Maul waves his hand dismissively, passing by the patrons and not outwardly sparing them a second glance, though privately he's fuming about how obvious they're all being; they will be properly disciplined when he returns. As much as he liked Sephiroth he didn't trust him; a small security detail was not uncalled for; good fighters all, or at least useful distractions should Sephiroth have planned for a fight, but their acting abilities left much to be desired.
It had been Diocletian who suggested them; Maul would be having words with his supposed employer about that.
"Yes, all already arranged." He says, his voice betraying none of the anger he feels at his minions' ineptitude. "I know you have matters of your own to attend to."
As they pass out of the cantina, Maul quickly takes them off the beaten path, through backallies, and quiet, dark streets. Despite the apparent danger, no one troubles them. At least once, coming down a street of what appears to be storage warehouses of some kind, a small group of local punks stand at the far end of the street. Their approach is noticed and for a moment a predatory look enters their eyes...but then just as quickly, some sort of realization hits them, and the two offworlders pass them by. They strenuously avoid meeting Maul's gaze.
Finally, the landing pad where the smuggler's (no use pretending it's otherwise, given what Maul has told about them) ship waits. It...well, it looks like a piece of junk, parts of multiple airships taken apart and welded together into an unsightly mess.
A human and a Bangaa wait next to the ramp. As they see the two approach, Maul holds a hand for Sephiroth to wait, and then approaches them alone. Maul produces a clip of cash, which the human passes to the Bangaa. There's a moment while the Bangaa flips through the gil, then he nods at the human, who turns and heads up the ramp, his partner following.
Having secured Sephiroth's passage, Maul waves him over. "It may not be the most comfortable ride, but these fellows know what they are doing. These ships are designed not to be noticed. Come, the Dream Width awaits." He turns and walks up the ramp to the ship.
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It had been Diocletian who suggested them; Maul would be having words with his supposed employer about that.
"Yes, all already arranged." He says, his voice betraying none of the anger he feels at his minions' ineptitude. "I know you have matters of your own to attend to."
As they pass out of the cantina, Maul quickly takes them off the beaten path, through backallies, and quiet, dark streets. Despite the apparent danger, no one troubles them. At least once, coming down a street of what appears to be storage warehouses of some kind, a small group of local punks stand at the far end of the street. Their approach is noticed and for a moment a predatory look enters their eyes...but then just as quickly, some sort of realization hits them, and the two offworlders pass them by. They strenuously avoid meeting Maul's gaze.
Finally, the landing pad where the smuggler's (no use pretending it's otherwise, given what Maul has told about them) ship waits. It...well, it looks like a piece of junk, parts of multiple airships taken apart and welded together into an unsightly mess.
A human and a Bangaa wait next to the ramp. As they see the two approach, Maul holds a hand for Sephiroth to wait, and then approaches them alone. Maul produces a clip of cash, which the human passes to the Bangaa. There's a moment while the Bangaa flips through the gil, then he nods at the human, who turns and heads up the ramp, his partner following.
Having secured Sephiroth's passage, Maul waves him over. "It may not be the most comfortable ride, but these fellows know what they are doing. These ships are designed not to be noticed. Come, the Dream Width awaits." He turns and walks up the ramp to the ship.