Gannayev wanders into Nar Shaddaa and meets Occlus
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"'For once,' she asks, as if I always ruin her fun," says Gannayev, to the biggest one. "Yes, of course we're killing them. I'm merely curious of the depths of their idiocy. Tell me, are you going to die because you thought we'd have money, or is there some other reason?"

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Occlus sighs heavily.

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"Fine. Hard way it is." He whistles, and one of the thugs behind them throws a net that expands and crackles.

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She throws up a hand and halts it mid-air.

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"Tooantuh," he says cheerfully, calling on the frog spirit for the first time.

The four thugs in front of him start feeling rather unhealthy. One's skin turns red and bloated and itchy, one starts twitching madly, one's brain feels like it's been transmuted to magma, and the last gains a fever, disorientation, and the urge to laugh uncontrollably.

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"Oh, very nice."

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The big guy has collapsed to the ground, clutching his head.

"They got Moxler! Kill 'em!" shouts one of the thugs in the back.

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Occlus launches the net back at the speaker.

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The others in back manage to get their blasters out while the ones in front mostly just fumble ineffectually.

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"Thank you. Yona, if you would." This will be the last the bear spirit can provide, which is just as well; she's more for strength than finesse, and weakened as she is, she's not much good for that anymore. Best to just complete their deal and send her on her way.

Several swarms of biting insects manifest from nowhere, and the thugs with blasters are engulfed in a seething black cloud.

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The thugs manage to get a few panicked shots off before collapsing. Occlus blocks those that happen to be aimed towards them.

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The swarm moves on to finishing off the diseased thugs once the ones in the back have expired.

"Do we want to keep one alive for questioning?" wonders Gann.

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"I don't see any reason to care about their motivations."

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"Maybe mugging is different here than in my home, but ordinary muggers don't carry nets, nor do they ask for their victims to come with them. Perhaps they merely wanted to sell us into slavery, but if not - this seems remarkable well coordinated. Well, apart from the obvious. I'm curious."

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"Slavers are common enough. It's likely this band works for some criminal gang or other."

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He does not actually care enough to push any more; he shrugs, and the swarm devours the remaining thugs before dissipating into nothing.

(That was really mean, protests the sparrow.

They likely wanted to sell us into slavery, and have just as likely successfully enacted this against many victims.

But -

He sends the concept of slavery to the sparrow, which promptly shuts her up. ... That was maybe a bit harsh, but he doesn't find having his every action nitpicked particularly pleasant.)

"Do we care about the bodies, then?"

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"Hardly."

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He nods, agreeably. If they were likely to leave any part of themselves behind, he'd care about that. But as far as he can tell - and he can tell these sorts of things very well - they do not need any kind of assistance, and there will be no unsavory residue remaining.

"Shall we?" he says, offering her his arm and smiling prettily.

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She takes it.

"Of course."

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And off they go, blithely stepping over the horribly disfigured corpses of those that dared to oppose them.

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So blithely!

They're not far from the spaceport. No one else accosts them, but they can't avoid the crowd any longer.

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Gann can tolerate the spaceport for a little while. He doesn't like it, but he can tolerate it. With an understated expression of distaste, but it still counts.

To Occlus's ship! Wherever that is, Occlus will have to lead him.

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It's in a bay all by itself. Sleek and black, with two wings coming forward in a menacing pincer in front of the cockpit.

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It's like nothing Gannayev has ever seen before, strange and alien and beautiful.

"Your ship is lovely," he says, smiling at it. "Fitting that it should carry you."

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"It was a gift."

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