Kamda

In order to get the big payday of their dreams, the little crew just had one last thing to do; deliver the goods.

And so, they found themselves at the spaceport, as requested by Jarvis. Manny looked around, enjoying his scanner googles. Little did he know it would be almost for the last time...

"Guess this is it, huh?"

They were directed to the hanger which contained Jarvis' ship, a clean and beautiful ship that seemed to promise debauchery. Standing before it they had their time to chat before moving aboard.

Jyrvess looked surprisingly well....given she had nearly been killed by a giant sand dwelling crustacean. She had left her hair down as even after two showers it still felt like sand was falling out.

"Jarvis's ship looks like a low rent mobile pleasure palace. Why am I not surprised?"

"I mean is there anythign wrong with a low rent mobile pleasure palace?" Vince asked, his eyes moving around the area as he scanned for trouble.

"Seems like it would be a nice place to pass the time, and at least then you're sure to have someplace nice whatever planet you land on."

"I wouldn't mind some worriless time in the anonymity of space for a change." Fuff said while walking beside the rest.

Up ahead was the landing ramp, as they were about to walk up it they heard from inside the ship, it was Jarvis' voice, "It was a PLEASURE!" he shouted. Meanwhile, as the group neared they saw the woman's feet as she descended.

"Now.. this is unexpected," she said walking down the ramp and coming into view. Smiling insidiously she looked to Manny.

"Oh, hey Vex." Manny waved. There was a pause. "Wait, what?"

He eyed her. "So, uh, you an associate of Jarvis, huh?"

Jyrvess raised her brows, given her recent activities she was a bit more familiar with Vex then before. "Madam Vex, I have not had the pleasure of meeting you."

She relaxed and looked to Manny, both surprised and not surprised he knew a crime lord.

"Employer of," she said, correcting Manny. Looking to Jyrvress, "Well, now you have. A pleasure to meet you..." she looked at her expectantly for a name.

"Jyrvess Ertil," She dipped her slightly, "I hope you find everything to your satisfaction."

"Oh, it is," she said, laughed, "It very much is."

Vex walked over to Manny and corrected his collar while she looked to Jyvress and the other companions, "You are taking care of my dear Manny, aren't you? I would hate for him to come to harm."

"Aha ha..." Manny laughed nervously, tilting his head as she adjusted his collar. He didn't have anything intelligible to add to the conversation. And, for once, he decided not to add anything unintelligible to the conversation, either.

"In as much as one can take care of him, Madam," Jyrvess stifled a laugh at Manny's discomfort, "Though it seems you have left him speechless. If I may...rendering Manny unable to comment is talent I thought no one possessed."

"You will find, if you know me for long, my dear, that I have a fair number of talents that are thought to be rare or otherwise unheard of," she said, a much more casual smile. With a small lick of her thumb she fixed Manny's hair into a much neater look and then walked down the rest of the ramp.

"Please, don't let me keep you all," she said, a smile. Then left, her heels clacking against the hard floor surface.

Vex was remotely known to Fuff due to his singing gigs at her club. Throughout the meeting, he kept smiling, as there seemed to be those even more familiar with... the crime baron? In the end she left, without much regard for the Farghul. Fuff wondered if it was a good or a bad thing.

"Well... that explains some stuff, huh?" Manny said.

He shook his head, his hair immediately becoming mussed, undoing every adjustment Vex had made. "Well... let's go." He said, leading the way up the ramp.

Up the ramp Jarvis was sat at a luxurious chair with a few of Vex:s people in suits. Each of them had settled their account with a briefcase of a chest in each hand.

Jarvis was absorbed by the contents and only noticed his new favorite crew enter on a few moments after they did.

Manny looked around. "I hope we're not interrupting, are we? Or early? It can't be early." He opened his vest, comparing against the half-dozen watches he had there.

Jyrvess shrugged, "Sorry Mr Jarvis....he does that sort of thing." She glanced at Manny.