Forgotten Freedom:20
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(There is an explosion on the side of the Forgotten Freedom and parts of an airship fall from it.)
(An adolescent boy crawls up the side of the Forgotten Freedom. He is sickly and pale. This boy has a tentacle hanging off of his right hand, while having a chitinous claw on the other. He also has a small tentacle hanging off his left temple. Moridin rushes of to the boy looks happy.)
Boy: Finally! I’ve found you.
Muradin: Volrath!!!
(Muridin runs over and hugs Volrath. Volrath remains unmoving and stiff.)
Volrath (growling): Get off of me.
(Muradin lets go and is smiling broadly.)
Volrath (crossly): I had to track you for three months! I turned to talk to Terra for one minute and you’re gone!
Muradin: I saw lots of people in pretty red tunics getting on da boat.
(Volrath puts his hand on his forehead and groans.)
Volrath: What have I told you about following “pretty” things.
Muradin (sheepishly): Don’t.
Volrath: We might as well just stay here and wait for something to happen. I mean we finished our last job and I have no idea where she is.
Muradin: Huh?
Volrath: I lost our entire group looking for you.
Muradin (sadly): Oh.
Volrath: Ah well can you show me around and get me a cabin?
Muradin (happy): Me guess so.
(A few moments later)
Jarlot: So you want to become part of the crew. What can you do?
Volrath : Well I absolutely love books of ancient secrets, and I could help as a surgeon, though I don’t have any healing magic.
Jarlot: Fine, Sa’vor mind scan him and get him to Kanatash.
(Volrath walks into Kanatash’s examination room.)
Kanatash (thinking to himself): This kid doesn’t appear to have aged a bit from those flashbacks, a well.
Volrath: It’s you, you're amazing!!
Kanatash: I know, but why specifically.
Volrath: Your books are amazing, I’ve read them all!
Kanatash: Really, most people go insane after the 29th one. Very well let’s start the exam.
(Sometime later Volrath is walking on deck.)
(Squishy just finished handing out paychecks.)
Volrath: Hey uncle Squishy!
Dooj: That thing is your uncle?
Volrath: Well it’s a very weird family connection that has no applicable translation in common. So I just call him uncle.
Squishy: Nice to see you Volrath, I…
Chalky: I’ve got you now!!!
Squishy: AHH!!
(Squishy runs off with Chalky in hot pursuit.)
(Volrath and Muradin walk into the kitchen.)
Volrath (to Norbaz): I just got here and feel that I need to do more to help out. Let me take over cooking for a day.
Norbaz: Sure, I could use a break.
(Muradin has another flashback.)
(Muradin is standing in an army camp next to a pale skinned elf. Soldiers’ arms are swelling to huge proportions and popping. Others are puking their intestines and gallons of blood. Finally there are some that are simply melting from their feet up.)
Pale skinned elf lady: I have never seen so many so sick so quickly. We are never eating Volrath’s cooking again.
(Flash back over.)
Muradin (screaming while jumping toward them): NNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!
(Muradin crashes into the stove causing a massive explosion.)
Jarlot: V, what are you doing?
V: I'm preparing to blow up Parliament.
Jarlot: Again?
V: People should not be afraid of their governments, Governments should...
Jarlot: Yes, I *KNOW*
V: Well in any case, I've expanded my porfolio beyond general terr...er, freedom fighting.
Jarlot: And kidnapping.
V: She loves me!
Jarlot: Yeah, whatever. *swigs a drink*
V: I am devoted now to fighting crime in all forms and all evil!
Jarlot: What about the Great Old Ones?
Cool Cthulhu: Hey!
V: Your really obsessed about that?
Jarlot: They're after our women, damn it!
V: In any case, my demands are simple. *pulls out a scroll that slides across the entirety of the ship and over the edge... still going*
Jarlot: Stop.... the whark killing? Remove all fluoride for mind control? Reveal that King Kaius is actually in prison and that a vampire is on the throne?
V: Also, you have to resign because you're a Lord of Dust.
Jarlot: How do you figure that?
V: Any normal human would have died from drinking their own body weight every day and the stress.
Jarlot: I have a bladder of cleansing +5
V: Have you noticed there's a Daelkyr onboard now?
Jarlot: It's the damn ACLU. You know, Action Cthulhoid Liberation Union. They insist every airship contain a host of monsters of various sorts. Besides, we already have a Rakshasa onboard. HEY, TONY!
Tony the Tiger: THEY'RRRRRREEEEEE GREAT!
Jarlot: Prepare a blessed crossbow bolt. I'm so gawdsdamn SICK of those frosted flakes he serves every morning as cook.
V: Quiet, I have to deal with Moose and Squirrel. They're government agents seeking to overthrow the peaceful nation of Pottslyvania. I have reason to believe they're onboard this ship.
Jarlot: Man, it takes EFFORT to be paranoid on this ship.
V: I'm getting a redheaded partner for my efforts.
Andrea: There's no such thing as the supernatural.
Jarlot: The Hell?
V: She finally read one evil tome too many. Kanatash had to flash freeze her mind. She's in deep denial now.
Andrea: It's swamp gas... on Venus.
Cool Cthulhu: HI!
Andrea: You don't exist.
Cool Cthulhu: *Emo kid single tear*
Norbaz gazes at the smoking hole in the wall where his oven used to be.
Norbaz: KHYBER'S ARMPIT! Do you know how expensive that was. The main reason I haven't gotten new magic equipment since I joined this crew. Repairing everything after someone goes crazy and blow something up. I'm below my current wealth limit because this place gets blown up every few days. Sigh... that's it... just... just clean this up.
Norbaz leaves the crowd in the kitchen and heads to the captain's room, he knocks and there is disappointed yowl and much swearing. Jarlot opens the door a crack.
Norbaz: I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Jarlot: No... uh, Marish was just taking dictation.
Norbaz: Well then I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm taking a sabbatical. Captain, I just need a vacation. I apologize for the short notice but... but this is just something I need to do. Here's a Murlond's spoon, it should do well in my absence. And there's a stockpile of chili in the armory. Just drop me off next time we hit StormReach and I'll see everyone in about a week after that.
Upon Hearing this Satnak camps out next to the chili stock and refuses to let anyone else have any. No one complains. Between Glares she berates Sa'vor for stealing her kill.
Satnak: (snacking on chili) All I'm saying is that's why I'm on the boat, to kill deifics and primordial masters of creation. Let me do my Job.
Sa'vor: I'm sorry, but how can you actually like that stuff?
Satnak: What's wrong with it?
Sa'vor: We use it to clean up the sovereign glue paints Chalky created.
Satnak: It's got a bit of a pleasant Kick.
Sa'vor: Did your taste buds get burned off of something?
Satnak: No, They're really sensitive, even Kalashtar can't taste the difference between dew from different blades of grass.
Sa'vor: That stuff burns a hole into the bedrock of wherever it lands you need crystal diningware to eat it. How can you stand it if you have sensitive taste buds.
Satnak: Meh, you're just a wimp.
Kanatash: So Kithle, I've been meaning to ask you, what happened to you when you were challenged by the tomb back there?
Kithle: Oh, nothing much. I had to fight the elder brain that originally spawned me. (Burp) I'm still full after that but I suppose you could say that it was "educational". How about you, what did you fight? I noticed the chamber kind of burned out after you were done.
Kanatash: Oh, I didn't fight anything persay. Instead of explaining it, why don't I show you?
Kithle: Um, I know what happens to people who interact with your mind remember? I would really rather not end up like Jonny.
Kanatash: Don't worry. That only happens to people who go into my mind. I'm going to implant one of my memories into your mind so it should be fine.
Kithle: I may regret, this but I'm curious so what the heck.
The world around Kithle swirles and twists until he finds himself looking on as Kanatash encounters the guardian spirit of the tomb.
Naur: Well, well. We have a bit of a conumdrum here. Normal operating procedure is to test new applicants by forcing them to battle the being they fear the most. You however seem to fear no one as far I we can discern.
Kanatash: Yes, I do have that quirk.
Naur: Well we are obligated to test you but I am usure about how to do it now.
Kanatash: Might I suggest a solution? Why not let me test you.
Naur: Ha, I am drawing on the the might of the the most powerful individuals to ever exist and I am the next best thing to all-powerful myself. If you can best us in any challenge you would indeed have proved yourself.
Kanatash: Excellent, now I want you to read my mind.
Naur: Oh, Fool! This will not take long, you were forced to drop any mental protections you may have possessed to enter this place! (reaches out to Kanatash's mind)
Kanatash: I didn't say reading my mind was the challenge. Surviving reading my mind unscathed is the challenge.
Naur: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Naur's form is sucked into Kanatash's and everything fades to black. Naur awakens to find himself floating in an infinite void.
Naur: Where am I?! What have you done to me?!
No one answers but he starts to descend through the void and dozens of images float past him. Looking closer many terrible things can be seen. In one image several dozen Care Bears are focusing their “stare” on helpless victims, turning them into their zombie mind slaves. Another shows feral Smurfs swarming over small children, eating their flesh and drinking their blood. A third shows Barney, who has grown to a hundred times his size, rampaging through Tokyo city spewing radioactive fire. A fourth has the Power Rangers laying low the world’s governments to spread anarchy across the planet. A fifth shows the Teletubbies entertaining little children as they secretly suck out their souls to fuel their own unnatural existences. A sixth shows Spongebob Squarepants sitting atop a coral throne from which he rules the oceans with an iron fist.
As the final image fades Naur seems to hit the bottom of sorts. In the center of the void’s blinding darkness a single unassuming mirror sits. Kanatash suddenly appears in the mirror with his eyes giving off rays of shining darkness.
Kanatash: Welcome to the abyss of my mind. How have you enjoyed your visit so far?
Naur: What is this place? Why have you brought me here?
Kanatash: I call this place the void of mirrors. It is but one of the chambers of my mind and by no means the worst of them either. Here those who enter my mind are forced to confront the deepest secrets hiding within their minds.
Naur: Is that all? You think you can threaten my by showing me my inner darkness? I am the greatest necromancer of all time! I am a master of darkness!
Kanatash: (lets out a deep, evil laugh) I said nothing of darkness, fool. This place shows you the secrets you have hidden in your own mind, even from yourself. Secrets that you have suppressed because you mind cannot handle the truth. Now, why don’t we begin with your childhood? (tendrils of shadow reach out and bind Naur)
Naur: My childhood?
Kanatash: Yes, your parents died when you were young and although this would traumatize most children you felt something different. You felt an uncontrollable attraction to their corpses, the first inklings of your necrophilia. This is in fact the reason you became a necromancer in the first place, the only way you could stop yourself from feeling this way about the dead was to bring them back to life. When you crafted undead armies you secretly hoped that you could turn the entire world into undead so there would be no more corpses for you to hunger after.
Naur: (convulsing) NOOOO, IT'S NOT TRUE!
Kanatash: But it is. Then as you grew older you came to fear the very undead you created. The soulless bodies, the empty eyes, the gnawing hunger, all of this scare you for you knew that the negative energy that powered them would consume you as readily as the next person. This is the reason, even though it was with in your means and you were reaching the end of your life, you never became a lich. You feared the negative energy for you knew it would not hesitate to consume your very soul even if it sustained your life and you feared this more than death.
Naur: (curling into the fetal position and crying) NOOOOOOO, Ughuuuuugh, (more moaning)
Kanatash: Oh, we’re just breaking the surface here. I think I will dredge up something from the deepest portion of your mind now. Let’s see now… Ohhhh, this is good here… It seems you have a fondness for the music of Barbara Streisand. Wow, even I’m not that messed up.
Naur makes gurgling noises and falls limp in the shadow tendrils.
Kanatash: (tossing the body aside with the tentacles) Pathetic. I’ve seen redshirts last longer and I was just starting to enjoy it too. (stepping out of the mirror) Now to use whatever’s left of his mind to link to the central consciousness of this place so I can absorb all the information and the power stored here.
Kanatash kneels over Naur’s body for several minutes before rising. He glances back at the mirror for a moment and in it he sees a shadowy figure resembling himself except that it positively drips with goodness and love. Kanatash shudders and looks away quickly as the vision ends.
Kithle: Impressive piece of work there. You broke him pretty thoroughly. (smirks) I did like that bit at the end too.
Kanatash: (cringing) You weren’t supposed to see that. (Sigh) Before you ask, yes, I there are some tiny vestiges of my former sane self buried within my consciousness. However I keep it under constant observation and I am working hard to purge it once and for all.
Kithle: (still smirking) I’ll keep that in mind, it feels nice to have something over you for once.
Kanatash: (scowling) Try an do anything with it and I’ll trigger the seed I planted in your mind with that memory. It’ll erase everything in your mind.
Kithle: (Taken aback) Why you… You're bluffing aren’t you?
Kanatash: Maybe, mabye not. You’ll never know because if you try to interact with the seed in any way, even checking for its existence, it will activate and you know what happens then.
Kithle: Bastard.
Kanatash: (smirking) I love these sorts of mind games.
(Onboard the FF, just before departure)
Jarlot: Just so you know, we already have a Druid. What would you bring to the crew he can’t?
Terra: This. (holds up her hand)
In the palm of her hand is a small seed. A faint glow surrounds it, and it germinates. In moments it is full grown and instantly recognizable.
Jarlot: Is… is that what I think it is?
Terra: Yes and no. It is dreamlily, but this one is my own creation. It is more potent than the one currently available.
Terra quickly prepares it and gives Jarlot some.
Jarlot: Whoa, ho, ho, ho!
Terra: That’s just one of many.
Jarlot: You’re hired!
(Later)
Volrath: Terra!
Terra: Hey, Volrath.
Volrath: I should have known you’d find me. Muradin’s here, too!
Terra: Yeah, I know. When I heard about an idiot dwarf destroying the kitchen, I kind of figured...
(Muradin arrives on deck, sees Terra, runs over and gives her a big hug)
Muradin: Crazy Elf Lady back!
Terra: (strained) What… have… I… told… you… about… hugs…
Muradin: Awwww…
Volrath: Guess what! Uncle Squishy and Cool Cthulhu are here too!
Terra: It’s been a while since I’ve seen either of them. Anyway, it seems you like it here.
Volrath: Uh huh! But… I’m curious. Are you here just because I am?
Terra: I needed some new ideas. As you know, I do my best work while traveling. Paperwork just doesn’t suit me.
Kithle: Sa'vor, we need to take Kantash down a peg here.
Sa'vor: Huh?
Kithle: One, I just barely Survived a mind seeding. Thank goodness that elder brain was almost as big a Pain as Kanatash, otherwise I wouldn't know the proper counter measures. He thinks he has me and this is a private link. He didn't rifle in the right spots in the tomb, so you can still hide from him. I use a modified version of your defenses now and can also hide important facts, but not quite as easily. The way I see it we need to simply show him that he isn't all-powerful on this ship.
Sa'vor: I thought he pretty much was.
Kithle: Hardly. There's you, me, Andrea, Satnak, and probably that little turd folly with his luck. I severly doubt He could hold sway over anyone on that list. We need to prank him, Big time.
V: We may have some trouble.
Michael: Oh hell, it's you.
V: If this is about blowing you up....
Michael: TWICE.
V: I can't help it if you make an excellent carrier for explosives....
Michael: GRRRR....
V: In any case, the ship's parked and not moving.
Michael: What, why?
V: The Captain is needed to pilot the ship since one of the ingredients for our engines fast enough to escape the rest of the people is the pure bile and misery of his depressed soul.
Michael: And?
V: He now hosts a political commentary radio show in Sharn.
Dooj: We've got to get him back!
Michael: Well, we...
Dooj: Do you know anyone else who will hire us?
Michael: GAH!
Bruce Ki: This is an emergency of grand proportions....
Satnak: NOOOOOOOO, you can't have my chili. Norbaz is on vacation still, so this is all that's left.
V: We need to recapture the Captain.
Satnak: Do it without my chili.
Dooj: It's one of our best weapons.
Satnak: Drop Pholly on them, or Naz'roth
Naz'roth: Yo.
V: Yes but that's not enough
Satnak: *GLARE*
V: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Dooj: Mommy!
(V walks into Volrath's room)
V: I was wondering, could you make me a powerful poison. It kind of seemed like your kind of thing... What the hell are you doing?!?
(Volrath is calmly skinning several redshirts.)
Volrath: I was making some armor; just need tanning solution and some silver dragon blood. So you need poison, do you? I think I have something to please you. However you have to promise to get silver dragon's blood and tanning solution for me while you're in Sharn.
V: Fine.
(Volrath pulls out a bottle of volatile green liquid.)
V: What's that?
Volrath: It's a version of green slime that only affects flesh, so that it can coat a weapon.
V(giddy with joy): Sweet!!!
As V leaves Volrath's room, he is approached by Terra.
Terra: I hear you're attempting to bring back the Captain.
V: Yeah, so?
Terra: I have a few... shall we say... connections in Sharn. I could get you the layout and security of the building the Captain is in...
V: Riiiight. I suppose there's a catch.
Terra: Just a small favor. One of the staff there is a former associate of mine. The little weasel took off with a fair bit of my gold. Here is his description. Bring me his left hand as punishment, but otherwise leave him alive.
Terra hands him a slip of paper and walks off.
V: Scary woman...
John: I want to go on sabbatical.
Jarlot: Yeah, that's nice. Turn left.
John: Not until I get a sabbatical.
Jarlot: What're you talking about?
John: Volrath read me a couple of books on communism and the rights of a worker.
Jarlot: John, you're a keel. You don't get benefits.
John: Fine. I'm going on strike then.
Jarlot: KETLER!
Ketler: What? I'm trying to build a plug suit for Jael- nevermind!
Jarlot: I don't care. We need a new keel.
Ketler: Err... What? Is it worn out or something?
John: Damn straight.
Jarlot: It's demanding benefits.
Ketler: Uh.... I think I misheard you.
John: Nope. I want to go on a paid vacation.
Ketler: Ummm... hmmm... Well the first thing you need is legs. And arms. and you'll probably want to have a face of some sort. Hey, is it alright if I write this working up as a paper for Passage U? They love to hear about unique workings...
Jarlot: You're joking.
Ketler: Errr... No.
Jarlot: You're insane.
John: What's new with that?
Ketler: Thanks, son, but don't help me here...
John: Even Kanatash thinks you're nuts!
Jarlot: Really?
Ketler: Anyway, I uh...
John: Yup. He even wrote a suggestion to you about firing my Dad. I think it's midway through the pile of paperwork you haven't looked at.
Jarlot: Really?
John: Yeah, I got a good close-up of it when you dumped it on me to incinerate.
Jarlot: Ahem, anyways, as you were saying, Ketler?
Ketler: Thanks, as I was saying, it is my professional opinion that we can't turn the ship without our keel, and thus it is extremely unwise to anger it.
Jarlot: So if we just, say, got rid of the keel we've currently got and got a new one, wouldn't that be easier?
Ketler: Well... but destroying John would be too difficult ...
John: Thanks, dad, but don't help me. Except with the arms and legs and stuff.
Devon and Hoybee are in the lounge, Devon is busy scratching out some poetry, and Hoybee is trying to read his spell book. Pholly walks in, and sets down three steaming mugs of what seems to be coffee, but with Pholly, it could just as easily be Alchemist's Enema.
Pholly: Hey guys. I may have to give up the alchemy thing.
Hoybee: Wha? Whats that, son?
Devon: Oh, thank you, merciful gods. Now, about that harem of girls I prayed about....
Pholly: Well, I'm just getting a vibe that the constant explosions are getting on everyone's nerves. And besides, my paychecks are getting smaller and smaller. The last one was a death threat.
Devon takes a sip of the coffee. "Wow, this stuff is pretty good. Norbaz's recipie?"
Hoybee takes a sip. "Aye, this be some good stuff."
Pholly: Oh, this is nothing. I've been making this stuff for years.
Devon and Hoybee put their books down.
Hoybee: Oh, you should keep with the alchemy, lad. I mean, this coffee is alchemy, when you get right down to it.
Devon (leans over to Hoybee): What the hell are you doing? We would finally be able to get a full night's sleep!
Hoybee: Now, now, Devon. All the lad needs is some encouragement. Now, Pholly. I want you to go back, and give it another try. I mean, this coffee is amazing, and it's a good place to start. Besides, Devon couldn't get a date to save his life, but he keeps trying.
Devon: Yeah... wait!!!
Pholly: You're right, Hoybee. Enjoy the coffee, fellas. I've got some work to catch up on.
Pholly leaves. Devon looks at Hoybee and shakes his head, then goes back to writing more poetry. Hoybee picks up his spell book and goes back to studying. Neither notice that they have accidentally switched books.
Kithle: Bad Hoybee (smacks with rolled up newspaper), do not encuorage the walking time bombs.
(Sa'vor's cell even though they don't lock it anymore, he's still in a cell; it's a trust thing)
Sa'vor: Greetings; Kithle, Pholly, Satnak, Andrea ... wait, why the hell are you here, Volrath?
Volrath: Sorry, wrong room (starts move away)
Sa'vor: Halt, give me back my Spellshard and my Necromantic manuals and my Necromantic scrolls, my Draco Mystrie as well. And the libris mortis.
Volrath: Couldn't I just borrow them?
Sa'vor: No! they are sensitive magical items; though I do have notes on them in my Journal for my travels through the planes... as well as some other notes..
Volrath: Hmm, intresting, I'll have to check it out.
Sa'vor: There's a copy in the ship's Library, my Journal has reached number one on the most-read list on this crew, though I think thats Michael reading about my time with the demons
(Volrath leaves)
Sa'vor: Where was I?
Kithle: About to rant.
Sa'vor: Oh yes, I believe you all know why I brought you here?
Andrea: Yes, but can't he read all our minds?
Sa'vor: No, this room is shielded.
Satnak: And when we leave the room?
Sa'vor: Then I'll give you these rings; where them and you can shield thoughts you don't want to be read and give him misinformation.
Andrea: Do they work against you and Kithle?
Sa'vor: Yes, though we've got enough blackmail information to twist you to our will.
Andrea: There's nothing in my past I'm ashamed about that you could use against me.
Kithle: Really?, Well, how about that time in College?
Andrea: I WAS DRUNK!
Sa'vor: (smiling a sly half smile) That's not what it says in your thoughts...
(Andrea scowls and puts on the ring)
Kithle: Anyway, we're here to take Kanatash down a peg or two, he's getting far too irritating.
Sa'vor: He tried to make me ashamed of my childhood, *evil laugh* theres nothing I regret about that, even killing my cousin and eating his heart.
Kithle: Was that before or after Naz'roth possessed you?
Sa'vor: Before.
Andrea: *shiver* I thought you were evil, but I didn't imagine you were evil as a child.
Sa'vor: Well, when dragons bring you up and believe you a cripple it's quite difficult not to turn evil.
Kithle: Back to the problem at hand.
Sa'vor: Yes, we need to plan either a good beating or a major beating or a prank.
Pholly: I'm sure that you're going to make me do something...
Sa'vor: Yes.. an explosive something *EVIL LAUGHTER*
Andrea: That was weird...
Sa'vor: Sorry, my insane dictator and evil villain senses kick in when I plot.
Pholly: I'll get the Alchemist bombs ready.
Sa'vor: You do that, Satnak, get Volrath to mix some nasty toxins.
Satnak: Okay...
Kithle: Andrea, prepare a Ghost Trap spell.
Sa'vor: Kithle, prepare a psionic barrage; focusing mainly on mindblasts and crippling spells.
Kithle: And you're doing?
Sa'vor: I'm preparing to enter his mind...
Kithle: You'll never make it out sane!
Sa'vor: Oh, I will, if you remember, I'm not a particularly stable individual... not since the last war anyway...
Kithle: Well, you heard him, let's get to work.
(They all leave)
Sa'vor: Slip; I know you're there, stop hiding.
(Slip fades into being)
Slip: I guess I didn't shield my mind proparly.
Sa'vor: No my lifesight saw you, oh and Allen, I know you're there as well.
(Allen appears out of the shadows)
Allen: Curses, I thought I'd got the drop on you, my Vampiric brother.
Slip: Brother?
Sa'vor: Vampire thing, it's a long story...
Allen: I suppose you need me to build a recepticle.
Sa'vor: Yes, I will not state why.
Slip: And me?
Sa'vor: Your job will be to execute me if my will breaks, if I break, the Killing Machine or the Reaper will be the least of our concerns...
Slip: So the game is set?
Sa'vor: It is, and Kanatash probably knows what we're planning.
Slip: How?
Sa'vor: He has spies everywhere (raises an arm, a black Raven flies down to it, its black eyes are like voids)
Raven: Greetings, master.
Sa'vor: Void, did you notice any of Kanatash's minions in the vicinity?
Void: Yes master, I did, two controlled redshirts were eavesdropping, they are on their way to report to Kanatash now, he's sleeping at the moment
Sa'vor: Excellent work, my pet, now, Slip and Allen; who's up for a hunt?
Kithle: Next time invite me to hunt, I need to practice with this newspaper, Slip's good but not good enough to keep me out. Allen your a book, see spot run to be specific. What's with bird? When did you get a bird?
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