Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201318/@comment-1734134-20170513234715

Mord bursts into laughter, quickly sheathing the pistol before drawing a large, boxy vox-caster which he nestles against his neck, turning away from you as he gestures for guards to drag Varen away. The vox-caster begins to ring, Mord continuing to chuckle, trying to calm himself as he half whispers,

"Bagge, Bagge it's me - guess who owes me 20,000 thrones? That's right - way too much of a yellow bellied smart ass - no chance of him doing it. Yeah, yeah, I'll dump the mutie in the interrogation room, get what we can from him. Cool, cool, I'll talk to you later."

He shuts off the vox, putting in back into his coat before walking off, exiting the hanger with a selection of troops following. More remain to keep watch over you, while Varen is knocked out with a rifle butt to the face and quickly shackled, his unconscious body dragged out of the room. Then, from the shuttle emerges a flight suit clad pilot, "It's time to go. The ships ready for launch."