[D7MA] Birds of a Feather

[Cal Arcton]

"Huh." Cal nodded, his eyes distant. "Seems like Imperials and darkness do always seem to go arm in arm. Maybe there's something to what you say."

"Well..." He looked back to Fey, his expression serious. "I know a little bit about it, but not much. Something woke up, and it's bad. I don't really know what that means, or what to do about it, but, well, that's how it is."

[Cefey Raneth]

Fey looked back at him, equally serious but also surprised at his words. "How do you know that? Is it... like, some local thing? Once every 333rd full moon or something?"

[Cal Arcton]

Serious as the question was, Cal still chuckled at it. But he shook his head. "No." He pressed his lips together; the answer wasn't an easy one. "I know the person who was involved in it, somehow. I didn't really understand that part. But whatever it is woke up the day before those big planetary storms."

He spread his arms. "I'll admit, I wasn't really sure what to do with that. I mean, it's not like we have an office of awakened dark forces right next door to the Sector Rangers or anything."

[Cefey Raneth]

"Might not be a bad idea to have sometimes," she murmured. It would make everything a lot easier if there were people who could deal with that sort of weird stuff.

"So... involved how? In waking up, or saw that someone woke this thing up?"

[Cal Arcton]

"Maybe not." A hint of a smile found it's way to Cal's lips. "Well, if anyone decides to make me mayor of Noventa City, I'll get one started second thing. First think is one hell of a party at Twelve Parsecs."

He grimaced. "Don't know. Wasn't there." The answer was just a little too short; Cal's lips pressed together tightly.

He sighed. "Sorry. Don't know why I'm pilin' more things on you. You've got enough to worry about. Guess I've just taken a liking to your group. You're good folks, and you help out. Don't know if I thought you could help with this, or just that it's something you outta know about."

[Cefey Raneth]

Fey held out her hands in a bit of a helpless gesture. "Don't know what we're supposed to do against that kind of thing. We're bounty hunters, Cal - mercenaries, with some extra skillsets ontop of that. Ancient sleeping evils isn't exactly something we deal with, though to be fair, no one's hired us for a job like that before."

She sighed, looking away. There was something Cal wasn't telling her, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know more. "Maybe we should send someone out to sing a lullaby."

[Cal Arcton]

"Yeah." Cal sighed. "I don't know either."

At least she was willing to joke around, still. "Yeah, good idea." He said, chuckling softly. "You've got a good singing voice, right? I can carry a tune, at least. We could take turns, or do a duet, or something like that."

"Anyway." He shrugged. "Back to work?"

[Cefey Raneth]

"Maybe? Something to keep in mind at least to fix this problem." Though she had a hunch it was going to be more complicated than that.

"Yeah, back to work," she nodded, stretching out her hands and adjusting the light a little on the gun. "Let's see what we can do."

It wouldn't work out, the modding, but at least the company was good.


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D7 Modding old man Cal's blaster. Accurate from Custom Grip. +2eB from Weapons Maintenance kit: 1eP+3eA+2eB+3eD 0 successes

[Cal Arcton]

Even if the work wasn't successful, Cal could hardly call it wasted time.

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