"You're right, I'll go get my vacuum. In the mean time I suggest you do whatever you space rocks do for an operation since we soft-carbons like to meddle for a minute until procedure starts." Abraxas then pointed over to the medical upholstery that was wider for the largest race out there. He set aside the unnecessary papers and tools and made sure to prioritize the Medical's condition for the Sanghvi.
He placed the ore into a tiny glass container and went outside to sanitize it entire outfit, coming out a minute later sparkling clean. Once he was done he began to sanitize and vacuum the entire Lab, from top to bottom and inch by inch as fast as he could.
Alex grabbed one of the sandwiches and sat next to Taylor and Owen. "Interested in a bet? 100 credits on Vakarus."
"Sure I'll bet" Owen said, "This new member seems to have some hunger issues right now...speaking of which...I'm actually starvin' right now. Not enough to get in on this little contest, but I want food."
[QUOTE] "Interested in a bet? 100 credits on Vakarus."[/QUOTE]
"Sure. 100 credits on the new guy." said Taylor.
Vakarus finished his bowl. "I am not yet defeated, Frozen-one." With decisive steps he stood up and marched back to the counter, refilling his bowl with even more chili con carne while also filling up a second bowl.
He marched back proudly with food all around his mouth and sat down infront of Frosty who was covered in food.
Vakarus slid over the second bowl. Round two had begun.
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"Valkyrie." He grunted. "I like that, nice to meet you."
Frosty, one whom is not to be outdone, decides to raise the stakes even higher.
[B]He begins to gnaw at the bowl.[/B]
Vakarus widenes his eyes in frustration and takes a uncertain bite on his own bowl. As his teeth hits the metal his face turns into a look of disgust.
Not content with the progress that Frosty is making, he doubles up by creating not only one, but three psionic conveyors leading into his mouth.
As the food continued to pour down he kept his gaze fixed on Frosty.
Noticing the evil witchery Vakarus was doing, Frosty had an idea.
He grabbed his bowl, with a sizeable bite mark in it, and put it between the conveyor of food and Vakarus' mouth. Once he had enough, he slammed the bowl full of chile into his face once more.
At this point Vakarus was furious. His gaze moved to the counter on the other side of the room and soon the sounds of bowls shaking could be heard as six more bowls of chili con carne came flying through the air only to land at the table.
More conveyors were erected and now it was possible to see massive lumps of chili con carne slide down Vakarus's throat.
Frosty couldn't keep up. Vakarus spoke that this food would light the fires deep within any warrior, but something else deep within Frosty's innards was burning. He tried to mask this burning sensation as best as he could. He had to do something.
He put the bowl down, and stopped. He pointed at the conveyors of chili and spoke:
"Hey, you can't do that! You're cheating!"
Abrax quickly forgot something from the mess hall. His journals and pencil he parted Jag for one second and jogged to the area where the scenery unfolded.
Vakarus let out a gurgled laugh. "DHO YHOU AHDMITT YHOUR DEFFEAT?" Gurgled Vakarus.
Jag nodded towards Abraxs before letting it's tentacles spread out from behind with it's arms laying at it's sides, the cloak begin to slowly open up to reveal it's body in full view.
"Now continue whenever you wish, Abraxs Apothecary." Jag said as it kept itself absolutely still in preparation for the short operation. Moving it's head to follow the soft-carbon as it quickly walked out of the room.
"How rude." Jag thought to itself after Abraxs left the room.
"What I admit is that you are a cheater for using this... this SORCERY."
Frosty then realized that maybe he might actually have latent psychic powers. He focused all attention on the bowl in front of him, trying to make it levitate to see if he could imitate what Vakarus was doing.
He focused with all his might, every single thought, every fiber of his being.
It didn't work.
He gave Vakarus a dirty look.
"How very odd. In my dearest opinion psionics have unfair advantages in these courses. Without these powers that alien would have already lost against the man with the disadvantage. In my opinion, Frosty has already won. What a coward." Abraxas pointed to the psionic out loud. Leaving out the room to perform the operation jogging..
[editline]6th March 2016[/editline]
With his books and stuff in hand. Abrax moved to the table and observed Jag. Pulling out a small syringe. Tapping the long ass needle.
Vakarus finished up another two bowls and wiped his mouth thoroughly. He smiled at Frosty, ignoring the comment from Abrax. "I win, Frozen-one. It was a good battle and you have made your ancestors proud." He extended a hand.
Frosty stretched out his pasty arm and opened up his hand with all six of his long fingers to shake Vakarus' hand.
Vakarus shook it firmly with one eyebrow raised as he hadn't noticed Frosty's sixth finger.
"Now if you excuse, the god of War and Mercy calls for me." He stood up and went for the mess hall door, passing Alex and the others on the way out.
"Another meal well done, Kitchen Overlord!" Said Vakarus with a smile as he went for the restroom.
Jag eyes begin to fixate the syringe, staring for an moment as he tap it with his finger.
"What you are going to do with that, Apothecary?." Jag question.
"Unless you made that specifically in mind for an silicate being. Most if not all, aliments and other medicine injections have no effect onto us." Jag interjected
Frosty looked at his hand, and had realized he had eaten so hard he accidentally chewed into one of his fingers, bisecting it.
Yellow blood was pouring from it. He wrapped it in a napkin and tried to hide it, planning on going to the man with the long coat later.
"Well you said it yourself. [b]Most[/b]. I've made this potion specifically for you since day 1 after spying everyone on this ship. Now be quiet and let me work or else those cracks are going to get worse." Abraxas told him
Jag head recoiled back sightly, surprised at the Abraxas's work this quickly.
"You're quite the crafty one, much more so then other 'doctors' I find working in this field..Nonetheless, proceed. Apothecary Abraxas." Jag said.
[quote](( Oh sorry Doom, I was waiting for Otterman's Amelia response before having Jag enter the medbay. ))[/quote]
(( Yeah sorry I was watching Deadpool I would've loved to responded :frown: ))
Amelia wakes up from her bed and wipes some drool off her face. She looks at her computer and sees a new message, "Hey, *snaps fingers*, computer, could you, um... open the message for me please?"
The computer opens the message, and displays,
[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]
"... crap." she says to herself.
She gets up and washes her face, her hair is a little wavey but who the heck cares, right? She runs to the door, tripping over her console in the process, and grabs her labcoat, and runs into the medical lab, with Abrax about to heal Jags' wounds.
"Oh, phew, I'm not late," she sighs as she wipes sweat off her forehead. "Okay, so what's the happs' Abrax?"
They finally arrive outside the restaurant, Valkyrie turning and cutting Maddox a glance. "We're here." she said. It was a seafood joint, serving interplanetary favorites as well as local favorites. Hope this guy isn't allergic to seafood or anything. She wasn't carrying his ass out if he killed over.
"So...I'm guessing you didn't find anything good on that billboard down the street?" she asked, as they walked in.
[B]...[/B]
Damn, she lost! Taylor smirked and shook her head. "Shit. Well, here." said Taylor, reaching into her pocket and pulling out 100 credits. She gave it to Alex, then stood with her bowl. Time for cleanup.
On one hand, Alex had won the bet. On the other he had witnessed quite possibly the most traumatizing food contest in his career. He looked towards Taylor and Owen. "I believe I win this round."
[QUOTE]Another meal well done, Kitchen Overlord![/QUOTE]
"I live to serve good meals."
Abraxas nodded quickly to the Sanghvi, injecting the needle directly into the silicate material thoroughly and pressed down hard for a quick second. He saw Amelia, Genki Girl walked in.
"What! You! How?!" Abraxas quickly asked in a frenzied manner. He placed his palms onto his helmet and shook. He slowly turned to Jag and calmed down. "Oh yeah, you're going to go to bed for a little while. Have fun while your body is being worked on." Abraxas waved, referring to the syringe he injected a minute ago.
-sinp-
Frosty got up from his table, put his helmet back on, excused himself, and slowly walked out of the mess hall, unknowingly leaving a trail of yellow blood from his makeshift bandage wrapped around his finger.
[quote]"What! You! How?!" Abraxas quickly asked in a frenzied manner. He placed his palms onto his helmet and shook. He slowly turned to Jag and calmed down.[/quote]
Amelia looks confused, "What's got you all worked up?" she then turns to Jag, "Oooooooo you're gunna feel like jelly~," her eyes look at the syringe, "Ah, don't worry it'll feel fine!" she smiles gleefully, putting both her hands together.
"Nevermind nevermind. I need you to assist me and grab the books called Alchemy Arts: Vol 1 & 2 in the Medical side of the Labs. Once you got those books bring that glass containing the ore." Abraxas said while he ran quickly to his case and pulled out ordinary white chalk.
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