I have 5000 words of drafted spaceship theft. This takes place after that.
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"Congratulations, you have your ship." Entreri pulled out another wire from the weapons control panel and pointed at the bulletin that had flashed across all the cockpit displays. "Also, warrants for your arrest in three sectors."
The image was grainy, clearly pulled from a soldier's helmet-cam, but Jarlaxle wasn't hard to recognize. He peered at the display critically, tapping his chin.
Then, what Entreri had said sank in. Jarlaxle raised an eyebrow at his -- guide? unwilling accomplice? partner? -- at the human and tilted his head in curiosity.
"Warrants for my arrest?" He tapped the display, zooming in on the other grainy picture, the one that showed Entreri. "Unless that's a particularly dour statue, I believe we're in this together."
It was such an odd turn of phrase that Jarlaxle was very tempted to repeat it. Entreri rolled his eyes. "I was not foolish enough to introduce myself, so their other warrant is for an anonymous human."
"And there are already warrants out for you in more than three sectors already?" Jarlaxle guessed at the other reason Entreri might be blase about this development. Entreri eyed him for a moment, then shrugged, as seemed to be the reaction every time Jarlaxle revealed how much information he'd dug up on Calimpshan.
"Well, if we wish to keep this ship long enough to destroy anything interesting, we will need to get the weapons unlocked." Jarlaxle leaned against the panel and looked down at Entreri, who was surrounded by pieces of the system.
"If you wish to do this yourself, you are welcome to."
"No, I'm more than pleased by your work. Simply curious about how long it will take." The stealth system was what had drawn him to this ship, but there was no denying that the plasma cannons were very, very pretty. But unless Entreri could get around the security systems locking them, they were nothing more than expensive hull decorations.
"Faster if you would help." Entreri held a bundle of plastic-coated wires out to him, not looking away from the panel he'd pulled out. "Strip these."
Jarlaxle grinned and put a hand to his belt in delight. "Now? Abbil, if you needed moral support you could have just asked."
Entreri did look at him then, and Jarlaxle enjoyed how bad humans were at hiding their emotional reactions. "The wires, Jarlaxle. Strip the casing off the wires. And keep your clothes on."
what does Artemis have to say about stealing the spaceship?
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"Congratulations, you have your ship." Entreri pulled out another wire from the weapons control panel and pointed at the bulletin that had flashed across all the cockpit displays. "Also, warrants for your arrest in three sectors."
The image was grainy, clearly pulled from a soldier's helmet-cam, but Jarlaxle wasn't hard to recognize. He peered at the display critically, tapping his chin.
Then, what Entreri had said sank in. Jarlaxle raised an eyebrow at his -- guide? unwilling accomplice? partner? -- at the human and tilted his head in curiosity.
"Warrants for my arrest?" He tapped the display, zooming in on the other grainy picture, the one that showed Entreri. "Unless that's a particularly dour statue, I believe we're in this together."
It was such an odd turn of phrase that Jarlaxle was very tempted to repeat it. Entreri rolled his eyes. "I was not foolish enough to introduce myself, so their other warrant is for an anonymous human."
"And there are already warrants out for you in more than three sectors already?" Jarlaxle guessed at the other reason Entreri might be blase about this development. Entreri eyed him for a moment, then shrugged, as seemed to be the reaction every time Jarlaxle revealed how much information he'd dug up on Calimpshan.
"Well, if we wish to keep this ship long enough to destroy anything interesting, we will need to get the weapons unlocked." Jarlaxle leaned against the panel and looked down at Entreri, who was surrounded by pieces of the system.
"If you wish to do this yourself, you are welcome to."
"No, I'm more than pleased by your work. Simply curious about how long it will take." The stealth system was what had drawn him to this ship, but there was no denying that the plasma cannons were very, very pretty. But unless Entreri could get around the security systems locking them, they were nothing more than expensive hull decorations.
"Faster if you would help." Entreri held a bundle of plastic-coated wires out to him, not looking away from the panel he'd pulled out. "Strip these."
Jarlaxle grinned and put a hand to his belt in delight. "Now? Abbil, if you needed moral support you could have just asked."
Entreri did look at him then, and Jarlaxle enjoyed how bad humans were at hiding their emotional reactions. "The wires, Jarlaxle. Strip the casing off the wires. And keep your clothes on."