Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Thread 2 - Games

Hariim replies after a few seconds. [QUOTE]I can indeed. Meet me in my quarters at 1400 hours, we will begin then. -Hariim[/QUOTE] The first lesson thus scheduled for 6 hours from now, Hariim heads out to run some errands. He goes in search of an outfitter where he can acquire some new equipment.

Jason chuckled from Amy's well placed jab on the mess hall's food, then spoke up again. "So what caused you to get a coma?"

Yanim tapped the side of her head as she got back onto her own train of thought. She turned to Maddox as he laughed out loud, and couldn't help but smile with a hint of embarrassment over the audacity of the situation. "Anyway, I wanted to ask for your permission to construct a wardrone. I got the tools, blueprints and materials. Just need the green light from you," Maddox had said. Yanim checked the ship's intraweb and retrieved Maddox's supply request, which had been cc'ed by Neasha. "You don't need my permission to make what you will with the supplies you have on hand, but I'm assuming that this is the reason you requested that security bot core- in which case I'd assume my permission is an implicit guarantee that you'll receive the goods you asked for." Yanim used her implant to search the interstellar networks for pricing before answering in the affirmative. "We can make it happen." "What's up, boss? Who's the green guy?" Taylor asked as she approached. Yanim crossed her arms. "That hulking figure is a former crewmate of mine, back when I worked for HarkArk. Believe it or not, he's a feeblian, but... enhanced by biological modification of some sort. His name is Squish, and Sledge is requesting permission to bring him aboard the Muramasa... well, the Muramasa crew," she corrected herself, "since you'll be flying on another ship soon enough. His employment will be on a trial basis. If he disappears like Sledge did before your last mission, then he won't be paid, and if he causes damage with that unnatural body of his, then we'll evaluate him with that in mind." The melora were already hard at work repairing the Cataract and the Sparrowhawk as [B]Captain Pang-Su "Lucky" Cheng[/B] descended the ramp with some of his crew. Cheng, a human of strong build hailing from the Chinese mainland, was a swaggering and headstrong man whose very presence exuded confidence. Having come from an upper-class family, Cheng had gone to high-end schools and learned English as fluently as Mandarin, and was an accomplished private security contractor on Terra before moving on to interstellar work. He earned his nickname early on, as his aggressive maneuvers at the helm of the Sparrowhawk earned him a reputation for tempting fate. Taylor had saluted at him, and he returned the salute. Constantine trotted his way over to give him a welcome while Neasha inspected the crazy-looking shuttle Sledge rode in on. Arkadam, meanwhile, was tossed into a holding cell on the deck above.

Maddox nodded. "Thanks boss!" He then nodded towards Taylor and excused himself. Walking back to the armory Maddox begun to prepare the base for the first wardrone.

[QUOTE]So what caused you to get a coma?[/QUOTE] "Getting blown the fuck up!"

[QUOTE=blorgyboy;51348327]Bucky shrugged. "Just getting a better angle for the screen, Amelia. What's up?" She replies, turning her head to look at Amelia with a quizzical expression and a slight smile. Inwardly she mentally chuckles. Funny reaction, defensive as nerdy types usually get, but in a friendly way most don't have the wherewithal to perform. Outwardly, Bucky seems genuinely unawares.[/QUOTE] Amelia stares at Bucky with a puzzled look. 'What is she up to? Can she even comprehend what messages she is sending?' she takes a double take, lowering her eyelids on the second take, before slowly turning her head to the TV screen, then takes her eyes off of Bucky. The next episode is about to play, the op starts up. Amelia wonders if Bucky will take it any further...

Sledge tapped Squish in the chest with the back of his hand. "You heard Yanim, you should probably un-Hulk while we're on the ship."

Bucky gets comfortable and slowly moves just close enough to where she can comfortably rest her head on the side of Amelia's chair. She holds off on making physical contact for the moment, she doesn't mean to make moves that Amelia won't like. At this point she's seeing how the rolls of the dice go.

Amelia tries not to notice Bucky's advance towards her. Generally relaxed, but this slight thought in her head thinks that Bucky may have an ulterior motive as to why she keeps getting closer and closer. 'Let's see what this does...' Amelia thinks. She moves her hand on top of Bucky's head and pats it. Amelia is still keeping her eyes on the TV screen.

Bucky giggles and looks up at Amelia with a questioning expression. "What was that for?" She asks, seeming genuinely puzzled. Her hair is pleasantly smoothe, certainly softer than one might think given that it gets a daily treatment of industrial coolants and engine oils. Bucky probably takes good care of herself.

Amelia thinks up a quick answer "You positioned yourself to allow a head pat, right?" she keeps on patting. This hair is wonderful, each and every hair is silky smooth and wonderful to touch. The sheer volume of hair only makes it better as Amelia can dig into it like she's searching for gold.

Bucky tilts her head slightly. "Well, no... I was just trying to rest my head on the chair to get comfy. But if you wanna, then go ahead I guess." Bucky replies, she doesn't seem to either mind or care too much. "You like hair or something?"

"I do indeed love hair," Amelia shakes her head for her own hair to flop about, although it isn't silky smooth, it is very poofy. Almost comically poofy, "Wanna touch mine while I touch yours?" she blushes slightly. This is probably the first interaction of, what Amelia calls, 'girl talk'.

Bucky shrugs and gestures for Amelia to come down to the floor to join her. "Sure, I guess. I don't think anybody has doted on my hair since I left home actually, I think I'd like that."

Amelia pauses, "Dote?" she tilts her head.

"Yeah, y'know. Like paid attention to, patted, petted, whatever. Most people don't bother with me much since they don't think I'm a full person, being artificially made and all. But hey, I like a little attention when it finds me. Come on down?" Bucky pats the floor in front of her invitingly.

"Sure!" Amelia swings her legs forward to jump off the chair, then lays down, her legs to the side. She pauses the show, then stares at Bucky, "Now what?"

"Well, if you just wanna play with my hair I'll just lay back and you can do as you please..." She says, laying back so her head rests just next to Amelia's chest on the ground. "So, you like to do this sort of thing often?"

((Might want to wrap it up, guys. Its a space RP, not a yuri RP.))

[B]Squash looks to Sledge.[/B] "So where is the trash chute? I need to get this stuff out of my system."

Sledge gestures vaguely in the direction of an oversized hatch labelled "TRASH".

[B]Squash squints through his glasses.[/B] "So it is." [B]Squash walks up to the intimidating hatch and reaches inside his biological study kit. He pulls out a pepper shaker.[/B] "Everyone may want to step back." [B]Squash takes a big breath, inhaling the pepper. Soon great torrents of air begins to get sucked towards Squash.[/B] "Aaahhhh, Aaaaahhh, Ahh- CHOOOOOOOOO." [B]In what could only be described as a hull destroying snot tornado, Squash holds on and expels all of his mucus. After this is done, the normal crew member Squish could plainly be seen. He was back and ready to get to work.[/B]

"Hahaha, that's never not completely disgusting."

"It's been nice talking to you Jason. Just take it easy for a bit." Amy got off her stool "I'll be in my quarters for a bit to see what I'm gonna order." With a bit of a wobly step from the vodka she left the mess hall. Again, not the best idea when you just woke up from a coma and havent eaten. She was on her way to her own room when she heard a familiar sound comming from Amelia's room. A sound all too familiar. A sound she grew accustomed to in the Alpha sisters. She oppened the door. "Yoooooo, is that fucking Ace of space?"

Ahaz is frogmarched back on ship by the hangar security. The guard wanders through the ship until he runs into Amy. "Excuse me miss, do you know where the captain is?"

"She's outside talking to the boss I assume."

The guard says, "Thanks." and turns to leave, marching Ahaz along with him. Ahaz turns back to look at Amy with a heartbreakingly sad expression, sort of like a puppy who's being punished without knowing what it did wrong.

Mercy yawned, still idling about in the medbay with no one about. She decided to take up the offer of free stuff she'd had her eye on for a while now, so shot a quick message to who she presumed was procuring them. [quote]<:: [b]Subject:[/b] The Three Items <:: [b]To:[/b] Neasha <:: [b]From:[/b] Mercy. I'd heard something that we're getting a choice of three items that we want that can be anything, so I decided to take up the offer: 1) [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/7/71/CNCTW_Early_Commando_Concept_Art_2.png/revision/latest?cb=20100612110245]Hightower-Yamamoto Mk. VI Infantry Armor[/url] [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/cnc/images/d/dd/CNCTW_Early_Commando_Concept_Art_3.png/revision/latest?cb=20100612110245](Medic Variant) w/ Mounted Syringe Gun attachment[/url]. This armor should help me not die on the field, which in turn helps everyone else not die. 2) Bulk Ketamine, preferably in powdered form. This combined with the mounted syringe gun on the armor? You can probably guess. 3) Edition #59 of Universal Erotica's "B" Category, preferably in digital. Just, try and not tell anyone else on the crew, please? I want to keep this one on the down low.[/quote] Mercy took a quick look around to make sure no one else actually saw her put the last one on the list, and quickly sent it.

[I]Meanwhile in a system far away.[/I] The morale on board the Starving Buzzard was low. Failing to achieve their objective and their revenge being denied by Argus had taken its toll on the surviving Vultures. Archangel now had to report this to the Executor and somehow explain what had happened on board the Muramasa. The android had retreated to his onw quarters, away from the rest, to fix his broken arm and give his report. The holographic projector flickered to life and Mordecai's sitting silluete was displayed before him. "Ah, Archangel. I trust that you sucseeded in your task and the archive is in your posetion on its way to Gibel." "Unfortunettly no. Uploading the records of the event now. We intercepted the ship as it was leaving orbit. I even gave the captain an oportunity to surender the Archive and to leave them. Before boarding their ship, I went through the database to see if any of the crew are on it. While some of them were missing, others have interesting connections both through their family and friends. One name stood out however. The ownder of the vessel. You may know her." Mordecai stood in his seat. His face growing more grim as Archangel gave his report. "I currently do not care about whoever is the owner of that scrapheap. I only care about the Archives. Get on with it!" Archangel continued "During the fight, the life support and gravity were damaged while I engaged with the captain in close quarter combat, that is when she revealed that the Archives were on board another ship and that they were engaged with us as a diversion tactic. I then gave the men the go ahead to disregard the no-kill order as they were not the ones carrying the Archive. We would have won had Argos not intervened and force us to retreat." Mordecai stood up from his char and walked around his desk, the camera following him, as he began to talk. "Tell me. Why did you give them a chance to prepare instead of striking first and leaving them wounded and unable to fight back? Why would you, an android continue to be engaged with the enemy in what seems to be a rage fuelled fight with a loosing combatant? This is not something a logical mind such as you would partake in." "The enemy ship was in poor condition before the fight and if they had suffered casualties it would have meant that they would be in poor fighting condition. As for the second part, I calculated that the men would be demoralized and that the odds of the ship being anywhere near us would be small. So I gave the order to let them have revenge for all the spilled blood of their comrades." "Something you could have done from a safe distance and with missiles and torpedoes. You failed in acomplishing your objective and now you are giving excuses." He now stood in front of his desk. "Return to Gibel as soon as you can. I have another task for you and you will need your team back at full strenght for this. Fail me again however and I will not hesitate to terminate you." The feed cutout as Archangel stood in his room in silence. He looked at his repaired arm and balled his hand into a fist. Something was changing with him, he just didn't know what. Meanwhile on Gibel, Mordecai began to examine the footage and read through the data he recieved. Pinning the names of interest, he started making a list.

Hariim heads down to a quartermaster and tries to procure some equipment for himself. A better power suit equipped for high maneuverability and zero-g work. Seeker ammunition for his Baur, able to track targets and deliver their armor-piercing payloads. On top of this, he also requisitions a few new weapons. A laser rifle which features an in-built spectrometer and adjustable focus lensing crystal, permitting him to tailor his fire to best damage his targets. He also gets himself a plasma blaster, lower charge capacity but higher power; good for close encounters. Hariim puts out a message to the crew telling them he's out and about doing some shopping, and that he's got some cart space to spare if they want or need anything. [QUOTE]I'm out making some requisitions. I'll take orders if you all need anything. -XO Hariim[/QUOTE]