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[Aluminator (Kit)]

Elriss shakes her head, "Nope, we're not rebels. We might be the most non-rebels in the whole Empire!" She giggles a little at her joke.

"Oh, they make us do everything," says Elriss, waving a hand in the air. She adopts a mocking tone "Protect this Council member on a trip, keep an eye on this Sub-Visser, assassinate this Yeerk, spy on the Andalites, report on this planet, spread this rumor, make sure this location is safe for this Council member, yadda yadda yadda." She blinks, staring at her now half-full plastic cup of redin and wonders vaguely if she might be talking just a little too much.

"So what about you, darlin'?" she asks, looking at Haviss with a bleary attempt at her flirtatious smile. "Which Visser you under? How'd you end up here?"

[Terenia]

Haviss rubs at his jawline with a thumb, wondering whether he should tell Elriss the full truth or not. His assignment was hardly a secret, but it was also not particularly flattering. On the other hand, if she had as much power as she claimed, she might be able to provide a useful lead.

"I work under several Vissers and Sub-Vissers," he finally says slowly. "I'm in charge of a pool ship's interrogation ward. I keep the interrogators happy and the prisoners in check, while dealing with any bottom-feeding turelek that is looking to collect on a bounty." He snorts a little, making clear his opinion of the bounty hunters that kept his operations in business. "At least, I used to."

Leaning back a little he lifts his pint glass, though he does not sip it, considering the amber colored liquid within. "I have...misplaced... one of the prisoners being kept at my facility. Usually we would just issue a gashad and wait for someone to collect, but...well, this prisoner is a bit of a special circumstance, and a Sub-Visser went missing shortly after she did. Since it is such a high profile case, I am handling it personally." He finally lifts the glass to his lips, taking a small sip. "Of course it has not been going very well, which is why I am still wandering space after two years."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Elriss's reaction to Haviss's mention of tureleks mirrors Haviss's own. She snorts and glances back towards Rathien.

She stares at Haviss, an expression of surprise eventually finding its way to her features. "Tha' must be some prisoner," she says. "You sure they're still alive?" She manages a look of anger, "I hate having to deal with things myself. 's the reason I'm all..." she waves a hand, indicating her messy uniform.

[Terenia]

"No, not sure at all," Haviss admits with a bit of a grimace. "But if she is alive, I need her, and if she is dead, I need proof of it. The best I can figure she is hiding out with the Andalites, though the Yeerk rebels are a possibility I had not considered. Neither are particularly easy to find." He frowns a little at the state of Elriss. "What sort of dealings leave you looking as if you just ran a marathon through the woods?"

[Myitt]

Gene lies slumped over the warped and scratched wooden table, slouched in an equally worn and torn booth made of red cracked leather.

He wakes with a start, sitting up and staring around, brushing his disheveled, curly brown hair out of his pale face. His angular features are crowded out by wide brown eyes, bloodshot from uncomfortable and drunken sleep.

"Oh, ****," he breathes, flexing and unflexing the hand he'd been sleeping on top of, which has fallen asleep. He blinks and rubs idly at his eyes. When he is adequately convinced that no one is going to attack him, he rubs at his sore neck, tapping up a holoscreen and writing a message in English that is likely unreadable from closer to the bar.

He stretches out his legs so his black sneakers rest on the seat opposite him, swiping away the holoscreen and giving the bar patrons another wary glance.

Something--or someone--he sees makes him blanch even paler.

<<What in God's name is Dan doing here?>> he whispers internally to Kellim, his Yeerk companion.

<<More appropriately, what is Haviss doing here?>> Kellim responds grimly, warily taking control and pressing a hand against the Dracon stuffed unceremoniously into Gene's jeans pocket.

<<Jeez, don't make eye contact, Kellim!>> Gene yelps. <<Do you want to end up in the hospital?>>

<<Do glares typically wound?>> Kellim murmurs with a chuckle. <<We'll be fine, Gene. Unless he starts swinging. Then I shoot, and we're still fine.>>

<<Not encouraging, Kellim. Not even a little bit,>> Gene grates.

[Chad32]

Ike saw movement at a table, and noticed a man he had overlooked for some reason. "Was he there before?" he asked Mar, who seemed deep in thought. He waved the guy over. "Hey bud. Come join the crowd. If you have a hangover, I'll pay for a bit of the hair of the dog that bit you, as it were."

[Myitt]

Gene's eyebrows raise.

<<Great,>> Gene himself mutters. <<Now we're attracting attention. Let's just go, please? Dom probably won't even see the damn message, if he kept on drinking the way he was.>> Underlying that thought was, Why the hell did he leave me in here with Dan, of all people?

<<Far be it for me to decline an opportunity to be social,>> Kellim responds, mulling over the idea of approaching the unknown man and his frilly companion. <<But I can't imagine why Dan and Haviss would be here. Are they on a mission, this quickly?>>

Outwardly he gives Ike a small wave, but doesn't move from his seat. "Perhaps water would be wiser," he calls.

[Terenia]

Haviss looks up at the new voice, glancing at the curly-haired man in the booth. His eyes do a quick, customary sweep of him, then he turns back to Elriss, seemingly not finding him a threat. There is no sign of recognition on his face.

"I suppose that whatever you were doing was completed successfully?" he asks, draining his pint glass and setting it aside. He brushes absently at his shirt, almost as if the grime on Elriss' clothing might manifest itself on him. It does not, and he remains as neatly dressed as ever, in a plain blue button-down and jeans, having long ago foregone the Imperial uniform. The only sign of his allegiance is the holster around his waist, the leather stamped with the Imperial logo.

[Chad32]

"Clean water, good bartender. In a clean glass." Normally Ike didn't have to elaborate on the cleanliness of the glass he wanted in bars, but the bartender had been wiping the same grimy glass this whole time without seeming to get anywhere. The man filled a glass wordlessly, and Ike brought over the water. "I don't want to seem weird or anything, but I've been here for a bit, and didn't notice you. How did you get here?"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Elriss laughs loudly, "A lot of it has to do with running a marathon through the woods." She shakes her head, "Not sussessful yet. Lost the bastard I was after and ended up here. He mus' be in the woods nearby, but I haven't seen him in hours." She again tries unsuccessfully to lower her voice, "We think he's got Peace Movement ties. Big lead, this guy. And gorgeous." She looks sullenly at her now nearly-empty plastic cup of redin. "I shouldn't have to run 'im down myself. Tha's what underlings are for. But 'e lost 'em good." She suddenly pounds the table, "But he won' get away from me!" she says passionately, looking around the bar, as if expecting whoever she's talking about to be sitting there. She notices the man alone at a table for the first time and frowns. How had she missed him before?

[Shenmue654]

"No," states Mar, frowning at Ike. He had suddenly spotted the man as well, although he had had slightly more warning. Whatever power the Highest known as the Bartender used gave off a faint signature, which he recognized from the first time Ossanlin had almost perished. Although he wondered dimly if that was merely the bartender registering the existence of the new patron, and the man had come in some other way.

Mar got up from the stool and walked cautiously toward the man. He didn't....seem...dangero us, precisely. Merely confused. Mar held out his hand, putting on his best earnest smile. "Hello," he stated politely. "Might I inquire whence it is that you have come? My name is Mar."

[Myitt]

Gene smiles distractedly at Ike, accepting the glass of water.

"Thanks, man," he says, still a little groggy. "Yeah, well, I fell asleep in a drunken stupor, not entirely the safest thing to do in a place like this." He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of water. "But there you go. I'm not used to being here, or being drunk."

He feels the eyes of the girl at the bar on him. And Haviss, he hadn't made so much as a salute in his direction. It was like the Yeerk didn't even recognize him.

<<Strange,>> Kellim remarks. <<We ran his induction. Besides, your hair is hard to forget.>> The internal thrill that is the equivalent of an emotional smirk is obvious.

And then another social stab. The well-dressed man...if it was indeed a man? Gene narrows his eyes at Mar, curiously.

"Hi, um," Gene says faintly, strangely hesitant to shake the thing's hand, but gripping Mar's fingers firmly nonetheless. He swallows. "I'm Gene. I came from..."

<<Careful,>> Kellim warns.

"...I, uh, came from the same place he did." Gene nods across the bar interior at Dan and Haviss, and giving Mar the same distracted smile he'd given Ike.

[Chad32]

"Well so far we've been a pretty peaceful crowd, though some of us have different views about equality than others. My name is Ike. Nice to meet you."

[Myitt]

"Nice to meet you, too, Ike," says Gene. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he hesitates before asking, "What do you mean?"

[Chad32]

He sits down and leans towards the man. "See, those guys are controllers. Humans that have Yeerks in their heads. These Yeerks don't really treat hosts as equals. Not that all Yeerks act like that, but these two and the Empire they belong too are pretty stubborn about not wanting to change their ways unless they're forced to."

"Though I guess you migth be too. It's hard to tell just by looking, though there might be a way to spiritually sense something. I've never really tried it."