Silver Knuts

Up close, they were even more horrifying. The Servitors were haphazardly assembled corpses, powered and enhanced by necromancy and cybernetics. Sometimes a single Servitor would be comprised of hundreds of different people, muscles lined with metallic fibers or armor placed under the skin. Their only saving grace was the heavy amount of clothing they wore, making them seem almost human from far away. However Abigail was in the four arms of one of them, and up close, these things looked like they were the result of some kind of twisted mortician's morbid hobby.

Integra had already re-purchased what Abigail had pawned off in an attempt to get money for her escape. He was browsing the wares, thinking whether or not he could do anything with some of the odds and ends here, perhaps pick up something cute for Omnia. He didn't expect Abigail to run, but just in case he had placed a few nanites on her, in order to keep track of her should she attempt a hasty exit.

There were smelling salts back on board the Frigate if he needed to rouse Abigail sooner, but for now he was content to peruse the quaint little town and wait for her to regain consciousness naturally. It wouldn't be professional if she came to face to face with a Servitor and fainted again. Funny, but not professional.

Abigail awoke to find herself in the arms of a true nightmare, and fainted again.

When she woke up, again, the nightmare had remained, but the shock had worn off so instead of fainting she was still and silent in horror. What was going on? She diverted her eyes to look around the rest of the room. Memories swam back. She was in Silver Knuts, the shop she had just pawned the Ruby Robin Hat Pin to.

How much trouble was she in?

"Oh, do help!" Abigail cried out weakly to the shopkeeper, hoping somewhere in her heart that this was all a misunderstanding and perhaps these were villains. The shopkeeper simply frowned, turning his attention back to Integra. Money talked, thieves could walk.

"Darling she's awa.... Oh... Never mind." The synthesized voice of the Ship's A.I. crackled into life, from a speaker on the Servitor carrying Abigail. The start sent her right back into unconsciousness and Integra had to suppress a chuckle. "Yup, very funny, very unprofessional." He went back to perusing the wares, finally deciding to purchase a unique looking amulet, made of Emerald. Before he started to leave, however, Abigail regained consciousness and managed a few words, crying to the Shopkeep for help, as Integra placed his new Emerald Pendant around his neck.

"Where I'm from we cut the hands off thieves. Lucky for you, rest of the Universe is a bit more civilized." He raised an open, gloved palm and the Servitor set Abigail down. "You're a smart lass, don't try to run. My crew is trigger-happy." He hooked a thumb over to the other two robotic undead, each carrying a heavily modified rifle.

He started out the door of Silver Knuts, motioning for Abigail to follow. "I have a warrant for your arrest. Walk with me. Talk with me. One of two ways this goes down, and I have a strong hunch you have a preference for one over the other." He thought about it; it'd be easy enough to let Abigail go as he already had what she'd stolen, and really, no harm no foul. Plus, she didn't really fit the criminal bill, and he didn't exactly need the money. She'd better have an excellent excuse...

Sabnach has arrived, coming from Copper Lane.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the south vanishes.

Sabnach has left the area, heading west into Copper Lane.