Oswald.

Glad he survived. I don't like letting random chance take care of my loose ends.

Wait his clipboard's actually a laptop? Fuck.

That would've been nice to steal.

Ha ha go fuck yourself Hugh

Neither of us have a means of getting out of this universe without Danton.

He provided out-bound travel and didn't feel compelled to share any of his methods.

I've had several projects in the works to reverse engineer the rough scans I stole of one of his more mechanical means, but I haven't quite broke through yet.

I've also finally decrypted his laptop. Thousand year-old sorcerous bastard was a master magitechnician, but his personal laptop's security was more a personalized rfid case and the threat of being fucking vaporized by the guy who owned it, rather than an actual cybersecurity suite.

Unfortunately the damn thing is mostly notes. I can decrypt the lock but translating the man's shorthand has always been a sisyphean effort. No two letters ever seem to look remotely the same, even in the same sentence, in his chicken scratch.

Neither of us have a means of getting out of this universe without Danton.

He provided out-bound travel and didn't feel compelled to share any of his methods.

I've had several projects in the works to reverse engineer the rough scans I stole of one of his more mechanical means, but I haven't quite broke through yet.

I'm in trouble.

Hestus Kincaid got the jump on me as I was leaving my private port. Most of the damage was to internal systems, rather than the physical ship. He wanted to -and succeeded in- boarding the Steel Augustus.

Sneakily, too. He came alone, he came with stealth equipment, and knowledge he shouldn't have. Almost killed me.

The trouble isn't that I'm under any specific threat, now, though. The trouble is that I don't have a safe place to park when the duct tape finally peels off the pipes.

I'm only showing you the halls and the bridge. Everything else is private.

>It's a series of panning videos, cut together from various security monitors across a number of metal corridors. The hallways are busy, automated carts and humanoid robots moving this way or that, the black floors only slightly scuffed, visible only by the reflection of the stark white ceilings. It's almost hard to tell where the lights are, up there, giving the illusion of natural sunlight spilling across the yellow walls, giving them a warm golden feeling, contrasted sharply by the nonreflective purple accents. Regal, industrial, flashy, just like Oswald likes it.

>Some of the videos cut across the outside of the corridors, revealing elegant slopes and domed turrets; the outer hull of Oswald's ship was artsy, but tasteful. An extremely well armed, armored, and provisioned frigate, The Steel Augustus was a shining, hyper-reflective chrome, a silver sword tearing silently through the black fabric of space. The bridge of the ship was located just before the engine rooms, perched above the rest of the ship in a protected dome.

>The bridge interior was likewise a sight to behold, as an array of cameras and projectors make the walls and floor fall away. Oswald sits in a black, leatherbound captain's chair, alone amongst his machines, seemingly driving alone through the stars. Even the ship itself was obscured by the optical illusion, giving the tall, dour man an eagle-eyed view of the cosmos.

>He's dressed neatly, in slacks and a nice shirt, albeit with his sleeves rolled up, his wingtip shoes traded for safety-minded steel toe boots. His curly hair is frizzy and wild with sweat, especially at the bangs, and smear of machine grease runs from his cheek over his goatee. A fresh bandage sits upon the man's neck as he looks onward.

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FUCK I burned my pinky on my pipe.

I thought it was out but NOPE that's a hot fucking cherry.

You are going to die and I'm not even going to get to be the one to do it.

I swear you'd better live so I can kill you myself.

Consider this a freebie, Ozzy: make sure you got an escape plan for *gods.*

which one(s)?

The old redheaded ones. Her pet warlock is in orbit.

Gods DAMMIT. Just how fucking valuable are these key halves, Hugh?

Consider this a freebie, Ozzy: make sure you got an escape plan for *gods.*

which one(s)?

laterkiss

worry about it kitten daddy fucked up

My gods. I might actually get to just pick the key out of some wreckage, rather than have to wrench it out of his hands.

If he gets a ship off the ground without running any tests or prototypes and lives, I'll... Well fuck I'll pay you twenty bucks.

Whatever.

I'm just about finished clearing out Castle Danton.

For the useful stuff, at least. I don't have any magical talent, but I'm studied enough to know that two bags of holding will clean up whatever's left of the castle. Seven different ships have arrived in orbit over the last twelve hours. Six of them are known enemies of my former master.

I think I'll shoot one of them out of the sky before I leave, too. To really make it hard to find anything else of value here.

Wait what the hell is a tontine

I... dammit he made me looks something up for once holy shit.

If Ozzy wants his half of the doomsday tontine he can come get it himself.

I'll knock the the faceplate right off his helmet.

I'll drizzle you like a fucking volley ball, Hugh.

Just reveal yourself and I'll come finish this off quickly.

Oz I'm telling you man whatever this unlocks isn't good for anyone's health. Even if it's not his worst work, it's still bound to be fucked up and evil.

All the more reason to make sure no one else can use it. Powerful weapons can insure peace without firing them, in whatever form Danton left them in, and the same could be said for whatever research you're afraid of finding.

I could make good on his evil.

If Ozzy wants his half of the doomsday tontine he can come get it himself.

I'll knock the the faceplate right off his helmet.

I'll drizzle you like a fucking volley ball, Hugh.

Just reveal yourself and I'll come finish this off quickly.