Trials & Tribulations }{ [Onas & Athena Crew]

[Paige Demore]

Priya watched closely as things went through Onas' mind, she waited for the name to click in his head. Her eyes moved around the room a little, annoyance spread across her face. Her glare sharpened towards Roxie, "What's going on here is my job.' Her glaring eyes took a glance at Jeff, 'You both know who and what I am, I told you this wasn't going to be an actual job in the sense you were expecting. It was a chance for you two to get off of the ship, maybe have a bit of fun. Well now the fun part is over."

Her eyes went back to focus on Onas at his words, she pulled a dagger from somewhere and pointed it at Onas. "We have lots of time on our hands mister Knox, I think there's enough of it for you to un-complicate it for me." She took the dagger and twirled it between her fingers, sitting back in the chair. She wasn't here to kill him, she was simply sent to catch him. Most of her orders were kill-orders, so this was a change for the vixen. She had to hold herself back alot.

Priya's patience was wearing thin, between having to play a part, not getting to injure anyone, now her own crew questioning her; she was tired of this. She let off an annoyed sigh, "Look Onas, it's nothing personal. You were a mission, unfortunatly not one that is supposed to end with me getting to end you. I need something from my commanding officer and this is how to get it."

She put a finger to her lips and pondered a moment, "Perhaps...there is some sort of arrangement we can make. You see Onas, I'm not the type of girl who enjoys taking orders, especially when they're given rudely. If Marcus Lee were just some average man instead of who he is he'd have regretted the words before they even left his lips." She grinned with a look of bloodlust in her eyes. Tapping the dagger to her lips now at the thought of it, wishing that she could have just taken Lee out right then and there. He'd been poking and prodding Priya's buttons for months, after this last stunt she'd take his job from him.

"So give me the dirt Onas, I'm very interested." Her gaze was intense and focused on one man. Onas Knox.

[Onas Knox]

He replayed the last few minutes in his head. He now had a great deal to think about, and not a great deal of time to do it. Onas sat for a long moment, just listening. Even after the captain had finished speaking to him.

She was such a curious woman, certainly he had never met anyone else quite like her. Even now, as she spoke of her superior, there was contempt in her voice. Her two compatriots backed down to her, and judging from the limited comments, they were a recently acquired team. When he first met her, he thought she was a pretty, somewhat naive, young first mate. In fast order, he realized that she was not only the captain, but also a killer.

Too many pieces in to many places. Her knifes wear, her boot's lacing, her squared posture. And now, she sounded the most relaxed, when she was openly, even casually, mentioning violence. She had been a hard woman to read after all. After all this, her reign slacked up only for a small band when he realized that her facade had now completely fallen. He was indeed, now speaking with... well, odds were her name wasn't truly Gisselle. But this fact alone was only a small comfort. He had been caught, and between the three of them, he was currently, slightly outnumbered. Onas didn't care much for being played, but once in a while, it was bound to happen. He decided to play things the way he'd seen Sid do it.

She'd mentioned an arrangement, that was a good sign, she'd negotiate. Gisselle had said that she had plenty of time, so Onas had the time he'd need to bargain. Then she confirmed, without hesitation, that vengeance was on the table. This too was good. With that knowledge, it was certain, that she had her own agenda.

Which meant that virtually any avenue of intelligence was going to be explored.

First thing to do, was find out how much she knew, then he'd either buy her, or bluff her. Sid told him once that there were all sorts of ways to buy a man, it really just depended on the currency. Gisselle didn't want money, she wanted information. That was in good supply, so his demands could be high. She wanted her superiors throat, so his information was absolutely vital to her. And she was no fool, so Onas could count on the fact that she knew these things without having to be told. The real question for Onas was, what did he want? Off the ship? This was the second attempt on his person in only a short time. How long before it happened again? So he couldn't hide from it. He couldn't try to barter his way out, because his information only damned the woman in front of him, not her boss. So he couldn't go around it.

Maybe he could go through it...

Jeff. Roxie. They were on board, and if she brought them, then she must have been willing to count on them. So breaking them apart one at a time was not going to help his case. The Captain here seemed content only to tear things apart, maybe he could work that angle.

"Interested..." he began, then paused. Jeff made eye-contact, as did the Captain. He couldn't see Roxie's eyes from where he sat, but she was certainly listening. Onas took another cigarette out and lit it, then he began again, "I'll bet you are interested."

Onas hesitated, he looked at the ground in front of him.

"I know the name Marcus Lee. I know the name Nicoli Bransor. I know the name Walter Ivey." He paused, and looked Gisselle in the eyes and after another drag from his cigarette, he said, "I also know names like Fisoal, Hetchor, and Bride. Tell me Captain, do you know these names? Because what you are prying into here, has gotten several people killed. While you're certainly no stranger to death," coyly said, but that's the kind of thing this crowd would listen too, "Is this really worth the price you would undoubtably pay?"

Onas paused again, he shook his head slowly and took a moment to let his next fact have weight.

"Just for knowing it."

[Paige Demore]

Priya watched Onas intensely, with a slight grin on her lips. She wondered if he realized just how bad his situation was. If it came right down to it she could end him. All she'd have to do is tell Lee that there had been no other choice. Marcus would probably end up killing the man anyway, he doesn't do prisoners. She folded her arms across her wasit and put one knee over another, the leather making sort of a squeek sound as she moved. Her brow raised in sort of question as Onas spoke.

Her smiled widened as he went on, she knew some not so up-and-up things went on behind closed doors. Hell she'd been in the room at times to take care of things. That was another reason for her 'friends in high places,' so to speak. She knew what could happen if she didn't have the right people on her side.

"Mister Knox. While I'm sure you're not concerned with my or my crew's well being in the least. Your attempt here to sway me is not working. However no. I do not know these names you've spoken." Priya changed her seating, uncrossing her legs, so that she was bent forward with her forearms resting on her knees. "I do know though, that you underestimate my person. Do I really come off like the girl who doens't prepare for anything and everything?"

Leaning back Priya took a look at Jeff, gauging him after what's transpired so far. "Have a seat with me Jeff. It looks as though we'll be here for a bit, while Onas here tries to give us a scare." She smiled with her words, she knew Jeff's official history, his training. That's the reason she'd gone to him, he'd be loyal for as long as the money kept coming and he'd do a damn fine job of it. Weston wasn't her only back-up of course, but he was going to be her immediate one. Not to mention he was great eye candy for the cold-hearted woman.

Her eyes stayed on Jeff for a few moments before moving back to Onas, "So tell me Onas, what kind of price are we looking to pay here. I assume death is what you meant, however I'm curious as to what was supposed to be yours. As it seems you've had the experience yourself already and this is just a sequal."

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff listened with a bit of disintrest until they started eyeing him. Other people he once knew looked at him in that same way. The only thing that led to was him joining the brown coats and his being outed by both sides. When he was asked to sit just confirmed what he was feeling.

The day looked to be going all south and quickly to hell. He rubed his temple with his right index finger for a headache was gently starting. With his left hand he gathered his stun rods and layed them in his lap. No words from him would ever help when the illusion of having money came and went. Though this time the view was a lot better with Priya staring at him. What wouldn't give for an attack and a boarding party to happen by.

[Onas Knox]

Onas pondered on Jeff's actions. Boredom maybe? He did seem distracted. Perhaps Onas' assessment of this crews loyalty to their captain wasn't as correct as he'd thought. On the other hand, it was probably better to assume that everyone would die to protect each other and be wrong, rather than to make a bad judgement call, and pay for it.

Onas shifted his attention back to Gisselle. She was determined, he'd give her that. Well, what could it hurt now anyway? Maybe they'd listen to reason.

"If you were prepared for everything, then you wouldn't need me. And if I'm the preparation, then you wont need me after you get your precious information." Onas Paused inhaling a long puff of smoke, letting it linger in his lungs, before dispensing it, and continuing.

"But relax, I'm going to tell you who your boss really is... There is a group of criminals out there that are on another league than I am altogether. They can't be bought or reasoned with, because their goal is simply power. Their vision of the future is one with a docile race of mindless peasants bowing to their every whim. My part in all this is accidental at best, and minor in the long run. We were only trying to step up our game, and strip out a high profile vehicle. You will understand when I tell you that being known for getting the best, is money in the bank." Here he paused again, ashing his cigarette, and taking a few more drags.

"I didn't really know what we had until long after my crew was killed off," Onas silently thought that he still did not think of his dead comrades as 'friends', but mearly his crew. Morbid thought. He continued, "I only escaped because I was closest to the exit, and when the doors broke open, and troops poured in firing, I got out quickly. I won't go into the details of the raid, but now to your actual question, why does Marcus Lee want me. The ship we stole was a multirole scientific observer. At least, thats my guess, as I don't have an accurate answer, one way or the other. I think they wanted to use it to study the affects of the Pax super-virus. I think, they are planning to try it again." The whole verse learned about the Pax years back from a pirated broad-wave that showed the classified report of a woman who explained the origin of reavers. Onas wasn't a hundred percent sure of his theory, but it was a pretty good bet regardless. He took another drag off his fading cigarette, and dropped it, he was already lighting another one before he'd finished crushing the first under his shoe.

"I didn't know who was hunting me until you gave me his name, but it fits with the theory. Marcus Lee was responsible for the security. He was probably held accountable for the fiasco that followed. As for me, I've been on the run ever since." He decided that this was a lot to digest for now. It took years to develop, weeks to steal, months to hide, but only minutes to tell. He sat back and finished with, "Now that you have your precious information, what will you do with it?"

The last thing he thought before anyone spoke again, was to wonder if they realized now, that they were in the middle of a conspiracy, and that they were loose ends. Everyone on this ship, would eventually die to save the secret, once Onas was turned over.

[Paige Demore]

Priya grinned at Jeff as he sat. He was quiet and that was perfectly fine with the cold woman; she wasn't the friendly type herself.

She raised a brow at Onas' words that if she were prepared she wouldn't need him. Did he miss the point that he was her mission? Not her preparation, he was mearly a means to get what she wanted. No words left her mouth though, she let him continue. Priya kept her face neutral while he talked.

A smile crossed her lips at his final question. "Well mister Knox it is a lovely story. While I don't doubt the potential of such a thing from my commanding officer, it is coming from you. You understand." Priya raised from her seat, resting her hands on her hips. She paced a few steps between Onas and Jeff. The captain paused and looked to Jeff for a moment, then glanced to Roxie as she sat in the pilot seat. Turning she walked off the bridge without a word.

She sighed as she opened the door to one of the offices, her situation was out of the norm. Priya had crew to consider in all of this, she was their captain even if she didn't favor the idea. Her hands clenched into a tight fist as she sat at the desk, then turning on the cortex system. She typed in the information and propped her feet onto the desk as she waited for an answer.

A man's face appeared before her and she smiled. "Long time no see beautiful. You should call more often." "I would but then you'd become spoiled Shaen. I don't have much time for chit-chat today dear. I need some favors." "I wouldn't mind being spoiled by you at all Priya. What's the favors you need?" Priya grinned, "For the moment nothing, but depending on how things play out I may need quite a bit. I'm sure you'll know if I need it, things like that usually pass your way. First being a new identity." She waved him off before he could express the questioning look on his face. "Cash too, lot of it. There's a few sets of luggage at my home I'll need as well. The last, there's a ship, her name is the Athena. Currently she's registered to Liliana D'Obrec, that needs to be changed to whatever my new identity would be." "That has a bad sound to it Priya. What are you getting yourself into?" "Hopefully nothing, but just in case. It'd be wise of you to hide all of that activity as well." The man nodded at her words, "Of course. Our normal meeting spot then?" Priya blew a kiss at the screen, "You're a doll Shaen." She hung up before he could reply again.

She sat silent for awhile before punching in another set of contact numbers; her face no longer grinning or smiling. It held no emotion other than anger and annoyance as Marcus Lee smiled as he answered. "You can't be at the coordinates yet, it's much too early. Why're you calling?" "I've heard some interesting things about you from your friend Onas Knox, I hear you've been a bad boy Marcus." He shook his head lightly, "Watch what you beleive from that man Priya, else you'll find yourself in the same situation." "Why Marcus, if I didn't know better I'd say that was a threat against my life and here I thought you cared." She was baiting him, so far he hadn't outright denied anything; of course she hadn't spoken anything specific either. "Despite the fact that we don't play well together Priya, you are one of the best officers I've ever commanded. I'd hate to see you fall from grace." "So tell me Marcus and let's stop playing games shall we, what exactly are you planning on happening once I give you Onas Knox? Specifically where it concerns me and mine." His face changed then, his grin was one she recognized well. It matched her own when she was in the killing mood, the lust for blood. He moved closer to the screen and his words were a whisper, "Sounds like you've heard too much little fox, I'm afraid I don't have a say in the matter anymore. I can assure you that you won't like it though." He began to laugh.

Priya was to say the least shocked, though she hid it so he couldn't tell. Her anger was rising, rapidly and with a deadly heat. In the midst of his laughter, which was obviously in her direction, she took some of her fustration out on the screen. Her fist hit the glass with a high velocity, it shattered and the monitor hit the floor. The pain didn't come right away, she'd hit it with her bare fist, the cuts slowly began to show. She knew what he meant, his words were not lost on her. Priya leaned back in the chair. She needed to find a way to calm down, one that didn't involve killing anyone unfortunatly. With the situation changing she'd need her crew, if they'd stay. She let out a sigh.

[Jeff Weston]

Mal had been staring at Priya throught out their conversation. Looking at Onas was not needed to feel truth. The part about his ship and crew getting wiped was a point that did interest him, yet he could not say much.

The angels often did mass breaching to flood ship with numbers to take them in one piece. If these hired boarders were trained by an Angel then figuring out who would not be hard for not many were still around. Listening further he noted that their situation would no longer be a some thing about money. What is more he was going to have to make another judgement call like he did on Hera.

The feel of the air turned cold as Priya stood and then removed herself from the bridge. Jeff took his stun rods and turn them off. He stood and retrieved his sonic pistol. He began to mess with the setting inside the handle and main casing. The first thing he was taught was that every thing kills, even weapons designed not too. His tweaking and torking changed the usual safe settings to ones that when shot would rend flesh from bone and warp metal. An electronic whistle could now be slightly heard. Turning to Onas and speaking in a rare germainian acsent he said.....


Now hiar Onas, now that the capi'taan has her knowledge let us speak more on the breaching of your ship shall we...Hmm. Did you see any of them waring a patch with a halo and a black wing?


This question would led him to a smallish group of the angels, the black wings. Out of the ones he knew only two were alive and giving their known back grounds either would be likely.

[Onas Knox]

Onas was surprised at first. He had never heard Jeff use even an inkling of a foreign accent before now. In fact for a moment, he wasn't sure Jeff was being serious. Until Jeff mentioned the patch. He lit another cigarette before answering, Onas noticed his lighter was low on fuel. Perfect, probably his last few days of life, plenty of smokes, no lighter. Sounded about right, at least this one lit.

"Thats a little too good for a guess, Jeff. How do you know what unit was sent after us? And more to the point, is that good or bad for us?" It was as honest a question as it was straight to the point. He only had glimpses of the assassins, but that was an accurate description.

He studied Jeff's expressions with great detail, perhaps he held another piece to the puzzle. At this point, they needed all they could get. Onas rotated his wrist under the handcuffs, and adjusted his cigarette, then for the first time in twenty or so minutes, he sat back.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff could see from Onas lighting back up that he hit his mark. Whether the Black Wing were involved or not, he knew that this information would settle the new comers ideas about himself.

That too depends Hiar Onas which would you prefer to go up against. The black wing squads are no more than twenty bodies trained to cleanse a ship of it's inhabitants. Or. . . face sixty reavers fully armed and frothing mad hungry for your flesh.

The good is that if it is the Black Wings then we have a chance to survive. If it is not, then those that board, God help them. I my self was given the chance to be a Black Wing, but they lack and out of the box thinking they over flow the ship's crew with sheer numbers. As for me and my rank.... those few that made it that far are far superior. And Arch angle will always win when their out numbered ten to one. Also if you catch them in the choke point of them boarding then your chances increase,.... as long as your ammo does not run out.

Dropping the ascent Weston walked to the exit door of the bridge and leaned up against the jam of the door.

The Angels have always been the Alliance's Parliament official hammer to settle and smooth things out. Yet we get no press, no honors, and no proper last rites. If you meet an agent of the Parliament then you can be sure that some where in that ones line of training that they had dealings with the angels.

He adjusted the sonic weapon in his hand getting a better grip on it as he thought about the past. No love, no comfort, just duty without honor was ones life when they joined. They were in a sense machines used to kill or protect. A cold look came over his eyes one that had not been there for many a year. Even his persona coldly changed into one of a killing machine with out remorse.

Looking over to OnasIf and when they come don't get in my way. I may not help but kill you to get to the next intruder, what is more I also promised to the Cap that as long as she can pay or keep the promise of payment then none will touch her with out lose of limb or life. Got it!

Jeff's voice dripped in frosted hatred. This was the true attitude of and Arch angel. One of power and filled with a cold promise of death to any who would dare.

[Onas Knox]

Onas listened intently to the information Jeff willingly gave away. Almost Onas thought, as an after-thought, 'Too willingly.' Then there were the last few choice words. Who was this clown? Who was he threatening? The guy in the handcuffs, really?

Onas almost busted out laughing at the idea someone trying to intimidate him, while he was in restraints. Whatever that was about, it would have to wait for later. If he was dirty, then it was actually a good bet that the captain would handle it first.

Onas smiled.

If he was just truly this adept at running off at the mouth, then it was simply a matter of non social skills. An annoyance at best. Of course, he'd have to wait until Jeff physically left the room to begin the slow process of moving toward his toolkit, mere feet away. It had no less than a dozen devices, all easily capable of shredding a simple set of handcuffs. Didn't do him a lot of good though. This much distance keeping Onas from his pack. And with some sort of bipolar, trigger happy, arch angel... playing with his guns between them.

At length, all he could do was wait for his chance, and hope that the lighter in his pocket kept working for at least a bit longer. For now though, he used the cherry on his dyeing cigarette to light his next.

Onas nodded.

[Jeff Weston]

Once again Jeff focused his eyes and mind to the here and now. Sighing heavily he was doing it again. He could almost see it on Onas' face, he was talking too much again. Holstering his sonic weapon and crossing his arms he waited for the captain to come back. After all he was not getting paid for his words just his actions. Watching this thief was what he was suppose to be doing. Especially since Priya put the cuffs on this one he took it that she wanted him in one spot not wandering off or getting out. If the roles were reversed he would waiting for a timed event to break free or seek out a period for when the crew was talking. Talking like he had been.

He started to look around slowly to the things not of the ship finding quiet a few objects and packages that could work or had some thing with in them to help out. So the only thing is not knowing what specific thing he would go for but wait for Onas to go for it. Up to this point Onas was not free so the objects around him was not what he was going for. So Jeff felt the objects were beyond Onas' reach or the pack he used to get the ship started. Either way Jeff could only wait him out. Pulling out his shades he put them on and went back to the doorway. He leaned his head against the bulk head of the doorway. Letting his look shift to the bored gun-hand.

He quietly muttered a poem that was carved on the tomb stone that was for a young man who's only talent was singing.

-(Take my love, take my land, take me where I can't stand......)-

He did not know the young lad but he buried him all the same, him and fifteen of his platoon. Jeff had wished he was not trusted up like some holiday goose when the Alliance hit them he would have made a difference in that short battle. So much for regrets. Sighing once again he mumbled the tune over and over.

[Paige Demore]

Priya was sitting in the office still, in the quiet. It helped her think, being alone and in the silence. She'd wiped off the little blood that had come from the cuts that now showed on her knuckles, soreness was starting to seep in now too. The Captain ignored it, her tolerance for pain was rather high; had to be in her line of work.

Rubbing her temple with her index finger she sighed. Priya knew the path ahead of her, knew what action she'd have to take next. She pulled herself from the chair and headed slowly towards the door. The crunching of glass beneath her boots as she moved across the room. She stood before the door to the bridge, for a moment unable to bring herself to open it. She had to. Not for them, for herself; at least that's what she told herself. Deep down she knew the truth of it, this was almost impossible to do alone. There would be no confession of her need for help however, none of that would leave her lips.

She couldn't come right out and ask any of them to stay on, not with the potential the situation held. Priya wouldn't damn their lives as she had unintentionally done to her own. She would find a way to fix it though, and get her revenge on Marcus Lee for this. Him and anyone else who got in her way. Miss Sanai had alot of work ahead of her, and probably alot of blood to spill; that possibility was the best part. She grinned at the thought and pushed open the door.

Priya had been gone a bit over an hour, she glanced at everyone. It seemed that Onas and Jeff had been chatting it up. She found herself curious as to the topic, instead she walked over to Onas. Priya stared at him for a moment, not showing any emotion, pulling the key to her cuffs from the curves in her corset she dropped it to him. Glancing at her pilot, she took notice that they were still on course for the deep space outpost. It wasn't one that could be found on a map, which should have been a warning to her in the first place. Pushing that aside for now she moved to stand so all three of them could see her. She came off calm, collected and confident. It was her normal mask.

When her words came out she wasn't looking at any of them in particular, "Here's the deal people. We're going back to Beaumonde and you're all getting off. Where you go from there is your business. Jeff and Roxie..you'll be paid for your work. Three months worth of the pay that we agreed to when I hired you on, plus enough to get you back home." Priya cross her arms across her mid-section and gazed around the room, trying to gage all of their reactions.

She expected to be going at this alone, she always had worked alone. This was for the best.

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[[I'll need Roxie, Jeff, and Onas to all reply to this thread with your character's intentions past this point. If your character would prefer to have a conversation about the topic in private we can put together a new topic for that after the reavers ]]

[Onas Knox]

"I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me..." An old tune, but a nice melody. Jeff had quieted again for a few minutes. Onas supposed he'd said what he needed to say. But then he had started singing quietly, this crew was so interesting and backwards. Everyone claimed to be in it for the money, and no one had been paid. Yet, here they all were. Deep in his heart, Onas wished it were a real mission, instead of a rouse. Honestly. He would have stayed. For a minute, he laid his head back and hummed to the song Jeff was quietly serenading.

The captain walked back in, which was fine by the detained. Despite the shared like of some forgotten song, Onas wasn't particularly in the mood to be poked or prodded by Jeff, and he certainly had no wish to test the theory of weather or not the man was an arch angel. Least ways, not by himself. Maybe not even with a partner... Angels were notoriously brutal in combat. He craned his head up and looked to the Gisselle. The captain seemed a little more colorful now. Not happy, mind you, but her skin wasn't so pale. Like she had stoked a fire long since burned out. Wherever she had gone, and whatever she had done, she just seemed more assured for it.

Gisselle walked over to him and in an act Onas would never tire of, removed metal from her endowments. She had said that her style proved to distract her targets a few hours ago. She was right. When she turned and walked towards the front of the bridge, he continued to follow her leather clad hips.

Wake up Onas.

His mind snapped back from an odd gaze, and he looked at whatever she had dropped in front of him. The key? Thats what it was no doubt about it, he reached down and scooped it up. Turning it over in his hand. Onas uncuffed himself, and rubbed his wrists. Only an hour or so of metal was enough to get the beginnings of a bruise. He looked to Jeff, just to get his reaction, but if he'd had one, Onas must have already missed it, he seemed more interested in what Gisselle had to say. Come to think of it, so did Onas. If his cuffs were off, then so was his seating restrictions. Onas stood up, and before Gisselle started, and reflected that when he was on his own, he might well sit happily in the same spot for hours on end. Just sitting and smoking, and nothing else. But force him to sit, he would want nothing more than to just walk around for a bit. Phantom itch theory an all.

"Here's the deal people. We're going back to Beaumonde and you're all getting off. Where you go from there is your business. Jeff and Roxie.. You'll be paid for your work. Three months worth of the pay that we agreed to when I hired you on, plus enough to get you back home." Well, her words were there, and her face was as sincere as her tone. Unmistakably wanting everyone off eh... her? ship. But regardless of what she said, or the look on her face, or even the poker face tone she spoke in, something in his gut simply told him that these things didn't apply to him.

So that was it, an hour in the other room. Deciding how to handle what Onas had explained. She must have confirmed it. If she did that, she must have realized that her life was now literally on the line. She had also made no lack of testament to the fact that she would happily kill him. Now when she knew everything, her decision was to let them all go? Her decision was fairly clear, she must have been planning on revenge. And for all her cunning, if she had decided to take this thing head on, she would need help. Nevertheless, she gave them all an out, even him, the guy who got her in this mess.

Gisselle. Could anyone be more impressive?

Call him a sucker, call him a fool, say whatever you like. But now that he had his chance, Onas didn't want to leave. And he intended to convey it. "Captain." He said captain on purpose, "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to barter that deal after all. If I may? You keep these cuffs off," He held up the handcuffs, "I'll stay on. This is something I need to see through to the end. They'll come for me again, that much seems clear. But if you get a shot at the guys responsible, then I sure would like to help you get every available angle. That aside, it just ain't right leaving any of this in your lap alone."

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff lowered his head as he heard her speak. Once again he found a group he though would last. Thr brown-coats got wiped out because they neither trusted him nor wanted too, yet here these people were different. They were worthy to be helped.


Sighing he moved from the doorway.
I know you are doing this for 'our' own good, but I hired on not because of the pay. It was because I saw some thing more. Many of us gun-hands have homes to go too, though some have none. Where I put my bag down is home till I say otherwise, and no alliance nor horde of reavers will ever make my mind for me. I'm in.


Folding his arms Jeff planted his feet she hired him not really understanding Weston nor what he was, once a guardian angel always one.