After seeing when he needed to show up, Barus headed back for the bar.
Eolas followed the captain to the quarters he was being given. He both wondered and dreaded the results.
She then moved on to other items
Dius slowly sipped his drink attop the bar.
Carus opened a build, “you can stay in here.” He tells Eolas
“Thank you.” Eolas says as he looks around the room to determine his new (maybe temporary) living conditions.
Barus sits next to him and orders a drink.
It was a large open space with several bookshelves, there was a hallway to the left with a kitchen next to it.
Barus would receive his drink.
Jim now browses the store’s inventory of gloves.
Eolas was pleasantly surprised. “Literature, space, and a kitchen. Better than the cell I was expecting.”
Barus starts to down his drink. “So, you going on the raid tomorrow?” He asks Dius.
“how about these,” she offered, pulling out a black leather pair
“We aren’t the imperium,” replied Carus nonchalantly.
“Probably,” replied Dius
“Well that’s at least one thing I prefer here.” He says, smiling. “Again, thank you so much.”
“Guess I’ll see you there, then.” Barus says to him, taking another sip of his drink.
Dius nods, before leaving
“Why yes,” affirms Jim. “These will do nicely.”
She nods, “anything else?”
A servant approached Thallos
Thallos scribbled something on his palm and for a brief moment expressed some joy at being back home, but all positive emotion slid off his face as it descended into a disappointed scowl once he had to interact with someone else again.
“Well?”
“the triumvirate expects your report at the capital,” replied the servant
“Yeah, y’got anything to cover up this ugly mug?” Jim asks jestingly, gesturing to his own face with his cybernetic arm.
The scowl disappeared. Pushing past the servant, Thallos began making a beeline for the capital, his authoritarian bearing driving crowds apart for his passage. He ascended the steps with an inhuman rigidness; a sign that he was preparing to speak with a manner different from himself.
Once inside the innermost sanctum a person of his bearing could access with no limitations, he seated himself on a chair, drumming his fingers nervously.
Arnas awakes and picks up his mirror. He sticks to the alleys, going through them to see where his target might be.
Eolas picked a book of the shelf, sat down, and started reading.
Barus sipped his drink some more, daydreaming about the coming raid.
“like a scarf, it a mask?”
Three beings entered, stood upon a hovering platform with a podium in the center and turned to face the advisor. “Report,” orders the one to the left, Arnius. The other two, Kieo and Wheius, stood patiently awaiting a response.
each of the triumvirate were distinct in appearance, Arnius was the tallest, and seemingly made of marble, with glowing blue eyes. Kieo’s form seemingly made of ice with flowing water within, her eyes a glowing white, and Wheius was in a suit of armor as dark as a viod, the only part of his actual form that could be seen was a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Y’got anything like that?”
Thallos took a short bow at the waist. “Noble Triumvirate.” He proclaimed.
Spending a millisecond to glance at his palm, he continued. “I have returned with a report on the effectiveness of the crew, military functions, and capability of the Amino on her first voyage.”
“Your requests to draw the attention of any pirates in he area were met with immediate readiness.” He said, bowing at the waist again as he presented a closed set of papers, in which he had colourfully covered every detail about the ship’s capabilities, from her minimum movement speed to how many soldiers had polished their boots before they clambered towards the mess hall. He had finalized it as the Amino had returned to port. “We were assaulted by the pirate vessels Mavara and Seree; the former heavily damaged and the latter sunk. Her remains are now overtaken by the storm.”
“I will say,” Thallos began, in an uneasy but still jabbing tone. “Communications with the pirate monarch may become a bit strained after this.” He knew it was a bit foolish of him to imply that the incredibly dubious relationship between his superiors and the pirate king was anything short of brutal, or that the two had dared to send any contact between each other for some time (to his knowledge) but it was no secret that Thallos detested the war as it pulled from a finite supply of resources, and considering the pirates far beneath himself and his species, saw no reason to bother with them.
Regardless, he dared to hazard such a statement with the concern that antagonistic advancements may escalate further now that one of the pirate ships was sunk so far from their city.
The shopkeep nods, and began with scarves, “this’ll be the cheaper option of the two,” she told him, “though I won’t provide as much protection.”
“We thank you for your report,” said Kieo,
“However such relations are inconsequential,” adds Wheius, “though your concern is noted.”
Arnius took the papers, “you may leave us Thallos, unless you have something more to say.”