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"About that." Bruce speaks up. "As you probably know, the mercs that tried to sneak onto my ship were killed after being captured, and the people guarding them got penned as well. I saw the bodies afterward and I can tell you for sure that they were done in by a psion of some sort, and not a weak one."
"After my powers developed way back when, I looked into psionics a bit. Telepaths arn't uncommon, and I don't mean the sort of mental conversations that you do all the time, Yeb. I mean the sort of telepath to which your brain is door which doesn't even have a lock on it."
"Even if this information was an exaggeration, we shouldn't discount the idea that someone had the information plucked out of their heads without ever knowing it."
“Oh what wickedness,” the pleasure devil sympathetically exclaims, pursing her lips.
“With such ruffians causing a fuss, no wonder you are shy about new guests aboard your ship, captain. Have you any specific suspects in mind as the root of this malice? Perhaps a powerful psion from your past that might well collaborate with the likes of Xanthus?”
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"I am Sh'Chaad the Black. It seems, Cutters, that I have been hired to aid you in tracking down your foe. I am not sure yet what the pay scale will be, but I'm sure the arrangement will prove satisfactory to all concerned. Well, all but the target. Of course, all of this is negotiable, and if one of the parties is not satisfied, negotiations will continue, yes?"
~“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Sh’Chaad.”~ The brachina devil nods politely.
~“I believe you had some affiliations with my falxugon predecessor, yes? Feel assured that this business arrangement can continue seamlessly, though any terms you two may have established can be readily renegotiated if you so desire once the present situation has been resolved.”~