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Ridley’s gaze narrowed to slits as he perched on a rounded chair. His throne was impressive, meant to show the prestige and power of his rule with the Xenomorphs he had personally killed.
His personal perch was a rounded thing, strong enough to hold Ridley’s weight as he Dug into it with all four talons, and pliant enough beneath his claws to be of comfort. It also forced Ridley to stand up straighter, something which left him standing yet taller than before as Ghost walked into the darkened room, Ridley’s eyes glowing within the darkness.
“Lord Ridley.” Ghost introduced himself with a short bow. He did have more respect than Lilith, more poise, and more sanity - though that could always be hidden, Ridley knew. Still, his information seemed to indicate that Ghost was merely a competent, quiet and dedicated assassin. The man wasn’t too difficult to look up, though finding more than rumours of his presence often was.
“You are known to me, assassin.” Ridley replied. “You are competent enough to gain a reputation. If I understand your bank account correctly-”
“You looked in my bank account?” Ghost asked, shocked, but not horrified.
“Doctor Octavius looked in your bank account.” Ridley replied. “You are underpaid.”
Ghost slid his weight to one hip, as he crossed his arms. “...Are you saying you’ll be different?” He asked, and were it not for a complete lack of arrogance in tone Ridley would have considered discipline. This one was rather innocent - more of a sense for murder than politics, he expected.
Ridley instead leaned forward. “An army fights on it’s stomach. Pirates are a bottomless pit.”
“Lilith didn’t make you out to be interested in philosophy.”
“Lilith is a hedonist and a pervert.” Ridley replied, expecting that to answer the question.
“But you keep her around?”
“She is WYVERN. And She gets results.”
Ghost seemed to tilt his head, as he thought about that. “I’m interested in the job, but what does being WYVERN mean then, Lord Ridley? All I know about your aims is that you’re a pirate. What are your goals? Dreams?”
Ridley thought about it. “Your boss.”
“...Claudio?”
“-Is a pig.”
Ghost’s head tilted harder, as Ridley gave an irritated snort.
“Power, decisions, influence, all belong to the strong. Those who invest. The crossroads’ worlds are filled with the opposite. Those who do nothing to secure their power control it. I despise it. Those who are born with the strength and will to shape their future are held back by a society interested in defending the stupid, weak and infirm. That children often hold thrones under no other reason than bloodline, or that Claudio’s head remains on his shoulders, disgusts me.”
Ghost’s body posture seems to relax as he thought the statements through. “...I’d always assumed you were interested in money.”
“I am interested in power. The power to shape the galaxy. But I grasp it with my own talons. I do not do it to grow fat and complacent.” Ridley replied. “I will remake this system into something stronger with my own teeth.”
Ridley craned his neck. “But for now, I’ve a job for you. Consider it a test run. A way to feel out WYVERN.” The dragon offered, his grin growing sinister as Ghost shifted just a half step backwards.
“...what do you want me to do after that antimatter heist.”
“Alone, or with help, bring me Claudio’s fortune… and his severed head.”
His personal perch was a rounded thing, strong enough to hold Ridley’s weight as he Dug into it with all four talons, and pliant enough beneath his claws to be of comfort. It also forced Ridley to stand up straighter, something which left him standing yet taller than before as Ghost walked into the darkened room, Ridley’s eyes glowing within the darkness.
“Lord Ridley.” Ghost introduced himself with a short bow. He did have more respect than Lilith, more poise, and more sanity - though that could always be hidden, Ridley knew. Still, his information seemed to indicate that Ghost was merely a competent, quiet and dedicated assassin. The man wasn’t too difficult to look up, though finding more than rumours of his presence often was.
“You are known to me, assassin.” Ridley replied. “You are competent enough to gain a reputation. If I understand your bank account correctly-”
“You looked in my bank account?” Ghost asked, shocked, but not horrified.
“Doctor Octavius looked in your bank account.” Ridley replied. “You are underpaid.”
Ghost slid his weight to one hip, as he crossed his arms. “...Are you saying you’ll be different?” He asked, and were it not for a complete lack of arrogance in tone Ridley would have considered discipline. This one was rather innocent - more of a sense for murder than politics, he expected.
Ridley instead leaned forward. “An army fights on it’s stomach. Pirates are a bottomless pit.”
“Lilith didn’t make you out to be interested in philosophy.”
“Lilith is a hedonist and a pervert.” Ridley replied, expecting that to answer the question.
“But you keep her around?”
“She is WYVERN. And She gets results.”
Ghost seemed to tilt his head, as he thought about that. “I’m interested in the job, but what does being WYVERN mean then, Lord Ridley? All I know about your aims is that you’re a pirate. What are your goals? Dreams?”
Ridley thought about it. “Your boss.”
“...Claudio?”
“-Is a pig.”
Ghost’s head tilted harder, as Ridley gave an irritated snort.
“Power, decisions, influence, all belong to the strong. Those who invest. The crossroads’ worlds are filled with the opposite. Those who do nothing to secure their power control it. I despise it. Those who are born with the strength and will to shape their future are held back by a society interested in defending the stupid, weak and infirm. That children often hold thrones under no other reason than bloodline, or that Claudio’s head remains on his shoulders, disgusts me.”
Ghost’s body posture seems to relax as he thought the statements through. “...I’d always assumed you were interested in money.”
“I am interested in power. The power to shape the galaxy. But I grasp it with my own talons. I do not do it to grow fat and complacent.” Ridley replied. “I will remake this system into something stronger with my own teeth.”
Ridley craned his neck. “But for now, I’ve a job for you. Consider it a test run. A way to feel out WYVERN.” The dragon offered, his grin growing sinister as Ghost shifted just a half step backwards.
“...what do you want me to do after that antimatter heist.”
“Alone, or with help, bring me Claudio’s fortune… and his severed head.”