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Buy a Little Mercy [Open; Potentially Graphic Material]
Less than an hour after the ship leaves Agrestic's orbit, an announcement is broadcast throughout Stacy.
|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||
On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||
On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
/the latest orz
Ranulf wove his way towards the front of the crowd. Others were trying to reason with the Daligig without any success, but that wouldn't dissuade him. He needed to try, too.
"You don't have to do this!" He had to raise his voice somewhat to be heard over the din, but tried to keep his tone calm and reasonable. "Even if they tried to desert, you've made your point. Very clearly. Taking this any further is only going to win you a lot of enemies, can't you see that?" ...Never mind that it was probably far too late for that.
no worries!
One of the Kessek walks over to Ranulf and looks him over, assessing if he is a threat.
<3
Taking a slow, calming breath, he then motioned to Howard and Orc. "Take a good look at them. Do they look like they're going to run off and try something like that again? You've scared them out of their wits... isn't that enough?"
Ranulf looked the Kessek over in return, likewise assessing the potential threat. He didn't want a fight on his hands, he truly didn't... but if they wouldn't listen to reason, he was willing to resort to other methods. He simply couldn't do nothing.
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Yavek looks towards his captives. He sees the fear, certainly, but it invigorates him. He wants to see them scream in pain.
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"Hasn't anyone ever taught you that respect goes both ways? You have to give it to get it. But if this is how you treat the people you have power over, then don't hold your breath waiting for us to show our gratitude. You want respect?" He nodded sharply in the direction of the forcefield once again. "Then let them go, suck it up and admit that it was a mistake to treat them like this."
He exhaled. "That's the last time I'll say it."
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"You can try to ignore me all you want," he said to Yavek, his body emanating a blue glow as it took on the form of a large, lithe cat. "But don't expect me to make it easy for you."
With that, he growled and launched himself in a powerful leap at the pushy Kessek, claws bared. He needed to get this one out of the way first, then he could focus on Yavek.
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Now then, let's try that again.
Getting to his feet, he gave his head a quick shake, then with another growl he darted swiftly through the crowd back toward the Kessek. He didn't slow as he reached his target, tensing as if to pounce again... but rather than attacking straight on, he leapt to the side and kept going, intent on getting behind his opponent. It was a tactic he'd seen the wolves use frequently, and Ranulf's best assets in battle had always been his tremendous speed and agility; if a wolf could do it, surely he could too.
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Ranulf dodged a powerful swipe, leapt out of the way of another, and retaliated with a lightning-quick swipe of his own, claws bared, before dashing around the nearest group of Kessek in an effort to reach and pounce upon the one Yavek was currently cowering behind.
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Ah... I tried... He turned his cloudy gaze to the two youths trapped within the forcefield before his eyelids became too heavy for him to keep open. ...Sorry. And he went limp, reverting to his usual form moments later as he lost any last hold on consciousness.