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[nostalgiabomb]

Could always try puttin' your talents to other uses. Bounty hunting might suit you just fine.

[saxual]

I appreciate the sentiment, but I doubt it.

[nostalgiabomb]

Why the doubt?

I could have sworn I commented to this before I went to bed wtf

[saxual]

I don't think making peoples' brains leak out their ears and bounty hunting exactly mesh.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He purses his lips. ]

Right. Still, you could go for the ones that say "Dead or Alive."

[saxual]

[ He gives an amused snort ] Yeah, well. I suppose I'll just see what happens.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pauses, chewing on the inside of his cheek -- he's made it a habit a long time ago not to delve into people's histories. He doesn't like prying, especially when it's pretty clear there's some really dark shit there. Getting a code name and getting shot at by sheriffs and melting people's brains with a saxophone -- that all kind of points to something pretty bad. ]

Well, let me know. Everyone on this ship is pretty qualified in putting dishonest skills to kinda-sorta, maybe-if-you-squint-and-tilt-your-head, honest work.

[saxual]

What is it that you guys even do?

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[nostalgiabomb]

Oh, you know, bit of everything. Lots of merc work. Bounty hunting, acquiring or unloading supplies, transporting goods. Sometimes we steal stuff, sometimes we break up slaver rings. Hard to tell what we'll do from one day to the next.

do you want middie to throw you around the room? it can happen

[saxual]

You're a versatile bunch. Nice to know I'm at least keeping company with people who won't balk at my having a body count.

Sorry about the whole thing with the sheriff, by the way.

drinks and dancing and safewords first. then we'll discuss it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter shrugs. ]

Not the first time we've dealt with that kinda crap. You're lucky you got yourself on a ship with a crew that's got a contingency plans for when the authorities show up.

[ A beat. ]

Well, I say plan. Mostly I mean someone starts yelling, and as long as they don't sound like they're just bein' a prick, everyone else does as they're told and asks questions later.

[saxual]

It's better than nothing, right?

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, and it worked out for you, right? Considerin' you're not riddled with bullet holes.

[saxual]

I really do appreciate it.

[ he's only partially joking. Getting shot is at the top of his list of things he never wants to do again. ]

Can I ask where we're headed? Not that I have a frame of reference, but I'm curious.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter sighs. ]

Shitty station called Greywater, first, for a fuel stop, then after that, we're supposed to head back to Xandar.

You'll probably like Xandar, actually. Nice planet. Decent people. The cops kinda have shitty attitudes, but they're gettin' better.

[saxual]

I thought you were only keeping me around until your next fuel stop.

[ Midvalley you were not privy to that conversation ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Shit, you caught him out, and he rubs the back of his neck. ]

Yeah, I know, but Greywater--

[ ... Wait. ]

--you heard that?

[saxual]

I've got good ears. Have to, since I use sound as a weapon.

[nostalgiabomb]

-- Right. Guess I should've figured.

... Okay, I know I said until the next fuel stop, but Greywater is a shithole.

The station's official name is Chandra-3, but it's a really gross place. Three guesses for what color their water is.

[saxual]

I'm gonna say... grey?

[nostalgiabomb]

Damn. And he's clairvoyant.

It's not the greatest place, is all I'm sayin'. So I figure, you seem a decent enough guy when you're not liquefying people's brains -- at least until you show your true colors and turn on us in a moment of need or something.

But barrin' that, Greywater is a shitty place to try to get on with your life. It's kinda where you end up goin' when you're at the end of your rope, y'know?

[saxual]

[ He falls quiet a moment, looking Peter over. A smirk tugs at his lips ]

Never thought I'd end up hitching a ride with a halfway decent person.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter's hands go up immediately, expression pinching with distaste. ]

Whoa, wow, okay dude -- no need to get all mushy, here. Why don't we just, like, punch each other on the arm like guys do and avoid using words.

[saxual]

[ Oh look, Peter, you got another laugh out of him ]

Calm down. You're only halfway decent.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ victoryyyy. Peter still sort of sneers. ]

Which you're totally wrong about, by the way. I'm a goddamn hardass. Meanest asshole in the galaxy.