Agendas and Arrangments }{ [Onas & Athena Crew]

[Paige Demore]

[July 15th, 2522 - Persephone]

"What do you mean I have to do a favor for you before I get my leave?" Priya glared at the screen and waited for the uniformed man on the other end to respond.

"Exactly what I said Priya, to get your leave request I want you to do something for me. There's a man that I want apprehended and I want you to bring him in. Don't worry I have some information on him, I won't leave you blinded. I'll forward the information to you my dear, I'm sure you'll get the job done, you always do." He grinned as the screen went blank.

"Liou koe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze!" Priya screeched at the blackness before her. How dare he hang up on her, it was a good thing no one was near to see the shock on her face. If her superior had stood here and said that to her face she wouldn't have blinked an eye to dig her sai into his stomach. How dare he speak to her like that. She fumed for a few minutes, there was no way she could go speak with Liliana right now, her bodyguards would probably pay for the rage she felt. Sounds from the system brought Priya's attention back to the screen as information documents were transmitted to the terminal.



[July 25th, 2522 - Early Afternoon - Newhall]

Priya was furious, very much so, because of him here she was on Newhall; too bad she wasn't here to finish her vacation. He had the upper-hand, for now, the sultry woman wasn't about to let him keep it. Her target was a ship thief named Onas Knox, she didn't have an exact plan yet but it would work itself out. She wondered why this man was so important to Marcus, he stole ships, that wasn't the big-time like some she'd been sent after. There had to be more to it.

Among what little information she had gotten was a man named Rishi who could get her into contact with Onas or at least know his whereabouts. Priya wondered what he would want as payment, part of her hoped she could pay him with one of her fine bullets.

Priya rounded the corner and headed straight towards the local bar that she had been told was the place to find Rishi. She entered the bar walking slowly, a hand on her gun holster, never can be too careful. Her gaze made a round through the bar, it was rather busy for the middle of the day. She walked with purpose between the tables and drunkards towards the bar where the bartender was quick to pay her attention. Priya leaned a bit over the bar and motioned with her finger for him to come closer. She knew he had a good view in fact his eyes never even met her own as he got close enough for her to whisper her proposal. Money for information, all she needed was a location and a target, the man called Rishi. Luckily it turned out that Rishi was in the very bar, Priya gave the bartender a quick peck on the cheek as an additional thank you. Her years with the Companion academy had proved to be useful still to this day, she grinned as she moved through the bar. As she passed one table one of the drunkards felt the need to grab her rear, Priya closed her eyes and cursed to herself turning to get a good look at the man. He simply smiled a dirty smile with missing teeth, she glared at him and made a mental note to repay him on her way out, she didn't need to make a scene before she got what she came for.

She found a seat within earshot of her man, an hour passed before the name she waited for left his lips, Onas Knox. The man Rishi was talking to sounded as though he wasn't interested in having the man for a job, which was fine with Priya, less competition. He was apparently in New Dunsmuir on Beaumonde, she had already gotten a description from her superior, that bastard Marcus Lee, now she had a location. Time to get going for yet another trip on the Athena. Priya took the long way back to the bar, handing the bartender another bundle of money as she headed towards the door. He was confused but didn't ask questions as to why he had just gotten more money out of the woman, he'd soon find out, it didn't belong to her anyway; everything was on Liliana's dime. Priya was grinning again, not the same as before, this grin was matching the blood-lust in her eyes as she approached the man who'd thought himself good enough to touch her earlier. Bending over just a enough she moved her hand sensually towards her cleavage, the man watched, drooling. He stopped drooling, stopped smiling, and stopped breathing; before he could react she had pulled one of her push daggers from her bra and sliced the man's jugular. No other men dared to try and retain her, they simply stared as this dark haired woman slinked toward the door and made her exit. She felt a bit better now.



[July 29th, 2522 - Early Evening - New Dunsmuir]

Priya laced up her boots, her favorites; black, knee-high, laces, buckles, a 3-inch heel and a sheath in each side to hide a few extra knives. Though most of the features didn't show beneath her black leather pants, she knew and that was enough. She packed up her usual choice of arsenal, daggers, pistols, her sai and headed toward the Athena's exit ramp. They'd finally landed yet again, this time at New Dunsmuir, Priya hoped this would be their final stop on this hunt. She still hadn't thought of a way to 'repay' Marcus Lee for this little stunt, it would present itself she was sure of that. Once she completed her job with Liliana, whenever that may be, she'd see to it that mister Lee found himself without the position he obviously enjoyed. He was only her direct superior, she had men in higher places she could call on, they were easier to play too. "I'm heading out Liliana, will you be joining me this time or shall I spend more of your money on my own?" she called out loudly, hitting the control to open the door, unsure of where her partner was. No answer. Well that was just great, the woman could at least tell her yes or no. Priya decided to give her a few minutes, she leaned against the ship's wall right next to the exit ramp. The metal was cold on her back, it felt nice.

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Liou koe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze = Stupid son of a drooling harlot and a monkey

[Onas Knox]

[July 29th, 2522 - Early Mourning - New Dunsmuir]

He was just awake enough to hate rim sleep when his contact wave sang out. It was Rishi's customer's ringtone. As much as Onas didn't want to get up, he needed the clients. He sat up and coughed for a minute before getting a cigarette. He opened his pack and removed one of the four in it, and sat there rubbing his eyes, willing himself awake, and wiping the sleep from his eyes. Reaching out and flipping on the light, he finally opened his eyes enough to take in his own apartment. He was a bit of a neat freak. His possessions all had a place and each thing was perfectly in it. Except his lighter...

"在哪里那个该死的妓女？ 混帐家伙..." his chinese accent was a lil rough even on his own ears, and his context wasn't much better. Alas, he found his lighter under his pillow, and finally lit a much needed cigarette. He drew in his first lung-full, and held on for a second, running a hand threw his hair before letting out his breath pouring smoke through the both of his nostrils. He got up and reached high towards the ceiling, arching his head back, stretching his legs, and popping his joints. Then, as if you flipped a switch, Onas was awake, his grogginess gone. He checked his wave records and was surprised that Rishi hadn't sent any addendum's with the new broadcast. Typically, Rishi didn't just let his customers speak with Onas directly, maybe he was getting sloppy, maybe he was just busy. Either way, next week, they were due to meet up again, and Onas would scold him for it in person. Until then...

The message was from a shiny lil thang of a gal, a Captain, or a first mate, or something. She was a lil sketchy on that point. No ship had two captains, so she must have been an administrative assistant or something of the like. Of point of interest, the gal asked for a rendezvous for a full ship, medium class freighter, less than 150,000... Gaaaa. They'd have to negotiate that point. Onas' cut was twenty-five percent standard strip, and of that, it took about eight percent to snatch a vessel. Onas sent back his usual coordinates and instructions*, gathered his gear, and of course, snagged a fresh pack of smokes.


[July 29th, 2522 - Early Evening - New Dunsmuir]

Onas set his back to the wall, waiting. He checked his watch, and shifted. So far, no one was here. A good sign. All rooftops in the area were below him, and his bridge was without fail, the safest way to communicate. He had a hand-held planted under the railing, and from this vantage point, no one could try to ambush him without his knowing about it. He lit a cigarette, and began counting down, eleven minutes from now, he would be on his way to a sushi bar, or home...

*The buyer must buy an orange and go to the middle of the Dow-Dow-Idin bridge. There you will slice into your orange with a shiny knife, and await my arrival. If you are late, or deviate from these instructions, we will not meet.

[Paige Demore]

Priya sighed as she pushed from the wall with her boot, she'd given Liliana a few minutes to respond or show up, neither happened. She rolled her eyes, it was a good thing Priya was sympathetic to what had happened to Lil otherwise she'd call the whole thing off and go back to work. She had the instructions and the talent, there was no need for Liliana to come anyway. Priya checked the time, fifteen minutes to spare, she headed toward the Dow-Dow-Idin bridge. Keeping an eye around her as she stalked the streets, didn't need any trouble-makers this evening. Any other night she wouldn't mind a would-be mugger trying his thing, it was a joyful event to have a little tussle with trash who deserved the wrong end of her knife.

Eight minutes left as Priya approached the bridge, she had made a stop by a street vendor to grab an orange. Not her favorite fruit but any fresh fruit was always a treat. Onas was a smart man it seemed, there was definatly more to the situation than Marcus Lee had let on. When she had sent him a wave he came off as a little off, flustered perhaps. Maybe something was off in the protocol, Priya hadn't heard anything about how to contact Onas since the man Rishi was actually talking to wans't interested. She'd wing it, she was wearing the type of clothing to help with distraction. Aside from her boots and black leather pants she adorned a corset style black top, low-cut of course, also showing off her navel peircing. Her dark hair was curled and let loose like normal, she did a smokey eye for her makeup.

Stepping to what amounted to be the middle of the bridge Priya took a long look around at her surroundings, it was an open spot, she'd be vunerable if Onas had the cause to take her out from afar. She glared at the thought, she didn't like feeling vunerable. Priya shook her head a bit, setteling her thoughts. From one of her boots Priya slid one of her knives from it's sheath and she held up the orange and sliced into it. The knife was to be shiny, and it was shiny, she kept good care of her weapons, they were always looking their best. She took a bite of the orange, slowly, closing her eyes savoring it and she waited.

[Onas Knox]

The wave should have sang out about the time she bit the orange if he timed it right. That aside, 好上帝 at the look of this gal. Onas hadn't seen any gall that dolled up in a long while. He waited for her to pick up the receiver and composed himself. The receiver was just that, it would only receive, no broadcasting, so she would have to listen well.

As soon as she found it and answered, Onas started speaking. "Listen fast, head west off the bridge, and keep walking, there is a sushi bar that is run by only one man, an old black codger, you keep walkin steady till you see him. When you hit that stretch, we'll talk face to face, bring the handheld."

With that, he shut the transmitter off. Now two things would happen. First, Onas hurried down the stairs to the elevator. Depending on her stride, he had somewhere between three and five minutes too get to the turn. Second, the handheld switched to transmit with no indication. This had saved his life in the past more than once, a trick Sid had shown years ago. Most of the time, you only heard some chinese pertaining to aggravation. But evvvvverry once in a while, you hear instructions to grab teams, or others. Cops are only so smart.

However, this lady looked more like a companion than a cop, why would she need his services? Onas had some questions, but, if Rishi sent her, then it had to be on the level. He hit the pavement and found her. Not bad timing, he walked up behind her, and started talking about the weather, then, when she finally turned towards him he mentioned having lunch at the sushi bar, pointing to it with the matching handheld in his hand.

[Paige Demore]

Things seemed to be going well, Priya had picked up the receiver and listened to more instructions. She sighed silently, while impressed she was also getting annoyed. Heading west off the bridge she kept an eye out for the Sushi bar that Onas mentioned in his instructions.

Gazing at the receiver still in her hand, 'I wonder how many times someone has tried to apprehend him before this thing became part of the plan, even more-so how many have tried after he started using is.' It would be a question for later to cure her curiosity. Priya grinned, this man was very interesting, too bad he was a criminal because he'd make a good officer.

From behind her as she walked a man started talking about the weather, then when her attention turned to him he said something about lunch at the sushi bar. She looked him over for a second, so this was Onas? She nodded her head at the mentioning of lunch, breakfast had been skipped today. Priya didn't usually eat before heading to a job so she was getting hungry and that orange only went so far. Perhaps it'd put the man at ease some if she ordered some food anyway. Heading into the bar her gaze circled the room, finding a nice location in a corner of the bar where no one would be within earshot. She walked with purpose towards the area, not bothering to see if Onas was following.

Priya took a seat, crossing her legs and folding her hands together on top of the table. She smiled looking at Onas, it was her nice smile. She'd wait for him to break the silence and hoped a waiter of some sort would come by before they got too deep into business.

[Onas Knox]

The lady picked the table and sat down. He liked her look, no doubt about it, but what he didn't much care for was the idea she might be trying to test the theory of how easy he would be to capture. Maybe he was just on edge because Rishi didn't add his usual message, but in his experience, the only people who wondered about the handheld, were the ones 'trying' to figure its purpose out. He shook his head clear before he sat down, he was just being paranoid, he must be.

"So, Miss, I'm not sure how much Rishi explained to you, but you need to know up front, this is the last time we meet for this deal. You understand I don't deal in credit, its cash only, and half up front." Jode came over with the crodgety old black man wheeling a janky old entree cart behind, when Jode stopped, the man started picking random choices of sushi for them to try. Jode continued standing there, holding a large menu, Onas paid him no mind for a moment, finishing his statement, "Usually, when someone approaches me, they are holding something more valuable than a pretty knife miss... Do you have the moneys to pay your end in this? Rishi explained that I don't snatch ships on credit, If you want you're asking price, I get half now, half when I deliver. Thank you Jode, the lady will have the bar." At this, Jode handed the menu to Onas, revealing a baton metal detector and he motioned for the woman to oblige. Onas didn't actually need to look to know that Raphael had placed his hand on the mounted sawed off under the sushi trey of the cart, mere feet away from where they were sitting. "You'll understand if I don't entirely trust a new guest in my neighborhood. If you don't mind..." he paused holding his own hand up in an inviting fashion, "this will only take a moment, or you could make it very easy and place the actual firearms on the table"

[Paige Demore]

Priya listened as Onas spoke, keeping eye contact with him and nodding just a tad. So this was indeed out of the normal protocol, it was probably better this way since it seemed he never met his clients face to face. This way she got a good look at him. Priya had assumed he'd want half the cash up-front, she had that covered thanks to Liliana and her large bank account.

An older man came over to the table, he held a large menu, she eyed him carefully. After a moment she decided he was somehow in league with the man sitting across from her, definitely this Onas had made an impression. She looked back to Onas as he continued speaking.

Ah a detector, Priya grinned, nodding to mean that she would cooperate. "I've much more than pretty knives sir I assure you," she purred, reaching between the curves of her corset, bringing out a pair of push daggers, slowly as to not alarm anyone. She set them on the table, then came the pair of black sai from the straps on her back. Priya stood up, still moving slowly, though as not to alarm anyone, she was also seductive in her movements. She pulled two pistols from their home on her waist in a lose fitting holster. For the last of her 'pets' she propped one boot after the other onto the chair she had been sitting in removing two knives from each. All her weapons sat in a row on the table, all in perfect condition, all shining from her daily cleaning of them. A small grin escaped her as she looked them over, it a was a slight look of blood-lust. Each one had taken a life at some point, each one was deserving; at least to Priya and that was enough. She stayed standing so the man could use the baton to make sure she wasn't hiding anything further.

"I understand dis-trust mister Knox, we are kindred in that fashion and to answer your question I do indeed have the money for your services.' Priya pulled a small pouch from behind her, though none could see where it came from exactly, she had kept it tucked beneath the back of her corset where a custom pocket had been sewn in at her request. She tossed it onto the table in front of Onas. 'I'm sure you'll find that the amount is correct and half the agreed to price."

[Onas Knox]

The first thing Onas was not prepared for was to see that anything else but cleavage could fit into that bust-line, she was barely in it as it was. Next she pulled sai, pistols, and then, in a touch Onas could admire (he had a butterfly in his boot) she removed four more knifes from her knee high boots...

Who is this woman?

Onas was almost intrigued, side the fact that his red flag was going off like a mad man. She was looking at her weapons with pride, nobody with an arsenal like that, hidden that well, didn't use it. Which meant she wasn't a fox in a box. Or some random Captain in need of some 'stolen freighter,' no she was defiantly here to kill him. Or arrest him. Either way, what she might not have meant to show off was the boot lace, it was Alliance threaded, the way they all do it. His father did that too. Must have been boot camp or something. He was about to dive from the table when she threw money on it...

Ok. No he was intrigued. He was defiantly intrigued. There were seventy-five ten thousand platinum bills. There was also a vessel print. VR-K86 Class. This was now a deal. In Onas' world, this was actually a binding contract, since the cash was in hand. Would the Good Lord still save him if now that it was, well, if you pardon the pun, "All out on the table" he didn't want to leave? His eyes looked from her to the money, to the weapons, to his friends, and back to the money. He decided to play it a bit longer, See what happened.

Onas played it nice enough. He smiled ever so slightly and asked the others to leave. She was daring him, he felt it. In answer Onas took a slip of printed paper, no need for handwriting to compare with you understand, and set it in front of her before he drew his own blade, and stabbed it too the table through the letter. Dried, crusty, rank blood still on it from the last life it saw fade.

"Ok, you got yourself a delivery date and a hanger. Do we have any other buisness?" He looked at her for more.

[Paige Demore]

Priya watched Onas as he looked between the active objects of his current situation; her, the money, her weapons, the men around them and back to the money. She sensed he was feeling a bit spooked, perhaps he'd picked up on some minor detail. He played it off well though, she had to hand it to him, Onas dismissed the others. They were alone.

She kept him in her sights as he retrieved a piece of paper, setting it down on the table. He then drew a knife that Priya raised a brow at. It was not well taken care of in her view, Onas stabbed the knife through the paper he had just put down.

Not wanting to put her hands on another person's weapon Priya simply let the fragile paper rip as she took hold of it and brought it closer for inspection. It simply stated exactly what he'd said, a delivery date and location. She folded the paper and tucked it away safely in her corset.

Priya knew this wasn't the place to try to make her move, besides she was interested in the man. He was careful, detailed, and smart; she wanted to see what kind of skills he possessed. Learning more about him might tell her why Marcus wanted him so badly. 'Let's see how much I can push him..' She grinned looking back to Onas, making eye contact. "So Mister Knox, when do we get started?" Priya knew he had no intention of letting her tag along but pushing his buttons would be a fun game.

[Onas Knox]

Onas was a little... shocked? That word may be a little strong, but regardless, Rishi was supposed to explain that he worked alone. Goram Rishi, his thought was interrupted by Jode...

"Espere um segundo, eu pensei que você e Rishi concordaram que os compradores não vão em trabalhos, assim que não começam comprimidos..."

Onas turned over his shoulder and then cut him off in a harsh tone, "Foda Rishi, você fazem seu trabalho, você não me dizem que como a faça meus!" and the man sat back rather sheepishly. He turned back towards the buyer's assistant and forced a smile.

"Mam," he started while lighting a cigarette, and he took a long drag, speaking with smoke still in his lungs changed his tone of voice, but the inflection was still irritated.
"I don't bring buyers... or their crew," he added nodding at her, "along with me on jobs for a reason. Has your boss ever bought an entire ship this way before?" As he finished his statement, he let out the rest of his lungful of smoke.

He looked at her differently now, more at her weapons, less at her clothing. Who is this girl? Why would she even want to go along? Was she a fighter? He didn't see any scars from here. She was not what she seemed, that was obvious. He looked at her knifes for a moment. Tics on the blades, scratches on the sidewall buffed away to polish. Handles had drop points, where it had hit the floor hard. He only knew these things, because his own knifes had the same. He started to study her more in detail. She did have scars...

Just mabey not on her body. He suddenly understood why Sid's job was so much more difficult than his own. He never had to deal with this kind of thing, and the more he saw, the less he wanted. It's strange, you know, you spend your whole life wanting to be in charge, then when you are, you just want someone to take over.





_{The conversation was basically about the fact that Rishi told Onas not to bring passerby's along. Onas wasn't pleased with the warning. There was meant to be a little confusion there.}

[Paige Demore]

((We'll let the scar thing stand, but if you could just leave it to the left arm and under her right ear. Also if you're going to use other languages, as a courtesy please put the translation at the bottom; things can be lost in translation if people have to look it up themselves because of all the different sites.))


The reaction she received was priceless, Priya grinned, Onas turned his attention back to her and smiled. Not a real smile, he was just being polite. This was rich, he thought of her as just a crew member, some captain's lackey.

"Mister Knox, let me first clear up your assumption. I'm no one's pet, no one's servant. I am a captain of my ship, while I may share that title with another I assure you she is not my boss; nor do I claim to be hers. We have...an understanding and arrangement between us." Priya paused, taking a moment to gauge what else she would say; her eyes were at a partial glare, her grin had faded.

She knew not to speak names; neither her's nor Liliana's. "To be quite frank about it, no, I have not flown this route when seeking a ship. Also while you were recommended to me, I'm not entirely sure I can trust you. What assurances do I have that you won't simply run off with my hard earned money if I do not come along to keep an eye on my investments."

Her annoyance left her, thankfully, a violent outburst definitely wasn't what was needed here. By the end of this Onas Knox would test her patience, though luckily for him she would restrain herself. Marcus wanted this man alive for whatever the purpose; Priya still wanted to know what was to all of this.

[Onas Knox]

"Lady..." He paused. His tone was almost betraying him.

Onas thought for a moment on this before speaking again. Always a catch. Normally he would have gotten up and left, but, something was different. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was the idea that he was talking to captain, and not a lackey. Perhaps it was that for once, a client lived up to the agreement. She had in fact, complied with his every demand. And she was obviously a fighter, tried to hide it, and did very well right up to the last statement. And the arsenal on the table.

He ashed and took another long drag, then he looked her in the eyes, deliberately taking his time for a decision.

The thing was this, these were legit, ten thousand platinum bills. Which at the very least meant that this customer had deep pockets. Repeat business and word of mouth drove sales in his industry more than rules did. Rishi would understand. Jode and Raphael on the other hand, might not. He changed his tactic.

He ashed again, and then scratched his stubble. Then he took breath-full of smoke and then began.

"I can only assume you speak this language?" He asked in chinese, or at least roughly translated so, there were always words and such that had to be changed, and every planet in the verse tacked on and sliced off chunks of dialect. The only uniform words verse wide seemed to be swears. Onas' dialect was harsh on the ears compared with most, learned on a moon world with a tendency to keep tones low, but that was another story.

"You would do me the kindness to keep our conversation in this tongue from here on out. I can respect the fact that you don't trust me, and I can respect your investment. This contract has been made." here he held up the money to signify it had changed hands already, trying to take it back now would be stealing, "Now, if you are serious about departing with me, then you will understand, this changes no price, my and my..." Onas tried to think of a verse known word for partner, "My counterpart's price will be the same regardless of wether or not you come along. Are we clear on this?"

[Paige Demore]

((OOC Note; Red text means Priya is speaking chinese.))

Priya was surprised, though she didn't let it show on her face; Onas was actually going to allow her to come along. She hadn't thought he'd agree to that, but since the opportunity presented itself she wouldn't back down now. This was indeed an entertaining mission she was on; perhaps she should throw in a 'thank you' to Marcus while he gets a piece of her mind.

"Of course, I assume your 'friends' don't speak chinese then."[/color] Priya spoke her chinese nearly perfect, it was a major subject in her education growing up; unfortunately there was no hiding it. "Truth be told mister Knox, I was testing the waters, as it were; about coming along. However since the chance has presented itself I don't believe I'd pass up the experience. I've done some things in my time, though commandeering a ship has yet to be one of them."[/color]

Priya was smiling, she was rather excited. It was true she had done her fair share of trouble-making and mischief but she'd never stolen a ship. Just because she was an officer didn't mean she was stuck up and right with the law all the time. Her position just gave her the advantage of doing as she pleased most times; the death of the drunkard back on Newhall for example. Should by some chance someone identify her as the killer; she had a full hand of cards that were just waiting to be played. Priya had spent her career making the connections and contacts she'd need. Companion training put to the best use in her opinion; though the guild wouldn't condone blackmail, but she wasn't part of the guild. Not all of those she knew would fall into their place once she waved them because of blackmail, but of some belief that they 'loved' her. She let them believe it, even reinforced it at times.

"I understand, we had an agreement on price, I wouldn't ask for that to change. So where do we go from here?[/color]

[Onas Knox]

Onas would have sworn her chinese was authentic, it was crystal clear and easy on the ears. The captain displayed her foresight on Jode and Raphael, also on his seriousness about the financial issue. If she was truthful about not having been out on a heist before, then Onas wondered what she planned on doing on the job. He'd find a use for her, that much was a given. No free rides an all. And he knew without an audition that she could handle herself enough to stay alive, she was too impressive not too. Or if she wasn't then he preferred not to ruin the illusion just yet. She had a touch of reservation about his, how did she put it? Onas was pretty sure that the word she used meant comrades, but it probably meant friends.

But she showed no lack of enthusiasm about the job. She must have had a wild streak to want to steal a freighter. On that note, Onas didn't mind a little backup. He'd probably have her watch his back, without having to worry about surprises, he'd be able to move quicker. If she was a Captain though, she would prove useful on one very important part of the job, one he didn't seem to be getting any better at... Piloting.

"That really depends on you, I planned to begin this very afternoon, if you have no objections, I still will. If you (three unintelligible words) before I'm ready, an hour at the most, then we can still at least get started later this evening. One way or another, we should start soon, the mark I have for you and your... 'comrades'(here he mimicked her word for friends, not knowing the non-plural form) is on Beaumonde. I'd rather discuss the details of the assignment on another (the word he used here might be discerned as destination, or placement. Depending on the way you speak.)"

[Paige Demore]

Priya did her best to pay attention to Onas' words as he spoke, his chinese wasn't as drilled into him as it had been for her. She missed some of the words, but with the rest of the sentences she could wager a guess on them. It seemed he wanted to get started this evening; which worked for her. All she really needed to do was stop by the Athena and let Roxie and Liliana know she wouldn't be around for the night, it was doubtful either of them would be interested in coming along.

"I've no objections with your timing, I would however need to make a stop by my ship. Not that I think anyone would miss me but I suppose they should know not to expect me."[/color] Priya decided their time here was about over, as she continued to speak she re-armed herself with the weapons still sitting on the table. "My partner will want to know what I'll be up to, I assume there's no issue with that. I doubt her or my pilot will be itching to come along so you can set yourself at ease. I'll be the only one you'll have to put up with, but there's no need to worry on my part either. I can handle myself."[/color] Priya grinned at her last words, maybe she'd get some action on this mission after all.

Priya had started with her pistols when re-arming, she kept eye contact with Onas while she spoke however. She had stood next and put the four knives back in their sheaths, then her sai were back where they belonged. Last to be replaced where her set of push daggers which returned to the curves of her corset.

"So where will we meet, or are you going to accompany me to the docks?[/color]She didn't sit again, Priya stayed standing as she finished talking. Waiting to see if Onas had anything additional to say.