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Part of Silas figured they could tell something was wrong with him, and he appreciated that Adira would try and give him a topic he'd be able to talk about without thinking too much of anything else. "Well, I noticed one of the light fixtures flickered approximately thirty two seconds after being turned on, so I got that fixed this morning. I also made sure I could manually reach some of the more important machinery behind the blast walls in my quarters, so that way if my work is needed immediately, I don't need to find a loose panel to access them. Lastly I... Uh, ripped apart my ceiling to redo a few things, nothing major though." Silas continued to rant on about even the smallest concerns he noticed on board the new ship, but after about an essays worth, he smiled slightly, realizing she had successfully gotten him to momentarily forget his worries. "Also - I don't think I asked. What's the ships name?"
 
Argus made sure he was presentable before he exited the medical room. Argus figure the doctor had a lot to work on considering his body was a mess. “Dr. Mako, if you don’t mind I will let myself out. If you need a fallow up just let me know. I know my medical condition is overwhelming for most doctor when they first meet me. Anyway, have a nice day doctor and try not to work too hard.” With that Argus exited the med bay.

Argus began to walk through the ships corridors and look over reports filed through his tablet. He began to whistle as he walked and stop outside Michael’s room. The man had the door wide open and seemed to be engrossed in his rifle and armor. he knocked light outside of Michael’s to signal his presence. “hello their Michael. How us our resident sniper doing this fine day?” Killershard Killershard theunderwolf theunderwolf
 
"Your resident sniper is doing wonderful today Argus, thanks for asking." At the time Argus had rounded the corner to ask the question, Michael had been looking through a lens towards the other side of the room, something on his face giving away he wasn't pleased with the results of whatever the lens was supposed to be doing. He set it down hastily after that though, realizing that a person meant he had to actually be sociable, and he actually didn't have much important going on at the moment, so why not.
He stood up, walking over with his arms crossed "How's our local communications and logistics man doing today? Have a fun time at the doctors?" He snickered, not intending anything serious out of the comment, just meaning for a joke to get the conversation going
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Lydia walked through the medbay, going through the small collection of medicine quietly and quickly to try avoid disturbing whomever was there. She didn't even notice the specific people, just grabbed one dose of what Silas needed, dropped it in a small plastic bag, and was on her way to the canteen. She paused for half a moment in the doorway upon seeing Sam and Adira also, but simply waved at them then promptly walked over and handed Silas the small bag of medication. She had half a mind to sit down with them, at least for a snack or even a meal since Sam was cooking, but she thought Silas's anxiety wouldn't benefit from tension, regardless of whom it as between.
 
Adira had listened to Silas's rambling with a slight, amused smile. At least one thing she was still good at was communicating with her crew. As to the name of the ship, she answered him, "The Auxilium. Not my choice, but there it is." When Lydia showed up, Adira looked at the bag of medicine with a slightly raised eyebrow, but decided not to question it. Everyone needed meds at some point, so it was no big deal. But what had caused Silas to practically go into a complete panic attack was the question? They might have to watch to make sure whatever it was didn't happen again, especially not when they were doing something important like a mission.
 
Elias shrugged at the last question, or questions. "Normal, I supposed. There hasn't been anything specific that has made me happy or sad. Well, actually, I guess excited would be more accurate, you know? Not exactly happy, but not sad either. That feeling in between nervousness at something new and curiosity." As he kept talking he grew more energetic and had to stop himself from babbling anymore. He knew it was the patient that had to do most of the talking, but the doctor had to at least get a word in sometime.

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“I’m glad to hear you doing well. Personally, I’m quite pleasant today, thank you.” The fun time comment didn’t slip by argus and decided to be cheeky. “ I tend to always have fun, with anyone willing. After all my parent taught me to make most out of any situation.” He let out a small chuckle but then continued on. “Other then the medical exam and the psychological evaluation coming up. My day has been pretty lack luster if I’m honest. I assume you must be excited about having the new weapons specialist on the team, though. It give you some to take weaponry with.” Argus lean against the door frame, their was a slight pained look on his face. He couldn’t remember if he’d taken his pain medication today. Argus looked past Micheal, at his gun that he through down in a haste. “I couldn’t help but to notice, that you were pleased with you gun. Is their something wrong with it?”
 
Taking out a big, shiny new plate from the cupboards, Sam put some of the already finished food on it. Mostly salad, a light soup and toast as the main part of the lunch was still simmering in a big pan not quite finished. When Lydia had entered the room and handed a bag of medicines to Silas he had carefully avoided eyecontact with her, mostly pretending she wasn't there and keeping his fear artificially hidden. It did however serve as a reminder he still had a check up left, even if he was cleared medically as much as he could currently be.
Adding the last of the ingredients to his dish, all it needed was a low simmer for a while, asking Adira if she could stir it every once in a while so it didn't burn. When that was set, he had gone to find Richmond, until he found him finishing up with Elias. Leaning in the doorway he just waited for the two to finish up, closing his hearing so he wouldn't listen in on anything private. Instead he just crossed his arms and lousily checked out the interior of the ship making note of any spot he'd need to make sure got cleaned during the night.

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Silas was tapping his foot on the floor and his fingers playing with the gears by the time Lydia showed up. "Oh, hello." He said blandly, not sure if they were on a first name basis or not. Then, of course, he began to wonder if there even was such a thing - after all, they were shipmates, so why wouldn't they be? He called everyone else by their name, not their profession. Silas realized, like most things, that he was looking too far into it. Silas glanced at the medicine and said, "I'll take these when I get back to my room, thank you." His nervousness had quelled considerably from when he had first seen Lydia, but he still took the medicine in case he needed them some other time. His talk with Adira and the way she allowed him to steer the conversation into a territory he was familiar with did wonders for his sanity. He'd have to thank her some time for it, although he wasn't good with words. So, he assumed he'd just find something of value to give her, maybe even just some currency as payment.
 
Acura nodded to Sam when he asked her to stir the food once in a while. She didnt know much about cooking decent food, but she could figure out when to stir something. She glanced at Lydia, then Silas again, then back to her food and returned to slowly eating. She couldnt think of something to talk about, really, since Silas seemed calm enough now. All she could think to say was, "Why don't you take a seat, Silas?" He seemed uncomfortable, but he wasn't having a near panic attack again, so that was good in her book.
 
Returning he smile, Sam tapped the side of his head with two fingers of his functional hand. Although he had been pretty out of it when they first talked, it was hard to miss the clues to being that drugged up. Still, he felt Richmond had genuinely tried to help him in that moment, and even though he was a cynical, rude prick, he wasn't so bad that he couldn't appreciate the effort of it all.
"Just a psych evaluation, like everyone else, I guess my room is free, if we want to follow this particular trend." His smile turning more mischievous he pointed towards the door of Elias's room.
"Oh, and I know it can be a bit confusing, but the title 'Psych' doesn't stand for psychedelics." Of course, whatever respect was earned by being helpful, didn't help when Saami had no sense of respect either way. His tone wasn't particularly blaming or accusing, instead feigning it as if he was genuinely trying to help him. At least before he got a sterner look, deciding that his remark would be enough of a subtle warning, dropping the act entirely. Walking past Richmond he just gestured for him to follow, wordlessly but unmistaken.

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Richmond's sudden hatred hadn't remained unnoticed by Sam, his senses eerily fine tuned to such things. The particular line of INANES he was derived from were made to function more easily than androids as military police of sorts, hatred and anger were things he quickly picked up on. So quick that he had nearly turned around and followed the protocol in his head urging him to defuse the situation. Instead he caught himself halfway through the motion and pretended he didn't even notice the anger. He knew the concept of privacy was a valuable thing, considering how long he had gone without, so he gave Richmond that consideration. Even though he presumed the man was angry at him, he didn't follow up on it. Instead he just patiently waited for him to catch up for a moment.

Yet in the back of his mind and in the bottom of his chest he couldn't shake that nagging feeling. It was so familiar, knowing it was his conscience weighing so heavy it sank to his heart. Was it really just privacy as to why he didn't follow up, or maybe the fear that he had been angry at him? Richmond had helped him before, and he did have respect for that, even found it likeable, so had he ruined that again? So quickly?
"I forgot to say but, after this most of the crew is having food. You can join if you want." He'd uttered it so nonchalantly, like it was an afterthough. But really it was the closest thing he could do to apologise without actually apologising. And he knew that wasn't all that great, but just the thought of admitting error alone got stuck in his head sideways, yet alone ever uttering those words.

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Silas was dozed out of reality for a moment, his mind working for no real reason. He did that a lot, especially recently, where he'd just start thinking of things without stopping. This time he had been thinking of how many ways to create something new from the stove he had been staring at. When his name was said, Silas was brought back to the present. "I think I will." He replied after, once more, thinking too much about the response. He eventually sat down, rather awkwardly at first, but seemed to relax a bit a while later.
 
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Adira stood and stirred the food on the stove, as Sam had asked her to, then sat down by the table again to eat more of her food slowly. Already she felt rather full, and she hadn't even finished the omelette. Maybe everyone was right and she really DID need to eat more, if she could hardly stomach a whole omelette. She had known - it had been clear to her that her habits were unhealthy, but the thought that she should eat more hadn't really settled in as fact, more as general advice. She tugged on her jacket to keep it closed, suddenly feeling like she was almost vulnerable.
 
Silas sat back against the chair, glad that his nerves had finally calmed after such an... overwhelming experience. Part of him wanted to continue the talk he was having with Adira, but his subconscious forced him to remain quiet, in case he was either bothering or distracting her. So, he remained quiet and played with various things within his reach, switching from his gears, to the salt and pepper shakers, to playing with the scars on his hands. Periodically he'd attempt to start a conversation by saying something related to either architecture or mechanics, which usually ended in him just trailing off and mumbling. Then, finally, he said with barely any stability, "Lovely weather we're having." After this comment, he sighed heavily and sunk in his seat.
 
Adira looked over at Silas with a slightly amused expression each time he spoke. He was trying, she had to admit that much. It made her feel just slightly less on edge. His words about the weather reminded her of what felt like ages ago, when she had been crying and Jericho had likened emotions to weather. It had helped her then; weather was natural, so was emotion. But now, she just smiled, because he clearly recognized that he had made a mistake by commenting on weather inside of a spaceship. In response, she said, "It is. Not a dark nebula in sight." She nodded to herself as she smiled, then added softly, "Silas, you don't have to try to make conversation if you're uncomfortable, it's okay." She wasn't sure if he was just trying to talk because she seemed a bit upset - he had done that before. In fact, directly referencing their last conversation, she said, "Of course, if there is anything you wish to speak of, any stories you need to mention, even if you can't quite make sense of it yourself and get it out in the span of a sentence, and need to merely ramble, I'm all ears, and we're equals here. I've no place to be."
 
Silas' tense muscles relaxed a bit at her words. The way she managed to always keep her voice so soft soothed him and his over thinking mind. Adira was doing more than she needed when it came to helping him, and he'd return the favor if she ever needed it, although he now began to wonder if his acting was far more out of line than anyone else on the ship. Silas almost took Adira on her offer, to tell his story, to let loose the things racking his mind, but it'd reveal too much. He'd be branded and ejected from the crew, perhaps even the entirety of the FFA. That's probably what Richmond wanted to see. Silas wouldn't give him the satisfaction, he wasn't going to give in so easily. But still, it was so tempting for him... "Maybe if you get me drunk, I'll spill." Silas attempted at a joke, knowing he had never gotten more than a buzz from any alcohol he's had so far.
 
Adira smirked and looked up at him. Without even skipping a beat, she said, "I have three bottles of the strongest liquor credits can buy hidden in my room, don't give me any ideas, because I would end up drinking too. I promised Sam no drinking on ship." Was it improper for her to speak of her short little problem with drinking? If it was, she did not care. He already knew about it, anyway. Leaning back in her chair, she said, "If you have something to talk about when drinking, you should probably talk about it sober. Drunken words are sober thoughts, and if sorrow is what you speak when you drink, it's a sure sign your head is hellish." She knew what she was talking about. Luckily, she was not a talkative drunk, only a violent, scared, depressed drunk - like most. When she drank, it was to get lost for a few hours, and to punish herself.

But never would she use alcohol as a way to get someone else to open up to her - if they wanted to tell her something, she would respect their privacy and hope they could tell her sober. And if they needed the alcohol to help them speak? Well, perhaps she could calm them until they could tell her while they were sober. As a final word of reassurance, she said, "Trust me, I think you've figured out by now, I'm not exactly in much of a place to judge people."
 
Silas chuckled lightly at her remark about the alcohol she possessed, although it quickly faded. He didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but having 3 bottles of such a strong substance was never a good thing. Had Silas just picked up on something without it being blatantly obvious? Then again, it probably was pretty obvious. "It's not a judgmental problem I have with talking about it, it's the context of what happened. I just, can't speak of it." He waved his hand to dismiss the topic. He smirked though, knowing she had gotten him back into a more stable place already. "If you need a drinking buddy, I'm always a good one." He said it more as a supervisor than a friend, not thinking anyone should be alone while drinking anything like that.
 
Michael looked over at his rifle when Argus made the comment, shrugging a bit and looking back at him "Just an issue with one of the scopes..." Michael mumbled, tossing the small object in his hand into a box on the floor near his feet. "And about the new weapons specialist, I've yet to meet him so I don't know if he's the kind that doesn't know when to shut the hell up about guns or if he's actually a pleasant person to speak to." He stood up, walking over to the door and putting a cigarette in his mouth. He than began pulling a basic lighter from his pocket, lighting the object in his mouth hastily. Michael then looked at the slight pain on Argus' face, raising an eyebrow "You want one...?" He said, referencing to the cigarette container in his hand "I mean, they help with small pain but I wouldn't diagnose this stuff to anyone. Hell, i'm not one of the two doctors on this ship." He flipped the container open, presenting it, along with the lighter, to Argus "I mean, I get it if you don't, hell, the disgruntled face is probably because of these things anyways. Haven't even been on the ship long and i'm pretty sure i'm already 'that guy' for smoking these." He gave a short laugh, leaning on the wall, waiting for his response, mainly to see if he made the wrong move. Already preparing to scorn himself if he did.
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If Silas wanted the topic dropped, she'd let him drop it. There were some topics that just couldn't easily be spoken of, she understood that much. Maybe eventually he could tell her.He seemed to have a troubled mind, so if she could know what bothered him, it would be nice. As to the alcohol comment, she just shrugged. "I have no intentions of drinking heavily again for a while, it was a one-time thing, a poor reaction to circumstance." She knew it was a poor and immature reaction, drinking, but she didn't care, and didn't regret it. Her world had been thrown off kilter so often recently - the bombing, joining the IR, dealing with new recruits coming and going, then finding out who her father was? That last part still upset her. What had he expected of his daughter, a secretary? A mother to some little family? Whatever it was, it wasn't Adira. Then there was her little slip-up during their last mission, which had ended with Saami getting hurt. How long, she wondered, could her mental state keep deteriorating before she was no longer a capable captain?

None of this was Silas's problem, though.
 
Argus nodded to tell Michael he was still listening. The fact is, Argus does have some knowledge when it comes to firearms, but it was rather basic. He then smiles as Michael spoke about the new member to the crew. “To be fair conversation and pleasantries are rarely used on this ship. I haven’t spoken enough to him to make a proper assessment, but from what I saw he wasn’t too bad. Plus, his files are very interesting that for sure, even if I don’t have the full file.” Argus looked at the cigarette with a brief glance. He nodded and accept the small cigarette with slow and graceful movements. “I don’t think any doctor would recommend this for anyone, let alone someone in my position, but compared to our line of work the risk and discomfort these provide is relatively nothing. He waits for Michael to pass over the light. I wouldn’t say “you're that guy” because of the fact you basically keep to yourself.” He gave a small laugh and smirk to Michael. “So Mister Michael, are you prepared to leave you solitude to join the rest of the crew for some scary, deadly socializing.” Killershard Killershard
 
Thankfully Elias had no questions because Richmond left before he had a chance to open his mouth. Instead he gave him a lazy wave and went back inside his room. Opening his suitcase, he put his clothes in the room's drawers and set up his mini gun-smith kit on the table. His actual equipment would be arriving with the heavier load later, but he always carried a home-made kit with cleaning rods and solvents, gun oil, and the such. Neatly placing each piece of cleaning equipment on the border of the desk, he took out his personal carry arm from deep under his bag. He didn't actually carry it around with him, since he wouldn't actually use it on anyone and carrying with that mindset was a danger, but it was one of his favorite pieces and like some people would have a knife to play around with, he had a pistol, obviously unloaded. He took off the magazine and separated the slide from the frame. Being a pistol with an integrated suppressor, the barrel was larger than average, and the slide mechanism different, which is why he preferred to carry that as opposed to a normal pistol. He gave the bowels of the gun a quick look before deciding he would get the doctor's visit over before getting to work. If he was lucky he might get some actual work; the captain and co-captain didn't seem like the type to trust anyone with their pieces.

Walking around the ship, he took the long way towards the office, or what he thought was the long way at least; might as well get accustomed to the ship, even if it was somewhat small. Arriving at the office, he knocked on the door before letting himself in. "Morning! Afternoon! Whatever time it is, travel got my clock all messed up. I'm Elias, new recruit, and I was told to visit the doc for a quick check-up," he was already babbling before he fully entered the room. Noticing Mako, his eyes shifted towards her antlers, which he inspected briefly with a neutral expression. "You're the doc, right?"

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Silas knew what it was like to make poor circumstantial decisions. The better part of his twenties were spent doing the right thing for the wrong people. Half the reason he joined the FFA was out of guilt, and in part, for vengeance. His mind muddied itself with the thoughts of explosions and gunfire, screaming and death. But Silas was a happy guy, and he'd remain happy until the end of his days. The only thing that could take away Silas' smile was that damn psychiatrist. "Well, I've got a few pipes to fix back in my room. If you've got nothing to do I can always use an extra hand. Ah, but you're the captain. Probably busy with... Captain things. And such." He motioned to Saami's pot, as if that had anything to do with captaining a ship.
 
Saami had given a short nod to Richmond, which wasn't out of impoliteness or rudeness like his usual demeanour, but moreso because he didn't want to ruin anything else by speaking the wrong way again. For all his flaws, he knew quite well when he had crossed the line from dickish to absolutely infuriating, and as much as he liked irritating people he didn't take all that well to upsetting them. There was something about it when anger and disdain was no longer directed toward him and instead started tearing at the person itself... it didn't feel right when he wasn't the sole sufferer. Was that something he'd have to tell Richmond? He'd really rather not, it seemed so... private?

"So... how does this work? I don't think you want me to put coloured shapes in their rightful place, although I have to admit I'm quite good at it now." Pointing towards the sole bookshelf in his room, there was a very neatly ordered stack of what could only be described as the most geeky paraphernalia one could find: little statuetes of iconic figures stood proudly ordered amongst the works from which they came, on books or in line with other characters. It seemed that in the short time it had taken to move from one ship to the other, Sam had been able to scavenge for personality to be added in his otherwise clinically sterile room. It was quite the contrast with the other furniture, which was mostly unused.
"So... other people don't really have you know, bugs... which means you aren't after a list of AI errors either. Guess robots don't really need real psychologists." Chuckling a bit nervously he gave a quick rise of the corners of his mouth to badly pretend he wasn't without a clue here. Of course he knew what a psychiatrist did, the problem was more or less that having a psyche was new for him too. He didn't really want anyone to go fishing in it for flaws when he wasn't even sure it was really a pond to begin with.

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