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

Iron chuckled. "I'll drink to that!" He inspected the Homkah closer and smiled underneath his mask. "Reminds of my younger days when the 'sis and I used to race with buggies on Mars." The bounty hunter turned to his jolly comrade. "Do you Duroma folks have any good racing vehicles?"

[QUOTE] "You have something for me?" she said with a bright smile.[/QUOTE] Taylor raised an eyebrow. She's mighty upbeat now. Taylor drew out her holotablet, and switched it on. "I managed to find enough credits to cover Rask's theft, hopefully. Tossed in the credits that you've given me as well." she said, before handing Yanim the holotablet showing the amount in the account. The massive amount in bright green digits on the screen. "830 million credits." she said, looking to Yanim's face. - - - - - - - - - - [QUOTE]"What's it ya wanna talk about, Ya up to somethin naughty 'ere, luv?"[/QUOTE] "Aren't I always?" she said with a chuckle, before pausing her music and setting a finished repair drone to the side. She turned to face Markus. "I'm not going to be sticking around the TBC for much longer. I have a friend, an Upyri, that's working on getting a ship built for me for when I gather a crew together." she said, before grabbing her holotablet from nearby and hitting a few buttons on the screen. "Pirate crew, obviously. Was wondering if you'd be up for joining me instead of sticking around here." she continued, then handed Markus the holotablet showing the group emblem and name.

A visit to the local town? Perhaps it may be a good idea to get a change of clothes to keep the freezing cold of Rigel away. Chemosh went back into his cabin to see if he had something else to wear anywhere. The second locked box. An enigma Frosty couldn't solve, and a mystery nobody could figure out either. Chemosh moved it out from beside the bed and took a look at it. It seems only he had been able to unlock it, and for that brief moment he spoke to Taylor. His hands hovered over the keypad for it as he remembered the code. "12/28/99" The date the Artisynth fled earth. With a snap and a creak, it opened. "Everything is still here." Chemosh thought to himself as he inspected it's contents. His sword which was still extremely sharp, his ayatollah outfit including his mask and headband, his copy of CoG's holy book, and a group picture of all the other Ayatollahs with him in the center. A few minutes passed until Chemosh came back out into the hangar after changing clothes in his cabin, taking off his flightsuit in favor of his ayatollah clothes. If anyone asked, he could always just say the outfit was a gift of moloch to keep him warm from Rigel's cold. He walks in between Iron and Sting, shoving one aside if he had to, as he takes a seat in the front of the truck.

Sting's eyes began to glimmer, "You bet your masked ass we got them racin' vehicles! I had me a Falcon XT, loaded up with a sumbitchin GT 979 juiced on razor cola. We tore the hell out those quarry roads and we had Johnny Law comin and going. Yes, sir, them city slickers were on our asses like bugs on a pumper but we sure..." Sting suddenly interrupted herself when Chemosh walked in between her and Iron and took a seat in the front of a truck. Sting leaped from the ground and leaned in through the window, "Pump your brakes, Haji. Ain't nobody tell you can sit on my spot!" --- Markus leaned on the work bench and crossed his arms, "Sounds like a fine idea, luv. But I got plans o' me own. First off I'm gonna fuck off from this mess as soon as possible an' then 'ead straight back to Vorago to roll in some favors. After that, I'm gonna set myself up comfortably on rooks wharf, livin 'ow I damn please with loads o' credits I got." he explained. Markus paused for a brief moment and then returned a question, "With yer CV o' crime and affiliations with other pirates, what's the point o startin' yer own crew?"

Chemosh stares back at Sting without saying a word.

János sat down on his bed, slowly putting back most of his outer protective skin substitute back, leaving the front open since he had yet to put back the broken part. He considered his options at this time - while he didn't know when they had lost the fight against Chemosh, he blamed himself for possibly speeding up the process of his return, so he felt as though he had to deal with it personally. However, at the same time, he didn't know how long his proprietary parts had left, so staying would risk his survival. He placed his hands on his head, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He sat like that for a minute or two, before remembering someone; Taylor. He had told her everything in regards to all this a while back, so if he were to beg anyone for help on this matter, it would be her. However, he had to consider his own position in this; would he drag someone into his own problems, or look for help into the matter? He sighed. He wouldn't be able to do this alone. A firm hand like hers would be needed for this. He grabbed his comm and typed her a message; [QUOTE]Hey Cap, when you get the chance, could you please come to my room? We need to discuss something.[/QUOTE] He sent the message with a saddened look on his face. He knew she would need to know about all this, at the very least the revelation about the part that was still on his table.

[QUOTE]"With yer CV o' crime and affiliations with other pirates, what's the point o startin' yer own crew?"[/QUOTE] "I figured it was about time that I did my own thing, you know? Stop following people around, acting as muscle or support when I can lead a crew of my own. Do what I want, when I want, how I want, and to who I want." she said, with a smirk. Maybe it was all the comments about being a [I]'pirate queen'[/I]. Maybe it was her remembering what her mother had told her long ago. All she knew now was that she wanted it. [I]Her own ship. Her own crew.[/I]

[QUOTE]That man over there needs to speak to you and Porter. He's Orso, a Boome Marine. Has sort of an issue that you could help him out with.[/QUOTE] Amelia looks at the man in beat up armor before greeting him."Amelia, Xeno-biologist," She extends her hand for a handshake, "The captain said you had an issue that required someone in my field of study?" "Yeah, I do. The name is Orso." Orso shook Amelia's hand. "Just how many aliens have you studied?"As they shake, Amelia smiles, then lets go of the marine's hand. "Pleasure, Orso. On Olympus Mons, we've been required to study over 1,000 alien species before we are able to recieve PhD's. I've disected about 500, the rest are studying through books and videos. Since then I've increased the amount of alien species to 2,500+. These include the tiniest of organisms to the largest."Orso's eyes widened a bit. "I did not actually expect that high of a number. I'll cut straight to it. I'm currently experiencing problems related to my biology. To put it short, I'm experiencing the begining stages of a chemical imbalance that could lead me to go in a rage and...well hurt the wrong people." He looked towards Porter. "That's why he's here."Back to Amelia."I need someone with your expertese to make a serum. As per protocol, I carry arround a formulla for it." "Should be quite simple, is there a catch of some sort, or...?" "I dont know how long I have...Life as a genetic experiment can be exiting, but kicks you in the nuts more often than not." He tried to hide his worries behind humor. Amelia blows some air out of her nose. "So you want me to make it and fast." "As fast as you can. Better if you have a lab." "I take it that this lab is handled by your folk?" "This ship belongs to your boss, we're just here for the ride." "Alright, I can get to it today. You said you have the formula?" "Right here." A few presses and taps on his holotab and the formula was available to Amelia. Amelia checks her own tablet. Looking over the formula, making notes of what is important, what sounds redundant and what could maybe be improved. She looked back at Orse. "Should be done quick. Just give me your blood." Orso extended his hand, allowing for Amelia to draw some of his blood. She dissapeard back into the ship's corridors leaving Orso under the watchfull eyes of Porter. The wait was getting to him. He was starting to feel dizzy and aggitated. He shook his head, trying to get a grip of himself. After some time, Amelia comes back and stabs Orso in the ribbs with a syringe. "OW!" "That should be it, if I followed the formula correctly. If not..." Amelia stares at Orso, checking out his body, "Well, I don't see any signs of asphyxiation. It's safe!" "Asphyxiation?"Orso's worries were quickly melted away after a feeling of calm washed over him. The urges and headspinning subsided. She did it. And the serum she injected into him felt somehow stronger. Orso had a hunch he may be on to something else here. Not just a helpfull hand. "That felt good. Say, doctor, do you have any plans for the future?" Amelia thinks to herself. Not one to make plans, rather improvise, "... not the way I see it, no. The only plans I have per say is to study new creatures never seen before. But my company isn't exactly fond of that idea, I gather." "Well, maybe I can offer you a better deal. I'll be reporting to my boss soon and I can throw in a word in about your help. We need people with your skills to better ourselves and the planet we operate on is dangerous, but nothing there has been properly analized or explored. What do you say?" Amelia, without even a split second to think, blurts out, "I say sign me up, pard'ner," then she thinks, "Oh," she points to Porter, "Only if I can bring him with me as well." Orso eyed up Porter. The man looked like he could tangle with some of the tougher creatures back home. "Sure."Amelia lifts her hand and collapses it into a fist. She curls up excitedly, "Heck yea, when are we leaving?" "As soon as I get a greenlight from my boss. Untill then, you should probably say bye to anyone on this ship you consider a friend." "Uhhhhh..." Amelia thinks LONG AND HARD... "I only have like... four friends... Won't take long." Orso looked towards the ramp as the truck had arrived and people were starting to get in to get to town. "Looks like I'll be calling him soon. Get to it." ---

Sting leaned back and looked down on Iron, "This ol' boy's gone deaf." She turned her attention back towards Chemosh and leaned in closer to the window, "Hable Ingles, Amigo? Or did ya go dumb when ya hit the ground when ya mammy shat ya out?" she said with aggravated tone. She pulled out one of her revolvers and cocked it, "Get outta my seat, ya sumbitch"

"You have forgotten something, ma'am." Chemosh flatly said.

Iron glared at Sting while keeping his eyes on Chemosh. "Uh-oh."

Yanim went wide-eyed briefly before taking Taylor by the arm and leading her out of earshot from the rest of the crew. She was staring into space as she walked, a sign that Taylor had learned to recognize that Yanim was accessing the computer systems through her implant. When she was satisfied, the boss turned to the captain and nodded. "Yes, that comes quite close to covering it," she said, strangely complacent about the matter. Taylor, meanwhile, was shocked to hear that Rask had managed to bleed even more than that out of the company. On further inquiry, Yanim revealed that roughly 940 million credits had been taken. "Be that as it may," Yanim continued, "I can't accept this, at least not [I]all[/I] of it. You've earned something special, captain, and I intend to see you get it." Meanwhile, Arkadam had picked up on Jag's impatience and greeted it. "The boss is busy, sanghvi. You think I can pass your message on for you?" Jag tilted its head at Arkadam. "...No." Annoyed, Arkadam thrust his hands into his pockets and replied, "in that case, you might be waiting for a while. We're about to ride out of here and Yanim no-doubt wants to catch up with Iska." Jag straightened back up, undeterred by Arkadam. "In that case, I will wait for superior-Yanim."

[QUOTE] "Be that as it may," Yanim continued, "I can't accept this, at least not [I]all[/I] of it. You've earned something special, captain, and I intend to see you get it."[/QUOTE] "Its for the company. Use as much as you need of it." responded Taylor. "I'm in this as long as you need me, and I want to help as much as I can." She then noticed that she had a message, feeling the holotablet vibrate in her hands. She flipped it around and checked it. Janos needed to speak with her. She closed the message, then looked back to Yanim. - - - - - - - - - - - Eve overheard Iron, Sting, and Chemosh. "Please, please. Let us remain civil. We do not need infighting among crew members over a simple seating arrangement." she said, trying to calm the situation.

Amy had gotten back in the Cataract carrying Alex's helmet. After finding out that her brother was not in his room, she placed it on his bed for him to find later. Realizing that she was still with her own armor, she made a quick stop to her own room for a change. She put on something apropriate for the cold outside and went to the hangar. "What's going on now?" She asked noticing the commotion

"I am being accosted by an insectoid bumpkin at gun point." spoke Chemosh, as dryly as ever.

Amy raised an eyebrow at Frosty's responce. "Since when do you speak like that? Last time you sounded half dead."

"I am upset. That is why." he replied.

Iron stepped innbetween Chemosh and Sting. "Stand down partner, he'd be a waste of ammo." "Plus, I don't think there's any major bounties to be had from some old wierdo."

Sting shot a glance towards Eve, "Can it, robit!", but when Iron stepped up she considered the situation for a minute. She sighed, jumped down and hosltered her gun, " Ahh hell, I reckon you right, hoss." She eyed Chemosh and looked back to Iron, "But he did take my seat. Hell, where I come from that's damn criminal offence." She waved her arms, "Yet again I been discriminated upon cause you sumbitches aint recognatizin the unwritten rules."

Iron placed a friendly hand on Sting's shoulder. "He doesn't have your... [i]elegant[/i] manners, partner. Best to let him have the seat, show 'im that you're the bigger of the two of you."

Yanim smiled again at Taylor's response. "It'll be repaid- that's a promise. Now I need to see what Iska wanted to speak about, pardon me..." she said walking over to the truck. Iska was already getting herself seated, so Yanim climbed in. Arkadam and Jag soon followed, and with a quick signal, Yanim summoned Skada practically out of nowhere, who was carrying her venerable battle rifle on his back. Despite all the people crowding into the doors, the truck was very spacious inside. Meanwhile, the crew was surprised to see Dio make his way from the elevator through the hangar. His hands and sleeves were covered in dried blood, as he had been busy disposing of dead bodies from the earlier battle. He stepped into the truck and put on a pair of gloves, and was otherwise dressed well enough to handle the cold. "Can't believe I missed all the fun," Dio grumbled. "What happened?" Arkadam asked. "The first time, the first [I]fucking[/I] time the ship got hit up in space, there was a power outage and I couldn't get my door to unlock. I was stuck in my room." A few people snickered. "Shut up," Dio snapped.

Iron got in the truck and sat down next to Taylor. "Yo sis, while we're in town we should find someplace to talk." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "Would be nice to eat some solid food for once too."

[QUOTE]"He doesn't have your... [I]elegant[/I] manners, partner. Best to let him have the seat, show 'im that you're the bigger of the two of you."[/QUOTE] "If she had manners, she would have said[I] 'please'[/I]." snarled Chemosh

Yanim looked at Chemosh. "Frosty, I don't know what happened when I was talking to Taylor and I don't particularly care. But if I hear you or anyone else bitch about the word 'please' again, it's going to spoil my good mood." Ravis climbed into the truck, having stocked up on a few supplies from his quarters on the Cataract. "Been a while since I've been here," he remarked to no one in particular.

"Right. Upset. Get better soon, yeah?" Amy climbed in the back of the truck. Something about Frosty's behaviour wasnt clicking with her. When they spoke last time he wasnt exactly chipper, but even then he didnt sound like [I]that[/I]. She sat in her spot, ocasionally throwing glances towards the front.

Chemosh shook his head before glaring at Sting again. "On the trip back, you will be the one to sit upon this seat, ok? I promise."

[QUOTE]"Yo sis, while we're in town we should find someplace to talk. Would be nice to eat some solid food for once too."[/QUOTE] "We could head to a bar or something. Probably would be the best place. I need a drink." said Taylor, shifting a bit in her seat and glancing up towards the front. She noticed the outfit that Frosty was wearing when she did. [I]What the fuck? Now he looks like Moloch![/I] Her eyes widdened a bit. [I]Oh fuck, please don't tell me he's shifted back into his old self completely.[/I] Eve climbed into the truck with everyone, sitting next to Amy across from Yanim, Arkadam, and the others. So far, this Frosty and Sting were very strange to her. Well, everyone was since she was brand new to the universe.

"A bar sounds great." Iron turned towards Iska. "Ma'am, any good bars in town?"

Iska inspects that everyone who were going to town is in the truck before closing the back door. She walks past Iron "Smiling Warrior is only bar in town. Good place, nice to outsider." she says with a smirk. She taps on the wall, signaling for the truck to depart. Taking a seat next to Yanim she looks down on her. "Big ship will fly soon. But small ship better as scrap. Iska know clan who has ship for sale. Maybe of interest for Yanim?" The truck rumbles away, making steady pace towards Stalnazyp.

"Absolutely," Yanim said with an emphatic nod. "By virtue of extreme generosity, we may be less financially restrained." After a moment passed, Yanim remembered who she was speaking with and clarified. "We have more money than we thought," she said. The mushy suspension of the truck made the ride relatively comfortable despite the lack of roads. Arkadam, comfortably warm, removed and wadded up his jacket before sticking it behind his head as an impromptu pillow, hoping to sleep a bit on the way. "Hey," Dio said, batting him on the knee. Arkadam opened an eye, reluctantly. It had been a long day and he doubted Dio had anything worthwhile to say, but he was wrong: "are you worried about how the locals might view you? I mean, I thought khergians were supposed to [I]hate[/I] kanads." Arkadam shrugged. "They'll sort it out," he grumbled with a nod in Yanim and Iska's direction.