past. He was no heartless killer if he could help it, especially not towards those that did not represent an immediate threat to his own life. That said, the intruders lives were likely forfeit, but that was simply a matter of the fact that Zasz had no room to spare for one member of the Russlion empire, not to mention three.
"They've already docked, I'm just not certain what I'd have you do with their crafts just yet." Zasz let loose another laugh pushing the Jallee situation from his thoughts at least until the scouts were dealt with. Whatever damage the irate vixen could do probably wouldn't be any worse than being bombarded by military grade fighter ships -- he hoped, anyways. He'd give a backhanded wave for his partner to stick close by as the massive armored male led the way to the main entrance leading out of the common area, dismissing the notion of Alex wandering off on her own. Through the sliding doors, a set a stairs leading up and down were present on each side, Zasz maneuvered the narrow, declining set of rails and grates to the landing on the next level, exiting the stairway into a far more cramped passage in the Greenhouse, one of the many connecting corridors to more critical areas of the maintenance levels below the main floor. Navigating the length which barely allowed the suited figure space, Zasz looked to posses just enough room to turn around, so he'd talk without facing Alex for this rare occasion. "Were their ships not burrowed into the water processing and coolant facility, I'd be down for seeing those fighters demolished." Each array of doors the duo passed through brought them closer to the invaders, and were the mechanic privy to Zasz's mannerisms she'd know how intent his focus narrowed on the plans formulating in that cyber-enhanced brain of his. "I can take care of the soldiers, I can't cleanly disable their ships." If Alex only knew that her luck with having vessels destroyed around her was shared by Zasz, the Greenhouse being a prolonged, drawn out collapse as he strove to keep it held together by pure will.
Pausing in front of one last especially bulky door to sigh, Zasz lamented how pressed for time the two were to get all of this done. He had hustled Alex along at a pace that allowed barely a second to breathe, let alone discern what was going on. She still would be scurrying along naked, and he did feel bad for the state she'd be in, clutching what few tools and parts she'd grabbed gathered inside his charred helmet. "Like the signal coming from the Diem Vuong, they'll have tracking beacons on them as well. Regardless of them still being attached to the Greenhouse, each of them need to be shut off." Most would look at the slaver as rather brutish and lacking much in the way of technical skills; in spite of them, Zasz was rather intelligent, at least in specific fields. The man with all of his body modifications was required to self-maintain his implants and armor without a technician on hand. That said, he was by no means a versed specialist when it came to star ships. "The facility is through this entrance. When we're inside, find cover fast and try and make your way to their ships. Don't worry about guys with guns, that will be my job, just show me what you can do under duress."
With a hiss from the metal wall opening, the pair would be met with an strong breeze of chilled air. When they had been contained within the maintenance shafts the background noise had been limited to the creaking of the ship's internals, now it was replaced with various warning sirens, violent jets of steam venting from busted pipes likely from where the pair of crafts forcefully boarded the Greenhouse. Massive cylindrical tanks, solid grey and spanning both levels of the dual floored room were spaced around he room in a grid. Entering from the second level, Alex and Zasz were atop of a catwalk connected around the edge of the room and spanning across attached to each of the tanks, which hindered not only their line of sight, but vision of them as well.
In this moment Zasz turned to Alex with that wry grin of confidence he tended to exude in situation that seemed deserving of anything but. Raising a lone digit to his lips, he hushed her as if it weren't obvious to stay as quiet as possible before he tossed his legs over the railing of the walkway to descend suddenly to the ground level. Micro motors and a shock absorbent gel layer gave his landing little more than a dull thud with the force being reduced and dispersed evenly throughout the floor. Zasz cycled through the surveillance cameras located in the room to determine exactly where the intruders were located in reference to himself in order to set the best course of action in dealing with them. Catching sight of one, he enhanced the footage for a better look at what he'd be going up against.
Not heavily armored, as one wouldn't fit in the cockpit one's typical assault crafts were outfitted with in anything bulkier than something like Zasz's suit. He could tell they weren't mercs either, the red hue of their skin visible through the clear visor of their masks, keying them as individuals from Jallee's star system. They were decked out with the works though, both primary and secondary plasma based casters. The make and model were unclear, but he doubted they were cheap knockoffs. A volley from the riffle could probably tear through his own suit if they all hit on point; it certainly could blow his head clear off his shoulders. At his side a handle with a hilt, where a physical edge was lacking, Zasz assumed it to be an energy based blade to match the guns. Any other gear was likely to be hidden within the compartments of their non-mechanized suit. From behind one towering structure to the next, Zasz danced inwards within the room, still trying to locate the other individual who did not seem to be within a camera's radius. Strange how these two hadn't branched out from their forced docking, but Zasz suspected they were not stupid enough to leave themselves open to a strike on his part.
Which left him wondering why the pair would not simply cripple his vessel and wait for reinforcements? Perhaps they intended to fortify this as a position to siege him from? Recovering Jallee alive must be of the utmost importance. Hopefully, Alex would keep a low profile as possible until after Zasz engaged, how he'd do so was yet to be determined. Their ships impacted close to one another, almost stacked vertically, each were located to the right of where Zasz and Alex entered towards the back. One pilot stood at near dead center of the room at a collection of control panels, while the other still evaded location...scratch that, from behind one of the containers by their ships. The gleam of a raised riffle keeping a watch on his partner -- bait. Were they expecting him so soon? Backing up, Zasz made his way opposite the duo of crashed vessels to the wall at his back. He'd draw them away first to give Alex some breathing room and attack whenever he caught eye of the mechanic reaching the first one. From his gauntlet he'd wrap a trio of collars around several narrow pipes before skirting along the outside of the room away from his set trap.
Keeping an eye on the security feed, Zasz detonated the collars, the explosions themselves were concentrated and confined, barely loud enough to be caught over the gaps in the warning sirens, but the shrill creak of metal against itself as the pipes gave way and coolant fluid rushed across the floor would surely catch the attention of whom he wanted it to. Now he waited as the the closest of the two intruders began approaching the site of the explosion. The other by the ships did not follow immediately until after his partner would be at the threshold of leaving his line of sight, in which case he had no choice but to disregard his attempt at an ambush to try and cover his ally. Little did he know that Zasz was planning such a feint of his own.
At Alex's colorful description of what she believed an expedited departure from this ship meant in his company Zasz found himself having difficulty containing a hearty chuckle from escaping those scarred lips of his. Had her luck always been so poor as to assume the worst in everyone she came across? To be fair, considering her recent captivity and the tales from which she shared, he could not exactly blame her for deciding on Zasz as a less than benevolent captain, not even taking into consideration that he was quite the scoundrel in many circles. About to cut her off, she continued on with her rambling once the shotgun was placed into her already struggling hands.
Whatever the reason, Alex seemed to fit Zasz like the perfect implant. Were her circumstances for arriving aboard his ship nigh impossible to stage, he'd have his suspicions on a ploy from a third party to wrangle in on the numerous bounties garnered over the years. Zasz connected on a personal level with few, and Alex was no exception to the rule as of yet, but in time perhaps she could be a confident as well as an assistant. The flow of the current into the future was always in flux, whichever path one might end up on was never quite certain. "Well spoken, Alex Winger. Then for as long as you'd like, I'd love for you to provide your technical services to my needs." Pausing, Zasz added an addendum, which he was not entirely sure of being necessary, but figured a bonus all the same. "I can pay of course." Where such funds would be acquired she'd surely learn in due course, but by then she'd be stuck with him for the long haul.
With Alex's defiant stance against his offered weapon, given to her for her own safety in his eyes, the mechanized man removed it from her encumbered state like plucking a leaf from a tree, reattaching it to the mag-clamp on his back with an audible 'click'. That invasive stare of his broke away from Alex's still stripped figure for another spell as he turned his attention to Jallee again. "They won't be like this one. The pyrotechnics are limited to her bloodline, perhaps a few scattered cases from what little I read. I didn't think hers would be so developed, but clearly I was wrong. In addition to their differences, the soldiers coming aboard will know how to hit what they shoot at." Zasz's speech came to an abrupt halt as those metallic digits wove through the pulsing crimson locks of the princess. What would he do with her now? The chance to prepare a special anesthetic was lost with the imminent boarding, perhaps before he even finished with this assault she'd wake up in a state far more furious than before, and there were no suitable method to hold her on his vessel, at least not yet.
His gauntlet hidden by the backing of the couch traveled slightly lower to a far too delicate neck to be held by such a grasp. Zasz could snap her neck right here and be done with the problem child, detonate her collar later and attribute it to a malfunction. Enemies would be made, but the lie would keep his name off of particular black records in his line of work. Sensors across tips of his fingers allowed for her pulse to be felt, slow and steady. A quiet sigh, Zasz lifted his grip to rest it atop the furnishing. The slaver had his own moral code to stand by, one he'd not broken before no matter how easy it would turn tide of struggles he faced in the past. He was no heartless killer if he could help it, especially not towards those that did not represent an immediate threat to his own life. That said, the intruders lives were likely forfeit, but that was simply a matter of the fact that Zasz had no room to spare for one member of the Russlion empire, not to mention three.
"They've already docked, I'm just not certain what I'd have you do with their crafts just yet." Zasz let loose another laugh pushing the Jallee situation from his thoughts at least until the scouts were dealt with. Whatever damage the irate vixen could do probably wouldn't be any worse than being bombarded by military grade fighter ships -- he hoped, anyways. He'd give a backhanded wave for his partner to stick close by as the massive armored male led the way to the main entrance leading out of the common area, dismissing the notion of Alex wandering off on her own. Through the sliding doors, a set a stairs leading up and down were present on each side, Zasz maneuvered the narrow, declining set of rails and grates to the landing on the next level, exiting the stairway into a far more cramped passage in the Greenhouse, one of the many connecting corridors to more critical areas of the maintenance levels below the main floor. Navigating the length which barely allowed the suited figure space, Zasz looked to posses just enough room to turn around, so he'd talk without facing Alex for this rare occasion. "Were their ships not burrowed into the water processing and coolant facility, I'd be down for seeing those fighters demolished." Each array of doors the duo passed through brought them closer to the invaders, and were the mechanic privy to Zasz's mannerisms she'd know how intent his focus narrowed on the plans formulating in that cyber-enhanced brain of his. "I can take care of the soldiers, I can't cleanly disable their ships." If Alex only knew that her luck with having vessels destroyed around her was shared by Zasz, the Greenhouse being a prolonged, drawn out collapse as he strove to keep it held together by pure will.
Pausing in front of one last especially bulky door to sigh, Zasz lamented how pressed for time the two were to get all of this done. He had hustled Alex along at a pace that allowed barely a second to breathe, let alone discern what was going on. She still would be scurrying along naked, and he did feel bad for the state she'd be in, clutching what few tools and parts she'd grabbed gathered inside his charred helmet. "Like the signal coming from the Diem Vuong, they'll have tracking beacons on them as well. Regardless of them still being attached to the Greenhouse, each of them need to be shut off." Most would look at the slaver as rather brutish and lacking much in the way of technical skills; in spite of them, Zasz was rather intelligent, at least in specific fields. The man with all of his body modifications was required to self-maintain his implants and armor without a technician on hand. That said, he was by no means a versed specialist when it came to star ships. "The facility is through this entrance. When we're inside, find cover fast and try and make your way to their ships. Don't worry about guys with guns, that will be my job, just show me what you can do under duress."
With a hiss from the metal wall opening, the pair would be met with an strong breeze of chilled air. When they had been contained within the maintenance shafts the background noise had been limited to the creaking of the ship's internals, now it was replaced with various warning sirens, violent jets of steam venting from busted pipes likely from where the pair of crafts forcefully boarded the Greenhouse. Massive cylindrical tanks, solid grey and spanning both levels of the dual floored room were spaced around he room in a grid. Entering from the second level, Alex and Zasz were atop of a catwalk connected around the edge of the room and spanning across attached to each of the tanks, which hindered not only their line of sight, but vision of them as well.
In this moment Zasz turned to Alex with that wry grin of confidence he tended to exude in situation that seemed deserving of anything but. Raising a lone digit to his lips, he hushed her as if it weren't obvious to stay as quiet as possible before he tossed his legs over the railing of the walkway to descend suddenly to the ground level. Micro motors and a shock absorbent gel layer gave his landing little more than a dull thud with the force being reduced and dispersed evenly throughout the floor. Zasz cycled through the surveillance cameras located in the room to determine exactly where the intruders were located in reference to himself in order to set the best course of action in dealing with them. Catching sight of one, he enhanced the footage for a better look at what he'd be going up against.
Not heavily armored, as one wouldn't fit in the cockpit one's typical assault crafts were outfitted with in anything bulkier than something like Zasz's suit. He could tell they weren't mercs either, the red hue of their skin visible through the clear visor of their masks, keying them as individuals from Jallee's star system. They were decked out with the works though, both primary and secondary plasma based casters. The make and model were unclear, but he doubted they were cheap knockoffs. A volley from the riffle could probably tear through his own suit if they all hit on point; it certainly could blow his head clear off his shoulders. At his side a handle with a hilt, where a physical edge was lacking, Zasz assumed it to be an energy based blade to match the guns. Any other gear was likely to be hidden within the compartments of their non-mechanized suit. From behind one towering structure to the next, Zasz danced inwards within the room, still trying to locate the other individual who did not seem to be within a camera's radius. Strange how these two hadn't branched out from their forced docking, but Zasz suspected they were not stupid enough to leave themselves open to a strike on his part.
Which left him wondering why the pair would not simply cripple his vessel and wait for reinforcements? Perhaps they intended to fortify this as a position to siege him from? Recovering Jallee alive must be of the utmost importance. Hopefully, Alex would keep a low profile as possible until after Zasz engaged, how he'd do so was yet to be determined. Their ships impacted close to one another, almost stacked vertically, each were located to the right of where Zasz and Alex entered towards the back. One pilot stood at near dead center of the room at a collection of control panels, while the other still evaded location...scratch that, from behind one of the containers by their ships. The gleam of a raised riffle keeping a watch on his partner -- bait. Were they expecting him so soon? Backing up, Zasz made his way opposite the duo of crashed vessels to the wall at his back. He'd draw them away first to give Alex some breathing room and attack whenever he caught eye of the mechanic reaching the first one. From his gauntlet he'd wrap a trio of collars around several narrow pipes before skirting along the outside of the room away from his set trap.
Keeping an eye on the security feed, Zasz detonated the collars, the explosions themselves were concentrated and confined, barely loud enough to be caught over the gaps in the warning sirens, but the shrill creak of metal against itself as the pipes gave way and coolant fluid rushed across the floor would surely catch the attention of whom he wanted it to. Now he waited as the the closest of the two intruders began approaching the site of the explosion. The other by the ships did not follow immediately until after his partner would be at the threshold of leaving his line of sight, in which case he had no choice but to disregard his attempt at an ambush to try and cover his ally. Little did he know that Zasz was planning such a feint of his own.
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