Escape!

[Kassil]

Miki grunted. "Yes. You're going to tell me everything you know about the Imperial commander there, since he seems to know you." The blue-eyed chief glanced back. "And then you're going to get a chance to get off without any of the usual punishments for damaging my station."

Elsewhere, the droid smirked internally as it hauled off the stunned would-be assassin. Stupid fleshthings. It could cause so much hagvoc on here if it wanted... Really, the only reason it didn't was the station chief - the only fleshy to ever beat it in melee combat.

[Rotzi]

"Nixxy, ne?" Kitra smirked. "There's a lot to talk about him. And alllllll the 'fun' li'l stuff that's happened /since/ we met him." She cracked her knuckles.

"Anything you want to know, I'll tell ya."

[Kassil]

"First, and most important, I want to know how much he bluffs, and what you know about the way he fights. I'm sure he's got a goon squad still on the station - any captain worth enough of a damn to get aboard anything bigger than a microfreighter would do the same. If you know on any reinforcements he can call in, or any little tricks he keeps up his sleeve, I want to know." Miki turned a corner sharply, ignoring the grating sensation in his torso, and lead Kitra through a door brightly emblazoned with signs about gravity suppression, hostile enviroments, and automated security systems. The only one of the three to present itself was the sudden lack of gravity, which brought something somewhere between a sigh and a grunt from Miki as the pressure on his ribs slacked off abruptly.

[Rotzi]

"To be quite honest, I've never know of Nixxy to bluff." Kitra growled a bit to herself. "And I've never had to fight him personally, but I assume he fights dirty. After all... that was the second time that Inquisitor was around to try to get me and Kri...."

The Miraluka continued to follow him, growling mentally about the lack of gravity. However, with all of the situations her and Kri'hamon had gotten themselves into, she was getting used to it...

"As for other tricks... he tends to get you into a situation in which you can't say no to. There always is a way out, tho. He doesn't look at every option there is. Not all the time. He gets some of the obvious ones down and can counter those, but he also knows of some other options one may take and finds a way to counter those as well..."

[Kassil]

"So start thinking for a way out." Miki pushes off, gliding down the corridor, adjusting his path with twitches from his limbs. "I'm working on a few angles from my point of view - not the least being that the Empire doesn't tend to have much to do with actual psions or sorcerers, and I know a few groups of both who owe me favors..."

[Rotzi]

"You may wanna call in /everyone/ that owes you favors." Kitra rubbed her arm nervously. "Nixxy pulls no punches."

She adjusted her wrap, making sure that it didn't reveal her eyes, or lack there of. "I'll need a bit of time to think, tho." The Miraluka looked back down where they had come from. "I do my best thinking with Kri. The sooner my partner is healed, the better it will be for you if you want our help."

[Kassil]

"He'll be fine soon." Miki waved a hand irritably. "Regardless of what that Imperial slimedog claims, Scylla's almost completely cutting-edge technology. It's even got a trick for high mobility situations - if you don't mind the chance of getting killed, anyhow."

[Rotzi]

"Believe me.... death is a far nicer option," growled the bounty huntress. Kit crossed her arms. "So do you want me to stay here for now and behave?"

[Kassil]

"If the option is you not behaving, then yes." Miki's eyes glint as he contacts the system's computers again, rapidly dictating messages to dozens of groups across the galaxy via his implanted communicator. "However, since you've agreed to help, you can go to sickbay to check on your friend if you wish."

Elsewhere, the droid tossed the would-be assassin into a medical unit, firmly locking the victim down and setting the system to think that the being was a completely different species - with a little luck, it'd look like either a system malfunction or a self-adminstered drug overdose in an attempt to get high.

[Rotzi]

"I'll do that then." Kitra kicked off of a wall and sped off toward sick bay. Of all the people in the galaxy, Kri was the only one she actually cared about. It wasn't unusual; they were partners after all.

Slipping into the room, she eyed the Nagain. "Kiya... Kri." She walked over to him quietly and placed a hand on his forehead, brushing away a few strands of unruley hair. "Yer gonna get yerself killed doin' this one of these days." The Miraluka looked surprisingly gentle as she looked down at her partner.

I swear, the moment you wake up, I'm gonna kick your arse...

[Kri'hamon]

Kri slowly opened his eyes in response to something soft brushing his forehead, still believing he was within yet another dream he struggled to sit up..."Where am I and who are you?"

And whom am I?

[Rotzi]

"...Kri? You're in sick bay right now. You were just in a battle with an Inquisitor. I'm your partner, Kitra, remember?" She did her best to control her voice, trying not to let it break. Brushing a few more strands from his face she smiled softly. "How do you feel?"

[Kri'hamon]

The nagain reeled back as a wave of memories rushed into his mind, filling every crevice dreams and recent memories.

He grinned and looked up,"Did I win?"

He struggled to stand up, that is until a fresh wave of pain welcomed him.

I needs a vacation....

[Rotzi]

She grinned. "You came out alive. That's enough for me." She hugged him when he stood. "Just... I have somethin' to tell you, Kri."

Kit sighed. "I made a deal with the head guy here - that Miki guy." She forced the Nagiain to sit down. "We're gonna help defend this station against the Imperial Forces. It'll more than likely be to our benefit."

"I vote that after this we just disappear from the spotlight... something less hazardous to our health, y' know?"

[Kassil]

At that moment, the medical droid returned, and if its face had been designed for such, it would've had a smug expression on it. "Ah, you're awake. Good. You had an unexpected visitor. An assassin, I believe. He wasn't expecting a non-pacifistic medical droid, I fear."