OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[tougher]

How could it be worse?

[She could think of a lot of ways, actually, but Fiona has a hard time believing that Rhys really believes there is a worse fate for him than what is currently occurring. He's Hyperion without an umbrella cocktail and without rose colored glasses.

It doesn't get worse than that. Right?]

[hackjack]

Well you're not dead, so that's generally a good place to start. [Scoffing, one eye (his cybernetic one at that) opens to catch a glimpse of her from where he's sitting. He might not be whining about it, but it's hot, he's dirty, and he honestly can't remember the last time he was ever this tired. Pulling seven day work weeks was less grueling.]

[tougher]

[The almost predictable answer. She scoffs, genuinely, and let's her head rest backwards again...enough for her eyes to drift closed.]

Yeah, that'd be a tough break for you wouldn't it?

[She still has a hard time conceiving how Rhys and Vaughn actually managed to find August without any real injuries -- Vaughn especially.]

So. How long have you known the short one?

[hackjack]

For Sasha, actually. [Which is pointed enough when he sits up long enough to angle a look her way. Vaughn and Yvette are as close as anyone gets to being his family, and some part of him feels guilty for where they've wound up, voluntarily or not.

He shouldn't have asked Yvette for more when she was already being watched - now there's no real chance to tell her.] But whatever.

We go back a ways. Hyperion's not a company ladder you climb over night, and too many people in it are making the same leap at the same time. It can get nasty. A little cutthroat. Having someone behind you that you can trust...I dunno, it helps.

Vaughn's a good guy.

[tougher]

[God.

This guy doesn't make any sense. Hearing him hone in on Sasha makes her go a bit tight shouldered, but its brief. She's trained herself out of showing prolonged displays of emotion like that -- it made it too easy to pinpoint weaknesses. She cared about Sasha, and she had cared about Felix. They were her family.

She doesn't really want to talk about them to a corporate Hyperion stooge, but he had potentially saved her life and seemed to be honestly relaying his feelings about people he trusted.]

Sasha doesn't need me.

[Short, pointed and without hint of how she feels about her sister's independence from her. Not a true compromise, but it was something other than silence.]

He looks up to you. Vaughn.

[It was kind of cute, in its own way. It didn't take rocket science to see that Vaughn had a vested interest in seeing Rhys close his deal with that vault key, though she is certain not all of his desires were completely altruistic.]

[hackjack]

Well yeah, I make an excellent role model. [He's the headliner. The front man. The closer and-- you know, just about everything else involving a spotlight and some serious class. But unlike those other assholes crawling around Helios, Rhys keeps himself a cut above the rest by not forgetting they're a team-- that's what heroes do, right?]

[tougher]

[Fiona smirks very easily and says nothing for a few moments. She might have agreed if she had any business to judge, but she doesn't really. Not that it stops her.]

I'm doubting you fit that mold when it comes to your people, or you wouldn't still be down here.

[Her legs cross.]

[hackjack]

Oh yeah? Well you'd be wrong. [With maybe a touch more personal offense tacked on than anything necessary or subtle, arms folding across the span of his chest all fuss and pride and something else too hard to scrape up without context.] One guy-- one-- is my problem right now, and I was about to screw him over with that deal.

Before it was a fake, I guess.

[tougher]

[Its hard not to smirk -- not because she had gotten under his skin with the comment, but because everyone had managed to fall hook, line, and sinker for her dupe vault key. But the smirk is brief. After all, it hadn't really worked and at the end of the day Felix had every intention of dumping her and Sasha at the end of it all.

There's really nothing to be proud of.]

Well, it wasn't really meant for you. It was meant for that Vasquez guy.

[hackjack]

You're not wrong about that. Phony for a phony. [Meaning if you guessed he's currently laughing smugly at his own joke, you're right. There's something satisfying-- even miles away from the cool, air-conditioned sanctity of Helios-- about coming up with a solid slam on the guy.

After all, what was Vasquez gonna do? Fire him?]

[tougher]

[Her eyes roll, but it coaxes a smile out of her that she is very obviously trying to hold back. She is still a little bitter -- there was a lot of money on the table.]

If you woulda left it alone, he'd probably be flying out up there in space by now.

[There's a pause. She thinks about the case, and the bomb it had been equipped with. Her mind runs back to Vasquez, and then to Felix, and then to the whole of the operation.

Her curiosity gets the better of her.]

...were you really gonna pay them?

[hackjack]

[It's a question he doesn't expect: brows furrowing briefly as his head quirks to one side. He'd never really thought about it, screwing them over. Probably because if it worked, Hyperion wouldn't have cared where the money went, just that they had another vault key in their hands. His vault key.] Well yeah. Maybe not if August tried to murder us after we handed over the case, but it was a business deal. And he didn't seem the type.

For a-- pretty standard Pandoran thug, anyway.

Besides, blowing up the case wouldn't put the money back in our hands, either.

[tougher]

What's ten million to Hyperion? I guess.

[Ten freakin' million dollars, and it was gone. Life-changing money, gone. At least, it was life-changing to people like her and Sasha.]

Awkward. She pulls up her knees and folds her arms across her chest, suddenly in need of a topic change.]

We should get going. Bandits are going to be looking for them...and us.

[hackjack]

Hey, it's a lot to me too. [Right now. Once they get back, sky's the limit: cars, high end fashion, gourmet every day-- having a map like the one they're holding onto? Priceless. Figuratively.] We'll change that, though.

[He's already climbing to his feet (reluctantly at first, and then less so at the mention of Vaughn and Sasha) feeling winded and tired and hungrier than he ever thought he'd be. How they're going to even navigate in this mess aside from using Helios as some general waypoint is beyond him: wide-range contact with Vaughn might not even work if the pair don't know where they are.]

[tougher]

"We"?

[Its not a real question -- she imagines the 'we' just kind of slipped in there. Hyperion has nothing for her. She's a Hyperion and Pandoran menace alike.

She follows Rhys into a standing position, holding her head to ensure she doesn't fall over from dizziness. In truth, they have no leads. They could be at this for days.]

Can you contact Vaughn if we get close enough to him?

[hackjack]

Yeah, 'we'. Unless we're not fifty-fifty in this. [He purses his lips. Shrugs, picking a direction to start walking in.] I mean I'll take 70/30 in my favor. Your call.

And probably. I can contact him now, but that doesn't mean I can track his signal without pinging the system. Might help if we both figure out where we are first.

[tougher]

I think your math needs some work, fancypants.

[There's a long pause as she glances for a high point to better figure out where the bandits are currently moving.]

Call him, get some landmarks, I'll get a direction.

[And before he can protest, she's taking off for the shorter cliff-face nearest them. It won't take her long to get her bearings, but they'll have to move on foot.

It won't be until after he's touched base with his partner that she drops to the ground with a heavy 'thud'. She holds back from asking about her sister.]

Nobody's chasing us anymore, but I'd guess that's because sundown is probably going to hit in a few hours.

[hackjack]

Excuse you, my math is perfect and so is my binary. [Two hundred percent matter-of-fact as he moves off in a different direction towards one sand-heaped slope nearby. It takes a little while - a little finagling with the installed transmitter and waiting for a locked response - but they manage a call without getting plucked off the air by Assquez or some other low-level Hyperion stooge working under his dime. Whether or not it's intentional...Rhys isn't really sure.

Either way, within the span of fifteen minutes he's crawling back down where they'd split off.]

Fiona!!

[tougher]

[The dizziness has burned off, and Fiona has made certain to pick up the empty SMG to travel with in case they tripped on some ammo. She drops off the last cliff face to meet Rhys half-way.]

Did you find them?

[hackjack]

Ehh, sort of. [It's not necessarily a dodgy answer, just...unhelpful. Once the distance between them's closed Rhys smears a hand down along the side of his trousers, fingers flexing idly.] They said they're at the foot of a plateu. Found an old abandoned bandit cache and are keeping their heads down.

I just, uh-- can't get a fix on them without risking someone else listening in.

[tougher]

Well if it was easy, we'd be there already.

[She considers their layout options before gesturing passed him toward the opposite direction.]

We'll start out that way. We've got a fifty fifty chance of the bandit volume increasing after sundown, and I know the idea of sleeping on the ground would absolutely horrify you.

[hackjack]

Yeah, ha ha, very funny. I'm fine. I'll be fine if it means we'll get through this without getting eaten alive. [An argument that doesn't stop him from following her lead without any more prompting or pressing. Heels in sand-- heels full of sand-- but hey, that's Pandora, right? He's learning.

He's got this.]

[tougher]

Doubt it. Pandora gets chilly at night, y'know.

[But steady they go, following the signal. Once the sun really begins to disappear and the stars take over the sky, she speaks up again:]

Bet you ten dollars you don't last one hour without complaining about it.

[hackjack]

You don't have ten dollars. [Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, one brow purposefully raised.]

[tougher]

I will before the hour is up.

[Because there's no way Rhys isn't gonna fold into sobbing about how cold it is. Or, there was the alternative, which is hummed out innocently after just a few long seconds:]

Checked your pockets recently?