FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

~ The ship's captain reclined comfortably in her own folding chair, while the tiger sitting across from her was quite a bit less suited to his own. The air lock foyer to the ship was a soft hum of recharging and refueling connections to the station doing their thing around the steady lights above the folding table between them. The furniture was almost impressively rickity, as was the case for all the best locations of frank negotiation aboard the station.

~ The tiger's business pitch was a fairly straightforward affair, some amount of merchandise that needed to be in another location along with the salesman. The length of it interspersed with quick sips of his beverage of the pair resting on the table. For her matter, the kobold listened attentively while she carefully removed the sealing cord and lid of her drink. The captain had always regarded beverages as the best lubricant for proposals. An impatient feline stare settled down upon the kobold when the tiger was finished with his elocution.

~ For her first portion of reply, the kobold held out the palm of her hand to indicate delay. The second length of her reply was a prolonged glug of the entire can's contents in a single go. She hoped that going into the third portion of her reply that the tiger was now more aware of how much of a lightweight she was not; moreso than recognizing the stalling tactic for what it was.

~ "You sound to have some excellent goods and a fine plan. The problem on our end is that we're not bounty hunters." The tiger's whiskers twitched as confusion started to replace impatience.

~ "So, we don't have any interest in someone coming aboard who's got a bounty on them of...", the captain pointing to the nearby intercomm for the first officer to volunteer the fruits of their research, "...Fifty-seven thousand...", the captain resuming her command of the sentence once the particular number was provided, "...on their head."

~ The tiger's ears pinned back as his confusion was replaced with anger, mixing well with the already bountiful impatience. The kobold held out her palm again, as the tiger slowly rose to stand. She volunteered, "Before you start any trouble, we are friends with several bounty hunters who are docked in port right now."

~ The kobold stood, though not tall enough to meet his glare evenly, "I recommend you find another airlock to ragchew in, before my first officer finishes calling them up."