"Well, we were stopping here to get me registered as a bounty hunter anyways. May as well put your feet up and stay a while. Stop being belligerent."
Scias glared back at Zethrin briefly before turning a chair upright and taking a seat in it.

"Well, Basil, I know you're not the only ape out there, just one of the few left in these parts. The army had some experiments going with your kind, so you're not anywhere near in danger of being extinct, at least as a species. If that helps you any. We'll just have to keep an eye on the woods when we head out of here, doubt they'd leave the area so soon."

Saras
"How about this. We start over. I was rude, and I apologize."

*Basil*

"I understand. On another note could you please not call me ape? If you wont call me by my given name, the least you can do is call me human." It took a moment for it to register in her head that he said he would be an exterminator. "Wait what?!? Why!?" she asked Scias in complete shock.


*Zethrin*

"Don't do that" she bluntly stated. Zethrin turned her back to him and walked away. She pick a spot and leaned against a wall. "So what now. We have a human ^{...who we could we could always just kill...} That will make it hard to get to any station where registry is available. What's the plan tough guy?" She asked Saras.

Saras
"Simple."
Saras placed his left palm into a handprint, and began working through the system. Soon, he finished, and a card was printed.
"Scias, you now have a license to kill," Saras said, extending the card to Scias.

"Not that I needed it."
He chuckled, taking the card from him and pocketing it.

"Alright, human. I'll lighten up on you because you're not nearly half as annoying as the other half-breed Protector I spent the last few months stuck with. Got sick of working with two-bits that were becoming way more trouble than they were worth. Don't worry, I don't plan on taking any jobs involving you, just keep your head down and try not to stick your neck out too far again, alright?"

*Basil*

She nodded in agreement. "Do you all have any Idea what happened to Corasi, Hexic and X?" she asked as she fiddled with the collar of her shirt, a bit nervous for the safety of her friends.



*Zethrin*

she gave an unamused grunt before pulling out her knife before tossing and catching it several times over. "So are we gonna sit here and wait out the exterminators that may or may not be outside in the woods, or is there an alternative?" She asked Saras. She was stating to get under the impression that he was the leader of the 'Double S duo'. She had silently decided that that would be the pair's nickname from her.

Saras
"I've got another bit of tech here."
There was a teleportation chamber.

"X is a hard guy to keep track of. I could reach him mentally, but no promises he'd pick up either. No idea on Corasi or Hexic though. Broke off from them in Vinrova and looked like they were going to complete opposite direction."

Scias shrugged, looking over the teleportation chamber.
"Holding out on us, huh? Too bad it's only way way, kinda makes me wish I would have brought my own warp tech along when I landed here. Got somewhere in mind, Saras?"

*Zeth*

She was rather impressed with the teleportation device. For her first hand experience, she had found that they were a bit hard to find. She cleared her throat, continuing to act unimpressed. "Ya. What Scias said. Where do you intend to go with that? As of now, you still haven't laid out a solid plan on what to do now. Your buddy here has a licensee, you have a useless tag along, and a killer held hostage. What to you intend to do with that oh great leader? She asked mockingly.

*Basil*

She felt a little out of place in a room full of licensed killers. She was just glad she wasn't dead yet. She felt as though this was going to make for an interesting trip. As much as she hated to admit it, Zethrin was right. Basil was a bit of a drag.

Saras
"Nowhere, at the moment. We're staying here for now. And don't get ant ideas of using the teleporter to get out of here. It only works if I activate it. As for Basil, perhaps what we need is a medic, someone to patch us up."
(Besides, she would feel less useless.)