Vorza in annoyance tries to remove the protective cover to the signal systems to turn them to stop. Unfortunately his fingers can't quite pop it off, grumbling as he made the attempt. "Too much movement after such a hefty meal..."
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Despite the sudden chaos from the attempted assassination, Vorza is relatively calm as he gets up and follows Jaedana outside. "Tierny...you were a good client. I hope you were sensible enough to leave your payment in an account payable to us when we catch your killers." He sighs and looks out in the direction that the drone had gone to see if he can't spot its blurry outline.
"Are you sure that's not just heat waste?"
"Are you sure he didn't comm? I know sometimes the incredulous static makes it difficult to reach people," Vorza says, picking a cricket leg out from his teeth.
"Probably to go somewhere dangerous where we might be all killed. But Tierny pays well enough for the risks." The vesk is already ordering more food on the comm unit - double fried prawns, crunchy vegetables with creamy dips, a delicious egg cream with chocolate and caramel to wash it all down. "What do the rest of you want? Might as well go for something you've always wanted to try."
The vesk crunches his snack a little more loudly as L17 sets herself up to speak to the rest of the group. Afterwards, he let's the other get in their words, speaking up after Trevor. "Ah, good to have former military, even non-vesk. I, not so good at giving directions? Just point me where you want me to block those that will want to kill us. Lunar, you are certainly one of the nicer androids I have met. I hope no one kills you!" He looks around. "Tierny will be here. He must pay his tab, after all - I've put so much on it," Vorza chuckles. "Waitress! I need another egg cream - with a swirly straw!"
"Ah, comrades!" The vesk smiles, sharp teeth gleaming. "I go by Vorza Moonshot these days. You must forgive our mutual friend for being cautious. A friend of theirs is a comrade of mine!" Vorza laughs and pops another crunchy treat into their mouth. "I know not the details, but they pay well for my services. I would never refuse an open tab invitation either. Here, try this. The waitress tells me it is a human delicacy - paapkern. It is crunchy but soft and drizzled in animal fats. A fine snack while waiting!" He takes two bowls and scoops up a handful of the popped kernels into it, sliding it over to them. "Humans, for all their weaknesses and inferiorities, do have some good ideas. When the Veskarium conquers the Pact Worlds, I hope they bring the knowledge of paapkern and its production to Vesk Prime. It would do well in making jewel bugs even more delicious." The vesk leans back in his seat, looking at Trevor with amusement. His eyes dart towards Jaedana. "Your kin are better than the humans. Better warriors, especially your solarians! Still," Vorza says as they lift a finger. A dark mote of light flickers into being orbiting their head, as they can see the light distorting around it. "Like all things of might and strength, ever this is something we can learn and adapt to our ways." "But you have nothing to worry from me, comrades. I did my service, I came here to find good fights and new experiences. I will keep you from getting shot or stabbed, and in exchange feel free to stick a medpatch on me when I bite off more than I can chew, da?"
Crunch crunch crunch The vesk seated at the Analog cafe's patio table munches on the noisiest nutrition that they were capable of offering. He seems much more delighted by the texture of the food between his teeth than its taste. "On Vesk Prime," He addresses the waitstaff as Jaedana approaches. One of his reptilian eyes is locked in on the kasantha. "We have little arthropods that you would call jewel bugs. But alive, they look only like gray and brown little pebbles burrowing into the desert sands. It is only when you properly cook them they become beautiful colors, a sensory delight! I do wish to try some again, but the incredulous static I keep experiencing on these comms system make it impossible to make a proper order." He pops more food between his teeth, the vesk watching for any reactions at all to his loud, one-sided conversation. |