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

Taylor reentered the cargo bay to catch Yuga and Moloch talking, with Vakarus standing nearby. She paused her search for János to check on them. Just to make sure they don't get into anything. "I hope you two are keeping civil." she said, as she stepped up.

Mercy awakes with a start, jolting up out of her bed, "[i]Merde![/i] I'm awake!" Something feels... off, however, and lo and behold, after just a few moments of looking she realizes she's in a different room. She groans, rubbing her head and inspecting her surroundings some more. A bedroom. Right, looks comfortable enough- for a ship, anyways. Presumably this is her room on the Muramasa? She can't quite exactly remember how she ended up in here. She wouldn't have fallen asleep in the [i]middle[/i] of a battle, would she? No, no, she definitely passed out... and that would at least save some face if she were to be asked what happened to her if she [i]did[/i] fall asleep. Mercy groans once more, rubbing her head and getting up, she took off the helmet with a hiss, throwing it down on the bed and walking out and down to the medbay, passing a few of the repair team on the way. At least the injured are still there, so she can spout exposit- [b][i]cough,[/i][/b] tell them about her [i]oh so tragic[/i] past. Assuming they wake up, of course. She leans on a nearby countertop, her eyes facing slightly up to the ceiling as she begins to reminisce on just why she came here... Oh, right. To escape student debt. [b]**************************************************[/b] Well, that's not quite the [i]entire[/i] story. Sure, she went out into the stars to escape a rather crippling student debt. But quite a colourful variety of reasons, each one a bit more dubious than the last. Mercy always had a sense of wanderlust in her life, so it wasn't exactly, well, hard to leave her entire life behind to explore the stars. After all, why bother being content with just reading up on events happening out in the stars when you could go out and see them, meet the people who cause them, hell, maybe even change them yourself? ...Of course, that's not the only other reason. Mercy wasn't exactly on the best terms with the law at the time of her leaving. Sure, she had a couple of minor drug offenses, but that wasn't anything new for a student. On the other hand, Mercy was also a prime suspect in the murder of the medical school's dean. And a few others, actually. Murders which, rather conveniently, happened in the same time frame she had found out she had failed and [i]not[/i] earned her degree in surgery. She had no money to pay off her student debts, so in her mind, there was really only one other course of action she could've taken. Mercy was great at, hell, even excelled at her practical work, getting with the nitty-gritty of surgery, but where she was let down was by her, frankly appalling theory examinations. Mercy didn't [i]exactly[/i] feel the same way, however. While not a [i]complete[/i] psychopath by any means, of course, she still cares for her friends and those under her care. However, Mercy is rather, well, vindictive. She certainly wouldn't kill someone without her reasons, but once she has those reasons, she isn't exactly, well, pleasant. She, by that point at least, wasn't a killer, but with the help of one of her ""friends"" from her teenage years, knew where it would [i]hurt.[/i] Through logical process, applying a large amount of force to these areas, for example, a projectile travelling at the speed of sound. Or just a heavy blow with a hammer to an area with little bone tissue, say, the temple of the skull. Applying that logic, and Mercy's vindictiveness, this produces a result of five dead lecturers, one dead dean, and another random person dead, all found with their grey matter splattered in varying, gruesome ways over the ground. [i]It was justified,[/i] she had to constantly reassure herself. [i][b]They[/b] wronged [b]me.[/b] I was totally capable of it! They just couldn't see it![/i] This was, well, a rather constant thought that always shot through her brain whenever she reminisced on those fateful couple of years. ...Hell, was Mercy even her real name at this point? She had used it for her moniker for so long that she had forgotten what her real name was. It was a... rather ironic name, now, on reflection. Sure, she showed her mercy to those she cared about, and yet to those who wronged her, even in the most trivial of ways, she showed none. In any case, it allowed her to get off of Earth without too much bother, only that of the most important- or sentimental, value being brought. All was quickly lost in the cold, unforgiving frontier of space. She wondered why she chose the name 'Mercy' anyways. Was it that, somewhere in her mind, she hoped that she'd be granted mercy for her past transgressions by some sort of, what, wacky higher being? Or was it just a sick perversion thought up by her mind? In any case, what's done is done, and the past can't really be changed, only atoned for later on. She was in the company of hardened mercenaries, some with pristine, prim and proper backgrounds, others with... much muddier pasts. If she was just some naive dolt who helped everyone, no matter what they had done, she would be weak. She would get chewed up and spit back out. No, no, she'd have to pick and choose who to show mercy to, and who to let suffer. [b]**************************************************[/b] Mercy coughed, her head cracking down as she snaps back to reality. She looks around at the medbay. Nothing out of the usual at least. She brought a hand up and wiped some sweat from her brow, sighing. She then looked down at her armour, the purple stain still clearly visible on it. Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a longer, more irritated sigh. [i]First, this gets dry cleaned. Then, if I grab a hold of whoever made me spill that, they're getting a beating.[/i]

[I]"But of course, Captain. Solving such petty disputes with violence would be so uncivilized."[/I] spoke Moloch as Taylor checked on him and Yuga.

Yuga glared at Moloch, "I'm certain you would know a lot about peaceful resolutions." She turned towards Taylor, "I believe Frosty is eager to speak with you. And I sincerely hope you're still attempting to confront Mr.Celofan." she informed Taylor.

[QUOTE]"I believe Frosty is eager to speak with you. And I sincerely hope you're still attempting to confront Mr.Celofan."[/QUOTE] "I plan to talk to them both." said Taylor, glancing towards her. She looked to Moloch. "Thank you for organizing the equipment." she said, noticing that he had rearranged the equipment behind him rather professionally. Valk isn't going to like it, of course. She had a set way she laid things out, and it looks like he had moved it all around.

[QUOTE]"I'm certain you would know a lot about peaceful resolutions."[/QUOTE] [I]"I do. Living for several centuries would teach you many things."[/I]

Bucky finally overstresses and just gives up on trying to completely rebuild the 10th plasma refeed relay on the primary fusion powerplant. The other nine all sit in their mountings in decent states of repair. She stomps out of Engineering and down the halls towards the mess hall. She is obviously in a sour mood.

Alex closet the door to Frosty's room behind him. Hopefully, he they would talk later. Maybe fixing something for the crew would lift their spirits. Walking in into the messhall, he noticed Bucky. "Havent seen you in a while. How you been, Buck?"

Bucky halts suddenly and looks at Alex with a frown. "Shitty, Alex. Just fixed this fucking thing, and it gets made into a scrapheap in minutes! And on top of that my best friend on this crate is still in a frakkin' coma! How are [I]you[/I] doing?!?" She says with some obvious frustration and exasperation in her tone. She is clearly having a [B]very[/B] shitty day.

After hearing in the conversation, Jason went back into the ship and was eager into meeting Frosty, Jason goes to where Frosty was staying at and knocks on his door "Um.. hello? i would like to speak with Frosty"

"Oh, join the club on the coma part. My sis got knocked into one too. 3rd degree burns cover her entire body as a bonus. Other than the feeling of dread, I think I'm fine."After a few moments of silence he spoke again. "I'm sorry. That was a bit much. Can I get you anything?"

"How much hypertequila you got? I need to get hammered right now." She simply answers. She just seems to shrug off Alex's jab and apology. "Who knows, might find my way down to the med bay to pay Valky a visit; I miss that chick."

Frosty got up and locked his door. He does not want to be disturbed.

Alex walked over the bar and started rumaging through the surviving bottles. Zero gravity and bottles dont mix well. As luck would have it, one had survived. Oh, right. Ahaz was back. He would probably want that paid for. Alex left him an IOU note and grabbed two glasses. "Mind if I join you for a round or two? Drinking is better with people you know."

"Yeah, sure. I'll call the infirmary if you start to keel over from alcohol poisoning." Bucky thanks Alex for the drink and starts taking shots faster than one might consider safe.... if you actually have a liver to be concerned about.

Vakarus remained silent even though he had only learned that Frosty was still alive. His suspicion regarding Moloch grew stronger. ----- Maddox sighed and sat down at his desk inside the armory. He had finally cleaned everything up and with the help of a pair of friendly Argos drones the bodies of the Death Vigil mercs had been taken care after Mad stripped them of any interesting tech. He looked through the equipment lying infront of him with interest, among the items were conceable alloy blades, a wristgun and a couple of other nifty gadgets which appeared to have been custom-built for each Vulture. Maddox grunted. "I guess it pays off to work for the biggest and baddest mercenary outfit." He yawned, packed it all up into a strongbox before getting up from his desk. He made sure to secure all safety works for his machines before heading back to his quarters where he stripped down into his BDUs and crashed on the bed.

"How are we looking down there?" a supervisor called out from the upper scaffolding over the sound of cutting and welding. "Looks like we got it up to about three-quarters, they're definitely holding a charge..." a technician replied, referring to the power conduits which had just been replaced. "We're reading 800 volts in the system here." "Good," replied the supervisor. "Hey, uh, friendo," he gestured at one of the artisynth supervisors, "how's the coolant flow?" "Satisfactory," the other supervisor replied, sagely. "I believe that a test start is in order." The Argos supervisor smiled. "That's what I was thinking. Alright, let's give it a crank and see if it turns over." --- There was a groan throughout the Muramasa followed by a vibration that resonated throughout the craft. The lights brightened for a moment as power surged through the system. Outside, a team disconnected the power umbilical that was allowing the ship to function while crippled, and instantly the craft went dim, almost dark. The draw on the system was almost enough to snuff out the meager output, but slowly things began to stabilize. The computers on the bridge rebooted and began their diagnostics, revealing a ship which was barely held together. Owen sat down at the pilot's chair and checked through the various warnings and notifications showing on his HUD. After doing some mental calculations, cracked his knuckles. "Yeah, it'll fly alright." Behind him, the weapons system simply displayed a critical failure notice- the computer was searching for the ship's weapons and found none of them- they had all either been destroyed or knocked offline, and no one was going to waste time repairing them while the ship's very frame couldn't survive another blow. Power was idling at about 60% of designed capacity, enough to use the warp drive, which had simply been replaced by a mismatched spare taken from the Vigilance's cargo-hold. A flashing warning written in kanad was trying to alert the crew that the in-atmosphere warp feature was unavailable for obvious reasons. Comm systems were fully restored.

A different Quds member had appeared behind Vakarus and Yuga, and after staring at them during their entire conversation, he thought it was a good idea to reassure them in case they had any doubts. "Oh, you two have no idea just how lucky you are to have him in your crew. Master Moloch is a man of exceeding character and discipline. He is our most finest person! Do not be afraid, this crew is in good hands!" [editline]5th November 2016[/editline] Meanwhile, another member of the Quds went into the armory carrying Frosty's weapon strongbox. Upon seeing Maddox's rather impressive handiwork lined up on the racks, he eagerly picked one up for a closer look. He also took pictures of the neat and shiny guns with his helmet cam to send to the rest of the ayatollahs back on Karbala.

Hestia eagerly welcomed two of her fellow robotic sisters, Zeta-2 and 7, into the medbay. here begin inter linking with one another, sharing dozens of memories and experiences with themselves. Calculating the surgical procedures relating to the Amy and Valk while various drones work on the restoring and updating the medbay around them.

Mercy looked over at the drones restoring the medbay, hopping away from the countertop. "Ah, I shall get out of zhe way, zhen." She quickly says, walking out of the medbay with a short wave, and down to the mess hall. Mercy took a quick glance over the bar, with its smashed contents and rather pungent smell. She inspected further, to see nothing that she really could, or wanted to, drink conveniently rolling across the floor. "[i]Tres bien...[/i]" She muttered. "Well, if zhere is nozhink here to drink, maybe I will get drunk off of zhe fumes, oui?" She asked herself.

"Easy there Buck, we only have the one I recovered." Alex said as he poured himself a glass. After chuging it, he noticed someone else at the bar. It was one of the new guys. Or girl. "Hey, Dr. Crouton, over here. If you're looking to get drunk we got the last surviving bottle."

Mercy rolls her eyes, before looking over to Alex. She shrugs, shuffling over a few seats. "Sure, why not?" She asks, taking a glass and pouring out some. She drinks it with a bit more sophistication than just chugging the damn thing.

Bucky chuckles at Mercy's more sophisticated approach. "Believe me guys, for androids there aren't many better sources of power than a few shots of tequila. Processes really nice, gives my systems a jolt." She explains. Then tilts her head to look Mercy in the eye. "Tall glasses of water work too."

Mercy lets out a sigh, the irritance clear in her voice. "Well, apologies zhat I would razher enjoy our last drink zhan chug it down." She says dismissively, taking the last sip from the glass and filling it up again.

Bucky frowns at Mercy and shrugs. "Wasn't talkin' shit, Mercy. I was just saying. Would a sorry help?" Bucky offers.

Alex had this [URL="http://gifrific.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Jesse-Pinkman-Breaking-Bad-Drinking-Water.gif"]expresion[/URL] during the exchange.

Mercy sighs, a bit less irritated this time. "No, no, It's fine. Recent events may have lead me to... well, erm, over react a bit." She nods, a bit solemnly, taking another drink.

Bucky nods. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I just fixed this frakkin' crate, and then it gets blown to drek. You know how many hours I logged in maintenance on that warp core? 2500 [I]hours[/I]. And then it just gets ripped out and replaced with a jerry rigged piece'a shit. It irks me. A lot. I can't imagine what you must feel though with the crew. Everybody around here seems to enjoy getting shot. You been overworked?"

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Yuga looked at the Quds operative with a raised eyebrow and then to Taylor, "My inquiries are done here. If you'll excuse me, having to listen to these theatrics are not worth my time." She motioned for Vakarus to follow her as she headed to the messhall. --- Markus entered the bar with his casual gear of combat trousers tucked into his muddy boots and his olive wrinkled tanktop. He walked up to the bar disk and circled around it, "I figured all the bottles oughta be smashed to shit, so tha's why I brought my own." He placed a Kiefernwald Special, a Germanian whiskey from the 2260's, on the bar disk. He picked out a glass from the cabinets and poured himself a half-glass. "Only fer special occasions this one, and ya could say me becomin a bloody millionaire is pretty fucking special." he said with a laugh. He leaned onto the counter with one arm and clinged his glass against Mercy's, "Cheers, luv." and then turned to Alex and raised his glass as a toast to him, "Cheers, cunt." he said with a wide smile on his face.