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Naoi is sitting outside the Aukam’s Light, sword in one hand and wetstone in the other. She seems to be busying herself with sharpening all her blades, quite a collection spread out around her.
Seems Chaos has decided to take a walk about the ships docked in the bay. He makes his way round about them, glowing green eyes taking in the details of each ship. Slowly his way is made down the line with his general direction taking him somewhat near to the Light.
Naoi looks up at the Aukam as he nears, but never really focuses on him. Instead, her attention drifts back to her blade and the calming– nay, meditative chore of running the stone across the blade’s fine edge.
Long fingers trail along the hull of the next ship, eyes taking in every dent and ding of the metal. “One has to question what such marks actually say about the ship…or more so the owner of said ship,” Chaos comments softly. He draws away from the ship finally to make his way toward the Light and the swords woman there, “Ah, a fine specimen of a weapon.” Whether he means the sword or the woman herself is unclear.
Judging by Naoi’s expression, it is clear she is not entirely certain either. “Thank you, sir. I do everything I can to assure that I treat them properly.” She pushes wild bangs away from her face, looking back down to the longsword that looks as if it has seen it’s share of battles. “Unfortunatly, I believe this one is beyond my skill. I may need to speak with a friend about repairs.”
The two are near the ramp of the Aukam’s Light, the Fastheldian woman sitting down and surronded by blades. Chaos is nearby, complimenting them. Or her. Who can tell.
“Mmm..a few battle scars do not make it worthless though. Perhaps a little repair is in order, but it is clear that you care for your sword. Where I come from…knowing how to care for such a weapon is a necessity. Unless you have..hidden talents,” Chaos comments, his eyes going from the woman to the sword and back. “You have had that one a while?”
Rillitan moves out from the tradeport with a Hekayti alongside, murmuring something across.
“Since I was fresh from the Fortress.” Naoi responds with a faint smile, cradling the weapon. “It has seen it’s share of battles, yes. I am Naoi Cloth, good sir.”
Chaos offers a polite nod at this, “Yes, you helped me out once, Miss Cloth. I remember you. There hadn’t been time for a good chat at that time. I hope you will forgive that it has been so long since I used my name….I have been simply known as Chaos,” he introduces with a rather formal bow and a light swish of his cane.
“Weren’t wi’ t’ crate when it was packed.” Rillitan continues a conversation from the tradeport.
“I demand you compensate for this immediately.” Judging by the tone in which the Hekayti replies it seems the Inverser isn’t happy. He bares his teeth across to the Timonae.
“I did?” Naoi asks, clearly struggling to remember the exact scenario in which that took place. Eventually though, she shakes her head in defeat. “I am afraid I simply do not remember.” She is yet unaware of the conversation between the Timonae and the Heykati. Or at least the details.
“Not to worry, Mistress. You were kind enough to instruct me as to places to go for food and shelter,” Chaos explains. “But some say I have the long lasting memory of one that has been dead,” he adds with a soft chuckle before his eyes are drawn to the Timmie and the Hekayti, a slight shift to yellow glow about his eyes and his head tilts curiously.
“Now come on!” Rillitan raises the volume of the conversation slightly, giving a more recognisable show of indignation in his tone and expression, “It was your contacts that sorted out the cargo, we only moved it. There shouldn’t be a problem, if there is it’s got nothing to do with us.”
“Liar!” the Hekayti accuses, “You Outverser scum! I knew trusting you was a bad idea! You /will/ compensate me!” the Heyakti pulls his chest out, angling his head and horns forward slightly in a show of strength.
Naoi seems about to respond, but the rising tension between the Heykati and Timonae draws her attention before she can give word to thoughts.
Chaos pulls himself up straight and tall, eyes shifting to a deep blue as the scene unfolds, “How quickly beings here are to become indignant when they percieve they’ve been wronged,” he observes
“Lady, tell me you aren’t making this what you’re making this.” Rillitan replies in a droll tone, the Timonae shifting his weight in a counter response to the Hekayti’s positioning. He seems fairly calm in the face of a fight, stretching his shoulders back as he watches the Hek carefully.
“Damned Outversers!” the Hek continues, “Think you can come here and take respectable trade work from us? A Hekayti should have done your job! You’re ungrateful thieves! All of you!” that comment seems to have been rounded sideways at the pair sitting across from the dispute, “Look at that one!” the Hekayti thrusts a hoof at Naoi, “Bringing such weapons on this ship and displaying them so! You think to overawe us so easily? Mongrel refugees.”
“I am cleaning them.” Naoi says, a soft voice that no doubt goes unregistered. “I admire the construction and the beauty of Comorro to much to hide from it. If the display of my weapons upset you, then I will move back inside. I did not consider the possibility that I may come off as threatening. I am, ‘nobody’ should be looking for a fight.”
The Aukami scoffs at the Hekayti, “Get over yourself. She’s caused less trouble in the two minutes since you opened your mouth to start trouble out here and at least she has more personality than a dead fish.” His cane is raised and pointed straight at the Hek, “Back. Off.” he orders.
“I think you’re done here, mate.” Rillitan adds, his cybernetic hand indicating away towards the Tradeport.
“It’s sympathisers like you that are letting them come in and walk all over us!” the Hek aims at the Aukami, “Think you can get over your past with a new set of pets, do you? Or are we gonna have to come and rescue a whole bunch of scum all over again? You bring dishonour to this galaxy, you Aukami might as well be Outversers!”
Naoi isn’t about to cry, but as the Heykati continues to rail, she does seem to wilt some. “Thank you, but perhaps he is right. Besides, it is better not to fight unless one must.” With that, she begans to gather her assorted weapons in the bagroll she brought them outside in.
“It would be best if you left now. Before I have to call for Comorro’s security…or you force matters to be taken into our hands,” Chaos replies to the Hekayti. His eyes shift to a deep red as he speaks and a light twisting of his cane has unseen hands attempting to lift the Hek from his hooves.
“What are you doing?!” the Hekayti calls to the Aukami with a growl, “This isn’t your place to interfere, Aukami! Let go of me!”
Rillitan raises an eyebrow as his angry business partner raises from the ground slowly.
Naoi reaches over as the Aukam begans to prove his point, then lays a hand on one of his arms. “Put him down. I believe he has learned that we are capable should he wish to continue.”
Chaos shifts his eyes toward Naoi, “As you wish, mistress,” he replies, the flow energy used to keep the Hekayti suspended is halted and the cane lowered until the tip touches the ground. “I do hope you’re correct,” he adds with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You’ve made a mistake, all of you. /I/ know the Toveil that runs this hub, you’ll be kicked off the station within the hour!” the Hekayti calls to them, taking his footing (or should that be hoofing?) and stumbling backwards, “You’ll think twice about stealing from an Urtigonmavitachi in future, Outverser!”
Still somewhat taken aback by the situation sorting itself out without a good slapmatch, the Timonae watches in silence. Something about his posture might suggest he’s a little disappointed.
“You will have difficulty convincing him of that, but please, if you feel it is necessary… the less time you spend yelling at us and the faster you can have us removed from Comorro.” Naoi responds, her voice still very-very-very soft.
Chaos simply shakes his head at this, “Unimportant people filling themselves with important thoughts. You should be more careful who you try to cause trouble for. You don’t even know who you’re talking to right now, do you?” he says to the frantic Hek. “Go, crawl away and lick your wounds.” He flicks a hand in his direction, a dismissive gesture.
The Hekayti moves off, blowing air gruffly as he heads back to the tradeport. The Timonae mutters, reaching down and grabbing his commlink to make an outgoing call.
Naoi sighs, which may be relief and then again may well not be. “I am glad that, at least, is done.” She holds the bag of weapons in her arms, nodding at Rillitan. “Give my regards to Tiana.” With that, she turns back to Chaos. “It was good to see you again, Sir Chaos. I will ‘remember’ this one at least.” She smiles, though it barely reaches her eye, before she turns back for the sip.
Chaos bows politely, “It was good to see you again, Mistress Cloth. I do hope to meet again. I regret that I will have to take my leave now.” And with a twirl of his cane and a twist of a smile he starts away toward the next ship in the row of ships, once again a hand touching the hull lightly as he makes his way slowly along the length of it.
“Yeh, uh.” Rillitan frowns back at Naoi, “Ti,” he grunts – apparently someone picked up on the other end, “Just finished up, some woman sends her regards or something.” he falls quiet for a second or so before turning on the spot, “Nah, he was going mental – well I know, we only took one of them, that’s what happens when you don’t supply your charter properly. Coming back now, yeh.” he moves off while he talks, sparing not even a glance for the others.