ANIMAL MOTHER
Job 36: 22 - 32
“Fine then. You may go now.” Dejected, he puts his tool away and resumes the horribly savage ransacking of the innocent little cabinets.
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Futuristic Starpath: Burning Sails [IC] [CLOSED]
EdwardDewey98
Professional Argentine
Jericho looked at Lauren, and gave her a cocky little grin. "Found a lot of credits. Someone's savings, no doubt." He then got closer. "But I also found this." He offered the key to her. "Maybe you know what its for. All yours, captain." He winked.
Breadman
Big loaf supreme
"A bit overkill, but that a good first run after the freezer." Petar happily said as he observed the crew's handiwork. "Yolandi, whatever else he has on him is mine." He declared after seeing her nick the LMG of the corpse. "Gun's yours. I got this." He began to rummage through the body's pockets to see if there was anything of use in there and to see if he could find in the cargo area.
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"Right, anyone else need a path up before we go back?" Vincent asked
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"Right, anyone else need a path up before we go back?" Vincent asked
Infab
The Demon Fanatic
Lauren took the key, looking it over before checking the manifest she had in her hand. There was a number on the key that matched the serial number for the mech in the cargo container outside. An ignition key? Makes sense. Some still preferred the old method of a physical key to start a vehicle or mech. Added a bit of security to it, even though you could just shove a blade or screwdriver into the slot and still start it. It was just a hunk of metal, though there were higher end vehicles that had keys which had other security measures on them like DNA or fingerprint scanners. This one was just the simple type.
"Yeah. We'll need this for what's in one of those containers on the side of the ship." she said, holding up the manifest. "Turns out they were hauling a super light Bipedal Scout Walker and a heavy battle suit out to that outpost. Key goes in the mech." She looked through the manifest once again, flipping through the pages. "Food, weapons, ammunition, super light mech, heavy battle suit, some replacement parts for equipment...oh, hey, they were hauling crates of booze. Fuckin' nice."
Karina's voice sounded off over comms. "I can pilot the heavy battle suit, ma'am. I have proper training and experience with the equipment." she stated. Lauren nodded to herself. "Alright. Its kinda bare bones. One chaingun, and a standard grenade launcher. We can find or buy things to mount on it later." she responded.
The transferring of cargo from the freighter to the Alexandria went rather quickly, with the group detaching the containers from the side and moving them to the larger vessel. Afterward, cargo from inside the cargo bay was also moved. While this was going on, Karina helped Typhon move some of the bodies from the freighter to the Mordred's medical bay for closer study. Of course, this occurred while nobody was looking, as most were more worried about assisting with the movement of cargo.
Once things were finished, the crew moved back to the Mordred. "Any damage from the attack?" asked Lauren, as soon as they stepped aboard the Mordred. Zadra was already waiting for her. "Minor plating damage on the hull. Nothing we can't fix. Roku stayed put, as ordered." she replied, folding her arms and glancing towards the bridge where Roku and Drav were still sitting. Lauren nodded. "We're gonna bring him before the others and have a little chat later. Best they know what we'll be working with."
Zadra gave her a look. "You...want to keep him? He's a liability. We should just throw him off the next time we're on Shadespear or at Rook's Wharf." she said. Lauren shook her head, before pointing towards the bridge. "He's a good pilot. We just need to break him of that shit. And we will break him of it."
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Soon enough, they were all ready to travel back to Sielia. The freighter was dealt with by Slade's crew, a few of their gunships giving the vessel a bit of a push towards a nearby planet. It'd likely burn up in the atmosphere and crash somewhere on the surface. Better than just letting it float about here, and potentially break the warp gate nearby. Once that was dealt with, they proceeded back into warp. Away from the gate and towards home.
A few hours later, they arrived. The Mordred landed back where it had been sitting before, the crew departing from the vessel as other's started to arrive with the cargo containers that they had scavenged off the freighter. As requested by Lauren, the mech's container and the container containing the battle suit were dropped off near the vehicle workshop. The one containing food and booze were dropped off near the barracks, and one containing weapons and ammunition were set down near the armory. Another cargo container was given to Zhao at the dock, containing equipment and various other parts for use with repairs. The rest of the cargo containers were kept aboard the Alexandria, with the Red Phantoms giving them a goodbye before warping away from the ocean world.
Once all of that was dealt with, Lauren called a meeting in front of the ship. "Well, fuckin' great work by all of you. You all passed the trial, and are now official members of Blackwell's Reavers. Obviously that has its perks, as well as some nasty shit associated with it. But you're part of a family now. Everyone standing here with you is now your brother or sister. They'll watch your back, you watch theirs. Someone fucks with one of us, they fuck with all of us. Got me?" she said, looking amongst the group. She then motioned towards Roku, whom was standing off to the side. "Now, there's something I wanted to let you all know before we get down to a little business. Roku here, our pilot, has a bit of a fucked up past. He's quite literally a coward. Former Ayr Imperial Navy pilot, exiled for abandoning his post and fleeing a battle. He left his crew and allies to die. He has also done this with other crews that he has joined before us. Normally, we don't tolerate cowards, but we're going to make an exception here."
She looked among them, then to Roku. Roku looked absolutely terrified and embarrassed at the same time. She then gave him a wide grin. "We're going to help him improve. To break him of his cowardly ways and make a proper man out of him. After all, we help our brothers, don't we?" she said, glancing back to the rest of the group.
"Yeah. We'll need this for what's in one of those containers on the side of the ship." she said, holding up the manifest. "Turns out they were hauling a super light Bipedal Scout Walker and a heavy battle suit out to that outpost. Key goes in the mech." She looked through the manifest once again, flipping through the pages. "Food, weapons, ammunition, super light mech, heavy battle suit, some replacement parts for equipment...oh, hey, they were hauling crates of booze. Fuckin' nice."
Karina's voice sounded off over comms. "I can pilot the heavy battle suit, ma'am. I have proper training and experience with the equipment." she stated. Lauren nodded to herself. "Alright. Its kinda bare bones. One chaingun, and a standard grenade launcher. We can find or buy things to mount on it later." she responded.
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Rec Room - Misc. Rolls
Daniel = 2
Cargo Bay - Misc. Rolls
Petar = 4
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Not too long after the crew finished checking around the ship, Slade and his Red Phantoms arrived. Just a short distance from the Mordred and the freighter, a large, long red vessel arrived out of warp. It was a bit odd compared to most ships, shaped almost like a nail with a sharp spike jutting off the bottom of the vessel while a comms and sensor tower poked off the top. The ship hailed the Mordred, and soon a rather proper sounding voice spoke over comms. "Greetings, Mordred. Alexandria, arriving to assist. Once the cargo has been removed from the freighter, we shall journey with you back to Sielia to divide up the spoils as ordered by Slade."Rec Room - Misc. Rolls
Daniel = 2
Cargo Bay - Misc. Rolls
Petar = 4
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The transferring of cargo from the freighter to the Alexandria went rather quickly, with the group detaching the containers from the side and moving them to the larger vessel. Afterward, cargo from inside the cargo bay was also moved. While this was going on, Karina helped Typhon move some of the bodies from the freighter to the Mordred's medical bay for closer study. Of course, this occurred while nobody was looking, as most were more worried about assisting with the movement of cargo.
Once things were finished, the crew moved back to the Mordred. "Any damage from the attack?" asked Lauren, as soon as they stepped aboard the Mordred. Zadra was already waiting for her. "Minor plating damage on the hull. Nothing we can't fix. Roku stayed put, as ordered." she replied, folding her arms and glancing towards the bridge where Roku and Drav were still sitting. Lauren nodded. "We're gonna bring him before the others and have a little chat later. Best they know what we'll be working with."
Zadra gave her a look. "You...want to keep him? He's a liability. We should just throw him off the next time we're on Shadespear or at Rook's Wharf." she said. Lauren shook her head, before pointing towards the bridge. "He's a good pilot. We just need to break him of that shit. And we will break him of it."
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Soon enough, they were all ready to travel back to Sielia. The freighter was dealt with by Slade's crew, a few of their gunships giving the vessel a bit of a push towards a nearby planet. It'd likely burn up in the atmosphere and crash somewhere on the surface. Better than just letting it float about here, and potentially break the warp gate nearby. Once that was dealt with, they proceeded back into warp. Away from the gate and towards home.
A few hours later, they arrived. The Mordred landed back where it had been sitting before, the crew departing from the vessel as other's started to arrive with the cargo containers that they had scavenged off the freighter. As requested by Lauren, the mech's container and the container containing the battle suit were dropped off near the vehicle workshop. The one containing food and booze were dropped off near the barracks, and one containing weapons and ammunition were set down near the armory. Another cargo container was given to Zhao at the dock, containing equipment and various other parts for use with repairs. The rest of the cargo containers were kept aboard the Alexandria, with the Red Phantoms giving them a goodbye before warping away from the ocean world.
Once all of that was dealt with, Lauren called a meeting in front of the ship. "Well, fuckin' great work by all of you. You all passed the trial, and are now official members of Blackwell's Reavers. Obviously that has its perks, as well as some nasty shit associated with it. But you're part of a family now. Everyone standing here with you is now your brother or sister. They'll watch your back, you watch theirs. Someone fucks with one of us, they fuck with all of us. Got me?" she said, looking amongst the group. She then motioned towards Roku, whom was standing off to the side. "Now, there's something I wanted to let you all know before we get down to a little business. Roku here, our pilot, has a bit of a fucked up past. He's quite literally a coward. Former Ayr Imperial Navy pilot, exiled for abandoning his post and fleeing a battle. He left his crew and allies to die. He has also done this with other crews that he has joined before us. Normally, we don't tolerate cowards, but we're going to make an exception here."
She looked among them, then to Roku. Roku looked absolutely terrified and embarrassed at the same time. She then gave him a wide grin. "We're going to help him improve. To break him of his cowardly ways and make a proper man out of him. After all, we help our brothers, don't we?" she said, glancing back to the rest of the group.
EdwardDewey98
Professional Argentine
After the raid, Jericho went back to his quarters to repair himself and replace some of his most damaged parts as well as refill his coolant liquid. After that, he stayed in the lounge for the duration of the journey back to Sielia. Celebrating the good operation despite the fact that he had a few chunks of him melted or shot. He was used to that sort of thing, though. Once back on the ocean world, he got back into his flamboyant clothing and walked around the barracks trying to kill time till Lauren called everyone together. She congratulated the team for a job well done, but she also informed the group of Roku's past. Jericho made a wide smile while listening in. He liked this sort of drama, as it reminded him of the novelas from Paradiso. But despite enjoying this a bit, he couldn't help but feel bad for the Ayr pilot. Looking so scared and embarrassed among this bizarre crew of killers.
Dmaster
Herald of the Changer
After missing with his telekentic shockwave, the rest of the crew was quickly executed by his allies. Shun dismissed his psychic abilities with a flick of his wrist, slowly touching down with the floor of the cargo bay before he stepped back toward the elevator. That strange robot had taken control of the ship, hopefully she wouldn't find some way to kill all of them before they could reach the Mordred, accidentally or otherwise. Even still, he had to note how fortuitous the mission had been despite the fragmented leadership and execution. Perhaps it was a matter of resolve, or just simple luck being on their side. The Ayr was not one to believe in the latter, so he was very much hoping for the former.
The trip back to Sielia was uneventful, once more Shun stayed at his navigation post and did little beyond rolling some tension out of his neck at one point. Perhaps there was still some organic matter to him, here and there. Once they landed he congratulated the bridge crew for a job well done and immediately made his way to the meeting.
Once given the details about Roku's past, he snaps his gaze to the pilot and begins to look through him. Exiled for being a coward? Shun did his best to contain a rage that was surely brewing in him, for here he was doing battle with the Empire he loved to save it, while this one was so selfish he would let it and his family burn to save his own hide. "Cowardice. To abandon those who rely on you or need you in their darkest hours; it is the lowest act you could ever commit." he states, his folded hands behind his back tightening their grip on one another slightly. "Whatever comes next, we shall always face together. Through unity we will have our true strength."
The trip back to Sielia was uneventful, once more Shun stayed at his navigation post and did little beyond rolling some tension out of his neck at one point. Perhaps there was still some organic matter to him, here and there. Once they landed he congratulated the bridge crew for a job well done and immediately made his way to the meeting.
Once given the details about Roku's past, he snaps his gaze to the pilot and begins to look through him. Exiled for being a coward? Shun did his best to contain a rage that was surely brewing in him, for here he was doing battle with the Empire he loved to save it, while this one was so selfish he would let it and his family burn to save his own hide. "Cowardice. To abandon those who rely on you or need you in their darkest hours; it is the lowest act you could ever commit." he states, his folded hands behind his back tightening their grip on one another slightly. "Whatever comes next, we shall always face together. Through unity we will have our true strength."
Emperor Sagan
Lord Commissar
Shelby remained rather to herself in the recroom. The bottle of alcohol Jackson tossed her was promptly tossed in the other direction, causing it to shatter on the ground. She was only a little warmer to Jericho, showing off her loot, and was the same to Lauren when the captain had entered and asked about their findings. Her replies were terse and almost disinterested, even when showered with praise for her performance.
How was she supposed to deal with killing people and being a pirate now? None of this was quite her intention. And she came from a shipping family. She had quite truly become something they hated most, which were pirates. Stealing what was not theirs and killing innocent people.
It made her heart ache and her mind dizzy.
Once they had all ended up back in the Mordred and bound for home, Shelby deposited her loot in her room and organized it to keep her mind off the raid. Was this going to be her new life? She didn't like it; she was better than this. Regardless, it was only temporary until she could end up elsewhere, preferably safely.
When the meeting happened in front of the ship once they had landed, Shelby had left her armor in her room and was dressed only in her tank top and military-style cargo pants. She had spent some time brushing her hair to perfection again.
Hearing that Roku was a coward brought a pang of sympathy, and some distaste, into her. There had to be a reason for his behavior, and she felt bad for him in that regard, but hearing he left friends behind to die was... nothing to feel sorry about. Hopefully he would improve soon.
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Lucy partook silently in the after battle revelry, helping move some cargo and things around as needed. There was little else for her to do beside speak with the crew, relax, and think to herself and reflect.
During the meeting, after Lauren congratulated the crew and spoke about Roku, Lucy turned to Jericho who was nearby.
"Congratulations on your loot procurement. I, too, procured items of interest."
With that, she pulled up the veil over her face to show off the dull grey eyes lodged into her skull. They were looking off in different directions based on how she put them in there without checking a mirror, and a little bit of dried blood had dribbled down her cheek bones. It was comically horrific.
Shelby who was nearby stared at the android before quickly looking away.
How was she supposed to deal with killing people and being a pirate now? None of this was quite her intention. And she came from a shipping family. She had quite truly become something they hated most, which were pirates. Stealing what was not theirs and killing innocent people.
It made her heart ache and her mind dizzy.
Once they had all ended up back in the Mordred and bound for home, Shelby deposited her loot in her room and organized it to keep her mind off the raid. Was this going to be her new life? She didn't like it; she was better than this. Regardless, it was only temporary until she could end up elsewhere, preferably safely.
When the meeting happened in front of the ship once they had landed, Shelby had left her armor in her room and was dressed only in her tank top and military-style cargo pants. She had spent some time brushing her hair to perfection again.
Hearing that Roku was a coward brought a pang of sympathy, and some distaste, into her. There had to be a reason for his behavior, and she felt bad for him in that regard, but hearing he left friends behind to die was... nothing to feel sorry about. Hopefully he would improve soon.
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Lucy partook silently in the after battle revelry, helping move some cargo and things around as needed. There was little else for her to do beside speak with the crew, relax, and think to herself and reflect.
During the meeting, after Lauren congratulated the crew and spoke about Roku, Lucy turned to Jericho who was nearby.
"Congratulations on your loot procurement. I, too, procured items of interest."
With that, she pulled up the veil over her face to show off the dull grey eyes lodged into her skull. They were looking off in different directions based on how she put them in there without checking a mirror, and a little bit of dried blood had dribbled down her cheek bones. It was comically horrific.
Shelby who was nearby stared at the android before quickly looking away.
ANIMAL MOTHER
Job 36: 22 - 32
“Captain.” Typhon stepped up, pulling a scalpel out of his medical bag. “From all my years of practicing medicine, I only know of one effective cure for cowardice. By your word alone, I’ll fix him properly. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve operated on an Ayr either.”
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On the other hand, Shuren tried to let him know he’s at least got someone cheering for him. Roku looks scared shitless, so he sends some words of encouragement his way and a three finger salute.
“[Everything will be ok, friend! Just hang in there, it’ll all be over soon!]”
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On the other hand, Shuren tried to let him know he’s at least got someone cheering for him. Roku looks scared shitless, so he sends some words of encouragement his way and a three finger salute.
“[Everything will be ok, friend! Just hang in there, it’ll all be over soon!]”
Doomevil
Keep Moving Forward
Grommy and Nara on the other hand raised a thumbs up towards Roku, smiling.
joshuadim
the writer
As everything died down and the operation concluded, Albert awaited at the lounge for their return and managed to snag a few quotes from people passing by about the events, allowing Albert to write down anything missing between the lines with his own imagination. He then made his way to the meeting area, as Lauren requested and paid close attention. His interest was piqued when she mentioned the Ayr pilot, Roku, being a coward. Albert hoped that a good redemption arc would come for his story as he wrote down the Ayr's nervous disposition as well as the rest of the crew's incoming comments. The doctor seemed to offer a... dark solution to this issue, which unnerved Albert and put a chill down his spine.
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Vance was taken aback upon learning of Roku's cowardly disposition, and glanced at the Ayr for a moment with a raised eyebrow. How many men did he leave to die at their expense? So that he could run away? he thought to himself before turning back to Lauren. He was horrified by Typhon's suggestion however, implying that he would practically operate on the man to get rid of his cowardice. How's he any better than a damn Nazi scientist? Vance thought to himself.
"Back home, there are many brave men, and many men that aren't. I've fought alongside both. I can help him find his guts and stop him from being a yellow-belly." Vance remarked.
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Vance was taken aback upon learning of Roku's cowardly disposition, and glanced at the Ayr for a moment with a raised eyebrow. How many men did he leave to die at their expense? So that he could run away? he thought to himself before turning back to Lauren. He was horrified by Typhon's suggestion however, implying that he would practically operate on the man to get rid of his cowardice. How's he any better than a damn Nazi scientist? Vance thought to himself.
"Back home, there are many brave men, and many men that aren't. I've fought alongside both. I can help him find his guts and stop him from being a yellow-belly." Vance remarked.
EdwardDewey98
Professional Argentine
While he was certainly interested in what the crew would say about the cute pilot, Lucy was certainly more interesting and fun than some of the crew. So he fully turned his attention to her when she started to speak to him. Jericho looked at Lucy as she told him that she had secured loot as well. He was curious to see what she got, but was pleasently amused when the android lifted her veil. He couldn't help but snicker a bit. "Oh sugar, they look cool. But I'm afraid that's not how you get eyes. I imagine you can't actually see through those, can you? I mean, they're looking in different directions." He actually reached up and poked one. It made a squishy noise. "Hm...I know you want real organic parts, darling, but you could get synthetic replacements until..." He tried not to ruin her fun, but reassure her instead. "Untill you find a proper subject to harvest organs from, of course!" He crossed his arms. "I have an entire set of replacements. With a few adjustments, you could have a face. Something less...charming than your current face." He smiled while staring at her creepy skull. "...but the organics won't be as scared as usual."
Viper Actual
Ask me about my tourniquet fetish.
Once the fighting was over Nathalie resumed her duties as tactical officer aboard the Mordred's bridge. Her tactical gear was stacked neatly against her work station while her flight suit was zipped down to just below the collarbone. "Mordred Tactical to Demon and Phobos, you are clear to return. Good work out there," said Nathalie as the two fighter craft headed back to their mothership.
During the journey back to Sielia Nathalie didn't do much besides monitoring her station and chatting with Shun. Not that they talked about much else aside from topics related to navigation and tactical systems.
When Lauren called for the meeting Nathalie was back in her casual outfit standing next to Shun with her arms crossed. The speech was cute but in all honestly it didn't mean much to her as long as working for Blackwell gave her the breathing room she sorely needed after being blacklisted. Roku's story was of interest however. Nat made a mental note to keep her hand-cannon with her at all times in case the pilot tried any funky maneuvers.
Nathalie glanced at Shun. "What do you think so far?" She asked in a hushed voice.
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After finding absolutely nothing on the bodies Daniel returned to the airlock. He took the liberty of conducting medical scans on all members of the crew as they returned back onboard. When the time came to travel back to Sielia, Daniel ditched his helmet and rifle inside his quarters. Feeling somewhat restless he decided to make the rounds around the ship, making sure that everyone were physically fine.
During the meeting Daniel stood next to Shelby. He kept a close eye on her as she appeared to have been fazed by the previous battle. Once everyone started throwing comments at Roku Daniel instead placed a hand on Shelby's shoulder. "I remember my first time as well," he said in a low and calm tone. "It's not easy. The killing. Eventually you learn to live with it. To not overthink it. Just give it time."
With that said he walked off, giving Shelby some space as he positioned himself next to Vincent and Typhon.
During the journey back to Sielia Nathalie didn't do much besides monitoring her station and chatting with Shun. Not that they talked about much else aside from topics related to navigation and tactical systems.
When Lauren called for the meeting Nathalie was back in her casual outfit standing next to Shun with her arms crossed. The speech was cute but in all honestly it didn't mean much to her as long as working for Blackwell gave her the breathing room she sorely needed after being blacklisted. Roku's story was of interest however. Nat made a mental note to keep her hand-cannon with her at all times in case the pilot tried any funky maneuvers.
Nathalie glanced at Shun. "What do you think so far?" She asked in a hushed voice.
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After finding absolutely nothing on the bodies Daniel returned to the airlock. He took the liberty of conducting medical scans on all members of the crew as they returned back onboard. When the time came to travel back to Sielia, Daniel ditched his helmet and rifle inside his quarters. Feeling somewhat restless he decided to make the rounds around the ship, making sure that everyone were physically fine.
During the meeting Daniel stood next to Shelby. He kept a close eye on her as she appeared to have been fazed by the previous battle. Once everyone started throwing comments at Roku Daniel instead placed a hand on Shelby's shoulder. "I remember my first time as well," he said in a low and calm tone. "It's not easy. The killing. Eventually you learn to live with it. To not overthink it. Just give it time."
With that said he walked off, giving Shelby some space as he positioned himself next to Vincent and Typhon.
Frankafurter
A Hot Dog
Yolandi ensures the crate containing the goods and glitz that go with her newfound LMG is put in her room with her belongings. It wasn't a particularly large crate, it was meant to hold ammunition, magazines, and modular attachments for the gun such as different types of optics, a bipod, and foregrip. Must have been a special order for the security at the outpost. Either way, she didn't care what Petar took off Krennan, she got what she wanted. She was a woman of simple needs, a big gun with plenty of ammo was good enough for her. She went to the lounge aboard the Mordred for the meeting where Roku's past was brought up. She sneered, she knows this is a bad idea to keep him, regardless of his skill, but if Lauren wants to keep him then who is she to complain? The look on her face speaks murder and death to Roku if he crosses her in any way and he doesn't need his telepathy to know this if he looks her way. When the meeting concludes, she saunters off to the cargo bay to check up on Zou.
Zou is still in standby in the cargo bay, Yolandi walks up to him and looks him over. She frowns as she realizes the damage done to him, muttering under her breath unkind things about the fighter pilots that inflicted the damage. She looks at his knee, "Looks like we gotta really rebuild that now, huh buddy." She pats him on the shoulder and he perks back into life, nodding at her then look at the destroyed shoulder panel on his arm, her eyes track with his gaze and she nods, "I'll find something on Sielia to replace that with, sounds good yeah? Did you at least have fun?" Zou nods happily, giving a thumbs up and making fanfare sort of sound effect. He then holds up three fingers to show his tally of targets hit, Yolandi laughs at this, "How many did you actually kill on your own though?" Zou drops two fingers, Yolandi smiles, "Well, good to know you were a team player at least, bud, I'm sure those stick jockeys are gnashing their teeth that an old fart like you still had some thunder left." Zou nods heartily and gives another thumbs up before hunching back up into standby mode. Yolandi heads back up to the main area of the ship and stops by in the medbay. She still has that slug lodged in her shoulder from the gunner in the cargo bay.
She looks around and simply waits for when Typhon returns, shedding her armor vest and stripping the top half of the space suit off so she's in her tanktop for her arm to be looked at.
Zou is still in standby in the cargo bay, Yolandi walks up to him and looks him over. She frowns as she realizes the damage done to him, muttering under her breath unkind things about the fighter pilots that inflicted the damage. She looks at his knee, "Looks like we gotta really rebuild that now, huh buddy." She pats him on the shoulder and he perks back into life, nodding at her then look at the destroyed shoulder panel on his arm, her eyes track with his gaze and she nods, "I'll find something on Sielia to replace that with, sounds good yeah? Did you at least have fun?" Zou nods happily, giving a thumbs up and making fanfare sort of sound effect. He then holds up three fingers to show his tally of targets hit, Yolandi laughs at this, "How many did you actually kill on your own though?" Zou drops two fingers, Yolandi smiles, "Well, good to know you were a team player at least, bud, I'm sure those stick jockeys are gnashing their teeth that an old fart like you still had some thunder left." Zou nods heartily and gives another thumbs up before hunching back up into standby mode. Yolandi heads back up to the main area of the ship and stops by in the medbay. She still has that slug lodged in her shoulder from the gunner in the cargo bay.
She looks around and simply waits for when Typhon returns, shedding her armor vest and stripping the top half of the space suit off so she's in her tanktop for her arm to be looked at.
Infab
The Demon Fanatic
Lauren glanced over to Typhon. "We won't need to perform brain surgery. Just give him a little motivation every now and then to keep in line. A gun to the head worked for Drav, so I'm sure you guys can come up with something when needed." she said, motioning to Drav. Drav simply lifted the double-barreled plasma shotgun she had been carrying up, wiggling it in the air before lowering it back down. Aesha then spoke up. "Now you see why I'm here." she said, with a smirk. "Slade found out about his past, and decided to loan me to you guys. I'm your other pilot in case Roku here decides he needs to fuck off and hide. Otherwise, I'm just another fighter pilot to help blow shit up."
After a pause, Lauren spoke again, turning to face the group once more. "Now, down to business. I've decided to hold a vote of sorts. Every pirate crew has a captain and a first mate. Obviously, I'm the captain. That means one of you gets the other job. Vote for who you think deserves the job. I'm not voting, and neither is Drav, Zadra, Roku, or Loudmouth. Its all on you." she stated, folding her arms. "The job of First Mate requires you to oversee raiding parties, unless I go out with you, and make sure shit gets done in general. You'd be my right hand, understand? And please, for the fuckin' love of god, don't vote for yourselves. That's fucking kid shit. Write your vote down on something, and give it to Zadra. She'll tally the votes and give me the results." Zadra gave them a wave from where she was standing, Loudmouth sitting next to her leg.
Once she finished, she motioned over to one of the cargo containers nearby. "If you need to talk to me, I'll be sorting shit out with the containers." she said finally, before walking off towards the one nearest to the barracks. Food and other stuff like that needed to be put away first, then everything else.
After a pause, Lauren spoke again, turning to face the group once more. "Now, down to business. I've decided to hold a vote of sorts. Every pirate crew has a captain and a first mate. Obviously, I'm the captain. That means one of you gets the other job. Vote for who you think deserves the job. I'm not voting, and neither is Drav, Zadra, Roku, or Loudmouth. Its all on you." she stated, folding her arms. "The job of First Mate requires you to oversee raiding parties, unless I go out with you, and make sure shit gets done in general. You'd be my right hand, understand? And please, for the fuckin' love of god, don't vote for yourselves. That's fucking kid shit. Write your vote down on something, and give it to Zadra. She'll tally the votes and give me the results." Zadra gave them a wave from where she was standing, Loudmouth sitting next to her leg.
Once she finished, she motioned over to one of the cargo containers nearby. "If you need to talk to me, I'll be sorting shit out with the containers." she said finally, before walking off towards the one nearest to the barracks. Food and other stuff like that needed to be put away first, then everything else.
joshuadim
the writer
"I can provide some paper scraps, I got plenty of pages in my notebook." Albert chimed in as he ripped out a couple of pages and tore them into slips big enough to be written into.
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"Hm, an election eh? Good to see the traditions of democracy are alive and well!" Vance said with a grin before beginning to ponder his decision. As Albert chimed in, he made his way over to take a slip, and wrote his choice down, with Albert's pen, onto the paper before folding it and walking over to hand it to Zadra. That lieutenant seems capable for the job. he thought to himself. Hope this is the best decision.
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"Hm, an election eh? Good to see the traditions of democracy are alive and well!" Vance said with a grin before beginning to ponder his decision. As Albert chimed in, he made his way over to take a slip, and wrote his choice down, with Albert's pen, onto the paper before folding it and walking over to hand it to Zadra. That lieutenant seems capable for the job. he thought to himself. Hope this is the best decision.
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EdwardDewey98
Professional Argentine
Elections. One of humanity's worst traditions, and it always devolved into ''I like this person more, thus they have to be my leader despite their leading qualities!" He sighed and got a piece of paper from Albert. It was either Nathalie or Petar, but he also considered Daniel and the upyri lady that walked with her kanad friend. But he barely knew anything about her. Daniel, while handsome and clearly professional, didn't seem to be a lot of fun. Petar on the other hand was the right mix of fun and business. Nathalie seemed professional enough, also. He wouldn't mind taking orders from a pretty lady like her. After thinking on it a bit, he voted for Petar, handing the slip of paper off to Zadra.
Viper Actual
Ask me about my tourniquet fetish.
Nathalie took one of the slips and scribbled down a name onto it before folding the piece of paper twice. Let's hope this Vance-guy knows his stuff. Hopefully the suicide runs were a one-time thing.
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Daniel wrote down P. Vulkov on his paper before folding it. Logically Petar had, as far as Daniel knew, the most experience with pirate- and mercenary-work.
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Daniel wrote down P. Vulkov on his paper before folding it. Logically Petar had, as far as Daniel knew, the most experience with pirate- and mercenary-work.
Doomevil
Keep Moving Forward
"Welp, time to start voting." Nara took a paper from one of Albert's notebook, thanking him. Grommy attempted to take a peek but Nara shifted to the side. "Hey you can't look, wait until someone's first mate Grommy." Nara exclaimed.
Grommy looked down, shrugging it off. Grommy decided to follow Nara's example, writing his vote down on a piece of paper. He voted for Vance. Well for Grommy, it was simple: Vance knew how to take charge and actually tended for his group. He was even worse for wear, implying he took bullets for them.
Nara placed her vote in, leaving it a secret but ultimately chose Grommy. Although it could be because she was his friend, it was more than that. The rock man was loyal 100%, helping people out whenever he can. Not to mention he knew when to get serious despite his personality. But she knew even he doubts himself.
Even if he wasn't first mate, the important thing was that he stays true to himself.
Grommy looked down, shrugging it off. Grommy decided to follow Nara's example, writing his vote down on a piece of paper. He voted for Vance. Well for Grommy, it was simple: Vance knew how to take charge and actually tended for his group. He was even worse for wear, implying he took bullets for them.
Nara placed her vote in, leaving it a secret but ultimately chose Grommy. Although it could be because she was his friend, it was more than that. The rock man was loyal 100%, helping people out whenever he can. Not to mention he knew when to get serious despite his personality. But she knew even he doubts himself.
Even if he wasn't first mate, the important thing was that he stays true to himself.
ANIMAL MOTHER
Job 36: 22 - 32
Typhon decides to abstain. He keeps his arms folded, making it clear he’s not writing down anyone’s name. The only person he can think of among the crew that’s remotely fit to play first mate in a pack of pirates was Petar, but even then he disagreed with his approach of taking prisoners, even if that turned out rather poorly to Typhon’s amusement. Vincent would probably fly them all to Sunday school, Daniel seemed like a grunt type and not a leader, Jackson is... well, Jackson, and everyone else is too good natured to be leading a raid party. That, or he just didn’t know them well enough. Perhaps he’ll vote later, but for now, nobody’s earned his vote.
Having none of this, he returns to his work place at the medbay, surprised to Yolandi waiting for him there.
“Wait. Don’t tell me... Ballistics?”
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“[What? What do I do with this?]” asks Shuren as Albert handed over a paper.
Instead of a name, he draws something on it. It looks like a sketch of Shuren standing on top of a planet waving a banner of sorts whole some evil looking stick figures are being driven away by his presence.
Having none of this, he returns to his work place at the medbay, surprised to Yolandi waiting for him there.
“Wait. Don’t tell me... Ballistics?”
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“[What? What do I do with this?]” asks Shuren as Albert handed over a paper.
Instead of a name, he draws something on it. It looks like a sketch of Shuren standing on top of a planet waving a banner of sorts whole some evil looking stick figures are being driven away by his presence.
joshuadim
the writer
"Oh, you're not speaking our language well... uh..." Albert said to Shuren as he struggled to find a way to communicate with Shuren. He decided he would try to show rather than tell. He took two scraps of paper, one he would use as an example while another would be his actual vote. He pointed to the paper first to Shuren before taking his pen and writing down his own name down onto it, spelling out 'A L B E R T' very clearly. He pointed to it again and then to himself. "Name. Write. Uh... vote?" he said before turning the paper over and writing Grommy's name on it to show that he should write whomever comes to mind. He then crumpled the example up and stored it in his pocket before pondering what to write on his actual vote. He hoped that Shuren got the message.
In the meantime, Albert stared at the paper without so much as writing anything down since he didn't know who to vote for.
In the meantime, Albert stared at the paper without so much as writing anything down since he didn't know who to vote for.
Breadman
Big loaf supreme
Petar rummaged through the poor bastard's belongings and he hit the jackpot. Well as much of a jackpot he could. Credit chit with 50k creds, a side arm in near perfect condition, a pack of expensive cigars and a nice golden ring on his right middle finger. Petar transferred the money and checked to see if there was something else he missed. He did find something. It was a picture that made him raise an eyebrow.
"Ah, you had a family." His mood going down after looking at it for a few seconds "Wife, kids and a pet even." He looked at the corpse before tossing the picture on it. "Hope you were insured."
Some time later
He listened to what Lauren said with intent. Kicking the fear out of Roku was going to be far easier than most of them think. Just a matter of direction. Throw the coward in the deep end of the pool and its sink or swim. He just needed to find a good way to channel the fear into something else. Maybe Lauren would have an idea on how to do that later. Operations like what Typhon suggested wasn't gonna do shit except turn him into a meat puppet. Smartasses like him came by the Diamant enough times with similar ideas and miracle breakthroughs to make him look at the doctor with suspicion. But there were other methods far simpler that have worked in the past. A slight grin formed as the idea came together. 'I'll make a man out of you, blueman.'
The vote however was another matter. Sure he could vote for himself, but that would go against the idea of what the captain is trying to build. Looking out for number one is fine and all, but he knew better. Pirate's life meant you had to rely on the others not to fuck you to an extend. And if you have a bunch of petty self-votes for a bunch of unqualified assholes, who the fuck could you trust there? 'When did I get some sense of honor?' he wondered as he thought who he could vote for and scratched his beard. Throwaway vote wasn't gonna gonna cut it. Useless shit. He looked towards the others. Most weren't leader material. Natalie? Nah. She would go missing for half the fight and lead them clueless. Vance? With the way he charges, he's gonna get himself killed sooner rather than later. Karina was the only one he could think qualified about this. Former military, keeps her cool and is a good shot.
He scribbles her name on the paper and hands it over to Zadra and turned to the others.
"After you're done voting, meet you at the bar in an hour. Drinks are on me." With a brisk pace, he walked off to where Lauren went. Didn't take long to catch up with her. "Ey, boss. Hold on. Got a question about the Roku kid. Might actually know how to work the cowardice out of him."
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Vincent didn't know who to vote for. Candidates many, the answer was unclear. By the looks of it he wasn't alone. He walked over to Albert
"Can't pick who to vote for?"
"Ah, you had a family." His mood going down after looking at it for a few seconds "Wife, kids and a pet even." He looked at the corpse before tossing the picture on it. "Hope you were insured."
Some time later
He listened to what Lauren said with intent. Kicking the fear out of Roku was going to be far easier than most of them think. Just a matter of direction. Throw the coward in the deep end of the pool and its sink or swim. He just needed to find a good way to channel the fear into something else. Maybe Lauren would have an idea on how to do that later. Operations like what Typhon suggested wasn't gonna do shit except turn him into a meat puppet. Smartasses like him came by the Diamant enough times with similar ideas and miracle breakthroughs to make him look at the doctor with suspicion. But there were other methods far simpler that have worked in the past. A slight grin formed as the idea came together. 'I'll make a man out of you, blueman.'
The vote however was another matter. Sure he could vote for himself, but that would go against the idea of what the captain is trying to build. Looking out for number one is fine and all, but he knew better. Pirate's life meant you had to rely on the others not to fuck you to an extend. And if you have a bunch of petty self-votes for a bunch of unqualified assholes, who the fuck could you trust there? 'When did I get some sense of honor?' he wondered as he thought who he could vote for and scratched his beard. Throwaway vote wasn't gonna gonna cut it. Useless shit. He looked towards the others. Most weren't leader material. Natalie? Nah. She would go missing for half the fight and lead them clueless. Vance? With the way he charges, he's gonna get himself killed sooner rather than later. Karina was the only one he could think qualified about this. Former military, keeps her cool and is a good shot.
He scribbles her name on the paper and hands it over to Zadra and turned to the others.
"After you're done voting, meet you at the bar in an hour. Drinks are on me." With a brisk pace, he walked off to where Lauren went. Didn't take long to catch up with her. "Ey, boss. Hold on. Got a question about the Roku kid. Might actually know how to work the cowardice out of him."
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Vincent didn't know who to vote for. Candidates many, the answer was unclear. By the looks of it he wasn't alone. He walked over to Albert
"Can't pick who to vote for?"
joshuadim
the writer
Albert looked over to Vincent for a moment before chuckling and looking down at his slip. "Not a clue. I dunno who's the best choice... what about you?"
ANIMAL MOTHER
Job 36: 22 - 32
Shuren didn't get the message. He shoved the paper with his drawing to Albert, insisting he take it, before walking over to Grommy.
"Friend!" he says, arms wide open.
"Friend!" he says, arms wide open.
Frankafurter
A Hot Dog
Yolandi jumps slightly as Typhon speaks, she was off in a zone out moment then speaks, "Yeah, ballistic. I don't really bleed much, but you know, not exactly good practice to walk around with battle damage." She shows her right shoulder, the hole in it is pretty clean given the shot that hit it, "Uh, I usually have a guy I go to for stuff like this, but I figure that's not really gonna happen anymore. So I need a new doctor. I can trust you to know your way around experimental nanosynthetics right?" She seems nervous, she figures Typhon out of the medical personnel was probably the most experienced given how he seems to present himself as being very, very old. He's probably her best shot at getting the correct form of treatment.
Doomevil
Keep Moving Forward
Grommy waved before shaking Shuren's hand. He pointed towards him, "Vote?" He asked in a curious manner.
