Asmodeus, logic and sense of justice out the window, was hoping this cat wasn't planning on doing anything to his friend. "What do you make of this, Asmodeus?" Asmo was snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? Oh yeah. Chances of fire and brimstone. Here's hoping you die holding sunscreen." Deo sighed, "I believe you and Sir Cancer would make excellent friends."
"... Let's just say, I don't even want to go back to such a place. But eventually... well, I probably will have to." Mortis gave a small chuckle at Alex's statement, but stayed silent.
Asmodeus got curious. He shifted into Alex. Half-sarcastically, he said, "Maybe I could go in your stead one of these days."
"Nice attempt. But trust me, unless you can disguise your life energy, then well... Someone would be able tell the difference." "And Gemini would probably get all angry and attempt to lock you in another dimension for an amount of time." "Don't you dare say his name, he'll just show up. He always shows up when his name is said."
"Forgive him. Being from somewhere else, I wouldn't expect him to know these things. I can explain western astrology to him later." "Sorry I don't know things."
"Well, I'll be leaving! I got some shipments to complete." Stahl walked out of the bar to the hangar. He walked into his ship, and started the engines. "Hmm. Not starting." He heard ticking in the back of the ship. He ducked for cover, and a boom shook the ship. A bomb. Someone had rigged his engine. Most likely a bounty hunter sent after him to stop his smuggling. Fortunately only the engine was destroyed. He walked back to the bar. "Well, it seems I'm stranded here... For a while..."
"... What happened?" Mortis speaks up. "Then there's the other saints, each which share a name with a constellation. Usually you have to 'earn' your way to wear the gold cloth. Unless you're like me, I was told to wear it. Gemini can go drown in a river." "Trust me, you don't want to see Gemini." "Psh, it's fine. What's old Green-hair going to do? Lock us in another dimension?" "Possibly."
"Well, someone set a bomb off in my ship. At least it was the engine. Albeit a 2,000,000 Credit engine, but nothing else was damaged."
"Ah! The legitimate businessman," Deo joked. He knew who he was, but his job wasn't to turn him in, so he wouldn't judge. "That is a drop in the bucket. I could buy you an engine, if you like." Meanwhile, Asmodeus had been paying attention to the saints. "So this seems like it's based on an old spiritual belief. Come to think of it, we do have something like that where I'm from, having to do with birth and stars, but it isn't very common."
"Truthfully, it doesn't happen that often either. The life span of a Saint in general can be hundreds of years." Mortis gave a small chuckle. "That's if they don't get killed. Which is a pretty common element when you fight Poseidon and Hades. Though the Gold Saints have always stayed relatively around the same age. Late teens to late twenties." Alex gave a small nod. "Truthfully the only ones to break that tradition were those that survived the battles against Hades and Poseidon."
"Adolph told me a little bit about Greek gods before. Poseidon is the god of the sea, and Hades is the god of the afterlife, right?" He was hoping he remembered right, but he was sure he did.
"It's not the price of the engine- It's the availability. Due to a problem in the warp core that can be exploited to prevent a ships logs from he transmitted. Perfect for a *ahem* legitimate business man like myself."
"Bingo." "Yeah. More or less." Alex turned to the businessman. "... So, there's probably only a handful like it then?"
"Correct. So, until I can... acquire another, I am grounded here." He turned to the barkeep. "I'll take a Nuclear Launch! Put it on my tab!"
Deo told the businessman, "That job is, unfortunately, on you." He had his contacts, as one would after a couple centuries, but even hammered, he knew better than to introduce a total stranger to another honest worker. He turned to Ryh, "Is there any chance I could have a coffee? Hot beverages have a strange habit of improving my vision." "Have you been seeing double this whole time? How do you function?" Deo ignored the question.
Mortis also turned to Ryh as he still hadn't ordered anything to drink. "Just give me the strongest thing you have." "... You always say that when you go drinking." "And I've handled it every time I do."
"Here you go, courier," Ryh said as he handed him his drink," go easy on these, they are extremely strong." Ryh chuckled a throaty laugh that spunded almost like a purr. He poured a simple white liquor into a tiny glass phial no larger than an eyedropper and handed it to Mortis, "That stuff is strong..for dragons, I think any more than that might kill you."
"Maybe he doesn't serve coffee." "Ah, I think I need to sleep anyway." Deo pulled out a strange smart device with holographic buttons and transferred the entire cost of both of their drinks to Ryh's business, along with a 50% tip. Clearly he could get into anything. "I still remember how to fly. We'll take your ride, I'll get you to Earth. Dull name for a planet, by the way." "You are the best. We're taking our leave then. Auf wiedersehen!" The two got up to leave.
