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

"I sure am. Last time we saw that guy he was dead." Maddox glanced at Alex. "You think his newfound pals know somekind of magic or someshit? They seem a bit too rag-tag to be using nanites."

"All the wounds Mr. Frosty has received in his tour of service with your company have been healed! Our master found him deceased in his own personal starfighter, but by his might he lives and breathes! Now, when Mr. Frosty awoke, he expressed a strong desire to return to you. However, Mr. Frosty is a very important person to us. It is imperative you keep him alive! In order to increase his chances of survival, we have given him a brand new starfighter, as well as several new pieces of equipment. The two strongboxes he was found with will also be given along with him. Do take good care of him, captain! His wellbeing means just as much to us as it does to you!" The Quds member walked slowly towards Taylor. "Oh, and not only will you receive Mr. Frosty and his belongings, but another one of our people who wishes to look out for him. I do hope you have a spare cabin in your ship to accommodate him, captain." Frosty's smile turned into a look of shock when he said that last statement. He then looked back to Taylor with a dead look in his eyes as he slowly shook his head.

[QUOTE]You think his newfound pals know somekind of magic or someshit? They seem a bit too rag-tag to be using nanites.[/QUOTE] "Magic? Isnt that heretical talk?" Alex ribbed at Maddox as he listened to the person speaking. [QUOTE]Oh, and not only will you receive Mr. Frosty and his belongings, but another one of our people who wishes to look out for him. I do hope you have a spare cabin in your ship to accommodate him, captain.[/QUOTE] "Oh, what now?"

"You tell me." He said as he listened to the Quds Force man. "Now this sounds interesting. You don't they're sending along a babysitter?"

Checkers simply waited with her arms behind her back at the met up with Frosty and Taylor, Haz reluctantly did the same. The Argos teams held back with their commanders as they waited for things to settle down before they begin their work. [B]---[/B] Jag stood upon the hanger door, making blank stare towards the unknowns, it's vision narrowed sharply at the shuttle. Even though it was very faint, there was something unworldly among them. Something just didn't feel right as it looked more and more at them, though it's felt nothing from what looked to be a guard of some sort. Though it lingered just beyond it's sight, it quickly knew that whatever was in the shuttle wasn't right. Whatever it was, it made Jag feel a sense that it had long believed to forsaken, removed from it's mind. That being, Fear. [B]---[/B] Hestia treated Hariim's grievous wounds within the medbay, hoping that with the additional aid would lead to a speedily recovery.

[QUOTE]Now this sounds interesting. You don't they're sending along a babysitter?[/QUOTE] "Probably. Frosty doesnt look to happy about it though. And Mr. Graves. Did you try to provoke my inner fanatic?"

Maddox smirked. "I would never even think of doing such a thing." He returned to look at Frosty. "But yes, he doesn't look too happy about that decision."

[QUOTE]"Oh, and not only will you receive Mr. Frosty and his belongings, but another one of our people who wishes to look out for him. I do hope you have a spare cabin in your ship to accommodate him, captain."[/QUOTE] So they're sending someone with Frosty? Taylor glanced from the man before her to Frosty, and noticed his reaction. Not good. Still, they probably wouldn't let Frosty come back without some kind of insurance. Taylor looked back at Mad and Alex, then at the others at the ship, before returning to the man before her. "Is the additional personnel really needed? I mean, we can take care of him ourselves." She probably couldn't persuade them otherwise, but she'd certainly give it a try.

"Oh, believe me, captain. I am certain Mr. Frosty was in good hands if the likes of [I]him[/I] decided to join your crew. Though might I say I tried myself to persuade his caretaker not to come, but he insisted upon it. Shall I fetch him now?"

Maddox glanced at Alex. "Ten credits it's going to be an old man with a walking stick."

[QUOTE]"Oh, believe me, captain. I am certain Mr. Frosty was in good hands if the likes of [I]him[/I] decided to join your crew. Though might I say I tried myself to persuade his caretaker not to come, but he insisted upon it. Shall I fetch him now?"[/QUOTE] Taylor thought for a few moments, looking at Frosty and judging his reaction a few moments ago, before finally saying "...Go ahead." Well, lets hope this other person is decent enough...but from how Frosty's expression was, she expected the worst.

Yuga noticed Frosty's reaction and decided she would take another look into his mind. This time however, she could only see what Frosty was seeing through his eyes. Suddenly she started to feel a sense of dread when she began seeing her twisted versions of her own memories, like it there was a force that wanted her out of Frosty's mind. She stopped and a concerned expression grew on her face. She limped over to between Taylor and the Quds operative and looked at Taylor with a frown, "Agreeing to this might be your final mistake, Caine. Perhaps you've noticed that Frosty himself is uncomfortable with this arrangement. He is obviously a part of something you ought not to be dealing with. But perhaps your sentimental attachment to him prevents you from turning him away for the sake of protecting the operations." Yuga squinted her from turning into a gloating expression, "Or perhaps you're afraid your so called friends will depose you as captain when you make the necessary decisions they do not agree with."

Hariim's life signs are oddly.... [I]stable[/I]. For the moment he seems to just be in an induced coma of some sort. There is no medication of any kind in his bodily systems, no obvious medical cause can be found by looking at his body. His eyes twitch under their eyelids slightly, indicating REM sleep. For the moment, he isn't bleeding profusely and he doesn't seem to be worsening. This is odd, particularly given the number of holes shot through him. He looks like man-shaped swiss cheese with all the holes plugged with non-newtonian sealant and myomar synth-muslce bundles. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bucky takes five to fight off the hysteria she's currently experiencing. She's the [B]lone engineer[/B] on this damned crate, and she [I]just[/I] finished patching the last batch of hull breaches not even a day ago! "FUCK my life." She mutters to herself as she picks through the remains of her home, the engine room. Her psych-regulators find it extremely difficult to bring her emotional state back to a functioning equilibrium; she's too stressed to self-correct for all the blind rage and frustration she's experiencing in this given moment.

[QUOTE]"Agreeing to this might be your final mistake, Caine. Perhaps you've noticed that Frosty himself is uncomfortable with this arrangement. He is obviously a part of something you ought not to be dealing with. But perhaps your sentimental attachment to him prevents you from turning him away for the sake of protecting the operations...Or perhaps you're afraid your so called friends will depose you as captain when you make the necessary decisions they do not agree with."[/QUOTE] Taylor looked over and locked eyes with Yuga. "I am going along with this because Frosty is a friend as well as a member of this crew. He is also a valuable asset with his pilot abilities. A fighter would be useful if we get into any more shit like we had earlier while you were out cold." she thought, making sure only Yuga could hear her. Taylor then smiled. "And keep gloating and mocking me. I'm not worried about losing my position as captain. And if I do, then whatever. I'm sure the next captain will be a hell of a lot better than you were. I'll just go back to being a merc." The smile got bigger. "[I]And you'll still be a stuck up bitch.[/I]"

"Excellent!" The Quds member again pressed a button on his radio. But he spoke in a language no one around him would know. "استاد، به ما می آیند!" [Master, come to us!] Frosty almost had a heart attack as he was deathly afraid of who exactly he thought might be coming onboard with him. But, someone else stepped out of the shuttle full of soldiers instead of the person he expected. It was indeed Moloch, but he planned on what to do in order to prevent being rejected and spaced on virtue of what happened earlier on Voyak. So instead of his normal sorcerer's uniform, he donned [url=https://i.gyazo.com/24368a5bd2a362c9ee82fa032bedb400.png]the uniform of a Quds member, with extra armor plating and a full face helmet[/url]. As he went into Taylor's full view, he acknowledged her presence with a nod and a greeting. He also had an extra trick up his sleeve. He masked his psychic emanations, especially from his voice. Now, he simply sounded like an elderly man. "Greetings, captain. I'll be the one who will be taking care of Frosty."

[QUOTE]"Greetings, captain. I'll be the one who will be taking care of Frosty."[/QUOTE] Huh, looks like a regular trooper...with the voice of an old man. Maybe one of their veteran soldiers? Might be useful in the field. "Do you have a name?" Taylor asked, looking him over.

Yuga remained unfazed, but she was getting tired with Taylor's stubbornness and naivety, "Interesting morals for a capable merc like you to consider someone a friend whom you found frozen in a asteroid belt less than a month ago. He is paid to work for you to complete your goals. Forming a emotional bond clouds your judgement." She turned around to see a man in a armor of aged design, but she could feel his cancerous aura defiling the surroundings. She looked back to Taylor and squinted yet again, "Let's hope you have more success when dealing with him. And confront Celofan, or I will see to it that Perditus does it." Yuga glanced at Moloch, "Welcome back, [I]heretic[/I]." she concluded with disgust in her voice before limping back into the Muramasa.

"I am called-" Before Moloch was able to give his name, Yuga's voice sounded in his head. He looked straight at her and responded telepathically. [I]"Nice to see you again, Yuga Shuur."[/I] No point in hiding his identity now. Yuga saw through his disguise. He cleared his throat and spoke again. This time, the psychic reverb was in effect. "[I]I am called Moloch. I am the general surgeon of my kind, and the one who brought Frosty back to life. It's my duty to look after my people, and if I am allowed onto your vessel, the rest of your crew will fall under my seal of protection as well.[/I]" Frosty's legs finally gave up as the Quds member tried to support him back on his feet.

[QUOTE]"I am called Moloch. I am the general surgeon of my kind, and the one who brought Frosty back to life. It's my duty to look after my people, and if I am allowed onto your vessel, the rest of your crew will fall under my seal of protection as well."[/QUOTE] Taylor's eyes widened a bit. The one that brought Frosty back to life and took him with them? This probably wasn't going to go well with the rest of the crew. Not at all. She looked back to Alex and Mad.

Maddox met Taylor's look with a worried look. His finger was on the trigger, a habit from when his gut told him something was wrong. He didn't like this at all.

"Mad. Whatever itchy trigger finger thought is going through you head. Dont." Alex said with a slightly worried look on his face. His eyes met with Taylor's. All he could do is shrug. This job was getting harder by the day.

"This is the guy who tore Frosty open before his body had even gone cold." Muttered Mad in a calm tone so that only Alex could hear him. "You're telling me this guy isn't giving you any bad vibes or red flags?"

"No Maddox. I'm telling you not to start another firefight, after we just got out of one. We'll see what the captain decides to do and we take it from there."

Moloch looked at the crew's worried faces. [I]"I can see that you all look more than a little worried. I suppose this deserves an explanation. You see, when Mr. Janos so politely informed me of Mr. Frosty's amnesia, I had thought that taking him to our world where the rest of [B]our [/B]people arewould assist him in getting his memories back. I had arranged for him to meet the leaders of our people, as well as touring the landscape to see if he would be reminded of anything. This did not work, and he demanded he be returned to you. And here he is before your ship, as he was and ready to return." [/I] The Quds member chimed in as well. "You'll have to forgive him, though. He's excited to the point he can hardly stand!"

Maddox grunted. "You know I have a working prototype for a personal disintegrator gun. I could slap on a silencer in the middle of the night and do it. Nobody would know, except you of course." Maddox looked at Moloch and spoke up. "Frosty isn't the issue. You are. It'd be alot easier to trust you if we knew for sure you're not going to cut someone open. Again."

Jag kept it's stare locked center onto this strange individual, it's seemed that this creeping feeling of dread was coming solely from him. Each second spent near this thing's presence felt like an eternity of a nail being dragged through a chalkboard to the Sanghvi's mind. Nevertheless, Jag held firm as it continued to watching this 'man' closely. [B]---[/B] Haz shrugged, letting out a notable sign from under his thick steel mask. The Argos operatives and his fellow comrades, walked up towards the exchange of dialog between the two. Though now very, very curious about how else was left out of the records. The operative simply kept his mouth shut and let these parities talk it out till his intervention was needed.

[QUOTE]"Frosty isn't the issue. You are. It'd be alot easier to trust you if we knew for sure you're not going to cut someone open. Again."[/QUOTE] Moloch got a little closer to Maddox. [I]"Only if one of you are injured. Cutting open Frosty's body was necessary, as I would have no other way to mend and repair his broken bones and innards. As I said before, I am a general surgeon. I heal people. [B]I fix people.[/B] I do not cut open people if there are no wounds to be healed. Perhaps I could educate you more on my medical technique if I am allowed on your crew. And of course not on a living patient."[/I]

Maddox clenched his jaw and tightened the grip around his rifle. He looked at Frosty. "What's your opinion on this Frosty? Can he be trusted?"

Taylor finally sighed. "Moloch, you may join us onboard. [B]BUT[/B]...you will be under observation. Understand? I wasn't there for the chat you had with Yuga and the rest of the crew, but I do know that we need Frosty's skill with a fighter. And we could always use another hand in the field. Try to harm the crew, and [I]I'll give you a first class ticket to see your god.[/I] Are we clear?" she stated, looking at Moloch.

Frosty was not in a good spot right now. He wanted to get away from Karbala, away from CoG, away from the artisynth and all of their barbaric cruelty. He had no place among them, and all he wanted was to forget they existed. He wanted to continue being a simple pilot that had forgotten his past. He didn't want his memories back [I]at all[/I]. But, his past was catching up to him quick. Frosty very weakly lifted his head to look at Maddox. He [B]really [/B]wanted to say no, but he saw Moloch was staring right at him. Not only was Moloch there, behind him he saw the Sermon Giver. [B]His voice went straight into Frosty's head.[/B] "Have you forgotten this man brought you back to life? Have you forgotten how he tried to get you accepted by your people even when they disregarded you as a random person? Have you forgotten how he healed your face when Beherit had beaten it in? He even taught you how to fly that new starfighter of yours! Moloch has only your best intentions at heart. You know you can trust him. I know I can. He's my friend, after all. And yours too." The words of the Sermon Giver made Frosty think. Moloch was indeed polite and kind, but deep down he was just as nasty as the rest of CoG. But, there was a point made in how Moloch hasn't done anything evil to him... for now, perhaps. Frosty very slightly nodded, as he didn't want to say yes. [editline]3rd November 2016[/editline] [QUOTE]"Moloch, you may join us onboard. [B]BUT[/B]...you will be under observation. Understand? I wasn't there for the chat you had with Yuga and the rest of the crew, but I do know that we need Frosty's skill with a fighter. And we could always use another hand in the field. Try to harm the crew, and [I]I'll give you a first class ticket to see your god.[/I] Are we clear?" [/QUOTE] Moloch clasped his hands together and stood straight. [I]"Of course, captain. I have no ill intentions for any of your crew. I understand why it is you are taking so many precautions as that meeting was... well, perhaps one of your crew ought to tell you how it went. But, this is your vessel, and these your rules. If that is all then I will have my subordinates move our belongings inside. "[/I]