Maddox was doing his daily sightseeing of Prospera, having entered one of the larger casinos which also housed a betting establishment when suddenly a toothpick came flying, bouncing off on his left shoulderpad.
Confused he started to scan the imminent area of the possible origin for this mysterious toothpick.
While doing this he accidently bumped into a woman. Maddox raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Oh shit, sorry about that. You okay?"
Valkyrie stepped back a bit, before looking up at the man. Armored up. A merc. Quite a few of those around here, that's for sure. She eyed him through her bangs, which had returned to the front of her face. "Eh, its fine." she said, straightening her jacket and sweeping her hair back out of her face. She checked her pockets. Good, he's not a pickpocket.
"Here to bet? Or just look at the odds?" she said, noticing he was about the only merc in the betting area at the moment.
[Heading to bed]
"Neither, just doing some sightseeing. Currently waiting for my next gig and there's no point to sit around at the hotel." He looked around.
"You don't happen to know any good place where one could get some chow?"
Yuga looked at Frosty with a minimal expression on her face.
"As a navigator I am seldom interested in the specifications. All I need to know is that you can fly your vessel and that you can do it good."
Yuga walked slowly to the acces hatch where she stopped and turned towards Frosty again.
"Since you can't remember the passcode to your strongbox I advice you to speak with our engineer, she might be able to bypass the lock and open it for you."
Yuga took out her compass and activated the small holomap to see how far it was from here to Prospera.
She exited the voidwalker and headed to the bar, a cup of tea would be nice right about now.
Abraxas observed the dissembled Annabelle, her barrel and ramrod were sitting peacefully while new parts were being manufactured. He picked up a new barrel to replace the old one and with a click, extended to long range. He nodded to himself but deep down he wasn't satisfied until this gun was tested.
He walked across the table to see the new developed bullets, he picked one up and studied what was actually inside, tiny shock particles that could as said which would shock the targeted individual. He sat one down and looked at the Alchemy table he was attempting to set up. Though he imagined he most have gotten paid already. That was good. He then went over to the comatose Angelo, whose bandages have been replaced and blood supply was still flowing.
He had a modified Holoband for professional physicians that would be able to scan a target's internal structure and possibly more. Scanning for the major wounds she received during the fight it was a surprise she was still alive. He pressed his left hand over her left forearm for a few seconds and went out of the room to get lunch.
Frosty exited his Voidwalker and went back down into the Muramasa. He shambled around the ship looking for his helmet, as it was the only other thing he had.
"They haven't killed me yet, so they probably are not bandits. But why do some of them look so odd?" He thought to himself as he slipped into the labs to take his helmet back. "I should probably talk to that bald, bluish one about this. He seems to be in charge."
Alex finished putting the final touches on what was being served for lunch. Chili con carne was the main course and a few other things if people weren't feeling up to it. The chicken soup after Frosty waking up was just a coincidence. Some sandwiches and fruit for those looking for a light lunch.
He send a message to notify the crew. "If you're hungry, come get something to eat."
[QUOTE]"Neither, just doing some sightseeing. Currently waiting for my next gig and there's no point to sit around at the hotel." He looked around.
"You don't happen to know any good place where one could get some chow?"[/QUOTE]
"There's a restaurant across the street. I was heading over there actually, so if you want to tag along, go for it." said Valkyrie, before pulling out her holo-tablet and checking her account. The bet had been processed, so she had a couple of hundred thousand credits. Good. She turned it back off, and slipped it back in her pocket.
She motioned for him to follow, waving her hand faintly as she started to walk towards the front entrance of the casino. "I was betting on the race, but otherwise I'm doin' the same as you."
[B]...
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Taylor smelled the food being prepped as she walked into the mess hall. Chili con carne! She grinned. Something spicy! She strolled over, grabbing a bowl full and adding a bit of hot sauce to it before grabbing a seat nearby.
((are we actually at Prospera or still in transit? Last I thought was Yuga completing the course to be set))
[Still in transit. Just doing something with Valkyrie on Prospera in the mean time.]
((right, I forgot about the multi character thing...))
Abrax grabbed a few plates of other food and planted a few drops of black liquid onto his drink and food, setting it over to the empty table and sat alone.
Yanim and Bucky floated through the cargo hold, shining their lights on the various items either strapped to the floor or suspended in space. Yanim heard only the sound of her own breathing as she searched for rare metals or chemical products. This particular wreck seemed untouched by salvagers, and she hoped that this meant jackpot.
CH Estimate: 4/5
[B]Actual: 4[/B]
Roll Passed.
She came to a locked case line with heavy materials, with warning labels and symbols all over. Excitedly, she pulled out a small laser and cut away at the latches until the lid came loose, revealing a large collection of vials, full of unknown biological materials. An even smaller case inside contained something she recognized- medical isotopes. She would have the former investigated by Amelia in the lab, and the latter would be sold on Prospera.
"Bucky," Yanim said as she closed the cases up, "have you found anything? We've been out here for a while. The conditions outside are bound to get worse if we stay here any longer."
Jag satisfied with his finding, departed from the asteroids towards the Muramasa's cargo airlock with the collected ore in tow.
The Sanghvi took an moment to prepare itself for the immediate gravity shift before proceeding onward with it's find.
Once inside, Jag took several minutes to quickly adjusted to the shift, struggling to stand stand straight under the vessel gravity. But the Sanghvi was able to eventually to get it's barrings and adapt to the ship's environment.
However, Jag found that's the scars that it sustained on Itara had begin to creak and break. Jag didn't hesitate at this, hastily lobbing off a piece from the ore and engaging it's implant. Sending an massage towards two of it's comrades while it quickly walked over to the medbay.
[QUOTE]
Jag here, My injures I received planet side on Itara have begin to reopen, requiring to the equivalent to that of what you soft-carbons defied to that of an 'snitch-up'. Requesting that you both met me at the medbay when possible.
Jag out.
From-Freelancer Jag
To-Biologist Weinheart, Apothecary Abrax
[/QUOTE]
Before he put on his helmet, Frosty smelled something rather... [I]delicious[/I] coming from somewhere deep within the ship. He was drawn to it, so he opened up the front part of his helmet covering his mouth and followed his nose wherever it goes.
Abrax as he was finished with his lunch, respirator on he found a surprising message from the alien called Fag-uh Jag he corrected. He excused himself and went to his way to the Labs. Seeing his previous items still in order he put his leather gloves on and pulled the suitcase and set up the area.
(( Oh sorry Doom, I was waiting for Otterman's Amelia response before having Jag enter the medbay. ))
Jag entered the medbay, briefly looking over the room before finding Abrax in there as well.
"Where's the other one..Amelia is not? I sent her an massage as well to aid you on this." Jag asked while walking towards the Apothecary .
"I presume she's with the other one named Taylor Caine. I imagine she's eating as it is lunch time." Abrax said. Preparing the machinery as well as observing the anatomy of a Sanghvi hanging above.
"State your information I need to know before I start repairing these scratches and cracks. Sanghvi and contaminated bacteria don't mix well." He said before preparing a full scan using his holoband.
"Sounds good, I'll pay." Said Maddox as he tagged along with Valkyrie. "You said you're doing the same as me, you're a freelancer as well?"
As they walked past dozens of stores dotting the street, some weird green fellow accidently spurted out some fluids from a soft container while unpacking his cargo.
The alien paled when noticed Maddox impressive figure but quickly calmed down when Maddox smiled. "No worries pal, shit happens."
Dusting off the shoulderpad hit by the fluid, the now clean piece of armor clearly showed, albeit worn out, official emblem of the SDF Auxiliaries in the form of the SDF emblem (sun ontop of a shield with swords crossed behind) but with the swords replaced with two spears crossed infornt of the sun.
"Looks like I don't have to clean that shoulderpad for a while." Said Maddox as he chuckled.
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"Greetings Alex'vakrin." Said Vakarus as he appeared in the mess hall to eat. He positioned himself in the line, right behind Frosty.
"I see you are looking for food, Frozen-one."
Frosty, utterly baffled by the human food, turns to Vakarus.
"Oh, I am just seeing what this 'food' is. It smells very good, I must say. Still, if you can eat and speak at the same time, I have some questions I need to ask you."
Vakarus smiled as he put his left hand on Frosty's shoulder. "Frozen-one, it is not a question wether or not I can speak while eating but which one of us can eat the most of this so called 'chili con carne'. You see, Kitchen Overlord often cooks with additional exotic spices making his meals light the fires of your inner body. Not many a warrior can hope to complete this challenge, much less dream of."
"Are you challenging me? Very well."
Frosty grabs a bowl and puts as much 'chili con carne' into as he could.
"[B]I accept this challenge.[/B]" He said rather sternly.
Vakarus smile turns into a horrifying grin which grows for each slab of hot chili con carne he puts onto his plate.
He then motions for Frosty to come with him as they sit down next to a circular table facing eachother.
"Let us begin, Frozen-one." Exclaims Vakarus as he begins to eat.
Frosty sets his tray down and sits across Vakarus.
He takes his helmet off, pauses for a moment, and slams his face first into the bowl while chowing down on it like a starved animal.
[QUOTE]"Sounds good, I'll pay." Said Maddox as he tagged along with Valkyrie. "You said you're doing the same as me, you're a freelancer as well?"[/QUOTE]
"Yeah, in a way." she said, glancing over at him. As the alien spilled the fluid from his cargo, Valkyrie sidestepped to avoid getting any splashed on her too. She had just got this jacket cleaned, having not worn it since a mission to Tartaros.
The smell of Daimon blood is a bitch to get out.
[QUOTE]Dusting off the shoulderpad hit by the fluid, the now clean piece of armor clearly showed, albeit worn out, official emblem of the SDF Auxiliaries in the form of the SDF emblem (sun ontop of a shield with swords crossed behind) but with the swords replaced with two spears crossed infornt of the sun.
"Looks like I don't have to clean that shoulderpad for a while." Said Maddox as he chuckled.[/QUOTE]
Valkyrie saw the emblem, and her blood started to simmer a bit. She hated the SDF. They killed her parents, they stuck her in a shitty orphanage on Terra, and dogged her when she returned to piracy years ago. [B]FUCK[/B] the SDF. "Right." she muttered through gritted teeth, before continuing her walk.
[B]...[/B]
Taylor looked up as she placed a spoonful of chili in her mouth, over at Vakarus. In front of him was the pilot from that fighter! She raised an eyebrow. He looked...so strange. Long fingers on his hands, black circles around his eyes. He looked sorta human...but not quite.
"Nice to see you thawed out!" said Taylor, loud enough for him to hear. She then returned to her spicy chili. Hopefully this guy was friendly.
She then witnessed him slam his face into his own bowl of chili. Wow...he's pretty fucking hungry!
Shocked by Frostys sudden tactic to devour the entire bowl, Vakarus puts down his spoon and instead begins to wave around with his hands.
Fear not however, this wasn's a sign of instability as soon a purple-ish aura formed around the bowl. Within moments the psionic field had formed a conveyor from which chili con carne rapidly descended into Vakarus's wide-open mouth.
"HJEW KANNOTT GHOP TO BHEST MHE FHROHZEN ONNE!" Gurgled Vakarus as food continued to flow down into his mouth, a sight which surely made his ancestors proud.
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Maddox noted the sudden tension and raised an eyebrow, he then discarded the feeling quickly. "I almost forgot: name's Maddox. Maddox Graves, but my friends call me 'Mad'."
Frosty slowly lifted his head from his bowl, flashing one hell of a smile towards Vakarus.
"I. [I]JUST[/I]. [I][B]DID[/B][/I]."
He immediately reached for a napkin or a towel to clean his face.
Jag nodded before knelling down just under Abrax's height, "Wounds are here and here.", Jag said while pointing them out with one of it's limbs. "At most, they have only been exposed to this environment. I shouldn't have any infections, if I did I would have laying on the floor at the end of the corridor." Jag stated whatever coldly.
"Along with suffering from the standard gravity wight shift fatigue as per usual for our Sanghvi kin, there seems to be nothing wrong with my current body." Jag said before handing the Apothecary an piece of the ore. "Use that to replace any of the more...fractured part of my outer shell. Vaclum the room and make sure to shatter my shell and things will go fine."
Owen, now very hungry, heads to the mess. "Autopilot should be able to get us there without issue" he said quietly. Owen manages to get to the mess, and he sees Taylor, Vakarus, and a crewman he doesn't recognize. He tries to get a glympse into his face, but his head seems to be losing a fight with some sort of food.
Owen now wanted to see what was going on, looked like some kind of contest. He would have to watch...after he gets some food of his own.
Or maybe not, as the alien performed some kind of psychic trick to get the food into his mouth even quicker. This was simply too distracting to ignore. Owen said to Taylor, "how long has this been going on?"
[QUOTE]"I almost forgot: name's Maddox. Maddox Graves, but my friends call me 'Mad'."[/QUOTE]
"Valencia Blackwell." she said as they walked. "People call me 'Valkyrie'." Her mind was mulling over incidents in her past regarding the SDF. Out of all the mercs she could have run into. She finally took a breath, and calmed down. Inhale...1...2...3...4...exhale.
[B]...[/B]
[QUOTE]Owen said to Taylor, "how long has this been going on?"[/QUOTE]
"A few minutes. Grab a seat, its kind of entertaining." said Taylor, nudging a chair out with her foot. She smiled and continued eating her chili.
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