Meat or Men?

[harth_fray]

Harth came up from the dark, his face with strange purpose. His two lieutenant -- Two Talons and Slow Death -- and set up a large desk.

"Bring me anyone who has been brought in the last week, week and a half. I want to see them," he says, and waits.

So, are you being dragged before Harth? He wants to talk to you

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[talkback]

Not quite dragged, more of pushed, he's trying to go along quietly, really he is.

What, Chase not snarking? Well, these things ARE big and hairy.

[harth_fray]

And Harth is small and skinny. But he is amused. "Who are you?" he asks thoughtfully, tilting his head.

[talkback]

And the big things are obeying him. Which, to Chase, means big mojo. Hell, Molly is small and skinny, and she beat up wolverine!

"I'm Chase. Who the fuck are you supposed to be, Harry Potter?"

Damn, nope, there goes the attitude. Thought I had him under control.

[harth_fray]

Harth arched a brow.

"...Harry Potter? That one's new. Besides, my eyes are blue, not green. I'm the One Who Will Lead: Harth Fray."

[talkback]

"No offense, I'm sure you got pretty eyes, but I'm not that way dude."

Definitely homophobic.

And snarky.

"One Who will Lead? So, your like vice president of this place?"

[harth_fray]

Harth came over quietly, and then twisted at the hips, just a little.

His foot came up, and the blur of it's arc was pretty much headed for Chase's face.

...it would hurt, if it hit.

A lot.

Maybe even knock some teeth out.

[talkback]

"Ahh!"

Chase goes over backwards, barely avoiding the blow, and landing hard.

"Fuck, I get it, your a badass, okay okay!"

[harth_fray]

Harth looks at Chase. And then at his foot.

"You're fast. Do you have any useful skills?"

[talkback]

"Good reflexes. Gotta be, when you live with five super powered females who ALL cycle at the EXACT same time."

He shivers.

"Trust me, you do NOT wanna see a raptor on the rag. It's fuckin scary."

But he's getting off the topic.

"I can defend myself. And I'm a damn fine mechanic. Oh, and the ship your furry buddies took will only respond to my commands."

[harth_fray]

"We don't ened your ship to resopnd to us. We're just going to take it apart," Harth says. No ned to go into space. The martiels will be better suited to other things!

But he doesn't say anything about the five superpowered women PMS brigade, either.

"Can you do anything for us? That would give us reason to not simply breed you with magog?"

[talkback]

"Take it apart? But it's got lasers! And a cloaking shield!"

And it's not a spaceship, not really.

"I have very loose morals, and have no problem spying on and betraying my fellow humans?"

Not really, but, well, Chase has a very good poker face. He's always needed one, a dad like his.

[harth_fray]

"...somehow, I don't believe you. And if it has anything fun on it, we'll figure it out. After all, the magog are space-faring aliens."

Even if Two Talons does have trouble with the can opener.

[talkback]

Chase ponders for a moment.

"I'ma great mechanic. Got better manipulators then the big guys."

And he thinks awhile more.

"I dunno. What you looking for in a useful slave, massa"

[harth_fray]

"Less lip, for one thing."

That'd be a start, anyway.

"But if you're a good mechanic, we'll keep you alive. But don't think you're special. You're not. You can be replaced."

[talkback]

He takes a few moments to consider that, then simply nods.

He knows when to keep his mouth shut.

[harth_fray]

"Take him away to a private cell," Harth says a moment later, and then waves a hand. He'll go back and name a note in his list.