The Lesser Of Two Poisons

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Chiasa." he'd motion [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], adjacent halls the fight pit had just finished up the results were interesting but this meeting wasn't all pleasure. "Please follow me, we have some business to attend to. I wish it was all just pleasure for the night, but a pirates work is never done."

The room was featureless except for a round table centred in the middle of the room, its surface had a lackered quality it reflected the dull light beaming down from the ceiling, it had chunks missing and its quality was less than great. "Take a seat." he moved to the opposite side of the table. "I'll get down to it, we are business men and women first and foremost. I know you understand that, so when I say this you will understand."

"I've had ties to the One Sith, for some time now. I met one on Nar Shadda, just before the incidents that fell on the Ravens. It has come to my attention, through my supposed master, a Sith Lord that I know little about, one that gained my servitude through torture and lightning. I have no wish to get into the Sith power struggle, he promised access to their inventory, something few groups have gained access to."

It was with the figit of his digits that he stood to full height, the durasteel cage surrounding his abdomen, the intricate cybernetics going off with minute and almost silent 'clicks'. "I have not brought you here to hand you over, even tho it is the mission given to me. What are your thoughts on the matter, I do prize our friendship."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The Twi'lek followed [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], and seated herself when he gestured. Waiting to see what he had to say. This was unusual, that he should bring business to her, and that he was being so discreet about it. She listened, and laughed internally. How they underestimated those they saw as beneath them..

"The Sith will never understand people like you and I. They understand we like credits, and think this is enough. If it was so you'd be handing me over now."

She grinned, it was a feral expression, sharp canines showing.

"They do not understand freedom. Neither Jackals nor Ravens were made to be leashed. You are not a dog. They will learn this."

"So! My thoughts are thus. To the hells with your Master. To the hells with his inventory. Whatever you want, we can either get or make. As for his lightning and torture.."

She cast her eyes over him.

"The body you made yourself is good. I can do better. I can see to it you will laugh at force users."

"What say you McNash?"

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"You have yourself a deal. But I must think of the lives of my crew." it was a pause and shift as he move closer to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], the long wrapping durasteel arm's wrapping around his back. "We have very little ships, I've spent most of the credits we have in investing in our droid army, and the Hutts, up and coming mining operation. I've spent alot on the Douldor sector, I can't move and the Sith, know where I live." it was with that a rise of steam rose from his automated voice box tangible and wet. "I need ships, I would like the Ravens to sponsor us. And in turn you will have us, every contract we take and every ship we raid, you will know about."

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"I can do this. Ships are a non-issue. As for not being able to move.. You could. With enough, strong tractor beams you could move your entire operation. At least enough that the Sith do not know exactly where you are."

She paused, considering. This was going to be a pricey operation, but the Jackals had proven to be a staunch ally, and this only confirmed it. Still, if the Sith knew where they were.. And they had people like Cryax with them now..

"Of course if you did choose to do something as ambitious as move the entire station, you'd want to sweep your ships and the station for bugs first. No point bringing the Sith along with you to a new home. Something to think about for the future."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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The roar of the crowd down the hallway could be heard, another fight broke out in the arena it was common epically towards the end for the audience to get involved, some idiot with a vibro-knife that's past its better days challenging some other idiot to a fight.​

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"When will my reconstruction begin?"​

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"I will begin immediately. Since I do not intend to you your new form made out of duraplast or any such ridiculousness, it will take me a day or so to get all the components I feel are necessary. Say.. three days, then I will meet you on Syvris. There's a rather good private inventor/engineer there.. He's not a Raven, but he'll take my credits all the same, and his references check out."

Plus if the Sith were watching Flannigan, there was nothing unusual about a trip to Syvis' famed Shadowport.

"He runs a business called Junk and Disorderly."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"We'll be contact."​

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He'd turn to leave, he'd raise his hand with an automated click It was with that two men appeared, they looked like ramshackle beggars, or a useless drunks. Baggy pants and old dull shirts usually with two buttons missing, and around their waist was tied a wide black tasseled sash. With the left most wearing a jacket with durasteel plating tide and held together by an adhesive and twine. The two consisted of human, and a Weequay. "They'll escort you. I don't want anything happening to my sponsor."​

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Your concern is touching McNash.."

The Twi'lek commented with a grin and a wink as she rose.

"I'll see you on Syvris.."

With that, she left, striding along the halls to her ship, trio of Jackals acting as her entourage and protectors. She needed to get in contact with Patricia, they would need to take a trip out to their mining facilities to start with. The raw materials were necessary for any project after all..

 

[Gilbert Skolnick]

Junk and Disorderly​

Syvris​

2 Days Later​

"Okay well, the Phrik plating over a basic durasteel body is easy enough, I can certainly make sure his essentials are protected from EMPs and Ions too, though I can't one hundred percent proof all these systems you want, they just wouldn't be able to function, it would isolate and cut too much off, plus the space is already right in some of these.."

Gilbert pushed his glasses up his nose as he peered at the specifications that had been brought to him.

"Feet will take a little modification to get the transition to function smoothly, and you'd be looking at some magnet power loss when it goes into claw mode. I mean it's not one interconencted functional thing so the percentage of-"

He became aware he was being given a look.

"Um. It's just, it won't be as good when he's not in normal flatfoot mode."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa had brought 175kg of Phrik as well as various parts from the Black Market to one [member="Gilbert Skolnick"] because he was meant to be brilliant, and this might be so, but if he was going to insist on getting all technical on her..

He seemed to realize she didn't care however, and summarized his points.

"This is fine. Most people don't carry EMPs on them while they're going about their business, and the magnetic soles are just an added precaution for while he's in space."

 

[Gilbert Skolnick]

"It's the lightning mods that are really going to be interesting! I mean in theory, storing electrical energy is no big deal, but if you want it to be able to be collected no matter where it hits. and keep him free from hurt.. Hmm.. I'll need to have threads, circuits of something running through.."

He ran a hand through his slicked back her, tousling it without noticing. His lips moved silently and his brow furrowed.

"Diatium!"

He exclaimed suddenly, looking up, eyes shining.

"I can thread it with diatium leading to diatium collection points. There's practically no limit to the amount of energy it can store, and it will act as a good back up power source. You could probably even find a way to turn some of that lightning back around on folks."

He looked up at the ceiling, eyes squinted.

"It wouldn't need to be complicated.. A simple shock glove design would do it. Of course that's a terrible waste of energy if he's not getting it fed into him. I mean my designs are pretty good, but if he goes around shocking people with the same power that's keeping him mobile and alive.. Well things might stop working quite how they should."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"And by not quite how they should?"

The Twi'lek pressed.

"I'd just as rather he not be able to kill himself with the damned thing."

 

[Gilbert Skolnick]

"Oh, no, at worst he might shut down until he gets a power boost from somewhere. I've got one of the power nodes dedicated solely to his vital systems, so that's not a concern."

He clarified with a reassuring smile.

"I have most of the molds for basic droid body parts and you've brought the majority of the materials and all the tech you want integrated into it so I can probably have this done and ready for you in say.. a standard week or so."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"It will be done by tomorrow evening."

Was the Twi'leks immediate and cool reply, arms folding over each other as she gave the inventor a long stare.

"You were informed of this a day ago and told to make sure you had the materials ready. This is your priority now. I don't care how many credits it takes, I don't care if you overdose on stimshots, I want this done now."

 

[Gilbert Skolnick]

There were a lot of things that Gilbert could have said. Like how this kind of project usually took a month, but he was very aware of who was standing in front of him. this was the President of the Red Ravens, the biggest criminal organization in the Galaxy. She had a seventy million dollar bounty and was still fearless and ruthless enough to come places like Syvris' Shadowport. He didn't like the length of his life if he refused.

Besides, it was an interesting challenge and if he pulled an all-nighter he probably could do it.. Plus the credits.

"I want 500,000 credits."

He almost swallowed his tongue. He couldn't believe he'd just said that. That would get him through a year with supplies all by itself. She was definitely going to kill him. He paled and looked down from her face, before blushing bright red and looking further down. Hopefully she hadn't noticed that.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Fine. Succeed and get paid. Fail and be shot."

Was the answer with a flick of her hands. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was turning out to be a costly investment, but she was confident he would be worth it. Turning, she left the shop, she would be staying on her ship this night, since it was secure. Tomorrow night she and McNash would be back to see what [member="Gilbert Skolnick"] had created.

And he'd best live up to his hype, she'd noted the wandering eyes.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Broken, a fancy bouquet of wires bursting out of him for every square of skin, a mass of tangled and opened wounds, stitched tightly with twine, each one plated with rivulets of sweat seeping from the neighbouring pores. The monstrous machine clicked the life-support constant expansion and deconstruction pumping lifesaving air, moving his chest up and down as one might blow up a balloon, and the enormous compound eye of the raised ceiling light, blaring an unblinking stare. This was Flannigan, without life support a slab of meat.

He would re-emerge, an anti sabre waver weapon. But at what cost he was firmly in the Ravens pocket.​

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Can you.. Clean him up a bit? And make it so the poor bastard can have a drink now and again, looks like he needs it."

"I do actually have a bacta tank in here being repaired.. Why's he so.."

The inventor gestured broadly as the two looked down at the heavily sedated McNash. The Twi'lek shrugged.

"Pirates, it's pretty impressive he's not dead quite frankly."

"Well, I'm no surgeon, he's still going to have scars and such but.. I mean, there's like three organ dealers and some cybernetics folks down the street so.. Yeah. Human body is just another machine."

"Then do so,"

The Twi'lek had been unaware of just what a mess [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] was under his armour, rather than simply popping him straight from one into the other, which would have taken two, three hours at most, it took the better part of four days to see what was left of him healed, patched or replaced, before getting him safely sealed into his new body.

"Okay.. That should do it. Giving him a stimulant now."

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

It was with a groan, a harminized and robotic groan but a groan none the less, the hand convulsed under pressure and stimuli as the eye's wandered the room, tracking [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and [member="Gilbert Skolnick"] with a glassy eyed stare. He'd straighten his form bristled onced the restrained were removed, planting his feet on the ground, it was something new to him or had forgoten how to use flat feet, but the cybernetics soon took care of that.

"I feel-" it was a pause as the metallic digits crunched togeather with a 'pop'. "-powerful."

 

[Gilbert Skolnick]

"Oh! Well you are! It's a rather good piece of work! The advanced servomotors and servameters work with the top of the line hydraulics to uh-"

He glanced over at the Twi'lek.

"Yes. You are very powerful. Just like I was contracted to do."