Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1536954-20180414204120/@comment-1536954-20180717005412

Por’Taal’ret and Por’Ya’yoi’s extended gestures sharply withdrew the moment Mal’caor leapt before them. Ya’yoi seethed with disgust, unable to tear his gaze aware from the meat-eater’s grin. His teeth in particular horrified him, featuring two frontal incisor plates that angled off to give way to four rigidly defined fangs. Ya’yoi’s thought up several wild conjectures of the Shas’ui being feral Tau or of feral descent, entirely oblivious to the fact that this was a widely known Fire Caste evolutionary adaptation.

Por’Taal’ret shook his head, unsatisfied with the fact that his previous rundown was clearly not enough for his clients.

“I assumed that it was clear as to why we are hiring Monat’nan for a matter pertaining to Sept security, but no matter. You may kill the targets however you please, so long as - I advise - the job is done quickly and efficiently. If you tear the entire city down in the process, so be it. Tonight’s discussion never existed, for all we care, it was terrorist in-fighting. Do you understand the angle from which we’re approaching this? Any calamity that ensures will be your problem, but if you act with tact and grace, all of us will prosper.”

“Kroot,” said Ya’yoi, “as to your question, there has been unconfirmed reports of some kroot gangs involving themselves in negotiations with the inhabitants, likely criminal in nature…”

“According to my contacts in the area it’s a simple matter of providing them food and necessities to deter raids. It’s common for most frontier settlements.” Taal’ret jutted in.

“Very well. In that case it’s likely you, kroot, will be in a well-placed position to enter the settlement on cordial terms. You just have to accept whatever they offer you to cool their nerves.”

“Well, Tau’fann,” announced A’nu “I feel you’ve played your part. The situation is clear, I’ve experienced years of proxy death squadding from both the in and outside, more than enough to answer any further questions from my comrades. If you’ll be so kind as to provide us with our down payment and be on your way, we’ll be Tree-district bound by sunrise.”

Taal’ret turned to Ya’yoi, and after some muttering, pulled out a drone controller. Within moments, a small Sept-coloured drone hovered over from its nesting pod, a large metal box slung beneath it. It swooped down, released its package, and scurried away.

“Five thousand Por’hesa,” Came Taal’ret, “and for now, I bid you good hunting, and farewell. Use our intel well, it will be invaluable.”

The Por’tol then turned and made their way, signalling their Breacher Team to tail behind. One section in particular moved close to the fire on their way out, their policing gaze fixed firmly on the team. A’nu gave them a single, knowing nod, smirk slapped across his face, before turning to face his team.

“They war buddies of yours?” Kai’kaara jabbed after some distance was made between the two parties.

“No loyal fire warrior ever forgets a traitor’s face.” A’nu laughed.