Pick up call
Just a little writing I did of my Monkey wrench oc kelex and @houseofscribbles oc Clawjaw! I had a lot of fun with this and I'm thinking I'm likely gonna end up doing more once I got the time!
Mitoka estate, a personal space station designed by Mitoka, a Weevilan of high social standing due to his gambling halls and movie productions; a playground for the wealthy and privileged and spoiled. Gala halls and Bars at every corner, rooms that surely cost hundreds of pixels to upkeep alone, forsake if ever needing to replace anything in them…
And, currently playing host to the worst party Kelex thinks she has ever been too.
She sat at the bar stool closest to the stage, watching the babbling drunk singing on stage that had started about 30 minutes ago. The Current man of the house was up there with a Grayman, both pink faced and smelling more like the bar than the bar itself, which she had to admit was impressive in its own right.
She had been invited to perform for this gala, a celebration of some kind that she didn’t feel the need to know, and had against her better judgement to attend and to perform under the thought that perhaps this could have given her solid leads and gossip. And she had gotten some, but that had been over an hour ago and truthfully at this point she could no longer claim that it was at all useful.
Her performance had gone well, a slower song compared to her normal popping hopping songs because that’s what had been requested, what would have been determined as “proper” for such a rigorous establishment.
She scoffed, listening to them babble out “Star pop rock” at drunken volumes.
Hypocrites, the lot of em.
A mindless swirl of her drink, some vaguely berry tasting liquor that had been thrusted onto her by an “adoring fan”, and returning her gaze to the star shaped communicator she had sat on the table top before her.
“Sorry love, busy” was the reply decorating Discohead’s contact, a small shrug emoticon attached.
Another refusal to come to her rescue.
Kelex sighed, head sinking down onto her palm as she puffed a cheek and twitched her braided tails
She had started to send out text messages for retrieval about 45 minutes ago, just as the gala was turning into a drunk college party for rich investors. First she had tried Ember and had taken the lack of reply as to mean the beloved Oeston was either on a mission of her own or currently getting squished under Mentor's claws.
She then had tried JB, he had replied quickly with a “CAN’T RUNNING FOR LIFE” so that option had been closed and a mental note added to find out what the dumbass was running from.
And now Disco and therefore, her company contacts, had also declined to come to free her from this gaudy hell.
“Should’ve taken my own ship” a small grumble under her breath as she sipped her little cocktail. Mitoka had insisted on having a proper vessel come get her when she had accepted the invite, and she had to admit the Ship he had sent was impressive; loaded with snacks of high quality and refreshments of the fancier kinds with comfortable seats…. But light, she is regretting indulging in his offer now….
She moved her tail up before the drunken fool on the floor could grab it, suppressing the glare that twitched at her eyes as he began mumbling declarations of favor and if she “wanted to go somewhere after this?”
Great, now she’s getting gawked at as well.
“No thank you, sir- I am awfully busy after this I’m afraid” she smiled, a bare twitch of her mouth upwards. Show no teeth, squint your eyes, tilt your head and raise a hand to your cheek.
Mumbled grumbled that turned into slurred sounds as he just crawled along… and she sighed, head shaking and eyes rolled….
She scrolled her contacts of her personal communicator- not the idol contacts and not the intel gathering ones- and ended on the newest one on the list.
Clawjaw.
It still surprises her just how…rapidly the two of them became proper friends and not just mutually respected allies like she had intended. How he made her properly smile and laugh and…And made her feel like she could just be Her…
…
…
Screw it, can’t hurt to try.
“Capn?” she sent over their little communication line- more like a terran Pager with greater reach and picture capabilities than a true communicator. She made sure to keep her dear ones safe and that means making sure they can’t get Tracked. “Do you have a minute?”
She leaned onto her palm once again, looking over the golden rimmed bar she had chosen as her resting spot. She had to give the Weevilan credit, he did have good taste….exesspensive taste but good enough.
Brilliant blue wallpaper lined with wooden boards to form arches, lamps that glittered with small glass crystals and access to wide selections of refreshments. Over the top for her taste, personally, but she supposed for a gambling addict who built his empire off the will of a death grandfather it could have been worst-
“Aye lass?” She blinked.
…She truthfully hadn’t expected him to reply- had thrown it out as a hail mary to the fates…
“Are you and the crew busy?” she tilted her head out of habit. “Ah, not at the moment.” … A breath- “Can you come get me? This party blows and everyone is black out.” a glance at the mass of investors and gamblers and gala goers…
This was stupid, she knows that.
He’s a wanted Pirate lord and his merry crew, he wouldn’t risk-
“Coordinates and we’ll be there in a snippy, lass” … …
He….? She laughed, low and quiet and real, shaking her head as a smirk forced itself onto her face. This Pirate she swears…
She imputed the location and snickered again at the messy attempt of a thumbs up he sent…
This party might end up being interesting afterall.
… … …
For being about halfway across the galaxy, The Seadreaded had made great time. Only 45 minutes after she had sent out her plea.
She’ll have to ask what kind of Ink drive they have later.
For now…
"THIS IS A RAID! OUTTA THE WAY!!" His voice boomed across the gala hall, the clunking tip taps of him moving across the hardened marble surface and the sounds of gasps and yelps and frantic movement-
And a purple claw snapped around her form, lifting her up like a beloved ferret, a booming laugh as she is tucked against his chest.
“NOW ALL OF YE LUBERS LISTEN UP- ONE WRONG MOVE AND I’LL SNAP THIS PRETTY ONE IN HALF” She smirked, looking up as he did as he clearly loved to do- be an Absolute character…. And couldn’t help the snickering at how almost offended he looked at the lack of any real responses from the melding crowd around them. “Thank you for coming, Cap'n" she sighed, leaning into the hinge of his claw and looking down at the babbling and frankly, insulting levels of blackout drunkenness below her. She’s getting “kidnapped” here and everyone is practically still on the ground or slumped on their seats like it’s nothing! And here she thought she was a guest of honor…
…
"How many pixels you wanna bet they ain't even going to recall this, Cap'n?" She finally asked, relaxing fully at the complete lack of responses from the gala goers, glancing up at one of his yellow eyes with an eye roll.
"Bet? Oooooh their SLOSHED! Ain't gonna remember a thing!" He snickered, even kicking the one on the ground next to the bar, to the pitiful gasps of the drunken fool. A small nod, her amp finding rest around the curve of his claw as she looked around once more…Not even sirens or security cameras to be seen, no guards rushing in to play hero or lights to show anything was off at all…
How egotistical.
How predictable for someone like Mitoka; to see himself so high above he doesn’t even need security or documented proof of what happens in his own estate. No soul here would remember this little raid and no systems to track her back to her beloved pirate band, if they leave now the fool might not ever even know his little station had ever been visited by the infamous pirate..
….a slow grin stretched across her face, mischievous and glinting and real. But where would the fun in leaving empty handed be? Why leave when a lesson is clearly in Order?
"Wanna see if I can hack the vault in the back?" a small head tilt to pass the stage.
A low chuckle and a big grin crossed her Beloved Captain’s face.
"Ooooooohohoho don't tempt me with a good time." as he was already moving toward it, A whistle to get the rest of his mates to follow.
