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

Rask rubbed his face with his sleeve and grunted at the sight of blood, still trickling from his lip. "If you think I'd risk my own life to help you in whatever half-baked escape plan you have cooked up, you'd be wrong. I've already punched my ticket out, keh. It'll take a few days, but it's gonna be worth it." --- [B]Prospera[/B] An inconspicuous silver vehicle glided down a glittering downtown boulevard, reflecting the gold and neon lights it passed on its way to a small but wealthy establishment on a particular corner where Zhesid knew he would find his weekly contact. Kras usually had nothing to offer in the way of information on the case he was originally hired for, but his connections to the criminal underground made him an excellent informant nonetheless. The car stopped briefly and opened its gull-wing doors, allowing Zhesid to step out onto the curb before the driver moved on. He calmly adjusted his collar and tie, clothing he wore in order to present himself as an offworlder, before proceeding into the lobby. The building was similarly laid out to other hotels in the area: a front desk and bar on the ground floor, rooms for hire above, and something exclusive downstairs, guarded by a cadre of frighteningly-large bouncers. In this case, it was pit fighting. Zhesid had no interest in the sport, he was simply here for a quick drink and a private conversation. When he reached the bar, however, something was off; Kras was nowhere in sight. Still, there was no reason to expect anything other than a momentary delay, and so he sat down and ordered his usual- a Jata-omo, a lemony soft drink from somewhere out west that he had first tasted at an import shop in Razam, the capital of Bakral. He didn't like alcohol, nor interacting with drunk people. They were obnoxious and he didn't want to degrade himself. He was so close to promotion, he could taste it. News of Vorokar's arrest had run like a lightning bolt through the GKVR, and he savored the thought that Ryvik, the arrogant but effective phenom that Vorokar had promoted so quickly, had been suspended, thereby correcting a slight injustice he perceived. Better yet, Zhesid had finally gotten a long-needed surgery to correct an endocrine disorder which had dampened his health for years, and he had already gained a bit of weight. And since the suspension of Vorokar's operation was considered separate from the search for the "doppelganger" terrorist who looked so much like Yanim Terika, Zhesid was still on the case, and, pending his success, he might even be able to take over Ryvik's duties on the actual Terika's case should the agency decide to pursue it again. But as ten minutes slowly ticked by, Zhesid was beginning to worry that something was amiss. He looked up and down the lobby, searching for that old bastard, Kras, and didn't see him anywhere. Something else caught his eye, however. He stood up and pretended to walk toward the restrooms, trying to get a better look, and his blood gradually ran ice cold as he approached. A shock of pink hair turned to a familiar cut; a kanad face showed its familiar profile. Before he knew it, there was no mistaking it- either Yanim Terika or her lookalike was sitting alone at one of the booths. Before he could even process how to approach, she looked his way, smug as a snake and mouthed the word "shkuta." [I]Sit.[/I] Zhesid calmly walked over, discreetly pressing a button in his cuff to summon a few of his aides. As he had not told them beforehand that he would be expecting them, this would be interpreted as a call for backup. He seated himself across from the mysterious girl and looked her in the eyes. Up close, he noticed the differences Ryvik had once pointed out which marked her as the doppelganger. "[You came here to find me, didn't you? You know what I am and what will happen to you now,]" he said quietly, just above the quiet jazz that played in the lobby. The girl just smiled, knowingly. Zhesid continued, undeterred: "[We have many questions about your involvement on Spirra during the putsch. But before any of that, I want to know why you've chosen to surrender now.]" "[I haven't surrendered.]" Zhesid was beginning to get irritated. "[You have nowhere to run,]" Zhesid insisted. "[I have backup coming as we speak, and you are in no position to negotiate. Whatever you call it, what you are doing now is hardly resisting. Are you even armed?]" "[I have all I need. Where is Yanim Terika?]" "[You answer to me, not the other way around. First of all, who are you.]" "[You don't even know, do you?]" she said, losing her smile. Zhesid raised his voice a bit, but remained as calm as he could manage. "[Of course! That's why I'm asking-]" The girl interrupted. "[No. Not that, the other thing. You don't know where Yanim Terika is, do you?]" Zhesid blinked. What was going on? Why was she so confident that she felt she could sass him so unabashedly? And where was his backup? It was then that he noticed a small skull pin in her collar, too small to have been seen in the security footage they had received at the Bureau. It looked like something belonging to the Death Vigil... That was something he didn't want to deal with, considering the Vigil's presence on most of Prospera these days. Reluctantly, he made an offer. "[Tell me who you are, and I'll tell you where she is.]" "[Don't bother. I can answer both,]" she taunted. "[This is just between you and me: Your comrades aren't coming because [I]my[/I] comrades got to them first. I am not resisting because I am exactly where I want to be. And you... you're the one who has nowhere to run. I'm sure you think of me as some sort of fake, a copy of Yanim Terika, correct?]" Zhesid suddenly looked quite pale, as if he hadn't gotten his surgery after all. He nodded. "[I'm Yanim Terika. She's the fake.]"

Valkyrie cut a glance and smirk to Frosty in the other cell, then looked to János. "Was giving him reading material, Mr. Warden." she stated, folding her hands behind her back. She stepped to the side so that János could see that all she had given Markus was his holotablet. "Anyway, I'm off." she said, with a faux two fingered salute before heading out of the brig of the Cataract. She headed through the ship, back to the crew quarters. She found Mercy's room, and knocked twice. "[I]Oh nuuurse?[/I]" she said, a grin on her face. "Brought you a little somethin'." She pondered if Mercy was actually in her room. If not, she'd check the medical bay.

János went over and saw that Valk had in fact just given Markus his holotablet. As she left, he looked at Markus. "You mind telling me what kind of reading material that is?"

"At least that kid learned his lesson at the end. One of a million?" Alex shrugged. "Usually SDF soldiers don't talk about the bad things they did. You got sick of that crap?"

Mercy, having done nothing of real note in the past little while, woke up to the sound of knocking to her door. Huh. Someone coming to visit [i]her[/i]? That's odder than it should be. In any case, she sits up in bed, yawning and rubbing some sleep out of her eyes before she gets up. Mercy lazily saunters over to her bedroom door and opens it, revealing her bedfrazzled hair and half-lidded, tired eyes to the galaxy. Or, well, whoever's standing outside her door, at least. "[i]Oui?[/i]" She asks, barely knowing or seeing who the hell even knocked on her door.

"Well good mornin', sleeping beauty." said Valkyrie, bearing one hell of a grin. "Apparently [I][B]someone's[/B][/I] a bit of a dirty girl." She straightened up, and pulled out the subscription chip. "I believe [I]this[/I] is yours?" she said, holding it up. On the chip there was a mark labeling what type of lewd material it was exactly. And it was the one Mercy had ordered. "Didn't expect [I][B]you[/B][/I] to be the kinky one."

Mercy, still basically asleep at this point responds with a "Mnh?" as she sluggishly takes the chip and begins reading at it. She squints, still rea- oh there she is. [i]Now[/i] she's fully awake. Eyes wide like a deer in headlights and looking up at Valkyrie while a blush paints itself across her cheeks. Pursing her lips, she finally pipes up with a simple; "How did you...?"

"Process of elimination." said Valkyrie, with a wicked smile. "You were denied it in the requests, along with a few things others ordered. [I]Soooo[/I] while I was shopping, I decided to grab a subscription for you. Three years worth."

Mercy hastily stuffs the little chip into her pocket. "Well- uhm..." She clears her throat, looking around, as well as scratching the back of her neck. Looks like she [i]reaaallly[/i] did not expect this. "...Erm... [i]merci[/i], I suppose...?"

"[I]Nooo[/I] problem." said Valkyrie with a wink. "I had that same subscription a few years ago. Good shit." She nodded, before taking a step back. "[I]Enjoy.[/I]" she said with one last flash of a grin before turning and walking away.

Maddox shrugged. "Suit yourself lil' man."

As soon as Valk is comfortably out of sight, Mercy closes the door like a bullet, leaning up against it and letting out a looooong, deep breath. Well. There goes any hope of people not finding out about it. Making it worse is Valkyrie's... less than stellar reputation. But... well, if Mercy ever was in need... From that point, Mercy's shocked expression turned to a displeased one, then to a grin, due to various... lewd thoughts floating around in her head. Which won't be repeated here. You know, think of the children and all that.

After hanging back close to Taylor Iron started to get hungry. He excused himself and left for the mess hall onboard the Cataract. "Howdy amigos." He said as he walked past Alex and Porter. Iron found a plate of left-overs, somekind of shrimp stuff by the looks of it, and grunted amusingly. He turned to Alex. "Sorry to bother you chef but you don't happen to have one or two of those zero-G food containers? You know the kind you connect to a mask and drink?"

Valkyrie strolled out of the ship, stepping off the ramp of the Cataract to see Taylor looking over something on her holotablet. As well as a large mass of equipment off to the side of the hangar. She recognized three of the objects almost instantly. Looks like they had all the equipment they had ordered. She strolled over, poking Taylor in the kidney as she passed by, and stopped next to all the equipment with her hands in her jacket pockets. The question now was...where the hell were they gonna put all of this? Eh, she'd let Taylor worry about that. She maneuvered through the equipment and such to her drone workbench. She inspected it, checking to see everything was there and in prime condition. Which it was. She did the same with the AI production module. The module itself actually attached to the drone workbench, so that the drones produced would have AL installed on them as soon as they were activated if the operator so chose. Finally, she inspected her tattoo station. Multiple shelves for ink and such, a sink, rack for the tattoo gun...all good. - - - - - - - - - - Taylor jumped when Valk poked her, then cut her a hateful look before noticing where she was going. Looks like they had gathered all the equipment aboard before they left. Good! Taylor put her holotablet away, and walked over herself to inspect the stuff she had ordered. The Power Armor rack was apparently fresh out of the box. Never been used. Good. She'd have to install hardware and software updates, but that wouldn't be much of a problem. The weight bench also looked to be brand new, and had all the proper weights and settings for power lifting. Finally, sitting on the seat of the weight bench was a suitcase with a picture of a revolver on it. There it was, her conversion kit. She stepped over and turned around, flipping off the latches holding it closed. She lifted the lid and inspected the case's contents. A full conversion kit, to turn her kinetic revolver into a rail revolver.

Markus laid down in his bed and. Crossed his legs while he began flicking through the tablets content. He gave Janos a glance with a smirk, "Ahh nothin noteworth, warden. Just some litterature about the human anatomy" he answered with a chuckle.

After a good few minutes of swooning over her own thoughts, Mercy takes the chip from her pocket, taking another quick peek at it before shrugging. She hops up off of the floor, slotting the chip into her tablet and flopping onto the bed. Before she gets the chance to actually... peruse her subscription, a thought crosses her head. If Valk was able to know that [i]that[/i] is something she ordered... then the rest of the stuff she ordered must be here, right? After a moment of contemplation of whether or not to go get it now or later, she sighs and gets up, tablet remaining on the bed. At least if she gets the stuff now it won't be stolen. Opening the door, more composed than the first time she's done that today, and taking a leisurely stroll down and out of the ship, to the pile of [del]trash that mostly isn't hers[/del] stuff that people have ordered, rummaging around for what should be some fairly simple things to find.

Taylor glanced over from where she was standing to see Mercy arrive and start to look through the large mass of stuff. Taylor lifted a hand towards Mercy, snapped her fingers twice, then pointed towards a box towards towards the back that had a large medical cross on it. "I think that's yours." she said simply. She returned to what she was doing afterwards, shutting the case and grabbing it by the handle. She'd put the case away in her room, then come back to move the weight bench somewhere. She'd have to get some of the carrier's workers to help her move the power armor rack, as the maintenance terminal mounted on the side made it a bit heavy. She turned around, and headed back over and into the Cataract to her room, where she dropped off the conversion kit. Then, she returned to the pile and began to move the weights and the weight bench itself out of it.

Mercy blinked as the [i]extremely obvious box[/i] was pointed out to her. Is embarrassment going to become a running theme today? Either way, she passed a grateful (if a little half-hearted) nod towards Taylor as well as a small "[i]Merci.[/i]" as she made her way over to the [del]torture[/del] medical equipment she got. Unlatching the box and revealing its goodies... yep, armor and a couple jars of ketamine. Lovely. She took a gauntlet from the box and slipped it on just over her clothes, inspecting it closely. After a little bit of fiddling, a hatch opens up. With a satisfied, sinister grin, Mercy slips the gauntlet back off and places it into the box, closing it back up tight and beginning the long trek of dragging it back to her room.

After Valk's violin performance has stopped. Jason heard her cabin door open as footsteps rang out of earshot. Jason still sat there, Emotionless after what had happened a few minutes prior. however he did feel the buzz of the Wrist Monitor, Notifying him of a message that the items that he wanted has now arrived however. one was rejected due to being only in cinemas. "Darn it. I knew i should have put in Novels instead of Trilogy, oh well. at least i still got the other two that i wanted" Jason stood up from his bed then proceeded to go out of his cabin and went outside of the ship, he then recognized the two items that were in the pile. He opened the larger package and grabbed out the [URL="http://i.imgur.com/jzG5H7f.png"]X35[/URL] from its box. The holographic sight was in a plastic container that was included in the box, as well as a few clips of the gun. He then opened the the smaller package and the Holotech Terrain Scanner was there. he then closed the smaller package then began to inspect the X35. admiring its model look and mechanism to operate it. "Nice to see you again bud." after inspecting the gun he turned and saw Valk minding her own items as well. even though Valk was pretty rough on Jason after she woke up a few weeks ago. Jason still see her as more of a normal person in the inside of her dangerous attitude. He used to play with the same Attitude that Valk has during his training years but, he grew out of it after he became a squad leader. Jason still remembered giving her the coin when she was still in a coma. hoping to raise her faith after she woke up. To Jason, Valk was like coffee that gave an actual punch and he liked that.

With everything roughly in order, Neasha kicked back on the bridge while Yanim stood up and tidied up her hair. "I'm heading to the dormitories to have a word with Arkadam and the new recruits. About how long will this jump take?" Neahsa yawned. "About four days, tops. Its a heavy ship but it's got a lot of muscle behind it. Now that we're at full warp, we should be safe enough to just leave it on autopilot." "Good. Sounds like smooth sailing." --- A melora entered the Aurikha's brig and casually strolled over to the cells where Maddox and Rask were kept. Maddox stepped up to the vented Plexiglas wall and watched as the SULP employee removed a small tray and a boxed meal, the kind with a chemical heat implement built into the package to allow Maddox to cook his own food. He received his meal through the safety slot, and the watched the melora prepare a similar tray for Rask. Just before handing it through the slot, the melora placed a device under the box. Rask thanked him and took it in. There was a sound of tapping, of a dial being turned, so quiet that only in the spacious but empty brig cells, where the sound was echoing, could Maddox hear it. Then, Rask began to whisper. "...Spaska? Har kisk shtyk'et? K'em Rask Vor'Pangn, dar misraht vom dar Terika-Belladonna Mechk. Shtyk'et?" "<Yakka. Kezi rit virima kisk yoma skedet sar kezet ohr ar ansar kir meckh-kadaren van nilmika apar, krek'ir erpar geshytk.>" The tinny voice on the communicator was speaking Kanad, but clearly wasn't a kanad. Its voice was too smooth and too pleasant compared to the usual rasping, sneering, and generally horrible speech patterns of a kanad speaking its native language. It wasn't clear, until Rask gave it away. "Ke yoht ketse shkuta dah yik [B]ayr[/B] varken! Kader?" Somehow, Maddox picked the word ayr out of Rask's quick speech, and had also spent enough time in space to know that "varken" meant "ship." So Rask really did have something rigged up after all, but how did it involve an ayr ship? --- [video=youtube;AhTC7dpWOyM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhTC7dpWOyM[/video] [quote]Febraury 8th, 2385: I'm almost out of here, keh. 600 million in bribes to the Osch Batakya and the Imperial Starfleet, and I've still got a quarter billion tucked away for my [I]bright new future[/I]. Of course they're going to waive my arrest warrants after this, after all, I'm about to liquidate one of the Collective's most persistent little termites... Now we'll see which of us knows how to survive, Yanim! -Rask[/quote] It was still early morning when the Aurikha began to slow from its long warp. Half of the alpha crew was still asleep while the other half was in no shape for combat. There was no reason to suspect hostilities and the only live weapons were being operated by SULP personnel. It was a lazy day, and Yanim, having just awoken with a small amount of excitement over the thought of visiting an old friend, was watching the news and sipping on a cup of mocha. INTERGALACTICA- the ubiquitous news channel on everything, everywhere, had taken a break from its wall-to-wall coverage of the kanad-sanghvi conflict to give some short remarks on a notable criminal case, namely, the hunt for the Terika-Belladonna Company. She sat in bemusement as the crew's portraits were flashed across the holoscreen, some being hilariously-inaccurate "artist's renditions." Yanim's picture was accurate, at least, and the station warned to steer clear of the one people were beginning to call the "bloody fox-" apparently taken from the company's logo. She had never heard anyone call her that, and frankly, found it ridiculous. Conspicuously, Rask's image never came up in the broadcast. Yanim sneered. Maybe they thought he was dead. But something else was bothering her. The report stated that the Kanad SS was reopening its full search after a brief suspension following the hideous murder of a agent, by Yanim, on Prospera just days before. They said a man named Zhesid Rozel was disemboweled by a sort of "unusual tail-blade." Yanim shook her head. While she didn't really care what happened to those SS thugs, she didn't like having an imitator, especially one who mimicked her worst aspects. With so much in the revolutionary business resting on her reputation as a heroic rebel, she certainly didn't want her clients to think of her as a psychopathic "bloody fox." She got up and shuffled out toward the hangars to see if anyone else was up and about.

Iron nodded towards Yanim. "Morning boss." He said as he sat on a box next to Sting's truck. He was currently tinkering with his heavy hand cannon.

Yanim nodded with a smile. Iron was one of the new employees she was still getting familiar with. "Yes, very good," she replied. "Glad to see that we have at least one gun at the ready, in case of emergency. Speaking of which..." she said, looking a bit concerned. She reached down to her boot holster and found that she wasn't carrying her pistol. "Ah, shnka. Leave it to me to not follow my own advice."

"Mornin'" Aaron said with a wave to Yanim as he sat next to Iron.

Iron grunted. "I got a spare if you need one." He shrugged and nodded towards the gun in his hand. "Not as big as this, but it's somethin'." He glanced over to Aaron. "Same goes for you."

As Yanim spoke to Iron and Aaron, there was a loud noise of metal colliding with metal. The noise had originated from Taylor, dropping the heavy barbell and massive set of weights onto the floor. She had been working out for a bit, putting her new weight bench through its paces. After that would come her run around the carrier, five laps, then she'd rest for the rest of the day unless Yanim had something for her to do. The weights themselves, several on either side, varied in weight. The highest being around 100 lbs, with several smaller ones. She had actually run out of weights to put on the barbell, and had to resort to rigging some of her heavy plasma autoshotgun's ammo canisters on a ring on both sides. All in all, the weight evened out to about 750 lbs (340.194 kg). She let out a satisfied breath, working her shoulders a bit as she stepped back away from the barbell. 750...little more than last time. Good. Maybe she could hit 775? Or 800? She nodded. There we go. Another goal. 800 pounds. She drank some of the water she had sitting nearby just for her, then tapped on her holotablet. It beeped as soon as her finger touched it. Incoming call! She raised an eyebrow, then sat down on the bench's seat as she looked at the screen. It was Mom! She swiped a finger across the screen, and up popped her mom's face. Hair still as messy as ever, eyepatch still there, and what looked like a cigarette hung from the corner of her mother's mouth. She seemed to on her ship, at the controls. [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYhtbBsQqNM"]Music played in the background.[/URL] She had on a T-shirt from the looks of it, with the logo of some ancient Terran band. Looked like it said 'Motorhead' or something. Her remaining left eye studied Taylor's own features, then smirked. "Hey, baby girl." she said, her voice a bit rough. She must had just woken up. "Hey mom. You know its been months?" Taylor replied, with a bit of a smile. "I was waiting on [I]YOU[/I] to call. You did say that you were gonna call me after that last job you did." chuckled Miranda. Her mother pulled out a lighter, flicked it, and lit the cigarette in her mouth before tossing the lighter on the dash. "So how've you been? Still in one piece?" she asked afterwards, blowing smoke from her nostrils as she continued to look over Taylor's face. "For the most part. Got a few new scars...and this." she said, before playing with the tip of her ear that had been shot off during one of the TBC's previous missions. "Ouch. Looked like you almost got your head taken off." said Miranda. The look in her eyes gave away that she was worried, but her facial expression hid it well. "I'm fine, Mom, don't worry." she said, with a smile. "How's things there? How's my [I]other[/I] mother?" Miranda chuckled. "Lex's fine. She asked about you. Wanted to know how you were doin', and said that you should ca--" Taylor nodded along before interrupting. "Yeah, yeah, she wanted me to call her and talk to her more often. Iron told me." Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Iron? He there with you?" asked Miranda, attempting to look past Taylor's face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sounds of more violin music sounded through the Armory of the Cataract, as Valkyrie softly played her instrument while the programs on her new drone workstation and AI module flashed and beeped. Data being processed, information stored or used. She was waiting on one of her newest creations to finish, the final form of the ADAM AI that she had developed. She'd install it on a few drones that Maddox had built, using them as a test bed for any future projects she had with the ADAM AI while Maddox sat in his cell. Meanwhile, a second AI was also being developed alongside it. A brand new AI, one she had been making over the past few years, and had just gathered enough information (thanks to her friend Jester in the Culture) to finish. She'd call this one EVE. It would serve as an intelligent AI, and the bridging point between her and the ADAM AI in the field.

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;51577535]Iron grunted. "I got a spare if you need one." He shrugged and nodded towards the gun in his hand. "Not as big as this, but it's somethin'." He glanced over to Aaron. "Same goes for you."[/QUOTE] "Hmm, you got anything in 10mm?"

As per captain orders, the dynamic duo of dormitory destruction were released as their time in the brig was up. But before they could go about their business, they had one thing to take care of: cleaning up Maddox's cabin, so out came the febreze and the mops and the brooms and the buckets. Considering how much damage the two of them caused, this would be a long and arduous process. All of Maddox's underpants would need to be untied together, the purple jelly on the ceiling would need to be wiped off, and the bathroom was probably engulfed in flames by now because of the burning toilet paper. Despite having to perform a cleaning service, this would allow Moloch the opportunity to check Maddox's cabin again. And the moment the two entered in, they discovered something on the floor that wasn't there before: the remains of a communicator of sorts, completely smashed to pieces. Moloch put all of it's parts into a plastic bag and placed it in his coat so he could inspect it later. Before he and Frosty got to work, he put on some music on Maddox's radio from his favorite genre to make the whole cleaning process less boring. [media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QZjJU-mtFU[/media] Now, what to do about that faint smell of urine in the air...

Meanwhile, in the Cateract's relatively empty medbay, Mercy was fooling around, making solutions using the powdered ketamine she recieved a couple days earlier. There seemed to be a... number of syringes laying around. Mostly all near her and laying under some sort of... figure? It wasn't alive, at least. Just some sort of testing dummy. Mercy took one of the syringes near her and dipped it into her latest batch, filling it up with the sleep toxin. "Perhaps... [i]zhis[/i] one will work..." Fiddling with the gauntlet on her arm, the hatch opened and she loaded the newest syringe. Taking aim straight for the dummy's neck, she lowered her hand and fired the dart out, making a clean hit. Mercy took a gander over and inspected her work closely. After a few minutes, and acquiring a perverse grin, she sauntered back over to the counter, beginning to clean up. [i]That[/i] was the one.

Sting swung open the door to her sleeper and jumped down, her bandoliers, chains and spurs making all sorts of jingling noises. She corrected her belts and bandoliers with her lower arms while her upper hands corrected her hat. She looked between Iron and Yanim and tipped her hat, "Ironman, boss." she said as she took out her flask and offered it to Yanim "A sip o the good stuff?" she asked with a smirk.

Ever since she got her hands on her new armor and weapon, Amy has spend the entire time in the amrory, working on them. The sniper needed to be adjusted to her preferences and also to handle the different ammo types she was going to be putting in there. The real time vampire was the armor. Maddox picked a fine time to turn into a mental case, leaving her to work on it mostly alone. Valkyrie was did help here and there, but she was mostly busy with her own project. The music, while surprising, was a pleasent addition to the workplace. "If this doesnt work, I'm shooting Maddox in the dick." She said as she turned on the stealth generator for a test-run. If it last more than 30 seconds, then it was good and ready. The last few days had been filled with one failed attempt after the other, so the frustration was building up. 10 seconds. So far so good. The news about TBC being declared wanted terrorists didnt sit well with her. That just oppens the door for people to find them. Argos, The Sisters, the Creed. A lot of people would want them and all because of some stupid boxes. 20 seconds. Still, maybe the heat could be used to their benefit. Not everyone wants to touch something like this. And maybe Iron could call up some of his bounty hunter buddies to get some favors in. Unless he was one of those lone wolf types. 30 seconds and nothing bad happens. She let out a loud HA as the generator finally did its job. She was now ready to be back on the field. --- Alex didnt fall behind from his sister in terms of utilizing the new equipment. The armor and sword were going to be put to good use. It's been years since he was in armor, but the training allowed him to feel like a second skin. Training with Valk picked up, as he had to put her and the new equipment through their paces. The results were getting better, but he still wondered how much he could keep away. Sting was a new addition he didnt expect, but honestly, he didnt mind her. It felt strangely good to have a reminder of Duroma on board.