[Lumen]

"Shit they got out?  Well we can't leave em here but I have no idea what to do with em.  That one is marked... I don't wanna get mixed up with Creedus Maximus.  They aren't known for being too forgiving, especially to folks like Mantis and I.  If you guys don't have any other ideas I can see if my Boss can find a place for them."

Knives scratches his head, wondering what the hell to do.

[Csjarrat]

Dunk looked at you blankly.
Never heard of them mate. I take it they're not to be fucked with?
Seeing that their pleading was having no effect, their cries fell silent.
Pushing past Mantis and Dunk, they headed upwards, pushing past Knives as they tried to get out onto the deck area.
Dressed only in tattered remnants of Jeans and old t-shirts and armed only with the discharged cattle prod, they were not exactly equipped for the fighting the good fight.
You all felt sorry for them, but outside of sealing them inside a room and posting a guard on it, there wasn't much you could do to protect them other than knocking them out cold and dealing with them later. Unless....

___Mantis___
You felt your aura distort slightly as the tattooed girl pushed between yourself and Dunk. The subtle distortion was similar to what you felt when other 'awakened' passed close by. If she really did have the talent, then perhaps a watcher or a spirit could act as a middle-man, get a message to her or something. Maybe? Planning for failure, you trawled your imagination for ideas...
Your mind rushed back to a scene you saw in an old flat-trid...some hostages were kept in a chilling cabinet in a ships pantry, screwed over by the fact that it only opened from the outside. It was a shit film, one bloke chewing through hundreds of crew with only a pistol and less than thirty rounds, but the pantry idea had stuck out. At least they couldn't get out if the one onboard worked the same way.
They weren't exactly dressed for cold conditions, but it might... just might.. be an option. There was plenty of sheeting on the bunks in the two crew quarters that could keep them warm for a while. You knew if they ran into other crew members they'd almost certainly raise the alarm, and then you really would be in the shit.

___Lumen___
Your mind racing to various solutions, you figured that some of the loaders down at the docks would probably be able to speak the same tongue as these lasses did. Most were from the old Pan-europa block and spoke polish, czech, latvian or some other shit when they were unloading the incoming shipping, laughing and joking whenever 'Spurs or some other British club got their arses kicked in the Europa league by one of their lot.
Thinking of the Nav-map you saw, you figured that you should be in range of 'Trix signal from the mainland. It'd be messy, but a call to the family might just be able to get you a translator on the other end of the line.
Smith had said total radio silence, but if these lasses wandered into a crew member, the alarm would be raised and you'd have all hell breaking loose. With your fucked shoulder and Mantis' fucked leg, you could do with a quiet exit rather than another fucking bloodbath.

[Scawire]

Mantis seeing the girls fine decides to see if he can get his spirit he summoned back. Hey helper spirit this is Mantis you know the guy that called for your help. I was wondering can you be a middle man between me and this girl. When Mantis mentions the girl he puts a mental picture of the girl in his mind letting the spirit know who he is talking about. So little buddy how about it. Mantis hopes his spirit aid will be able to get the job done. Ok guys I think I might have an idea no clue if it will work but give me a few seconds to try something. Mantis decides to pull a cig out of his long coat pocket then sparks it up. Best get some nicotine in me now well I not being shot at. Mantis takes a look around to make sure he is not about to get shot at, you know how Murphy's law works, Mantis seems to be a poster boy for that law, especially when it comes to taking a boat ride.

[Csjarrat]

Ah, summoner.. Ordinarily, I wouldn't help someone of your profession more than I should, but I sense a decency in you that I don't in the others. Very well, I will assist you with this message. but you will owe me a favour, and I expect it to be fulfilled. What is your message?

[Scawire]

Mantis takes a drag from his smoke as he thinks over what the spirit said. Well they say never make a deal with a dragon, but doing it with a spirit can some times be just as bad. Well are you going to let me in on the favor before I agree, or an idea of what the favor will be. Mantis waits to see if he can have an idea of what kind of hell he will be getting himself into. Mantis takes a second drag from his smoke woundering if summoning a new spirit would be better.

[Csjarrat]

All I currently know is that it will be a relatively simple task. You have treated us well, and we will endeavour to treat you the same. Minimal danger

[Scawire]

Mantis's mind quickly ponders on the danger he is about to agree to walk into. Well little buddy you and your kind have aided me, I will agree to aid you with this task. Mantis takes a drag from his smoke and watches the smoke dance as he exhales into the air around him. Ok I'd like you to work as a middle man spirit for me and this girl Again making a mental image of the girl so the Spirit of Man knows who Mantis is talking about. This will be more then just one message. First let the girl know that the three of us will do what we can to aid them. Ask them to return bellow deck to join us so we can aid them. Oh ya let me know how this goes. Thanks again, I hope my future aid will help you out. With the dancing smoke before Mantis's eyes and the starting message given he decides to tell his 2 runner teammates what is happening. Well mates it seems I going to try to have my spirit help be our translator for the girls we rescued, might work I'll let you know. Mantis pulls back more sweet tasting smoke into his black lungs. Let see how this plays out might save us from having to deal with alarms the girls would have sounded.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
Very well. I will send word when this favour is needed
The tattooed girl seemed to be much more driven, having pushed past you and Dunk, she made her way towards the deck, Knives offering a little resistance on the stairway.
The spirit manifested next to her and began to speak, conversing at some length with it. She seemed comfortable with it, strangely so.
Perhaps Knives was right about her being with the 'Creed?..
The other girl who had been bound stood listlessly in the corridor, her wrists were red raw from her bondage and her face showed the yellowy tinges of old bruising mixed in with the new wounds.
Her hair was knotted and dishevelled and it was all she could do to remain upright with the violent pitching and rocking of the boat.
She looked glumly at you and Dunk, clearly looking for guidance. You got the idea that she was not related to the tattooed girl, they looked too different and the tatted lass seemed to be the headstrong one, heading off to the deck without checking on her companion.

___Lumen___
The marked girl tries to push past you as you block the stairway to the deck, her eyes widening a little as you try to hold her back.
She shoots you a mucky look that soon turns to one of curiosity. You sense something about her, that confirms your fears. She had the talent.
You could feel the slight distortion of your aura as you touched her, kind of like an itch you couldn't quite scratch at, somewhere outside your body.
The spirit manifested behind her, speaking in the same language she spoke.
She seemed comfortable, too comfortable in conversing with this shimmering, otherworldly entity.
Your heart began to beat hard in your chest, this was not good....

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
I told her you weren't crew on here and she believed me, but wants to know that she can trust you. She wants to know how you plan to get off this boat and where this boat actually is.

[Lumen]

With the spirit now holding the girl's attention Knives' hand rests on the hilt of his fineblade.  *Something is definitely up with this bird.  She's way too calm talkin to that spirit... even if she's a mojo slinger I think you'd be more cautious around one you didn't summon.*  He doesn't make any outwardly aggressive moves but keeps a close eye on the mage woman.

[Scawire]

Mantis knows this women may not just be an awakened lady but might be part of the crew there is still that chance. Tell her we have a plan, don't have all the details worked out right now. Let her know they would be safer if they stayed with us as we work out a way off the ship. Also ask her if she could tell you what got her on this ship in the first place. Mantis is still a bit unsure if she can be trusted. An awakened lady maybe an asset or a major liability all depends on who's side she really is on.

[Csjarrat]

The spirit nods in a sign of acceptance and converses with her again, seemingly fluent in her language.
She replies smoothly and calmly, despite her battered and bruised form.
She said she was in a nightclub in Warsaw talking to some smooth fellow and then next thing she knows, she woke up in the hold of a ship in a large cage. She said there were several cages, each with a couple of girls in them. She was released to "appease" those two gentlemen you disposed of and now she wants to get off this craft. She says she wants to know what your plan actually is

[Scawire]

Mantis takes in the information from the spirit. Hum, ok then. Mantis doesn't want to tip his hand but it seems the lady really wants to know what the plan is. With the last drag of his smoke he gives over the info to the spirit. Well tell her, our plan is to see if we can loot the ship then head to life boat and make our way to shore. Tell her one of us knows where we are located at sea and can direct us to land. Let me know what she thinks of the plan, hey she might have a better one. Mantis didn't want to tell her what was planed if she is on the sailor's side she would put the plan together just by fallowing the group.

[Csjarrat]

She looks at you askance, like you'd gone mad. she susses you out in turn, taking in your wounds and war-weary appearance.
You all figured what she was thinking. Were you up to this? Am I safer on my own?
She spoke to the spirit, this time short, snappy sentences.
Where are we? how far from land are we? which side of the ship is the coastline? translated the spirit

[Scawire]

Mantis knows Knives said something about the ships location but can't remember the details, maybe the pain in his leg was being to distracting. OK give me a second little spirit buddy Mantis turns to Knives Hey mate the girl wants to know what side land is on and just how far out this rust bucket of a ship is from shore. You know? Mantis throws his smoke to the floor and painfully kills it with his foot.