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Operation Flirt!
If Vala's talents lay anywhere in particular, they lay in her seasoned ability to sniff out the seedy underbelly of a place. Before her time on Earth at the SGC medieval taverns just like this one, scattered across the galaxy, had been her life. Shady arms deals done under tables, intel exchanged at a price, secrets slipped over a tankard of ale or an inflated ego, even just plain old gossip could all be found right here, if you knew the right person to ask.
The ne'er do wells, the mercenaries, and more importantly the resistance, congregated at places like this. Stacy was so vastly populated, Vala was absolutely positive that they weren't all willing to fight someone else's war. She'd seen the recruitment drives already broadcast across the communications channel, all the new arrivals that were willing to sign up without so much as needing a shred of evidence before they were metaphorically saluting and pledging their naive and blind allegiance to the cause. If she wasn't so willing to risk her life for a war she knew very little about, then there were bound to be others.
The Drunken Dragon seemed, at first glance, the ideal place to start. Vala wanted to know how to buck the system, how to get hold of contraband, who to give a wide berth to, everything that the hierarchy didn't tell you. That was how you found out how a place really ticked. She might not have anything to barter with, but that could easily be fixed. She didn't have a reputation as one of the best thieves in the galaxy for nothing, and she always had her feminine wiles to fall back on. And even if she did say so herself, her feminine wiles were an incredibly attractive proposition.
Flagon of ale in hand Vala looked around for an empty table, surveying the faces of those already huddled tightly in conversation with a smile warm enough to appear alluring, whilst still not trying to appear overconfident. 'Time to lay on the charm, I guess,' she told herself.
The ne'er do wells, the mercenaries, and more importantly the resistance, congregated at places like this. Stacy was so vastly populated, Vala was absolutely positive that they weren't all willing to fight someone else's war. She'd seen the recruitment drives already broadcast across the communications channel, all the new arrivals that were willing to sign up without so much as needing a shred of evidence before they were metaphorically saluting and pledging their naive and blind allegiance to the cause. If she wasn't so willing to risk her life for a war she knew very little about, then there were bound to be others.
The Drunken Dragon seemed, at first glance, the ideal place to start. Vala wanted to know how to buck the system, how to get hold of contraband, who to give a wide berth to, everything that the hierarchy didn't tell you. That was how you found out how a place really ticked. She might not have anything to barter with, but that could easily be fixed. She didn't have a reputation as one of the best thieves in the galaxy for nothing, and she always had her feminine wiles to fall back on. And even if she did say so herself, her feminine wiles were an incredibly attractive proposition.
Flagon of ale in hand Vala looked around for an empty table, surveying the faces of those already huddled tightly in conversation with a smile warm enough to appear alluring, whilst still not trying to appear overconfident. 'Time to lay on the charm, I guess,' she told herself.
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Zouichi waved a hand, dismissing the offer. Or not-offer. "Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but it's hard for me to get drunk. It'd just be a waste of money."
He smiled a little. "Perhaps they're trying to stave off a mutiny."
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"Is mutiny likely?" Oh she was the picture of naivety, but asking it like that might lead to any clues about any dissenters in the ranks.
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Oh, come on, Vala. The first rule of space mutiny is that you do not talk about space mutiny. Or was that Fight Club?"I doubt it. And even if it was, I highly doubt they'd discuss it over a flagon of ale served at a tavern owned by a Council member."
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"I expect they'd discuss it somewhere far more covert." If that didn't lead to him letting anything slip, then she'd change the subject.
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She has her reasons for not believing it all, more than just general distrust, and one of them is the presence of one Dr Daniel Jackson who's from her universe but ten years previous. So she knows that his universe, as it existed when he left, isn't destroyed.
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"Well, if you're not willing to entertain the idea that we're all hooked up to a computer simulation somewhere, I can tell you that the Ohm are real. In that we have fought large, insectoid aliens of great number. As for the rest..." he shrugged.
"We're in a bit of a difficult position, since we can't really control the ship. It decides our destinations, and while it's possible to travel between universes by other means, the fact that family and friends are likely in the pods keeps most people here."
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"They may well be real, but are they guilty of anything?" He had a point though, those pods went on for miles. What if Sam or Mitchell were in there? Or worse - Adria. That thought alone was enough to make her question her vague plans for escape.
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Zouichi paused. "And in case you were thinking of asking, we know even less about our allies than we do the Ohm. I personally don't trust them, and I'm not sure anyone else does, either."
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"There was something I wanted to ask though. What's with the only certain people are armed deal? I'd have thought they'd have at least equipped me with a Zat."
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Zouichi tilted his head slightly at the unfamiliar word. "I think many of the people here simply carry around the weapons they found in their lockers when they woke up. However, you should be able to pick up something from the Armory if you like. Worried someone'll start shooting?"
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"Hang on, did you just say they threatened us?"
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Zouichi nodded. "I wasn't there personally, but apparently they were rather eager to point out that the brawn they brought in to back them up could take anyone on the ship. And that they had about a million followers from his same species ready to stomp us into the dirt if we resisted. Friendly, huh?"
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"Sorry, I don't think I caught your name?" He'd said enough for her to trust him, they were obviously reading from the same page, so he was okay in her mind. "I'm Vala," she smiled slightly.
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If Zouichi looked annoyed at the thought of the Daligig, it was only because he was. "Yes, but since we're all doing everything they want anyway, no need to tell us why we're doing it, right? Though you'd think they could take it easy on the posturing."
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"So we're damned if we do and damned if we don't, basically." Her tongue settled in her cheek defiantly.
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Zouichi gave her a little tilt of the head, as if to ask, what did you expect? "Basically. Enjoying your stay here yet?"
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"So, seeing as how you're so interested in procuring a firearm, I guess that means you've had to use them once or twice in the past?"
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"Well not really but I think I can figure out which button fires easily enough." Which was a complete lie and her use of the word 'button' very deliberate. She wondered if he'd ask the same question of a muscle-bound six foot man though.
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