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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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FOR FUCK'S SAKE pretend I said five thousand pounds; I'm terrible at playing British characters

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[They'd lose some of their business during the war with Sabini's gang, but had managed to gain most of them back.]

They pay us, right, and we look out for their pubs.

LMAO CEE WOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOU

[plundering]

Yeah, makes sense.

[She nudges him gently.]

Explain how your gang works. I want to know if they're different than the ones on Pandora.

DON'T TATTLE

[devoutish]

We're a family gang. That doesn't mean every member is a Solomons, but we've headed it for a couple generations. We're all Jews; we're all from Camden Town.

I'm the boss now, which means they all answer to me. It's not a democracy, yeah? I make the decisions. I'll take input if I ask for it, but the final word is always mine.

TOO LATE

[plundering]

How big is your family?

LEAVE THIS PLACE

[devoutish]

Big. Parents, brothers, sisters, two living grandparents, aunts and uncles, more cousins than I could count.

you'd miss me too much tbh

[plundering]

[It's hard for her to imagine.]

Are most gangs family businesses where you're from?

ew

[devoutish]

A lot of 'em, yeah. That Italian I mentioned, Sabini - his is. That's another old crime family.

[plundering]

That doesn't happen a lot on Pandora—big, old crime families. Guess everything is too chaotic for it.

[devoutish]

Tell me how it works on Pandora.

[plundering]

Depends, I guess. There are organized gangs, like yours—I've had run-ins with a woman named Vallory who runs a gang that works that way. Her son works with her, but I don't know about the rest of her family. Some of the bandit gangs are more violent and unpredictable. They tend to shoot before dealing. Half of them were driven completely nuts, the other half are just ruthless. Most of those started after Dahl started to withdraw from the planet. Lots of convicts used for labor that were left behind without any resources, so they got desperate.

[devoutish]

Street gangs. Yeah. We've got some of those; they're mostly young kids.

[plundering]

I don't know if I'd call them street gangs. Some of them took over entire towns. Some of them are more like cults—they're obsessed with the vaults or... [She gestures vaguely.] Or whatever. Draw vault symbols everywhere, that kind of thing.

[devoutish]

Like Brian with his Xs.

[plundering]

Uh... yeah, I guess, but we grow up hearing about the vaults. Fairy tales, almost. You can't really go through a big town without seeing the symbol somewhere.

[devoutish]

Were you always interested in them, yourself?

[plundering]

Nah, not exactly. It always seemed like too much trouble, especially with Hyperion and Atlas after them.

[devoutish]

But you're interested now.

[plundering]

We found this little robot, Gortys, that Atlas made to find the Vault of the Traveller. It was hard not to be interested after that.

[devoutish]

And did you find it? Did you get all the treasure?

[plundering]

Nope. Not yet. Before I got here we ran into Vallory's gang and two vault hunters she hired. One of them knocked me out and then I woke up in this hellhole. We don't... have the best luck.

[devoutish]

Think you'll pick it up in time?

[plundering]

[She shrugs.]

I can't turn invisible or snipe someone from a thousand miles away. I'm not a siren, but I want to do it.

[devoutish]

A siren. Like Angel, with her glowing tattoos?

[plundering]

Yeah, like Angel. She told you about that?

[devoutish]

We ended up in the same house one night. We got to talking.