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 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.