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Well, this was sure sudden, in fact, Shepherd was surprised enough to stop giving the armed and ready dog the stink eye and fix the dragon. So long as the rewards were shared (Assuming there was a reward to begin with), and nobody was pointing guns at each other waiting for an opportunity to betray everyone else, granted that was probably what they would expect her and Johnny would do, but still.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that idea..." The clone had a somewhat thoughtful look, but how would such an alliance work? Considering they just met, surely the thought of receiving a bolt of plasma in their back crossed their minds as well? Right now, Shepherd wished her ability to sense thought patterns was as strong as it used to be.

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Renard arched a brow.. they seemed more content to reduce each other to cinders rather than actually working towards finding this place. He was confused. if they're all looking for the same thing, why would they be so intent on messing with each other?

He stifled a yawn, his tail curling idly around his waist.

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Sandor, at this time, finally approached the fox overlooking everyone on the roof. He sneaked up on him from behind, almost completely silently. With his pistol in hand, he whacked the fox behind the head, and pointed his weapon at him. "Who the Hell are you?" he asked,

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"Ouch! Mother-" the fox grunted, instinctively whirling around and kicking the pistol away, but not out of his hand, his own hands shimmering with Aura as he drew a small blaster he kept at his other hip.. he hated firearms, but he did not deny their usefulness from time to time, If he pulled his sword, all that would get him is a hole in the gut at the moment.

By the time his assailant regained his aim, he'd find the fox-dog leveling a pistol of his own, hands wrapped in some sort of strange energy.

"Just a Guy looking for Ailolius.. I have a guy I need to meet who may, or may not be there. He usually takes it upon himself to guard special places from time to time.. I don't want the treasure or the glory, just to settle my score."  he said honestly. Lieing wasn't gonna get him anywhere. Quite frankly the only reason he was holding a weapon right now and not talking normally is because he wasn't sure weather this guy was going to kill him out of spite

"Renard Frost, Charmed, I'm sure... and you are?"

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Sandor found this man's skills to be most impressive. He managed to not only recover at a tremendous speed, he pointed his own weapon at him. Such grace. Such beauty. Must be that Pagan magic, thought Sandor, eyeing the fox's glowing hands. Sandor, grinning, one-handedly pointed his blaster at Renard's head.

"I'm Sandor," he announced, pronouncing his name the Magyar way - SHAN-door. "Interesting Pagan magic you've got working for you there." Sandor then lowered his gun. "If you wanted to kill me, you would've done it already." He then holstered it next to his short, stubby, avian-like tail. "Put that away," he demanded, slapping the weapon out of his face.

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He holstered the blaster, letting out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. He nodded as he checked the scabbard of his sword and his blaster's holster to make sure they had not come loose with that sudden movement. extinguishing the energy with a flick of his wrists. "Magic? Yes.  Pagan? Not quite.. that, dear acquaintance, is God's gift to my race, to make the worlds a better place." He wasn't sure if that much was true.. but that's how his mother put it.

" It's fine by the way.. I do kinda tend to stand out, so I don't blame ya for trying to crown me." he said rubbing the sore spot on his head.

He stepped away from the ledge, lest anyone else in the group notice him and give him a similar, if not more emphatic greeting

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"Well if your god gave you magic, he and my God are two very different gods." Sandor crouched by the ledge and looked down to the group. "I'm with them," Sandor continued, pointing at a large dragon and his two compatriots. "We're looking for Aiolius as well. We're going to sack it and destroy it. We don't want any crazed warlord to get their stinking paws on the stuff that's in there, now do we?"

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"while exactly that would rake in a lot of business for me, I'm not of a mind to let that happen." he stated flatly, his ears splaying.

" I'm more of the mind to seal it away if it's dangerous.. for all we know it could be stuff that betters lives all over the place, or a home for its lost people should they come back. However, if it proves too dangerous, or is a cache of powerful weapons like you and your companions think it is, then I'll have absolutely no qualms about rendering it to dust.Something both our "gods" can agree on" He said, nodding to the man.

" The problem is... no one really knows what it is.. I'm more willing to see what it is before we go around knocking skulls and blowing up stuff better left intact, ya know?"

" My thought is this. If it's Powerful weapons, Raze it. If it's technological wonders that can help people and have very little chance of being weaponized, salvage it and make sure it finds it's way into the hands of scientists that can help the worlds. If it's something arcane.. study it a bit... possibly preserve it... if it's Arcane and dangerous. Raze it.. then burn the ashes just to make sure. if it's just an empty ruin, let it be.... "

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"That got me thinking...." said Sandor, attaching himself to what Renard said last: "an empty ruin". "What if someone's hiding it deliberately? Perhaps... the inhabitants...?" He turned to Renard. "And if the inhabitants do exist, what makes you think they'd give us their goodies willingly?"

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"well.. they have every right to their technology then.. if they mean to harm us, then we fight" he said simply, cracking his back.

"I'm not exactly the type to commit genocide just to get my way.." he said, a small barb at some of the lesser liked rulers in this system.

"Anyway.. Aiolius is very much a "wait and see" thing." he said, crossing his arms. " And i'm not particularly interested in playing archeologist or wrecking crew, to be honest"



 

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After a moment of thinking, Shepherd figured it would be best to get an idea of what the developing group's vested interest in seeking out such a mythical place. It occurred to the clone that even if their plans for the place weren't the same as hers, all she had to do was play along to get the added benefit of numbers (And, while it wasn't the main goal, she could make do with the renown that would come with assisting with the discovery of space Atlantis).

"But, before I agree to be apart of your little posse here, I feel I should ask..." The clone tilled her head and give the dragon a curious look as she found the words to best as her question, and not seem like she was scheming in anyway. "What's your stake in finding Aiolius?"

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Sandor nodded, with the genocide part sticking to the back of his mind. He did not relish the idea of slaughtering thousands, if not, millions of people just to destroy Aiolius. Bohdan, it would seem, was unaware of this possibility.

"We'll find out what do to when we get there."

 

Meanwhile, Bohdan sought to address the Cerinian's question. "We intend to take what treasures it has and then destroy what dangers it may possess. Is that a satisfactory answer?"

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Shepherd gave a hum in response, well, they and her were definitely on the same page, though was admitting that the plan was to ransack the Katheeri (If that was even the term) ancestor's homeland for items of value really a good idea? Even if she kind of was at fault for bringing the question to mind.

"So long as we split it all evenly in the end, you can count me in." The vixen said, before putting on a more sociable smile, well, as best as she could the dragon focusing his attention on her was still making the clone uncomfortable (Which was strange, since she never before thought herself racist towards the winged fire breathers), and pointed a thumb at herself and gave what she considered confirmation of her own usefulness. "I'm Shepherd; thought-poke specialist, mechanic and half decent pilot to boot."

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Bohdan motioned Elizabeth and Korben to stand down. Reluctantly, they assumed more normal postures. "My name is Bohdan," he declared, putting his hand over his chest. He then gestured to Elizabeth on his right and Korben to his left. "These are my associates, Elizabeth and Korben." Elizabeth nodded her head. Korben simply stood there, motionless yet ever watchful.

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Zefran felt unease bubbling in his chest at the mention of destroying Aiolius. It wasn't like he had been there, but something about that felt wrong. He kept those feelings to himself.

"I'm Zefran." the young Katheeri explained again, "And this is Antoine."

The grizzly coyote huffed. "All right, people, we've officially spent too much time standing around. Who here's got a ship they're willing to share?"

"Aaaaaaand....." Zefran grinned embarrassed, "Is anyone here a mechanic by chance?"

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"We've got a ship!" Sandor abruptly yelled from the rooftop. He then jumped down several stories, hoping to land on a Dumpster to cushion his fall. However, he landed on his left shoulder, and dislocated it. Screaming out in pain, he bounced off the Dumpster and onto the wet, dirty alley. Korben rushed to his aid, but Sandor, stumbling back on his feet, pushed him away. He then put his shoulder back in its proper position, screaming in pain, cussing in Magyar. "I'm Sandor," he said, "and I'm with the dragon."

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"Oh my god!" Zefran barked in alarm, "Do you need help?"

"Damn, son." Antoine laughed out loud, "It must be either stop or full throttle with you. You got a ship. We got the only clue to your precious islands."

"But where do we even start?" Zefran asked, eyes round with uncertainty, "Sure, maybe I'm part of a race linked to this place, but that doesn't magically change the fact I still know absolutely nothing."

"Well, your first memory is Macbeth. Maybe it's time we paid a visit."

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"Holy...!" Tom yelled aghast. Yet given the events that had occurred, he was on the fence of rubbing that off as "normal."

Wide eyed and on the edge of his heels, "Alright, so Macbeth it is."

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"Macbeth?" inquired Sandor, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight.

"Yes, Sandor," answered Bohdan, "Macbeth. You know, the industrial heart of the Lylat System?"

"Hmm, Macbeth..."

"Well, let's go to the Szabla," said Elizabeth. "And let's see if we can't get rich off this." Korben, looking at this motley band of adventurers, cracked his knuckles.

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Mumbling something about "just saying she was a mechanic", Shepherd was further startled with the rather sudden voice coming from the roof, followed by the owner of said voice recklessly throwing himself off of a building. In what she could only describe as unofficial medical procedure and a other uncomfortable noises, the group now had one more member (Shepherd silently thanking the proper authorities that no body escalated the situation). So, that puts them at a count of four then, the clone contemplated rethinking the alliance for the moment, before writing the unease she was feeling as simple paranoia. Perhaps watching all those holovids with tales betrayal were causing her to lose grip on reality, but from now on, she'd keep in mind to observe the high ground for the odd fellow trying to get the sneak on her.

"Do we have a lead to go by? Macbeth's a big planet." The vixen spoke up as she gave her mind a bit of a mental shake, in an attempt to push aside the less relevant thoughts she was having. "As nice as it sounds, I doubt asking every barman on that rock for rumors with some relevance to what we're looking for will produce results."

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"I was picked up as a kid by traffickers on Macbeth." Zefran explained, "It's my first clear memory."

"There are all kinds of remnants from disbanded crime circles. Old smuggler's tunnels and hideouts left over from the Venomian occupation. If we retrace Zef's first steps there, we may find something. It's not a great lead, but if any of you have a better idea, I'm all ears."

Zefran walked up to the vixen with a sheepish smile. "I heard you say you're a mechanic." he held out the damaged holographic emitter, "I can't go anywhere until this is fixed. Do you think you could take a crack at it?"

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Taking Zefran's little device in her paws gently, Shepherd gave it an examination on it's outer surface. Given that it wasn't visibly damaged, the problem was internal and since this was something as complex as a holographic emitter it would be damn expensive to just buy a new one. Normally she'd charge the cryptid a fee for the work that this would need, but, perhaps if she did the winged dog a solid it would play out in her favor in the long run. With that in mind, she gave Zefran a friendly smile of her own.

"I'll need my toolkit, some time and a few spare bits and bobs, but I should be able to have your disguise up and running again, easily enough." With the device inspected, the cerinian offered it back to it's owner. "I could swing by my ship and pick up what I need, unless there ship has a workshop set up... the 'Szabla', was it?"

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"The Szabla can accommodate your needs," said Bohdan. "We have enough space for all of you, unless you have your own ships."

"Theo, you wanna let strangers on the Szabla?" asked Elizabeth in a low voice, turning to Bohdan.

"What harm could they do?"

"Uh, they could kill us and steal our shit."

"Then we'll kill 'em first," butted in Sandor.

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"Yoh! Strangers, Wait up!" The fox had called from the rooftop, jumping off of the roof as well, preferring to cushion his fall by activating the g-diffuser skates he kept in his boots, otherwise known as the Best 5000 Credits he ever spent, and alighted gently to the ground. I'm coming along too. I'm harmless for the most part. Sandor here will vouch for me." He said, dusting himself off.

" I'm not in it for the money, so don't worry! Any spoils you get won't be decreased by my presence." he stated flatly. " My name's Ren."

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"What are those?!" Sandor yelled, pointing at Renard's boots with g-diffusers installed in them.

"John Cena!" yelled Elizabeth. The two of them laughed. Korben smiled, and shook his head.

"Give me strength, God," whispered Bohdan, looking up to the sky.

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