Hannibal Oryen
Slick Fondorian
[ Transmission to Daxton, with love ]
VOID STATION
MEDLAB 33-B
@[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Judah Dashiell"] | @[member="Harkin Kane"]
Hannibal switched off the transmitter, terminating the message to Daxton. He turned to Harkin and Judah after picking up the crowbar he'd been using to pry open some floor panels not too long ago. Conveniently, the boyfriend and the stowaway had been located off-camera.
"Alrighty, folks. Hopefully that'll inspire some movement in Bane's legs. I trust you folks know what ya doin', but run it by me just in case, dig?" As Hannibal spoke, he made his way over to the medical bed Thessa presently occupied.
He withdrew his spare Czerka Machine Pistol from its holster. Being strapped to that bed would look mighty uncomfortable to most folks, but she could actually get out of that bed any time she so desired. As for the burns, finding a competent make-up artist had been a stretch of luck. This was all a ruse, a scam.
A mook-trap.
Hannibal unceremoniously jammed the pistol under the pillow, easily within reach if Thessa deigned it necessary to use it. "That's loaded with the Venom slugs. Whatever ya do, don't shoot the floor."
Hannibal's load out was presently made up for the Czerka assault rifle strapped to his back, his own machine pistol and the light machine gun tucked away in a corner over yonder. There was also his gauntlets, which were always ready for service, and a number of grenades strapped to his belt. Hannibal didn't do this thing that he did without proper preparation.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
TRANSMISSION SOURCE: VOID STATION
Recepients: @[member="Daxton Bane"]
// TRANSMISSION BEGINS \\
[00:01 - 00:06] [Hannibal stands in front of the camera, in what appears to be a medlab.] "Hey, daddy-o. I've acquired ya bounty."
[00:07 - 00:20] [Hannibal moves away from the camera, revealing a medical bed containing an unconscious Thessa Kai. She's strapped in fairly tight and looks worse for wear, apparent burns covering her exposed face and arms.]
[00:21 - 00:36 ] [Hannibal steps back in view of the camera, resuming his speech.] "Normally I'd deliver 'er, but her mook boyfriend broke my ship. Can't take off. Put a bullet in 'is brains for it, managed t' get 'er with the flamethrower. She's stable, but can't be moved. You's gonna 'ave t' pick 'er up soon. I think she managed t' call for help. Dunno when they'll be here."
[00:37 - 00: ] [Hannibal continues speaking.] "I'm at void station. Medlab 33-B. Betta hurry, dig? If her friends bust 'er outta here, she ain't surfacin' nowhere for a while."
// TRANSMISSION ENDS \\
TRANSMISSION SOURCE: VOID STATION
Recepients: @[member="Daxton Bane"]
// TRANSMISSION BEGINS \\
[00:01 - 00:06] [Hannibal stands in front of the camera, in what appears to be a medlab.] "Hey, daddy-o. I've acquired ya bounty."
[00:07 - 00:20] [Hannibal moves away from the camera, revealing a medical bed containing an unconscious Thessa Kai. She's strapped in fairly tight and looks worse for wear, apparent burns covering her exposed face and arms.]
[00:21 - 00:36 ] [Hannibal steps back in view of the camera, resuming his speech.] "Normally I'd deliver 'er, but her mook boyfriend broke my ship. Can't take off. Put a bullet in 'is brains for it, managed t' get 'er with the flamethrower. She's stable, but can't be moved. You's gonna 'ave t' pick 'er up soon. I think she managed t' call for help. Dunno when they'll be here."
[00:37 - 00: ] [Hannibal continues speaking.] "I'm at void station. Medlab 33-B. Betta hurry, dig? If her friends bust 'er outta here, she ain't surfacin' nowhere for a while."
// TRANSMISSION ENDS \\
VOID STATION
MEDLAB 33-B
@[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Judah Dashiell"] | @[member="Harkin Kane"]
Hannibal switched off the transmitter, terminating the message to Daxton. He turned to Harkin and Judah after picking up the crowbar he'd been using to pry open some floor panels not too long ago. Conveniently, the boyfriend and the stowaway had been located off-camera.
"Alrighty, folks. Hopefully that'll inspire some movement in Bane's legs. I trust you folks know what ya doin', but run it by me just in case, dig?" As Hannibal spoke, he made his way over to the medical bed Thessa presently occupied.
He withdrew his spare Czerka Machine Pistol from its holster. Being strapped to that bed would look mighty uncomfortable to most folks, but she could actually get out of that bed any time she so desired. As for the burns, finding a competent make-up artist had been a stretch of luck. This was all a ruse, a scam.
A mook-trap.
Hannibal unceremoniously jammed the pistol under the pillow, easily within reach if Thessa deigned it necessary to use it. "That's loaded with the Venom slugs. Whatever ya do, don't shoot the floor."
Hannibal's load out was presently made up for the Czerka assault rifle strapped to his back, his own machine pistol and the light machine gun tucked away in a corner over yonder. There was also his gauntlets, which were always ready for service, and a number of grenades strapped to his belt. Hannibal didn't do this thing that he did without proper preparation.