Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: Facemask, light body armor
Weapon: combat knife, combat rifle
Location: Charon (at Lalestra's ship)
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril; possibly Danika
Time: October 1 3075; Early Evening
Trystan chuckled lightly, shrugging, waving at his tracker. She'd called his bluff it seemed. A small smile played across his lips. "I've heard of amplified humans. We'd met a couple before. Telepathic properties, fast, strong, and rather good at fights." He smiled again, looking at the girl who had started whining. "You can leave with something. I don't have any men to spare, so I can't exactly fight you, but I also need whatever is salvageable from that ship." The pirate crossed his arms, taking a step toward Laela. Well, these newcomers had quite literally blown his idea out of the water. The tracker kept his eyes on the heat signatures, tapping Trystan on the shoulder. "The male has a second weapon out." He nodded, patting his man on the shoulder before looking at the merc.
"Now, the problem with what you think is that I don't exactly need to pay you to stay alive. I don't really need the girl to come with me to stay alive either. It's just a matter of sending a message to whoever she belongs to in the Inner Sanctum, get the ransom, and then we'll be off to buy new parts, while you're stuck here with a dead body. Not much of a trade hm?" A bulky man with somewhat heavy armor stepped next to his leader, arms crossed over his chest. His rifle was also strapped to his back. It was not a sign of attempted intimidation, these people seemed too far out of it to be intimidated easily. "Now, there is a way we can walk away from this in relatively good moods.
Trystan took a small step forwards, stopping when he saw another pirate. His brow furrowed again in thought. What to do, what to do? He sighed shaking his head. "We can pay you for the girl with the jewelry... and maybe we can allow you on our ship as well. That would take about four rooms, and leave the last room for storage...." He tilted his head, thinking hard, motioning for a few of his men to head for the wreckage. They were looking for things to salvage, Jump Drive parts, weapons of any kind, valuables, etc. Meanwhile, Trystan kept his eyes locked on the mercenary's eyes, glancing from the pirate, to the male holding a gun to her head, to the lady who had seemed incredibly confident in her skills. Was it really wise allowing them on his Kodiak? No, no it wasn't. He just needed long enough to secure the girl and the supplies from the crash site, and then they could leave. Good thing he planned ahead. He reached behind him, clicking the rifle onto a fully automatic fire-mode. Hopefully he wouldn't need to use it.