not. I'll eat my trou if he's seen a sniff of war.
Guess it doesn't matter if he has or not, because we're his captives now.
4
ADIRON
"So it's true that there are other mesakkah in the Slatra system." He sounds bored as he addresses us, striding forward, his hands still clasped behind his back. "You know you're not supposed to be here."
"And you are?" Mathiras shoots back, glaring at the lord.
Lord Straik scowls at my brother, his expression one of extreme distaste. I imagine his nose crinkling up like Zoey's when she smells Kaspar's boots, and smirk. "I have reason to be here," the mesakkah lord eventually states. "And your presence is affecting my business." He pauses and looks at me. “Why is this one naked?”
“That’s my business,” I quip.
Mathiras smacks me with his tail. Lord Straik just looks at me as if I’m a bug. He turns to one of his clone soldiers, and in the next moment, one of the males steps forward and wraps a towel around my hips. Guess my junk was a little offensive to high and mighty Lord Straik.
Mathiras glances over at me and Kaspar. I'm watching him and the lordling, and I don't look over at Kaspar on my other side, because I know he's shifting and flexing his wrists, trying to loosen his cuffs. I'm not too worried about our situation. This isn't the first time we've been outnumbered or taken captive, and as long as we keep our wits about us, I'm sure we'll be fine. Wits aren't my strong suit, but Mathiras is smart. He'll figure something out.
And until then, I'm kinda interested in hearing what this lordling has to say.
Mathiras eventually speaks again, drawing the attention back on himself. I flex my wrists in my cuffs, too, but all I get is shooting pain going up my arms. Ow. "I don't see how our presence affects you at all," he says. "We're not here for trading or anything of the like. We're just…pleasure cruising. Exploring."
"You started a bar fight on V'tarr Station," Lord Straik snaps back. "My invitation from the Voo Rees has been rescinded thanks to you. Another mesakkah showing up would put too much of a target on their dealings, and so I've been told to leave the system."
"Well now, that is a pickle," Mathiras says easily. "The Voo Rees, did you say?"
He doesn't look over at me, but I know what my brother's thinking. The Voo Rees is an infamous cartel that operates on the fringes of known space. I've never dealt with them, and they're just a legend to most of the universe, because they control far-flung systems that the mesakkah empire doesn't touch…places like the Slatra system.
Also, the Voo Rees are connected to the Buoyant Star, our legendary lost ship. It's rumored that there was supposed to be an utter fortune-making cargo on the Buoyant Star, heading right for the Voo Rees cartel headquarters on V'tarr, but it never made it there. What that cargo was, no one knows. But it wouldn't keep making stories circulate if it wasn't something impressive. Even if it's not, the Buoyant Star itself was a sleek, well-made vessel. If we find her, we can scrap her for parts and at least break even.
That's the theory, anyhow. Me, I'm holding out for a big payoff. If nothing else, I want an adventure out of things…and right now, it's paying off.
Lord Straik looks irritated. "It's none of your business what my connections are."
"Is that why you're here in the Slatra system? You doing their dirty work?" Mathiras is clearly trying to get under his skin, insult him. "Playing pirate?"
Straik narrows his eyes at Mathiras. "I could shove you out my airlock right now, you know. No one would be the wiser."
"Or you could turn us in to the cartel," I add helpfully.
Mathiras kicks me.
I give him a glare, because I'm helping, damn it. "What? I'm just saying." At least if he turns us in to the cartel, we're still alive. "I'd rather be cartel bait than bouncing off an asteroid."
"Or…" Mathiras drawls, glancing over at Straik. "We could tell him what we know about the Buoyant Star as collateral."
Oh. Or we could do that. "Probably a better option," I mumble.
Lord Straik stalks over to us, his black robes swirling around his legs. That's another impractical thing for space. I know the mesakkah lords prefer flowing materials and ornate robes for clothing to show how rich they are or something, but in space,