Captain Jessie Hawk
Neon Graffiti
Captain Jessie Hawk
Neon Graffiti
[ Isle de Gambino - Marketplace ]
It didn't take Hawk's advise for Lee to deposit his cash back into his wallet. The thief scowled sourly at the venomous superiority this elitist snake was spitting. While he as well not not versed in elvish, especially this dialect, it didn't take a multilinguist to detect snide remarks and combative expressions.
"I think your boy just tried to threaten me, Hawk," Lee replied crossly, once "Sy" had made himself scarce. Nodding in agreement to Jessie's proposition, he had up and finished his text, burying his phone back into his trousers. "Are all of your informants vamps? And assholes? >_>" Lee questioned, but this business was never short of its sleezy getaround-knowitalls. Speaking of which...
"Oh! By the by, I got my cousin working on tracking down your VIPs..." Lee said, walking Hawk back to their car, paying little mind to Mel and Jo. "She's runs the informants around this town - if it's happened, chance are, she heard it first. I hope that ship 'a yours has good signal?" As he escorted himself back into his vehicle, and gave the chauffeur the update, he waved goodbye to the girls.
"Au revoir, ladies! We got a flight to make! Good luck thawing your TV dinner!" And off they went...
"Jo, Mel, ge' everythin' se' up to save Fan'. I shall mee' ye there. Or me firs' mate may. Either way I mus' hea' back to me ship firs'."
::Jessie turned and headed towards the car once again. Getting into the car with Lee, Jessie smirked to himself. It was good to be back. Sy was not an informant though, it almost made Jessie sad to think about how such a gifted individual would sink so low as to be almost a monster. To each their own though. Jessie wasn't ever able to get on Sy's good side, just his tolerable side.::
"I wouldn' really call him an informan' mate. Sy is more o' a mutual ally o' sorts. Lon' story really."
::Jessie signed remembering those times. He also missed Osiris as well as Gaspard. The old crew were a great group of mates.::
"VIP's eh? Well how is tha' goin'? Me ship can be contacte', once there I'll give ye the bes' code to reach us a'. Drive towards the southern shorelines. I lande' her there."
((Holiday was great Neon! Thank you and it's okay if you were a bit late, how was your holiday my friend!))
Arriving at the exact coordinates (via Jesse's bad directions), Lee emerged from the car with investigating eyes. After a moment of looking, he shot a confused glance back at his pirate confidante.
"... well? Where is it!" The Irishman flailed, before bopping his head into an invisible something. Stumbling back, rubbing the sore from his forehead, Lee had unknowingly happened upon the pirated spacecraft. Foregoing his bruise, Lee became enamored by that which he could not see, curiously inspecting the flying saucer until Jesse decided to unveil it.
"Whoa. So I guess this proves it... we are not alone." Lee observed. "I've seen my share of crazy s**t my lifetime, Hawk. But never did I think I'd ever step foot inside a flying saucer. Is this safe? I don't need any kinda training for this, do I?" Jesse would note a mix of hesitance, but also excitement in Lee's shaky voice. He'd just bought the express ticket to Weirdsville.
::Once they were finally there Jessie hopped on out. Snickering to himself after Lee had hit his head the Pirate King pulled out a little device and clicked a button. The flying saucer was a little more then just a saucer. When it originally arrived here it was just that a saucer. Jessie had some new expansions coming out from the tale end of the vessel, once he figured out where it was that is.::
"Aye we foun' tha' one ou' ages ago Lee. Tell ye the truth, if one o' them Zur' didn' kill their brother in col' bloo' this ship may no' be here now."
::Jessie walked onto the ship waving for Lee to follow. He lead the fellow ally down some corridors until they came to the bridge of the ship. Stations littered the area. Weapons array, communications, Captains chair, engineering stations, security, life support, everything.::
"Aye she be a fine, an' very safe ship."
::He pondered a moment. Before letting out a brief sigh.::
"Al ussta dalninuk, F'sarn ghil, nin vel'bol?"
::Jessie whispered that last part.::
"Keep an' eye ou' mate. There jus' may be an' ol' frien' o' mine still aboar'. If ye see him le' me know. Be Elf-kin like meself."
*A good many memories...memories (and were it not for the wonders of atmospheric scrubbers and filtration running on the crafts redundant systems, a good heavy coating of dust most likely) and long shadows were the reply to Jessie's words. The years had passed, rather in a blur so many near catastrophes averted, friends gained and lost....all in the wake of what had happened in this place. A pivotal chance meting and partnership that had spiraled outward...and now here again where it had all began what it seemed awaited Jessie and Lee in toe...was an empty vessel full of whispers and memories undercut by the steady hum and throb of it's own quiet pulse. Monitor banks, gleaming dully languidly displaying information in the cryptic alien tongue of it's former masters, hummed quietly lending at least some ambiance to what would have otherwise been an eerily quiet place where silence laid heavy as the grave.
Buried beneath the stretch of empty silence the movement was startlingly easy to miss...then and again when ones eyes are filled with what should be it can be startling in difficulty to spot the small things out of place. With the fullness of the bridge, empty and beautiful in it's own alien design and symmetry or lack thereof where it did apply...one was scarce drawn to look at their own feet. The oddly directionless light filtering down from above cast soft illumination but few shadows, those that did lurk were but small and trivial things...at least that was as it should have been however the shadows of the two that stood regarding the empty bridge looking for the one who had in his own right summoned them there stretched long behind them, as though they stood before the rising sun reaching long until the bridge doors slid shut behind them with a quiet hiss casting those shadows tall upon its gleaming surface. There it was behind the stretch of their vision the change had truly begun. Those tall shadows began to writhe...twisting and shifting turning in upon themselves as though things alive and with a purpose. Their twisting mass folding inward upon themselves and spreading outward, wider and wider in silent proliferation until the whole of the circular portal that had granted them egress was shrouded in a darkness thick enough that one might have mistaken it for the bridge hatch being coated in an unnaturally dark tar...lacking even the hint of a gleam or liquid luster. As it was from within the depths of that darkness sprang forth a light...small at first but growing quickly its silvery radiance stood in near painful contrast to the darkness about it the bright point gleamed in the center of the darkness a lone star in the empty black and that light began to spread. Not outward as a light should but rather growing along a direct and vertical line thin and keen as a razors edge reaching its apex at the relative boundary of the floor and the upper curve of the hatch itself.
What happened next was...vexing...at least it would have been for one looking directly at it...to describe to any who had not. That sinuous silvery line of light...twisted without twisting, seeming in its own respect to curl in upon itself without ever truly moving a sight that might in and of itself drive a rational mind to a splitting headache if not worse...twisted and widened as though tearing apart that very air itself opening into a ragged and gaping hole in the fabric of what was...beyond...a darkness that was not darkness...and hungering swirl of a vastness that the mind could not wholly grasp leaving only the impression of a great and indescribable hunger and a power that might shrivel even the stoutest of beings in abject terror...it was from this portal...this Gateway...that eyes regarded the backs of the two standing before it, one familiar the other not.
Silent were the steps of the soft soled black boots, broken down and worn from countless miles traveled down countless roads, upon the deck. Silent too the shift of the black robes that shrouded the tall and slender frame, arcane and sweeping runes worked in gold and silver tracing their hems. As he emerged, the Gateway behind him beginning already to close in upon itself. The figures eyes, twin pits of molten gold seaming to hang within a darkness that shrouded all but themselves in impenetrable blackness, lit with an unseen smile...it had been a long time...a very very long time for himself though none but Jessie might have known the full extent of the why...breathing in the familiar air of a plane not walked upon in what to him had been perhaps an age or more Palin Darksword at last spoke. His voice was a soft thing...shy by a touch of being a whisper and yet it carried well, a gentle compelling thing a voice for telling stories to a wondering crowd before a lit hearth in the dead of night...a voice of secrets and authority* "Ul'kas dos zhahen, lu'nin dos inbal doer...'zil whol vel'bol zhah huthin Dalninuk...orn lu'zak pholor l'arlathil d'dosst ssrig'luin. Neitar l'n'nehr...dos inbal ul'kas lu'ghil Usstan tlun ulu an'yui"
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