The Downfall Of The Rogue Syndicate Organization -

Somehow, Prim knew they weren't going to get the rest they needed. Between assaulting an entire destron facility and murdering its command AND avoiding a world-shattering cannon blast? The small doses of Self-Therapy spray and Healthy Beans they picked up from Earth didn't account for all the deeper wounds. The deep cut in their back, the bruised face and body, cuts along their cheekbones. Not to mention they lost their more personal belongings there as well. If they wanted to continue harassing Yangcong's backline, they'd need ACTUAL rest.

Prim's little attack pod wasn't suited to being assaulted or forced to stop by outside forces. It was about as stealthy as they could get to fly around the stars, and yet the Kashvar had an inkling of a feeling something was up. This last time they woke from their slumber to check on the ship's navigation, they were suddenly hit with this headache. The familiar, angry headache that told them something was wrong without ever saying what. It would rarely go away on its own. Was it a bad omen? A warning of unusual activity behind the pod suddenly flashed in the navigation; Another weird coincidence that brought this sort of painful sixth sense out. The konatsian leaned up in their seat and gave the local topology map a look. Any good stalker would have a cloaking device, so nothing popped up immediately.

"Mmmm..."
Prim was going to look into getting migraine meds one day.

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Prim was right to be cautious about the sudden disturbance surrounding their tail. Something hit the pod with a scan, which it detected and at this point told Prim as a countermeasure. Prim slapped themselves awake and quickly took the autopilot off for this exact moment. The others aboard Raiden and Melody's ship would sense that energy within the pod perk up to their shenanigans. When the space harpoon struck out to the attack pod, Prim ordered an evasive maneuver on their side. Ducking just under the shot line, relative to the space they were in, and shot a little off course towards a rogue planet.

"Already?"
Prim knew that the organization would be after them. How fast they'd work to try tracking them down was absurd enough for the kashvar to check the built-in calendar on board the ship. it had maybe been a day or so since the planet blown up after Prim's intervention. So these guys got news fast and tracked one of the lifeforms that fled the planet, then. The second harpoon, this nimble craft would also try dodging. This time it'd narrowly miss, grazing the pod's top and shaking it from impact just a little. Prim had to readjust. Prim wasn't going to be taken down or in this easily, and the pair onboard the other ship could see Prim trying to lead them closer to a planet. Habitable or not.

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Prim, honestly, wasn't sure any such goliaths were wandering their system at the current moment. This giant behemoth of an orb, rotund and red with its own thin atmosphere, was inconspicuous when it came to bodies in space. The plan initially was to get them into orbit and fight them somewhere solid, away from the ship. To both avoid a losing ship battle and avoid damaging the ship and getting stranded. What happened next Prim couldn't predict. This world SHIFTED before their eyes just as they could feel the weight of gravity set in on their pod.

"What!?"
Flabbergasted, there was no avoiding this sudden shift in direction the chase took. The space pod was the first of two to be swallowed whole. This baleen whale style of mouth is the entire size of continents, if continents were sticky and slimy. Just as fast as they would travel past all that, they'd end up deeper and darker still into the proverbial belly of the beast. Prim's spacepod jams itself in the side of the massive stomach wall.

The first thing the pod does on its own now is give a bunch of warnings about the outside. Fun, yapping nonsense. Lucky for prim, the hatch was facing inwards so they could at least open their craft. But it only led down from there, and the kashvar could both see and feel the twins stuck down there with her. Prim remained crouched in their craft while staring them down.

"..."
Was this to be their arena, or could Prim find away to carve through living mountains?

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Prim had plenty of warning, from watching and sensing their movements, to tell that at least one of them would rush them down. Prim was stronger than the individual, but both outnumbered and wounded. The smaller kashvar yanks their khopesh free from its sheath to intercept the dual blades. Catching them both in a cross bind, leveraging their defensive position to keep them at bay. Melody would get a few good shots on the young warrior, however. Blowing a hole in their tunic at the shoulder and forcing them down from their pod and onto the whale's massive tongue.

While it moved about and shook the other two, Prim made an effort to recover and keep their footing. Stabbing the tip of the sword into the tongue of the beast as it shook them at least once hard. This stabbing motion did nothing to puncture such a massive beast, it would feel nothing even as it yanked it back out from the pink mass. Unlike the pair before them, who seemed to get disarmed and remained as such while dealing with this conundrum, Prim tightened the grip on their blade and glared at both of them, individually.

"You will help me. You made the mistake of following me out in space at the behest of your masters."
prim felt they were the one with the big stick in this conversation right now, and that they'd have to follow them to get out safely.

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Prim looked at the two of them for a moment, sword still gripped in their hand as the kashvar watches them scrounge up SOME idea as to the way to get out of this mess they find themselves. From just blowing a hole in the mountain-sized teeth to setting off a spicy enough explosion to force this space whale to sneeze. Neither sounded like the best option to be trying, especially since sacrificing a ship meant if they all wanted room they'd have to share in the twins.

Prim squints at the three-man craft, eyeing it for detail and wondering if they could pilot it solo off the rip. If need be, he'd ditch her would-be assailants. A blue thumb points back up at the attack pod stuck in the stomach lining of the beast, throwing the gesture up with their free hand.

"You can use mine, but I'm piloting the other ship. Your loss for chasing me in here."
Prim still was rather standoffish, not ready to throw up themselves in defeat just because they had to work together this once. As far as they could tell, they could quickly just resume their mission once they got him in their ship, and the kashvar was having none of that.

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Prim settled on letting the other two do most of the legwork. Focusing less on them after they got his point and more on getting their own ship ready for the big takeoff. Prim flashed them a nod back as they worked with their explosives, slinking into the ship and checking on parameters and destination. Taking the moment they had alone with the ship to also look into private details surrounding the twins and where they fell in the whole hierarchy. They at least weren't third party bounty hunters by the looks of it.

"Get in."
The kashvar got the ship ready and swung it over to the pair after they attempted to blow smoke and force a discharge starts. Sweeping them up just before the whale sneezes them out. It wouldn't exactly be a space adventure without something more complicated arriving. As Prim handled the steering and aimed their ship back on route to Plant, only to get stopped by a powerful shaking coursing through the trio and their craft. Prim quickly read the warnings as to what was happening on screen, just as the twins both looked and confirmed what they were sensing to them.

"Pirates. Good, what do they want?"
Prim shot a glance at the two of them. "Anything valuable on the ship? Are your heads wanted?" It seemed like such an obvious move, seeing if their ship was even worth 'plundering' and convincing the pirates otherwise. But Prim had to get some details here to make that work.

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Prim would stare at the two long and hard for a moment. Wondering if they should just take the initiative to speak cordially with the pirates. A transmission hails the trio along as they are pulled into the larger ship's hangar on the broadside. A pirate named Jrunk is on point interrogating them immediately for booty. Before Prim could even usher a word out, Raiden just blurts out what group they are a part of. Like 'Yangcong's Group' sounds like enough of a deterrent to stop professional thieves.

"Maybe you SHOULDN'T just say who you are when asked. You never know who's doing the ASKING."
Prim nudged Raiden a little as the trio eventually were seized at the highest point of the hangar. Pirates swarming their craft on all sides. A few get a look inside to see how not impressed Prim is when looking them over. Individually, they'd probably be just a flick away from a knockout. Not that Prim was in top condition to fight literal hundreds.

"We don't have anything of value on this ship-"
Prim didn't know that, but it wasn't like it mattered. Raiden again pipes up, and Prim does the half-decent thing of smacking him upside the head. A glare shot to the side, the three weren't on the best of terms from the internal bickering. The pirates could see this clear as day.

"Are you dumb?"
Prim couldn't say the obvious part out loud, but it seemed like Raiden in particular REALLY wanted to be ransomed or something. Prim tried to do nothing else but scold him as the pirates check the ship.

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