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Trixie.Sanders: Afternoon Carrie. How's the rogue fighter? On a more serious note, I need to talk to you. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* about what? Trixie.Sanders: Jacob. Primarially, the fact that running away from him has bad results. Carrie.Dababi: heh... what do you mean? Trixie.Sanders: I'm to assume you hold no fear for your own safety? Carrie.Dababi: get to the point? Trixie.Sanders: The point is, Carrie, I've been in this business for a long time. And frankly, Jacob's a scary person Trixie.Sanders: Not the most complex, but brutal. I know of his type. Either way, he knows about the Devil's Unicorn arriving. Trixie.Sanders: We all know Concordia dosn't keep the lowest profile. You keep screwing with him? He goes after your freinds Carrie.Dababi: I'm not screwing with him... Carrie.Dababi: he got my dad~ and... I never intented to get arrested in the first place. Trixie.Sanders: Got your dad? Er, no? Carrie.Dababi: what no? Trixie.Sanders: Plus, arrested or not, do you think Jacob would care? Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* no. Trixie.Sanders: Well Carrie. You might hate me, for whaever reason, but really, from what I gather, Andrew's your dad? Carrie.Dababi: hrm.. have a moment? Trixie.Sanders: I have time. Trixie.Sanders: I don't know why I'm helping you. Probably guilt from my past actions. I've done some terribly bad things, I admit. Trixie.Sanders: So, yeah, I have a moment. What do you need? Carrie.Dababi: erm.. got someone shooting me Trixie.Sanders: Have fun. Your a big girl. Fight or flee. Both are equally effective overall Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* Carrie.Dababi: Right he took off Trixie.Sanders: Okay, sure. Questions so far? Carrie.Dababi: what do you about my dad? Trixie.Sanders: Little. My organisation and his organisation, if it is his, arn't sharing massive amounts of details Trixie.Sanders: From Jacob, I know he's Jacob's boss, Jacob dosn't want Andrew to know people are after you, and Jacob also wants to kill Trixie.Sanders: Andrew. Standard for his type. Carrie.Dababi: heh? my dad being Jacob's boss? Trixie.Sanders: Indeed. Carrie.Dababi: what joke are you trying to pull off?! Trixie.Sanders: Carrie, if I wanted to screw you around, I'd use something more sinister. Carrie.Dababi: Right, still. I don't believe you. Trixie.Sanders: I know you won't listen to me, since people choose the information they accept. But it was worth a try. Trixie.Sanders: Either way, Carrie, I have to take you to Jacob. It's my last job, I'd rather not screw it up more than I have Carrie.Dababi: so? what do you want from me? Carrie.Dababi: take me to jacob?! Trixie.Sanders: Carrie, I know this sounds odd, ok, but Jacob can get far worse than you've seen of him Trixie.Sanders: He needs you for whatever reason, and his type don't give in so easy. Trixie.Sanders: Oh, and an apology for burning my arm. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* Trixie.Sanders: Take it from me Carrie. The underworld is a dark, dangerous place. Trixie.Sanders: You don't want to get on the wrong side of it Trixie.Sanders: Look, you want logic? Carrie.Dababi: I've already seen more then enough of it. Trixie.Sanders: The only reason your still out of Jacobs grasp, is because Jacob needs to keep his operation quiet Trixie.Sanders: If he didn't. Andrew his boss would catch on Carrie.Dababi: I have erm... people who can protect me. Trixie.Sanders: There is no such thing as perfect protection Trixie.Sanders: Concordia would need to be under 24 7 protection too, minimum. Carrie.Dababi: Well she's with the Navy anyway Trixie.Sanders: And all her freinds. You got Concordia into this, and trust me, the Underworld will definatly take advantag Trixie.Sanders: For now. Carrie.Dababi: You're not touching Shiro or Concordia! Trixie.Sanders: See Carrie? Jacob has a total ace. Trixie.Sanders: He knows your weakness. He -will- take advantage Carrie.Dababi: well he'd have to try harder then. Trixie.Sanders: Carrie. You don't go daring a man like Jacob Carrie.Dababi: neither am I going to him! Trixie.Sanders: Carrie. Calm down. Your angry, I know. But the more you annoy him, the worse it gets. Carrie.Dababi: it can't get any worse anyway Trixie.Sanders: It can, Carrie Trixie.Sanders: Trust me. Do you want a story? Carrie.Dababi: Tell him that Carrie.Dababi: what story? Trixie.Sanders: One of my many, many, stories I have of my past Trixie.Sanders: This one is about a freind. I screwed up in a job, stealing from a rival. He got caught. I let him get tourtured until he was - Carrie.Dababi: I said, not really. Trixie.Sanders: dead to avoid being caught myself. Trixie.Sanders: The point is, Carrie, things always get worse. Once upon a time I was starving to death. Trixie.Sanders: Then I became an important person in a criminal underground. Trixie.Sanders: Your naive. Young, inexperianced. You don't know how these people get. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* Trixie.Sanders: And you'll break. No offence. Carrie.Dababi: and then what I'm back with Jacob, being treated as a 'slave' Trixie.Sanders: But Carrie, could you sit by while Concordia was tourtured to death, knowing you could turn yourself Trixie.Sanders: in and end her torment? Carrie.Dababi: She isn't with Jacob. Trixie.Sanders: Carrie. I can try to help. Maybe. I don't know what I can do exacaly. Trixie.Sanders: Yet. She isn't, yet. Carrie.Dababi: I'm not going back to Jacob, end of story. Trixie.Sanders: Then your going to need to disappear. Completely. Those are the only two options Trixie.Sanders: That, or he loses intrest in you. Carrie.Dababi: He won't find me here. Trixie.Sanders: He dosn't have to Trixie.Sanders: He just has to find Shiro or Concordia. Carrie.Dababi: he won't. Trixie.Sanders: Your a good person, Carrie, but naive. Trixie.Sanders: You won't let them be hurt because of something you did Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* Carrie.Dababi: how about me being tired of you? Trixie.Sanders: What will make you go back? Frankly, I'm trying to do some good here. Trixie.Sanders: And you went and burned my arm. Carrie.Dababi: don't blame me for getting you 'hurt' Carrie.Dababi: it was your own fault Trixie.Sanders: Indeed it was, because you wouldn't listen. Trixie.Sanders: I'm not here to fight, Carrie. I've trusted you with more information than I do with most. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* Carrie.Dababi: well I'll think about it Trixie.Sanders: You've got enough to have your organisation attempt to kill me. It won't suceed, but they can Trixie.Sanders: If you want. But I'm running low on time. Carrie.Dababi: I don't care about your time. Trixie.Sanders: After that, it's Jacob's men, and they arn't nearly as nice. Trixie.Sanders: You do, Carrie. Drop the tough act. It dosn't suit your true beliefs. Carrie.Dababi: we're done talking now... I'll think about, that's what you got. Trixie.Sanders: Think about it. Either you accept it, or people start getting hurt all around you. Trixie.Sanders: And when you do turn yourself in? I can't help you. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* yes yes~ Carrie.Dababi: I'll think about okay. Bye Trix. Trixie.Sanders: Do you need anything? I'm sure that's a rhetorical by the way you hate me. Trixie.Sanders: *She sighs* Call me Penelope. Trixie.Sanders: I prefer that name, even though it's not my real one Carrie.Dababi: I don't need anything. Carrie.Dababi: bye... uh... Penelope
[font=Agency FB]Communique
# ID: =LSF=Iota-1, =LSF=Beta-1, Qoppa-1
# Location: Alaska, Liberty
# Type: Local
# Duration: 14m - 56s
[color=#000000]=LSF=Iota-1: Well, hello there. Carrie.Dababi: er... hi =LSF=Iota-1: May I know your intentions in this area? Carrie.Dababi: erm... heading back to New York actually. =LSF=Iota-1: And you came from...? Carrie.Dababi: New York? =LSF=Iota-1: And what was the reason why you have entered this area? Carrie.Dababi: to erm... visit someone. =LSF=Iota-1: Visit someone... here? =LSF=Iota-1: That's hard to believe.... =LSF=Iota-1: Who would want to meet someone in a restricted space? Carrie.Dababi: is it odd to go and see someone on Mitchell? =LSF=Iota-1: Yes, it is a restricted space after all... =LSF=Iota-1: Hold on... =LSF=Iota-1: Not so fast. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* Carrie.Dababi: great. =LSF=Iota-1: Tell me the person you were meeting. =LSF=Iota-1: The name. Carrie.Dababi: erm.. a little occupied right now Carrie.Dababi: eh... =LSF=Iota-1: I am listening... Carrie.Dababi: Felicia Drum? =LSF=Iota-1: You gotta be kidding me. =LSF=Beta-1: A bad answer =LSF=Beta-1: Very bad answer =LSF=Iota-1: Are you looking for trouble maybe? Carrie.Dababi: not really, =LSF=Beta-1: Not really? =LSF=Beta-1: You have violated a restricted area Carrie.Dababi: eh... =LSF=Beta-1: EH?! =LSF=Beta-1: Is that all? =LSF=Iota-1: Fine... then tell me... what was the meeting about? Carrie.Dababi: it uh... was about a Navy officer, Ralusch? =LSF=Iota-1: And...? Carrie.Dababi: and? erm... well Felicia wasn't there so I'm not heading back? =LSF=Iota-1: So you admit you are working together with Felicia Drum. Carrie.Dababi: eh... no I don't =LSF=Iota-1: Then why did you wanted to meet her? Carrie.Dababi: I wanted to ask her some questions about him =LSF=Iota-1: Because...? Carrie.Dababi: because erm... officer Ralusch is missing? well erm.. not around? =LSF=Beta-1: Makes no sense Carrie.Dababi: wh.. =LSF=Beta-1: If it is missing why you would go to meet Drum? =LSF=Iota-1: And you think Felicia Drum knows where this person is? Carrie.Dababi: erm... I thought she might know. =LSF=Iota-1: So you meet her here at this place? =LSF=Beta-1: *laughs hard* =LSF=Iota-1: That makes no sense... Carrie.Dababi: well I thought she might be here... =LSF=Beta-1: You think this is highway 99 from Manhattan? Carrie.Dababi: well... erm last time I saw the LSF being after her, so I figured she could be here by now =LSF=Beta-1: Aha riight =LSF=Qoppa-1: Maybe in prison? What you thing Beta? =LSF=Beta-1: Why would it be here? Carrie.Dababi: It was just a guess. =LSF=Beta-1: No I don't think so we lost her track in Rheinland Carrie.Dababi: she's in Rheinland now? =LSF=Beta-1: I have no idea I hope is dead by now Carrie.Dababi: right. =LSF=Iota-1: Carrie Dababi... I have reports that you have attacked a LSF vessel, what do you say about this? Carrie.Dababi: erm... is there proof that supports your claim? =LSF=Iota-1: Yes... Carrie.Dababi: can~ I see it? =LSF=Qoppa-1: No, judge will see it first =LSF=Beta-1: I wouldn't care about proof after you already broke into this of limits area Carrie.Dababi: erm... Carrie.Dababi: I didn't -break- in. =LSF=Iota-1: Well? =LSF=Iota-1: What do you say to this incident Carrie.Dababi: eh... I can't remember =LSF=Iota-1: Aha... =LSF=Iota-1: What are you doing now? =LSF=Iota-1: Running? Carrie.Dababi: erm.... no? =LSF=Iota-1: What are you doing then?
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# ID: Trixie Saunders
# Location: Alaska > New York > California > Cortez
# Type: Private
# Duration: 143m - 22s
[color=#000000]Carrie.Dababi: Well I managed to cruise away Trixie.Sanders: Good. Carrie.Dababi: they erm... are in pursuit. Trixie.Sanders: Good. Fly into Kusari, Bretonnia, or something. Trixie.Sanders: Or Minor or wherever Carrie.Dababi: First have to get out of here. Carrie.Dababi: I just came from there. Trixie.Sanders: Point taken Carrie.Dababi: erm.. I'm not going back to Alexis either... Carrie.Dababi: Buffalo... Carrie.Dababi: Buffalo should do. but just to meet up Trixie.Sanders: Indeed. What about the Guardian? Carrie.Dababi: erm... it's fine, I hope. They might still think it's in Alexis's possesion. Carrie.Dababi: I mean... they know Alexis took it from Aleesha. Trixie.Sanders: Then we'll have to be quick Carrie.Dababi: I'll do my best Trixie.Sanders: I only want you on that station for 90 seconds. Preferiably 30. Trixie.Sanders: So, what do we do with the ship, leave it there? Carrie.Dababi: erm... I think it can be useful Trixie.Sanders: Okay. Two minutes after landing, set it's course for deeper space, off the normal patrol paths. Trixie.Sanders: If you know how Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* I'll just follow you. Trixie.Sanders: Aight. Sure. Trixie.Sanders: So...who's Alexis? Carrie.Dababi: Doesn't matter Trixie.Sanders: It does if she could possibly be a problem Carrie.Dababi: She's won't Trixie.Sanders: Don't inform Jacob about the Guardian either Trixie.Sanders: You left it in the Detroit Debris Field, essentially. Trixie.Sanders: Unless you have a better idea? Carrie.Dababi: why should he care about a Guardian? Trixie.Sanders: Patrols, radio, jump codes, locations, everything Trixie.Sanders: The ship could be a datamine for all I know Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* if I take this to Jacob them erm.. he might be a little less hard on me?h Trixie.Sanders: Maybe. Do it then. Trixie.Sanders: Let the thug Jacob get what he wants. I assure you, it'll be easier on you Trixie.Sanders: Afternoon Carrie.Dababi: hrm...hey. Trixie.Sanders: You ready? Trixie.Sanders: Well. Let's go. Trixie.Sanders: Sure you don't need anything? Carrie.Dababi: *sighs* I'm fine Trixie.Sanders: Alright. We'll be using open space. Since the LSF want you, lanes could be bad. Carrie.Dababi: no problem with m Carrie.Dababi: me. Trixie.Sanders: Frankly, the amount of people that want you is staggering. Trixie.Sanders: So. Tell me. Who's Alexis? How are you in a Guardian VHF? Carrie.Dababi: Alexis is none of your business really. Trixie.Sanders: No, it's not, most things arn't. Trixie.Sanders: Care to tell me anyway? Carrie.Dababi: I won't tell you. Trixie.Sanders: Also, from the people that want you, and your freinds, care to avoid telling people I "kidnapped" you? Trixie.Sanders: I'm trying to retire, not become a wanted woman Carrie.Dababi: I won't tell anyone~ *sighs* Trixie.Sanders: What? Trixie.Sanders: Why the sigh? Carrie.Dababi: because everybody always tells me the same. Carrie.Dababi: "don't tell anyone, or else..." Trixie.Sanders: I'm not going to do anything if you do Trixie.Sanders: Just saying, don't tell anyone Carrie.Dababi: sure. Trixie.Sanders: I don't expect you to understand me, nor will I try to make you. Carrie.Dababi: well that's a relief. Trixie.Sanders: *She shrugs* If that's sarcasm, I can try to explain things. But I don't expect you to relate, not in this situation Trixie.Sanders: So...no Carrie.Dababi: right. Trixie.Sanders: At this point you'd rather see me die than explain anything. Trixie.Sanders: Yeah. I tend to go on and on a lot. Trixie.Sanders: I'm just...happy I get to retire. At least somewhat. Carrie.Dababi: well I'm really happy for you. Trixie.Sanders: I'm happy your going to Jacob too. Do you want me to put a word in for you? Tell him to go extra harsh? Trixie.Sanders: Your sarcasm isn't needed Carrie.Dababi: do what ever you like~ Trixie.Sanders: I'm trying to help you, not kill you, god. Trixie.Sanders: Can't I do one good thing for -once-? Carrie.Dababi: *rolls her eyes* Trixie.Sanders: It's a yes-no Trixie.Sanders: I'll try and talk him out of disfiguring your face anyway. Unless you want him to. Carrie.Dababi: *sighs quietly not really giving a response* Trixie.Sanders: It's a yes-no. Trixie.Sanders: We're almost there. We'll take the lanes Carrie.Dababi: just do what you think it's best. Trixie.Sanders: I have no idea. It depends on Jacob Trixie.Sanders: *She injects a syringe into her arm* Showtime. [font=Agency FB]Traffic control alert: Trixie.Sanders has requested to dock
Traffic control alert: Carrie.Dababi has requested to dock
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