willowwisp
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The confrontation with Skylar went surprisingly smoothly. As in, nobody got their head blown off. Mar continued to stare at the woman with his eyes narrowed, ears back, and the tip of his tail twitching. Derek came back into the main room, out of his armour, and good looking in dark jeans, a grey shirt, and a jacket over that. He announced that it was time to head to Ambrosia.Kyle explained that Mar and Lyssa were needed to enter Ambrosia as well, with Mar masquerading as a captured Imperial slave. She glanced at Mar. At the mention of slaves, the Khajiit emanated a low growl. She wasn't sure how long Mar had been a slave, but in her opinion, being a slave for any amount of time was too long. For a minute, she thought he wasn't going to agree to the plan. But he stood, and growled "Fine. For the sake of the mission, this one will cooperate."
A few minutes later, Kyle left the safehouse, on his way to house Ambrosia. Mar stripped out of his armour, and bodysuit, keeping the lower suit on. They managed to fit his armour and rifle into a pair of black duffel bags, that Mar carried with him. They made their own way to the entertainment district, and from there it wasn't hard to find house Ambrosia. The two bounty hunters circled around the building, until they were near the loading bay entrance. Then she turned to Mar, knowing he wouldn't like what was coming next. She removed a pair of cuffs from her belt, and held them out to Mar. The Khajiit eyed them warily, his lip curling to show a surprisingly white fang. "You want...Mar to put these on?"
"Sorry, big guy. But if we want them to buy it, you've got to look, you know...captured. I won't lock them." Mar growled softly, but dropped the bags and held his hands out. She put the cuffs on him, making sure they hadn't closed. She heard Kyles' voice in her helmet to com"cam feeds are looped. Feel free to come on in." Lyssa nodded to Mar. "Okay. Let's do this." Mar started walking towards the loading bay, and she heard him mutter; "Mar does not like this plan. Mar thinks, maybe you should be the one in restraints and half naked, and Mar plays the bounty hunter." She caught sight of a man standing at the bay entrance, watching the pair of them.
She smirked and gave her 'prisoner' a shove. "Quiet, you. Try to look miserable and beaten down." They reached the bay, and the man who'd been watching said "clear out, bounty hunter. We're not looking for trouble."
"Delivery. Imperial slave. Made a break for it, but I got him. Heard that Dorvalle pays nicely for slaves for his pit fights." The man glanced at Mar and frowned. "Delivery?" He looked down at his datapad. "I don't see any deliveries scheduled for tonight." Lyssa shrugged. "Fine. If you don't want him, it's your loss, and your hide if your boss doesn't get slaves for his fights." She started backing away. The man let out an annoyed sigh. "Wait. Fine, how much do you want for him?"
"No charge." Lyssa told him, and the man looked confused. Until the cuffs fell to the ground, and one of Mars' large hands lashed out and caught the man by the throat. While Mar strangled the man, she headed inside, making sure the bay was clear. A minute later, Mar joined her, with both bags, and she covered him while he re-armoured, and grabbed his rifle. Together, they took the stairs that lead to the penthouse level. "Okay, Kyle, we're outside the penthouse."
A few minutes later, Kyle left the safehouse, on his way to house Ambrosia. Mar stripped out of his armour, and bodysuit, keeping the lower suit on. They managed to fit his armour and rifle into a pair of black duffel bags, that Mar carried with him. They made their own way to the entertainment district, and from there it wasn't hard to find house Ambrosia. The two bounty hunters circled around the building, until they were near the loading bay entrance. Then she turned to Mar, knowing he wouldn't like what was coming next. She removed a pair of cuffs from her belt, and held them out to Mar. The Khajiit eyed them warily, his lip curling to show a surprisingly white fang. "You want...Mar to put these on?"
"Sorry, big guy. But if we want them to buy it, you've got to look, you know...captured. I won't lock them." Mar growled softly, but dropped the bags and held his hands out. She put the cuffs on him, making sure they hadn't closed. She heard Kyles' voice in her helmet to com"cam feeds are looped. Feel free to come on in." Lyssa nodded to Mar. "Okay. Let's do this." Mar started walking towards the loading bay, and she heard him mutter; "Mar does not like this plan. Mar thinks, maybe you should be the one in restraints and half naked, and Mar plays the bounty hunter." She caught sight of a man standing at the bay entrance, watching the pair of them.
She smirked and gave her 'prisoner' a shove. "Quiet, you. Try to look miserable and beaten down." They reached the bay, and the man who'd been watching said "clear out, bounty hunter. We're not looking for trouble."
"Delivery. Imperial slave. Made a break for it, but I got him. Heard that Dorvalle pays nicely for slaves for his pit fights." The man glanced at Mar and frowned. "Delivery?" He looked down at his datapad. "I don't see any deliveries scheduled for tonight." Lyssa shrugged. "Fine. If you don't want him, it's your loss, and your hide if your boss doesn't get slaves for his fights." She started backing away. The man let out an annoyed sigh. "Wait. Fine, how much do you want for him?"
"No charge." Lyssa told him, and the man looked confused. Until the cuffs fell to the ground, and one of Mars' large hands lashed out and caught the man by the throat. While Mar strangled the man, she headed inside, making sure the bay was clear. A minute later, Mar joined her, with both bags, and she covered him while he re-armoured, and grabbed his rifle. Together, they took the stairs that lead to the penthouse level. "Okay, Kyle, we're outside the penthouse."