An old enemy, an old lady, and a bar. [INVITE ONLY]

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Naat Gel
Heretic Raider
On board the Purveyor of Regret space station.
‘Finally a break from raiding’

“So where are we Naat?” Asked Badad his voice squeaking out from his respirator. Naat turned to glare out of her left eye at her companion, noting the four other Kig-yar on the small transport. A young male T’vaoan covered in scratches and carrying a small skewer, two Ibie'Shans debating quietly about covenant rifle types. The last was a Ruuthian who was clearly glaring at the Unggoy. Naat leaned forward showing an armored bracer over her arm. Thought the Ruuthian didn’t apologize, he did take his eyes off of her traveling buddy.

“It’s a small asteroid colony the covenant left high and dry that was taken over by some Kig-yar clan ro another. They’ve turned it into a small hideout for covenant and independent Kig-yar. You might feel better in the Unggoy section of the base.” Naat grinned to her small friend as she resumed leaning again the bulkhead. The ship shuddered as the service umbilical latched on to the starboard side of the craft. After a second the hiss of air came as the doors opened to the small asteroid based facility. Naat hung back with Badad as the other inhabitants disembarked the transport.

“I don’t think you being alone with a bunch of holy-high-borns is good for your health, remember last time you went to a bar?” Badad said pointing at her with his stub.

“They insulted me in front of other T’vaoan, I had to regain my dignity.” She hissed as she began across the membrane into a well-lit hallway. The symbols on the wall told her left was the cantina, and right was the general market. “Besides you have the pad, you can always send me a beep if you need help, and I can always send you a tip on when you should leave.” She whispered in practiced Unggoy.

“I will go see if my contact is available, but don’t let Thel find out you got us kicked out of yet another trade hub. I won’t be able to protect you this time.” He said before sighing into his mask. “Remember this is your chance to relax, don’t ruin it with a fight.” He called as he began walking to the right. Naat nodded as she looked over to see the service umbilical retracting away from the transport. Hopefully he’s right cause there goes our quick escape . She thought as the shuttle drifted away from the asteroid on its thrusters. She brushed her feathers reminding herself she was a good fighter and she could handle a little ale. Naat tucked her hands in her pockets and began walking toward the cantina.

[Faclan]

(Feels great to be posting again ^.^)

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Kael Gel - T'vaoan Champion
Purveyor of Regret entry station
Lovely mail time.

It was a hopeful look into the future - Kael mulled over in her mind as the transport shuddered as it was locked into the opposite side of the station from her adopted relative. This former Covenant station with all its curves and purple shiny crap all over. Yet here it was being an outpost for the Kig-Yar people. What all of the Covenant would hopefully become one day. But eh. 1000 years of mostly stable union would be hard to just have collapse without something huge like one species being wiped out. At least it kept the warring down a bit between the groups.

"Mistress?" Tal quietly asked as he stood beside her chair, "you have been sitting there for three rooks, are you feeling well?" The Champion just grunting as she stood up.

"On the whole, just thinking about what this station could mean for the future."

"Oh? Trade and success?"

"And futures, of what we can do without the Talls looking over us all the time, its good to see that we don't need them like they love to claim."

"Ah, yes Mistress." Ducking a playful cuff from Kael as the two headed out of the transport into the station itself. Kael in fairly standard higher class clothing as she left her armor back in the transport. Fine waist coat, pants, and a belt clasp of her clan. But still with bracers on her wrists with blades inside. Just if needed. And with a holster around her waist to not crease her pants with the needle pistol inside. Just in case. The Mistress looking about before heading to a larger desk to inform them that she arrived and was looking for the inbox. Where she would pick up a shipment and message from the Gel Keep. Keeping abreast of data news was easy enough but physical mail was trickier. And after being welcomed by the Ruuthian on duty he directed the two T'vaoan toward the Cantina where the inbox room was attached too.

Both nodding as they started to make their way through the station toward the cantina. Both of them missing a rough looking Ibie'Shan who also took note of the Gel arriving. Clicking a button on his PP to inform his party that the target was right on time.

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Naat Gel
Purveyor of Regret’s cantina
“Is that, no, why would she be here”

As Naat entered the room she could see it wasn’t all other Kig-yar had made it out to be. The bar itself was made from welded together weapons holders and old repair parts. Behind it was a young looking Ibie’shan in a decent looking outfit clearly trying to look nice for the clientele. Behind him was a small collection of shelving units with different bottles. One had small carrier boxes filled with older paper based messages. Many of the tables were assembled crates from both covenant and UNSC sources. The chairs, the few there was, were made of smaller crates or the weird cloth stools humans sometimes used. Among them was an Unggiy carrying a tray of empty cups, bottle, and glasses. In the corner was a T’vaoan carefully surveying the bar wearing a black shirt with the word security sprawled on it.

Well it’s not rock bottom, but it’s far from Aecor’s ale hall, Naat thought to herself. She ran her fingers through her feathers trying to look a little younger then she felt. She then crossed over to the bar and sat down on one of the small green crates. The Bartender instantly took note and walked over and stood across the bar.

“And what will it be lady?” He asked as he fetched a medium sized glass from the underside of the bar. Naat glared as the various bottles many with labels written in various languages she didn’t recognize right away. After a few moments she pointed at an unlabeled bottle of human origin. The bartender nodded and grabbed the bottle. “Utgard’s rose, it’s a sweet human ale from what I’ve been told.” He explained as he poured the red liquid into the glass. “Feel free to call me over if you need a refill.” He politely said before restoring the bottle and going off to polish a dirty glass.

OOC: Couldn’t find much in terms of Covenant drinks except tea. So made a wine to use I guess.

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(Works for me, from the books its odd sugar and fat concoctions)

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Kael Gel
Purveyor of Regret Inbox
One moment customer and prize.

As Naat enjoyed her drink she would likely spot the bartender out of the corner of her big ol bird eyes tense up and stand a little straighter. The noises behind her seemed to indication that new feet were heading across the floor. Though when she looked back the raider would only see the two from the back. They seemed pretty high class and equipped with the taller female in fine clothing and the male in some slightly stripped Commando armor for comfort. But the mystery of who they were was soon dispelled by the young Ruuthian male who was manning the Inbox stall at the back of the bar with a squeak.

"Mistress Gel!" Quickly clearing the desk in front of him as Kael nodded. "We recently receives several packages from the Home Port one of them is you for?" He queried as he tried to stand tall and straight.

"Aye, Gel keep. Should be," she boxed something about eight inches high and a foot and a half long. "About that long." Before flicking out her pad to be beeped for the price.

"Of course Mistress I'll get that for you at once!" Quickly skittering back to the storage section of the Inbox to look for the package as Kael kept facing the desk. The male though looking around every so often likely for trouble.

Though Naat would likely also spot a group of surly looking dock workers starting to gather outside the entrance that Kael and her second just entered through.

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Naat Gel
Purveyor of Regret’s cantina
“Oh, please”

Naat tipped the glass to her beak enjoying the sweet human drink. She quickly noticed the onset of higher value customers and turned to see the new comers. At first they were nothing more than a high merchant and a retired Murmillo, but soon the error of her ways would show. As the larger female spoke the familiar sound was unmistakable.

"Aye, Gel keep. Should be," She stated bluntly to the lowly mail keeper. Naat nearly dropped her drink as her aunt continued. Her eyes momentarily locked with the murmillo, but it was momentary as Naat turned back towards the bar. She put her glass down and placed two credits down for the cost. She then carefully got off her crate. She took a few steps towards the duo her hands raised in a gesture of good faith.

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Gel group
Cantina Inbox
Well hello there.

The eye lock with the Commando face of Tal may have just been temporary for Naat but if she glanced back at the green armored T'vaoan she would see that he haddn't looked away from her. Especially more so when the drink was paid for and she headed over. Stepping to the side Tal put himself as a barrier between his Mistress and new female. He was a rather good looking strong male. But his expression of very poorly hid aggression as his feathers rose really detracted from it. His left hand outstretched at his stomach facing Naat if she suddenly leapt forward as his other rested on the plasma pistol magnetically on his thigh.

"Slow, what is your business so quickly approaching Mistress Gel?" He clicked out as Kaels head turned around to peak over Tals shoulder. Her eyes squinting at Naat as if trying to place her face before she turned to be facing the same way as her head as she rested her hands on her belt and adjusting her stance slightly. Naat able to see that the motion unlocked the safety clasps on the blades on Kaels wrists.

If she had recognized her long estranged adopted family member it wasn't showing initially. But neither of the Gels seemed to think this was some big fan looking for an autograph. The youth with the package peaking out from behind the several shelves back there and epping in surprise before ducking back into the mass of boxes.

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Naat Gel, heretic raider

Purveyor of Regret cantina

Mind the gap

Naat kept herself composed, carefully showing her own blades to the murmillo. "Slow, what is your business so quickly approaching Mistress Gel?" The murmillo clicked. Naat quickly observed his defensive position ready to receive and retaliate if Naat were to attack. As well as observing the subtle way Kael released the safety from her blades.

"I'm friendly to clan Gel. I overheard you'd received news from Gel keep and I was wondering if you might share how Atl and na..." Naat stopped herself. Remember, she is commodore Zaat outside of Gel lands Naat reminded herself.

"Commodore Zaat are doing." She corrected herself. "It has been sometime since I had last heard from the keep." Naat squawked.

OOC: I apologize for the lateness of my reply.

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(No problem, hope everything is alright)

The initial reactions sure ranged from the two near the desk. Tal looking more angry than before as he quickly responded. "A friend of Gel eh? I doubt that Spacer." While Kael was more surprised as she head tilted at Naat and hummed.

"The fact you know my misguided coward of a brother means you know much about Gel." Tal glancing back before looking at Naat again as Kael continued. "You could indeed be a friend, or a well informed assassin." Kael shrugging as she looked the raider up and down. Seems she seemed to think that Naat wasnt much a threat equipped like that. "But I am about to find that out myself." Reaching back as the young Kig quickly scuttled forward to place the package in her hand before backing off behind cover again. "So how about you tell me how you know my family, and if its a good reason maybe I'll share."

The bar had all turned to watch this by this point. The various breeds and sexes ranging from worried to eager as they expected a fight! Wanting to be ready to watch and record or bolt and get out before a airlock was damaged. The few outside nodding to themselves and reporting as well. The plan has been complicated so revisions were being made. It was now delayed.

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Naat Gel

Heretic Raider

On board the Purveyor of Regret space station.

‘Not my best move’

Naat ignored the murmillo's harsh words more intent to listen to her aunt, who Naat realized didn't recognize her. 

"The fact you know my misguided coward of a brother means you know much about Gel. You could indeed be a friend, or a well informed assassin." Kael said before turning around to retrieve her package. What assassin would be so bold as to approach you, auntie? Naat questions but held her tongue. Kael gel had not made it this far in life without being smart.

"But I am about to find that out myself. So how about you tell me how you know my family, and if its a good reason maybe I'll share." Kael said with her hands around the box. Naat lifted her eye patch with her off hand carefully not to anger the murmillo.

"He saves my life when I was young I would never dare turn on my adopted father." Naat hissed trying not to let too many patrons hear her. "I don't get much news from Gel keep since the Covenant isn't fond of helping those not among their ranks." Naat glanced for the nearest covered encase the murmillo decided he had heard enough, even if it was true.

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As she waited for a response Kaels eyes and ear holes would be roving around. An assassin they could still be - waiting for a ploy by making Kael believe that they were foolish for showing one of them so soon. But she could see no-one around that wasn't moving toward the exit or holding their PPs up in public. To record a fight and send it to the various Kiggle grape vines to be shared far and wide. Word always got out about altercations like this especially with one so well known and well hated as her. But thats life for you. Kael now focusing back on Naat and she gave her answer. Making Kael narrow her eyes again. "Quite a claim." She muttered as she whipped out her own PP. Moving her other hand to get 'dust' off the screen and resecure the blade on that arm so she wouldn't stab Tal in the back of the neck as she held it up to click a snapshot off Naat.

The PP doing a little blip bloop bleep. And then a bing as it came back with a hit from a Kig-Yar raiding crew. Reesk. Not too well known but hey it was something. And it also revealed the name that Kael needed. Naat. A quick flash of joy, anger, and a little bit of confusion before she finally settled on a mix of interest and head shaking as she nudges Tals shoulder to have him move aside as she slipped her PP back into her pocket.

"Saying your name Naat would have avoided a lot of this my little adopted niece." Gesturing to one of the tables as she secured the blades on her other wrist. Tal's feathers still erect as he moved over but stayed standing. "I see you are still with the raiders," a shrug. "At least they keep you busy." The older female sitting herself down as she gestured for Naat to sit down across from her.

"Have you been keeping up with our customs and training as you seem to still wish to be a Gel?" She seemed to be pointedly ignoring talking about the 'useless' brother of her and Naats adoptive father. That would likely be a tricky subject to broach.

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Naat Gel

Heretic Raider

On board the Purveyor of Regret space station.

‘Always careful’

Naat watched her aunt pull out her PP, and after a few moments it flashed with a notification. Kael quickly read over the notification before turning back to her niece. "Saying your name Naat would have avoided a lot of this my little adopted niece." With a carefully planed movement to reestablish the safety on her weapon, her aunt indicated one of the open tables. Naat nodded before crossing to the other side as her aunt took a seat. "I see you are still with the raiders, at least they keep you busy." The older female sitting herself down as she gestured for Naat to sit down across from her. "Have you been keeping up with our customs and training as you seem to still wish to be a Gel?" 

"I still practice often with both ankle and normal blades. I try not to use my name too much especially where loyalty to the accursed journey might sink my operation. The spice sisterhood, still shows up usually to pick over the Kig-yar and Unggoy scattered around the battlefields of the war. We continue to fight them where  I can. I try to keep tabs on the events from home, but it can be challenging when the split faces decide you have broken their laws and want you dead." Naat said resting her hand on the table showing the hidden blade under her sleeve. "I never expected to find you so far from the battlefield. I thought the split faces would surely lose without you." Naat said trying nto to lean too far in to her aunts past traumas.

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Funny Nat should mention the Sisterhood as one of their minion groups were currently trying to change and mold their plan as the two family members spoke.

"Glad to hear you havnt forgotten the life you led before - and those are good reasons but." She waggled a finger with a mocking expression of an old mother. "When right in front of me a name would have been appreciated." Before back to normal Kael as she and Tal hissed at the mention of the Sisterhood. Tal speaking up again as Kael skimmed over the report she had picked up.

"Its good you still fight them Gel," if we wanted to be technical in the hierarchy the Raider Naat technically outranked him as she was a full member of the Gel family proper and not a trusted ally who could also use the name. Well and being a female. "We've even seen a few in the Covenant proper as run aways or eyes and ears for the group. A few have been executed for trying to make a move."

Kael nodding as she finished off the report before giving a chuckle. "It does seem that was sometimes doesn't it?" Setting the report on the table and almost looking like she was about to slide it over. "Despite all their talk of honor and their history of combat they are often so poorly prepared for Human tactics. Fighting like a Pirate crew on the run from superior ships. At least they listen to me after a failure or two." A click of annoyance as her feathers rose. "Just feel bad for the soldiers they threw away. Damn honorbound fools."

The small box she had picked up now set next to the report as well as Kael hummed. "But you wished to hear of home. But before you do I will ask you. Are you aware of what has recently happened to me Naat? As it has changed a lot of relationships and goals for Gel and myself which would need to be laid out before you hear of the recent happenings." Despite the normally Stoic demeanor of the next in line Commodore Naat could see her nana faltering a little as she said that. It seemed like whatever it was must have been intense to go through. As the kidnapping and the rescue of your son tends to be.

(Shall the conflict erupt next post or shall we wait?)

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Naat Gel
Heretic Raider
On board the Purveyor of Regret space station.
‘Where'd they come from’


"But you wished to hear of home. But before you do I will ask you. Are you aware of what has recently happened to me Naat? As it has changed a lot of relationships and goals for Gel and myself which would need to be laid out before you hear of the recent happenings." Kael asked. Naat looked at her aunt a little behind, but could see some small emotions scrawled on her elder's face.

"I have not heard of any recent events from Gel keep. The last I knew Gel was still on the hunt for..." Naat paused not wanting to bring up her missing cousin in front of her aunt. "and Roh had finally left the nest as a servant of the covenant, much like you had." Naat concluded. Before her aunt could respond though Naat glanced around the room. She quickly identified some of the patrons who had been around for most of her time in the room, but she noted some newly acquired tables were glaring daggers in their direction. Her eyes drew to a T'vaoan who was decked out in full boarding gear close to the entrance. His scars and snaggle toothed beak stirred something in Naat 

"Do not look behind you, but the sister hood approaches." Naat hissed across the table as she used her right hand to loosen the safety on her blade without arousing suspicion. "Waiter! I'd like to buy a round for the table." Naat announced loudly as she glared towards the Unggoy walking around the tables. The Unggoy grunted and with a nod he began his walk to the bar. After a few moments of rising tension the Unggoy returned with a small tray it had a bottle and 3 shot glasses. Naat smiled and handed the Unggoy some credit for the service. Being careful not to waste the drink Naat poured out 3 shots of a light brown liquid. Naat then locked eyes with on of the tables which had been staring at them for a while now. Naat walked over sporting her newly acquired bottle before taking a spot at the table.  "It's rude to stare." She growled at the collected group. "Besides its our business what we trade, not yours." Naat said before dumping the bottle on the closest person head. 

"That's it we go now!" The Ibie'shan growled angrily before it all the tension broke. The 3 at the table stood up quickly drawing various weapons. with a swift flick of her wrist Naat broke the bottle over the Ibie'shan's head while kicking the chair closest to her into the legs of the Ruuthian to her left. the Ibie'sahn fell back to the ground while Naat quickly ducked behind the table to grab the skewer pistol on the Kig-yar's hip. "You've gotta do better then that!" Naat yelled into the ether as she fired at the Ruuthian bringing him down with a few shots.

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"Thats a shame you have not - but also good word has not gotten out too far." Kael hissed before she continued quietly. "Roh indeed joined the sect my Entourage was attached too. Neither of us truly knew how to interact with each other. Separate for so long after I...I left him." A quick breath to center her mind as Kaels current state made her totally miss the extra angry looking Kigs in the bar. Thankfully Naat and Tal were on the looking as they glared right back. Tal wishing he had his helmet now but at least he still had most of his armor. And shield bracers most importantly. Gripping the back of the chair Kael was sat on as he stood behind her on the left before he moved to the right to be closer to the possible enemies. Sure it could be a new crew arriving and their mission may have gone poorly to justify their anger. But they were directing the anger at the three Gels specifically. It didn't take a battle master to figure out their likely intent. Kael however continued.

"And then the Humans captured him." A growl. "The ONeI ones. I left to go try and find him. Thank Aecor for everything we were able too. And sinc," before Naat interrupted her with danger behind her. Kael still full of emotion that was channeled from her shaking hands to tight grips as she glared at the table. "And we were having such a lovely talk too," she spat out but kept sitting where she was as she watched Naat move off toward the table. Turning in her chair to watch while unclipping the strap over her needle pistol. Ready to move when the action started. Which came quicker than she had expected as Naat struck first!

Just like Gel would have taught her.

Kael leaping backwards to clear the mail desk for cover as she had no armor on and had seen the tables were bolted to the floor so no cover there to be hard. Already starting to fire at those who were watching the fighting and taking out weapons. Catching a Ruuthian right in the eye as he tried to unsling a R4 from his back.

Tal meanwhile - the most armored of the Gels by a large amount - moved right for Naat as his wrist bracer shields activated. Sliding to a stop at Naats side as he shoved both his arms up to intercept two plasma pistol shots that were shot at her before squaring up to her back to provide cover. His carbine would take too long to draw now so his wrist blades were now out for the Sisterhood scum who were moving in.

"Time for a ransom payday girls!" A T'vaoan screeches from the doorway as more males filed in to try and apprehend the Gels. Damaged and wounded was fine by them. The patrons and employees in the bar quickly dropping to the floor and trying to crawl behind cover as the fight began in earnest.

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Naat Gel
On board the Purveyor of Regret space station.

‘Reap what you sow’

Naat heard her aunt's recent motivation. "And so Commodore Zaat and the others have been helping you to search for him?" Naat yelled over the commotion as SHe opened fire on another unarmored Ruuthian. He fell to the floor as a familiar click came from the firing pin. Naat hissed to herself as she ducked behind a table. She began scrounging for ammunition around her as Tal throw down a dead Ibie'shan next to her his throw cut clean by Gel blades.


"And who's this guy anyway?" She asked as she spotted a fresh magazine on the Ibie'shan's corpse. With a quick swap out she stood back up all but missing a flying plasma blast that went over her head. Naat resumed firing trying to keep the sisterhood's gunners from taking pot shots at Kael or Tal. 

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"Funnily enough," Kael shouted over the mounting weapon fire. "It was a Jiralhanae I work with who found Roh. Garatus. Decent lump of stupid he is." Just as if she was discussing the weather. Completely calm very unlike the twitching and panicking Sisterhood soldiers. The Males under the command of the Sisterhood officer trying to take cover and not get to close to the Gels shooting at them as the other patrons of the bar were just trying to get out of the bar. That was until a decently wealthy looking male was grabbed and had a blade placed against his neck as the Sisterhood officer screeched out.

"Give yourself up Gels! Or he and many of these others here will die due to you!" The fire momentarily stopping as Kael peaked over the top of the mail desk. One eye ridge raised incredulously at that.

"Wow, you really are that dumb aren't you? Well done making the rest of this station hate you more than they already would for disrupting the peace Spicehead." Her none pistol hand raising over the desk to point out the room toward the rest of the station. "Even if we were to be as foolish as you then what? You think the station staff is just going to let you walk out of here?" Standing up as she flashed an odd hand signal to Naat which she disguised by re collapsing her wrist blade. Moving to the far end of the desk in relation to where Naat was situated in the room as she continued. "You must have never left one of your little flotillas to think that kind of thing can work in mostly open space. Even without any Sangheili around that would pull your tongue out with your stomach, through your dumb beak."

"Shut up whore!" The officer and all of her goons attention now on Kael as the Champion laughed, assuming Naat would take the opening.

"Oooh such temper." Before she glanced down at her wrist as she pretended to check the time. "And time is not on your side. I'd wager a lot of your goons will lose hope in getting out of here alive as this drags on. Especially if something were to happen to their brave and competent leader." Tal standing with his purple stained wrist blades as he glared at the smaller males to also draw attention. Several of which shirked away and pointed weapons in his general directions.

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Naat Gel

Purveyor of Regret 
‘Make friends not enemies.’


"So the apes aren't as useless as they seem." Naat said her nerve unbroken as she continued taking shots at the goons when they exposed themselves. With a quick mag swap though Naat felt the tension in the room weigh down on her as the sounds of battle stilled and her aunts voice and one other took its place. A sisterhood female had taken a hostage, and Kael was drawing her attention, but for what. Naat looked over to Keal to see a signal form her aunt. It took naat a second to remember what it meant but it dawned on her a split second later. 

I cant afford pissing off the station crew, I wouldn't have a bar to come to anymore the mental train concluded. Naat wracked the chamber loading a fresh round into the chamber. She removed her eye patch to see clearly as she gripped the pistol in a practiced stance. She brought the pistol up to glare down its iron sights and aimed for the Spice head's beak. She took in a quiet breathe to steady herself and pulled the trigger. After a moment that seemed to drag on for eternity the bullet lodged itself in the Spicer's throat. 

"Shut up you old crown!" Naat growled standing triumphantly behind the table she had been using as cover. Naat the glared at the few males that remained a few had broken from their posts and had begun to flee, but a few stood still either stunned in place, or uncertain of what to do now. "Shall we make sure they all understand not to mess with us?" Naat asked of Kael.

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The lead female seemed to guess something was up as she looked over at the other Gels. Tal just smirking before her eyes met Naats, down the sights of a pistol. Before sclup! The needle buried half its length into her throat. Spasming as she stumbled backwards dragging the male with her as purple blood started to pool from her beak. Blade raising up from where it had slumped to strike at the male she was holding, her final phyrric act of revenge that would at least get the Gels some fine or something! Before Tal was right in front of her. Having sprinted and leapt once the shot had happened to now be holding her sword arm in both hands as he shook his head. "Die in dishonor, Spicer," he hissed before jerking her arm to the side. Elbow cracking before she gurgled and collapsed dead to the floor.

Kael hoping and sliding over the mail desk as she moved over to one of the dead males. Grabbing both of his arms and hoisting him up and over her shoulder. Turning to Naat as the dead Ruuthians feet gently swayed side to side as she hummed? Before looking at the remaining males who were dropping weapons as the station security turned up with weapons drawn. Shrugging which made the male jiggle more as she dismissively waved at the remaining Sisterhood mooks. "That will be up to the station leadership. Its their home that they attacked. We just helped clear the problem." Tal hoisting two over his own shoulders as Kael moved back to her table to pick up the package she had been given as an Ibie'Shan in a fancy hat glared at the remaining males who were cowering next to each other.

"Right you useless junkie criminals - airlock or labour, pick now." Without a moments pause they all picked labor and were quickly restrained and hauled off into the station. The Ibie nodding at the three Gels and grunting. "And helping clean up? Greatly appreciated. We'll get whatever funds these scum had and itl be yours plus extra." The high class male from before nodding as he spoke up.

"I'll kick in some as well Gel Clanmates. I appreciate the save." Kael and Tal tapping their beaks as they seemed to have left the leader for Naat as the Ibie pointed down the hallway.

"Airlocks down there for the bodies - thanks again for the help and our mistake they got as far as they did. It will add to the pot."

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Naat Gel
Purveyor of Regret
‘Oh no’

Naat walked over to the fresh corpse of the sisterhood officer the shot lodged in her throat. Not where I wanted to land the shot, but it did the job she thought to herself. She turned to see her aunt and her escort had already retrieved bodies and were conversing with a well looking Ibie'shan. Naat grabbed the officer's arm and carefully hoisted the corpse over her shoulder. The blood slowly dripping down her back a reminder of how messy the kill could've been. 

"Airlocks down there for the bodies - thanks again for the help and our mistake they got as far as they did. It will add to the pot." The Ibie'shan directed the Gel's to a hallway. Naat nodded before beginning in that direction of the airlock. 

"So is Roh with humans or anti-covenant kig-yar? Or those Heretic's I've heard so much about?" Naat asked as they walked down the hall. A few feet into the hallway Naat recognized the hallway she was in an the airlock they were approaching. Wait if the Spice heads know I'm here they might've seem Gadad traveling with me, I need to see if he's safe.

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Kael and Tal would start down the hallway as Kael let out a sigh of relief. "Thank Aecor he is with Garatus now. And will be returning to the Gel keep shortly. I was heading back to meet up with him. It has been far too long since I have devoted the time I should as his Mama and one of Gel's higher ups. Far too long." Gripping her fists in determination as the three ended up at the airlock. Kael and Tal stepping inside and just letting the corpses flop forward off their shoulders before they crouched down to root through the pockets for shinies and Gekz chips. Just completely normal looting of the fallen that the few Kigs who were heading back to the bar after the firefight nodded in approval at.

Tal would find a personal pad on one and a chip holder on the second! While Kael came out with a few needle mags and a human wallet. Shrugging as she flipped it open to run her claws over the interior before she glanced back at Naat before back to the money. "Are you currently on assignment Naat? I would love to welcome you back to the keep now that Zaat and myself are speaking again." Before she looked back again. Catching the flicking eyes and twitching finger tips of a desire to move and fight. As she put the wallet away and stood up. Tal following shortly afterwards as Kael nodded.

"Your crew - where?" Ready to go and ensure the safety of her clanmates allies without specific cause. It was only right after all and it would help give the station time to get payment ready and for their ship to be fully ready to make the return journey. The package from Eayn still held by Kael as she waited for the direction to move.

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Naat Gel

The purveyer of regret's airlock

'Quickly to the market'

Naat dropped the body of the officer the intent to loot and pillage lost to a fear of enslavement. "Badad, he's a good friend, but a horrible fighter. He's a one armed Unggoy who helps raise the spirits of the cell during long operations. He reminds me a lot of Atl." Naat said as she turned leading in the direction of the market. "He was to meet one of his Kig-yar contacts that was hinting at a hidden cache of weapons."

Naat burst from the hall way into the open market area, the old vehicle depot was filled with repurposed hardware that had been refurbished or set up haphazardly to make stalls for the various venders. There was a decent amount of foot traffic as one of the few non-Sangheili supervised ports. Most of the venders were squawking for attention from the various patrons. Naat did not see many Unggoy among the foot traffic, but she didn't need to see him from the entrance she had to know he was safe. She walked to the nearest vender. "Have you seen a dingle armed Unggoy pass by you?"

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"Atl.." Kael quiet repeated as she sighed and shook her head as the group left the main airlock. "I owe my youngest brother, your Da, a long and proper apology." Well at least she was accepting that shed really snubbed Atl in the past!

"One armed Unggoy got it," Tal nodding to himself as the two quickly fell into step behind Naat as she moved off. Weapons being drawn again in case it was needed. One could never tell with Sisterhood operations. Sure one officer was dead but they could always have more. Or have more lackies who were less interested in their own lives as serving the last orders of the now dead. Damn Sisterhood.

"Once this war is over," Kael thinking outloud to both as she followed behind her adoptive niece. "We really need to get another alliance and hunt going to cull the Sisterhood again. The Sangheili always bothering us makes us look at them not those Sunk Spicers." And then the group would burst onto the trading floor. A place of pure joy for any self respecting Kig-Yar. Well when you were not looking out for an ally in danger. Tal, less worried about decorum that Kael, would make the first move as he jumped up on top of a mostly secure stall to get a better view. Ignoring the squawks below him about what an idiot he was and to watch the merch as he scanned the far side of the room before pointing to the back left entrance.

"I see them! Leaving this room now."