<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Minzi.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Meridian.jpg)</div><strong>Minzi Arkhausen and Meridian</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xhczfRrIxRCP7irRm1mmzvHdA0Zk83NwdbJm9fNqKh8/edit)<br/><br/>Minzi gave a little sigh.  She had to confess--if only to herself--that the idea of mowing the man down with laser fire and magic missiles was entirely too apealing.<br/><br/>She glanced down at her familiar, who was licking her fingers clean again, "You're rubbing off on me, Meridian."<br/><br/>She gave Elloise a look of exagerated boredom, "Nah.  We can't ask him questions if we assasinate him."  Leaning forewards a little, she added, "I mean, why would this guy want us all on that ship, anyway?  I hacked some senstiive systems, exposed some emberassing secrets, and stole a little credit from people who wouldn't really miss it.  How did<em>that</em>get me sent across space to that oubliette?  And if a slave merchant were going to exert influence on my sentence, shouldn't he have had me sentenced to a collar and a brand, and getting added to his specialty stock, rather than getting sent to that prison?"<br/><br/>The young mage looked back at Xanathe.  “He's exercising pressure on some outer rim planets?  What's he pressuring them to do, and what is it specificity they want us to do about it?”