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sylvanSpider · Posted 01-09-2018, 04:05 AM

The crowd around Tennan, the twins, and an unconscious Marco erupted in cheers as the new hotshot champion was announced and the old one was carted out. “It sure was,” Damon muttered, grunted as he put one of Marco's arms over his shoulder, his brother taking the other one. Carrying Marco longways would have been more conspicuous, so the now captive wanted fugitive was dragged out of his home at the arena, his feet dragging behind him.

“Ship's this way,” Roek said, tossing his head in a direction. They led the way at a slower pace than per usual, beating most of the crowd out, and those that did witness what was going on could only accept what was happening. They knew the twins, and they knew better than to fuck with them. They'd already claimed the wanted man, and there were none that could claim that reward from them.

It was a slow process, but with the streets as empty as they were, arrived with relative ease. Once aboard, Damon again tossed his head, but this time leading to the ship's interior. Sure enough, there was a cluster of cells that look like they got their fair use, but were well-kempt nonetheless. They laid him out on one of the cots and locked him in there. “Well, now that that's taken care of, guess we can sit back with pint or two, ye?” Damon asked, grinning.

“Yep. An' then we'll introduce ye to the cap. Can't guar'ntee yer life, 'cause if 'e doesn't like ye, 'e'll kill ye, but what can we say? It's what yer wantin'a sign up for,” Roek chimed in with a shrug, “But in the meantime, ah'll grab us all a drink while we wait for 'im t' come back.”

~~~~

“No! No, listen, please!” Qian was begging now, her voice cracking on the word “please.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as her pleas fell on deaf ears. She'd been careful with her Common, enunciating each word with the utmost precision, even working to keep her accent down.

She continued to run, however, waving her arms. When the woman climbed back into her cockpit and revved the engines, she knew there was no hope. She dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands. There really was nothing for her now, except to wait for her inevitable death.

She just hoped they would make it quick.

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	The crowd around Tennan, the twins, and an unconscious Marco erupted in cheers as the new hotshot champion was announced and the old one was carted out. “It sure was,” Damon muttered, grunted as he put one of Marco's arms over his shoulder, his brother taking the other one. Carrying Marco longways would have been more conspicuous, so the now captive wanted fugitive was dragged out of his home at the arena, his feet dragging behind him. “Ship's this way,” Roek said, tossing his head in a direction. They led the way at a slower pace than per usual, beating most of the crowd out, and those that did witness what was going on could only accept what was happening. They knew the twins, and they knew better than to fuck with them. They'd already claimed the wanted man, and there were none that could claim that reward from them. It was a slow process, but with the streets as empty as they were, arrived with relative ease. Once aboard, Damon again tossed his head, but this time leading to the ship's interior. Sure enough, there was a cluster of cells that look like they got their fair use, but were well-kempt nonetheless. They laid him out on one of the cots and locked him in there. “Well, now that that's taken care of, guess we can sit back with pint or two, ye?” Damon asked, grinning. “Yep. An' then we'll introduce ye to the cap. Can't guar'ntee yer life, 'cause if 'e doesn't like ye, 'e'll kill ye, but what can we say? It's what yer wantin'a sign up for,” Roek chimed in with a shrug, “But in the meantime, ah'll grab us all a drink while we wait for 'im t' come back.” ~~~~ *“No! No, listen, please!”* Qian was begging now, her voice cracking on the word “please.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as her pleas fell on deaf ears. She'd been careful with her Common, enunciating each word with the utmost precision, even working to keep her accent down. She continued to run, however, waving her arms. When the woman climbed back into her cockpit and revved the engines, she knew there was no hope. She dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands. There really was nothing for her now, except to wait for her inevitable death. She just hoped they would make it quick.
		Posted 01-09-2018, 04:05 AM