The Lost Nausicaan

[Byblos 0]

Byblos opened his eyes, noting the inability to move his arms and legs. Bound by binders of metallic type he was Deprived of mobility on a crude slab bench which he was obviously placed on.

 

Lots of lifting that would of required.

 

A quick visual by his refocused eyes revealed a detainment cell with no obvious indicators of who had locked him up. The cell had an a single door, of what appeared to be forged of a very thick metal. The cell was about two meters wide and three meters in length. The room looked of solid metal with featuring only a a dome providing dim light. Visible on the ceiling, were thin slits which could provide air or something else.

 

Clearly whoever held him knew what they were doing. But what the heck was he doing to get here. Oh yes trying to divert some warehouse security guards attention from the rest of the groups extraction..to look like the troublemaker that the old man with the cane was pointing at. Being an amateur who tripped an alarm, and went to pry some parts off another warehouse door to make it look real.

 

"Stupid Pet`aQ." Byblos muttered aloud. No doubt heard by someone observing him. Somewhere.

 

Damage Control.

 

The Nausicaan clearly ruled out anything on him as an obvious giveaway to his teammates except his cheap constructed COMM device. But it was of common make and did not store data unless told to, which he never did. Then something else came to him as he counted his tusks with his tongue. The name he provided in checking into this web earlier. "Byblos, and I work for Pher."

 

Dumb, very dumb big guy, You've compromised Pher. The only smart thing you had done was dispose of the ID provided to him earlier. That would be somewhere down the sink in Argyle's Safehouse.

Argyle. Another person you are linked to, along with Samus and maybe that little vole named Gilmo.

 

It was no wonder why the male members of his race had a lifespan usually of about 20-25 years. Stupidity, and violence unchecked. That was why Nausicaans were viewed by many as a failed race. Byblos was well into his thirties. That was mostly thanks to what his father taught him after he was expelled from the home, per Nausicaan custom at age 13.

 

Byblos was able to stay out of trouble for a long time on Tranquility, mainly because of two things. His desire and ability to kill witnesses to his crimes; and his genius ally Vargros who could disable just about any security/surveillance system he found himself against. The ideal guy to have cover your tracks.

 

This new job on the Qob was going to get him killed.

 

Byblos no longer was given the means to dispose of his opponents at will, and someone to clean up the mess. He would not blame his current employer for leaving him to rot in this well made cell. Manning had been smart not to keep Byblos totally informed on things. This plus, his obvious inability to adjust to his new job of doing things...clean.

 

If Byblos did get out of this cell alive, by some miracle and he was reunited with the team. He would have to talk to Joe about just guarding the ship. Clearly his simple kill at will methodology of the past would no longer work. The team did not have a slicer to cover their tracks from unwanted attention like his missing friend Vargros.

 

But whose custody was he now in? Local Gular Security? Gilmo's? The Guardians and Marshall Savoy? The last was truly an unpleasant thought.

 

Byblos tested the restraints binding him. Whoever was holding him, knew how to handle a Nausicaan with ease. And that was a disturbing thought.