For a moment, Felix and Yelena can see the mercenary duo exchange glances; Fyna's eyebrows raise, and Bracken nods imperceptibly. People working together for long have a way to speak without speaking, and they seem to come to an agreement.
"Right, here's how this is going to go," Bracken says as Fyna walks to his side so they're facing Felix and Yelena. "You're going to stand right there, and if you move one muscle, reach for a weapon, anything suspicious — you're done. We clear?"
"We're taking a risk and trusting you guys," Fyna adds, lips pursed. "Don't make us regret that."
Next to her, Bracken taps on a device he's got attached to his wrist: it seems to spring to life by recognising the right DNA, showing a small holo-projection of a figure with messy hair, seeming to arrange things inside a ship.
"Hey, things got pretty interesting here. I think you're gonna want to hear this. We within distance?"
On the projection, the figure stops, turns to a screen on the ship, and nods.
"Yeah, sure! I'll be there —"
The projection suddenly cuts off... and between Bracken and Fyna, there's suddenly a man that certainly wasn't there before. His hair is a right mess, and he's wearing a white coat underneath the cloak he's got on. His eyes are sharp and intelligent, and his face, well. His face is plastered on most of the public places around Naephus.
"So, what's going on? What's the thing I should be interested in?" Zandr says brightly, eyes taking in the new duo.
Bracken relays him exactly what has been said — and sure enough, Zandr's brows furrow, expression turning thoughtful.
"So that's what is going on. Hm, alright. So you're looking for... an orb, is that what you called it?" Reaching to his coat pocket, he pulls out a round, jewel-like object, one that seems to swirl with a smoky grey mist inside it.
"The Federation called it a conduit, but I guess we're talking about the same thing."
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"Right, here's how this is going to go," Bracken says as Fyna walks to his side so they're facing Felix and Yelena. "You're going to stand right there, and if you move one muscle, reach for a weapon, anything suspicious — you're done. We clear?"
"We're taking a risk and trusting you guys," Fyna adds, lips pursed. "Don't make us regret that."
Next to her, Bracken taps on a device he's got attached to his wrist: it seems to spring to life by recognising the right DNA, showing a small holo-projection of a figure with messy hair, seeming to arrange things inside a ship.
"Hey, things got pretty interesting here. I think you're gonna want to hear this. We within distance?"
On the projection, the figure stops, turns to a screen on the ship, and nods.
"Yeah, sure! I'll be there —"
The projection suddenly cuts off... and between Bracken and Fyna, there's suddenly a man that certainly wasn't there before. His hair is a right mess, and he's wearing a white coat underneath the cloak he's got on. His eyes are sharp and intelligent, and his face, well. His face is plastered on most of the public places around Naephus.
"So, what's going on? What's the thing I should be interested in?" Zandr says brightly, eyes taking in the new duo.
Bracken relays him exactly what has been said — and sure enough, Zandr's brows furrow, expression turning thoughtful.
"So that's what is going on. Hm, alright. So you're looking for... an orb, is that what you called it?" Reaching to his coat pocket, he pulls out a round, jewel-like object, one that seems to swirl with a smoky grey mist inside it.
"The Federation called it a conduit, but I guess we're talking about the same thing."