Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness

[ryeguy146]

As she mentioned her parents, Dervin's mind started to quickly consider new possibilities. A businessman had to at least have some money on a planet like Manhattan. He remembered reading about the expulsion of undesirables from the planet, a movement that had helped spark the formation of the Rogues. So they had some money at least, and now their little girl has run away from home; he wondered how many creds he could rack up if he ransomed her back.

But she wanted to be a Rogue, and this idea amused him to no end. This prissy little thing wanting to fly with the dredges of society. Perhaps it would be worth letting her try, he could always make inquiries to find her parents, given his history with the Hackers. If she didn't pan out, or if she was worth enough... he could always decide later.

Dervin stood and considered his options and felt the urge to indulge in his favorite vice. While watching her with his peripheral vision, he removed a bag of orange powder from his pocket and shoved a knife roughly into it. He carefully removed the cardamine covered blade and snorted it clean and pocketed the accessories. The rush of the drug heightened his senses and sharpened his mind, at least it felt that way, and he let out a sigh of contentment. Dervin was in a good mood. He blinked his eyes as a relaxed smile spread across his face. He slowly looked up at Sarah and snickered to himself.

"So you want to fly with these rats? He gestured out the bay door, still smiling, "Even after you've seen what they're about, what they're like? Honey, you haven't seen the half of it."

He stood and began pacing, emphasizing his words with overly extravagant arm motions, "We kidnap slaves and sell them to the highest bidder, we lie, we rob, we cheat, and we occasionally kill. That is, when we aren't killed ourselves. You know, most of our guys don't make it home, especially with the fat bounties that have been placed on our heads." He moved closer to her and looked her in the eyes, "And I don't think you have the balls for all of it."

Malfient laughed at his own joke and rocked back on his heels. He moved to the corner and slumped into the chair the guard had been using. "So, Sarah, why should I give you one of my fighters to smash up the way you did that CSV? How do I know you're not going to just take it and run out with the next fantasy you have, hoping for a prettier man than I to rescue you?"