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Timi's Medicine (Arad, GIR)

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ARAD V1.0:
Segunda didn't really take interest in the ensuing conversation. He was fine with not being told where they were headed. He was hired specifically for this job to be the muscle, irony had it the muscle they hired was solely his brain for telekinesis, but regardless of that, he wasn't asked for his thoughts, to be any kind of brain in this operation and everything surrounding this.

He smirked as he heard Drake mentioning his reputation, he leaned over the bench slightly, his back  probably breaking off vision between the pilot and Rara. "Thanks," he answered as his eyes met Drake's, before he sat up again.

He couldn't give a damn about the conversation. "I'm the one doing the wrangling here," Segunda answered with a soft snort, but tuning out for the rest of it.

CherryFlare:
Rara just stared at the man. If his acid was meant to disconcert her, he was wasting his time. Rara was too old to fall pray to those parlor tricks. Instead she just taped something on her little gadget and handed it over to Drake. "For now, I'd like you to secure your ship at these coordinates. The game plan will be for myself and Segunda to incapacitate one and if that proves to be unrealistic for the given circumstance, you will be waiting with an open cage. The rest, I think you can figure out for yourself. We'll be needing those suits I had you pick up from the client. Human lungs can't survive in that foul place." Then turning to the mercenary. "If you have any questions, now is the time."

GIR:
Drake didn't so much as blink at the staredown. It wasn't the first time someone had tried him in a contest of wills, and Drake had never been the sort of man to bow to anyone. "Anything else I should know about these things? Pain tolerance, poison resistance, natural weapons that aren't so obvious?", he responded as he listened to the plan, using his datapad to send a message to the Warmonger to bring the suits to his location and to send a cargo shuttle with the containers and a fighter escort to the coordinates Rara had shown him, "I have a cargo shuttle with the containers on its way to those coordinates, but that's as far as they go until I know where you're wanting them hauled.", he said as one of his crew, clad in a black, hermetically-sealed Aresian assault suit, brought in the crate with the suits through the same access point Drake had used, the other end of which Drake had ordered the Warmonger to maintain within the bridge in its geosynchronous orbit.

ARAD V1.0:
Segunda shrugged. "No questions. If I do my job proper, these creatures are contained in a keletinetic stasis field," he answered easily.

There wasn't much else he could offer or add. To him, it was all clear and simple.

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