While Zasz had the capability of understanding Alex mere moments prior, albeit requiring a slightly sterner attention to each syllable, or lack there of, what dribble came off of her tongue in her current this state made little to no sense at all. This was not a sign of fortune for the future. Still, if she kept her mouth moving, at least he knew she was still alert enough to not be plummeting to her end. Zasz only hoped that the girl had her wits about her currently to tie herself safely to the life line he provided.
That said line suddenly went taut.
Interrupting his train of thought, Zasz made sure to keep his grip firm to prevent any slack forming in the cord from Alex losing her hold on the ladder. It wouldn't be much of a rescue if she fell a few feet, snapped back against the cable, and slammed into the wall of the tube. What incoherent mumbles that had been floating up to him had ceased abruptly alongside with the added weight pulling against him. That had been close, if he had went to get one of his slaves to assist in the matter, Alex likely would have ended up a lovely shade of crimson spattered across the cold metal far below her dangling figure. Which would have been one acceptable outcome to this encounter, giving piece of mind that the problem had indeed been resolved without further issue. A prevented and needless death however would not have sat well with the slaver. So here he was, raising the mechanic a foot at a time with each measured drag of the line across his hands. The extra length of cable continued to retreat into the confines of his suit, and sure enough that scrawny woman that had been so illusive throughout this debacle came into clear view without the need for enhanced optics.
With his legs on both sides of the the maintenance hatch, Zasz lifted her out of the tunnel with one last tug until she was hanging still in front of his armored form. With her unconscious and not running he could take a closer inspection an obviously exhausted, malnourished, and quite abused young lass. What did not happen though, was Zasz taking the said closer look. He more so glanced her over, then eyed the complex knot she had managed to create in the grappling hook around her torso with a sigh. His fingers inside this enclosure were not suited to minute, detailed maneuvers. They were more like fat sausages that curled into a real mean right hook. From his outer leg, a vibroknife flew magnetically from its position to his free hand held at his side, and with swift, but delicate motions he cut the harness she improvised loose. Scraps of his grapple that would undoubtedly have to be replaced lying around him, but Alex out of the mess of sturdy cord, he hauled the smaller woman over his shoulder and turned towards the elevator for what he hopped would be the last for at least a few more days.
"What to do with you?" Was the primary question he directed towards the one that he'd yet to get a name from, or honestly nothing more than a few sentences in garbled common trying to secure her survival. Whether or not she was out like a light brought little change to her situation at the moment, she'd not be ducking away into a dark corner of the ship as long as he could put even the briefest touch to her skin. Those gauntlets could course such a high voltage current through someone's system to outright kill them, not that he had done that in any fashion more than an accident or to protect his own life. The point of most of his equipment was to incapacitate and detain, not to bring about the loss of a those beautiful gems he works so diligently to collect.
Tossing her inside a cell came to the forefront of his options, but thinking on it, once she saw what kind of cargo he himself was carrying aboard the Greenhouse what choices he had in dealing with Alex became quite simple. Either she accepts it, or she doesn't, and each had consequences.
The best he could do was confine her to the living sector. All he had to do was wait out his self imposed blackout while the fallout from whatever chaos may have befallen the Russlion people over the disappearance of one of their princess ran its course. After that he could find a spaceport to send her on her way. There was at least a week before any information came his way though, and to tell Alex that she could not go anywhere more than a few quarters, especially when her first instinct had been to burrow beneath the decks, might be a hard sell.
There was no incident on his way back to the upper floor, not that he expected there to be any. Checking the Greenhouse reports on his HUD still showed their spacial jump underway, barely halfway through. If some force could attack him in this plane of existence, then he was already beyond all hope.
Where he finally came to a stop would be one of the largest rooms to move about in apart from the containment facilities which spanned nearly the entire length of the vessel. Around him were the basics for sustaining an almost indefinite stay in the stars without requiring to do more than refuel at a station. While there was a kitchen in the off on the edge the distance, Zasz also purchased a matter replicator for the purpose of cutting out the need to cook a while back. He wasn't entirely certain on the process it used, only that it broke down organic material into low impact, nutrient heavy bars. One bite could practically fill your body's caloric intake for the whole day. This was perhaps the most advanced piece of equipment around apart from his suit. Everything, even at a glance appeared worn an weathered, especially the couch he laid her across. Info screens lining the walls by consoles were lit up if only for a light source, no data scrolling down the illuminated glass.
Zasz positioned himself across from Alex on an equally worn cushioned seat, sinking into it like it was filled with water. With his mass thrown about, data pads, books, and overall a general pile of various materials were knocked to his feet. Keeping a clean house had never been a priority of his as even the holotable between them had clutter to it. What did rank as important, was to have her ingest something, anything to keep her body from shutting down, but not only was the ability to get an IV into her arm a difficult, if not impossible task while inside his armor, he didn't think she'd take kindly to having a needle shoved inside her.
All he really could do was wait until she woke up--if she woke up--and have her suck on a nutrient stick so he could get some damn answers for all of this shit he's had to put up with today. Which in the long run, was probably quite a bit less than whatever she had to tell him.
That said line suddenly went taut.
Interrupting his train of thought, Zasz made sure to keep his grip firm to prevent any slack forming in the cord from Alex losing her hold on the ladder. It wouldn't be much of a rescue if she fell a few feet, snapped back against the cable, and slammed into the wall of the tube. What incoherent mumbles that had been floating up to him had ceased abruptly alongside with the added weight pulling against him. That had been close, if he had went to get one of his slaves to assist in the matter, Alex likely would have ended up a lovely shade of crimson spattered across the cold metal far below her dangling figure. Which would have been one acceptable outcome to this encounter, giving piece of mind that the problem had indeed been resolved without further issue. A prevented and needless death however would not have sat well with the slaver. So here he was, raising the mechanic a foot at a time with each measured drag of the line across his hands. The extra length of cable continued to retreat into the confines of his suit, and sure enough that scrawny woman that had been so illusive throughout this debacle came into clear view without the need for enhanced optics.
With his legs on both sides of the the maintenance hatch, Zasz lifted her out of the tunnel with one last tug until she was hanging still in front of his armored form. With her unconscious and not running he could take a closer inspection an obviously exhausted, malnourished, and quite abused young lass. What did not happen though, was Zasz taking the said closer look. He more so glanced her over, then eyed the complex knot she had managed to create in the grappling hook around her torso with a sigh. His fingers inside this enclosure were not suited to minute, detailed maneuvers. They were more like fat sausages that curled into a real mean right hook. From his outer leg, a vibroknife flew magnetically from its position to his free hand held at his side, and with swift, but delicate motions he cut the harness she improvised loose. Scraps of his grapple that would undoubtedly have to be replaced lying around him, but Alex out of the mess of sturdy cord, he hauled the smaller woman over his shoulder and turned towards the elevator for what he hopped would be the last for at least a few more days.
"What to do with you?" Was the primary question he directed towards the one that he'd yet to get a name from, or honestly nothing more than a few sentences in garbled common trying to secure her survival. Whether or not she was out like a light brought little change to her situation at the moment, she'd not be ducking away into a dark corner of the ship as long as he could put even the briefest touch to her skin. Those gauntlets could course such a high voltage current through someone's system to outright kill them, not that he had done that in any fashion more than an accident or to protect his own life. The point of most of his equipment was to incapacitate and detain, not to bring about the loss of a those beautiful gems he works so diligently to collect.
Tossing her inside a cell came to the forefront of his options, but thinking on it, once she saw what kind of cargo he himself was carrying aboard the Greenhouse what choices he had in dealing with Alex became quite simple. Either she accepts it, or she doesn't, and each had consequences.
The best he could do was confine her to the living sector. All he had to do was wait out his self imposed blackout while the fallout from whatever chaos may have befallen the Russlion people over the disappearance of one of their princess ran its course. After that he could find a spaceport to send her on her way. There was at least a week before any information came his way though, and to tell Alex that she could not go anywhere more than a few quarters, especially when her first instinct had been to burrow beneath the decks, might be a hard sell.
There was no incident on his way back to the upper floor, not that he expected there to be any. Checking the Greenhouse reports on his HUD still showed their spacial jump underway, barely halfway through. If some force could attack him in this plane of existence, then he was already beyond all hope.
Where he finally came to a stop would be one of the largest rooms to move about in apart from the containment facilities which spanned nearly the entire length of the vessel. Around him were the basics for sustaining an almost indefinite stay in the stars without requiring to do more than refuel at a station. While there was a kitchen in the off on the edge the distance, Zasz also purchased a matter replicator for the purpose of cutting out the need to cook a while back. He wasn't entirely certain on the process it used, only that it broke down organic material into low impact, nutrient heavy bars. One bite could practically fill your body's caloric intake for the whole day. This was perhaps the most advanced piece of equipment around apart from his suit. Everything, even at a glance appeared worn an weathered, especially the couch he laid her across. Info screens lining the walls by consoles were lit up if only for a light source, no data scrolling down the illuminated glass.
Zasz positioned himself across from Alex on an equally worn cushioned seat, sinking into it like it was filled with water. With his mass thrown about, data pads, books, and overall a general pile of various materials were knocked to his feet. Keeping a clean house had never been a priority of his as even the holotable between them had clutter to it. What did rank as important, was to have her ingest something, anything to keep her body from shutting down, but not only was the ability to get an IV into her arm a difficult, if not impossible task while inside his armor, he didn't think she'd take kindly to having a needle shoved inside her.
All he really could do was wait until she woke up--if she woke up--and have her suck on a nutrient stick so he could get some damn answers for all of this shit he's had to put up with today. Which in the long run, was probably quite a bit less than whatever she had to tell him.
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