Assets

[violencetobasic]

Son'ja was digging out a few bits of fungi from under rocks and watching Gammoreans pout. They'd broken the legs off the training droid that had been tossed to them an hour or two before, and it was decidedly much less interesting, but they didn't know how to fix it, so were just kicking in aimless annoyance.

She strode over and offered them her snacks. "From Dhrakon," she said. Then gestured to the no-longer-walking scrapheap on the ground. "For Dhrakon?" Gammoreans. Small words.

This is decided as satisfactory. She probably could have skipped straight to claiming the thing for Dhrakon, but she hadn't spent a proper meal on it, and there wasn't really cause to stir them up and leave them as assets for whatever riffraff was dreaming about ineffectual power plays against her lover today.

Her terms quickly agreed to, she scooped up the damage droid, threw it over her shoulder, grabbed the legs, and returned to the cage smiling.

Comments

[violencetobasic]

Son'ja stares at him some more. "Well, I figure I get credit for the assist if you die today. And then, depending on how much of a disturbance it makes, I can use any fuss to start wracking up hits on the reputation of some of the overseers in terms of keeping order and preserving the stars. Hopefully some of the really stingy ones. Who knows, if they get enough disapproval of how they do their job and added to the Maimed Attractions, maybe the meals'll get less skinflint. Either way, any of them would be quite a coup, so at least you'd have managed to be good for something."

[dhrakon]

The Trandoshan snarls. "Will not die today. Small, noisy thing would not talk so much if her protector died."

[violencetobasic]

Son'ja looks at him blankly. Yes, the idea of losing Dhrakon makes her heart go cold, but that's something that's a factor day, so she just trusts, as ever, that he's the most dangerous person down here and doesn't let the thought fester.

And then she returns to looking at those she was originally talking to, pointedly ignoring him although not turning her back, keeping on the other side of the little crowd from him. "In any case, a few long-term careful manipulations to get the guards in trouble could be handy and pleasant; yet another reason to coordinate."

[dhrakon]

The Trandoshan's ego gets the better of him at that point.

"Tell Dragonson, will see him. See him in arena. Then shut up small, loud thing."

[violencetobasic]

The flick of the lekku is something between acknowledgement and dismissal.

[dhrakon]

The Trandoshan growls - but lets her be for now. She'll pay when Dhrakon is dead, and he's collected his jagnath points.

[violencetobasic]

Son'ja continues her negotiation a while, not letting anything unsettle her. Dhrakon will not die here.

When she's made all the headway she clearly will for now, she returns to the cage. "Did the best I could."

[dhrakon]

"Good. I've been hearing good things - the Gamorreans respect you. They will follow, so long as I refuse no challenges."

[violencetobasic]

She nods, smiles thinly. "He'll be after you so he can get rid of me. Well, and, probably, because you've got to be twice anyone here in terms of his scoreboard."

[dhrakon]

"Good. Make sure the guards and overseers hear about it. They'll keep us separate, give us both harder fights for a bit. Provided he lives through that, they'll put us against each other when it will draw a crowd. Until then, he'll stop bothering you."

[violencetobasic]

She nods.