Owen looked at the cook, "Even if those were the glory days...I have my doubts now. It seemed that the 'snowball's chance' guy seemed to win there pretty often now that I think about it I remember my engine letting go there a lot too. Still, might be fun to go back there." Owen then left the mess quickly. Owen searched for one of the Kanads to see about something. He eventually found Yanim. "Hey, Kanad! If you have a roster of who all is in this race, let me see it." Owen said to Yanim.
[sleep time for now]
"Ain't that a mighty fine story." Said Maddox as he sat down. "Wanna hear my story? The SDF trained and armed my people so that we could repel a large alliance of pirates, sparing us of getting pillaged, raped and all that yadda yadda."
He smiled as both Valkyrie and Koval looked a bit stunned due to his sudden appearence. "Like all things, there's always two sides of the story."
Maddox took a big bite of sushi. "Now this is proper food I tell ya'." He looked at Koval and nodded. "Name's Maddox by the way, Maddox Graves. My pals call me 'Mad'."
Valkyrie's blood began to simmer again. Yeah, there's two sides to every story. Her's was the only one she gave a shit about, though. She went silent, continuing to eat her food. It was the only thing preventing her from saying something stupid and getting guns drawn.
She adjusted her jacket, making sure her tattoos on her upper body and arms were hidden from his view. Some of them were pirate insignia, done by either herself or by another person. Others were just fancy tats she decided she wanted. She also bore some scars to go with the tattoos. Some from her own stupidity, others from enemies. A few from SDF troops.
Vakarus left the restroom after combatting the inner fire caused by the chili con carne. He returned to the bridge and sat down at the gunner console.
Meanwhile in a weird ass dream.
Abrax turned to meet a rough alien fellow who was busy serving drinks to paying customers under the dire hot climate.
"You Human, you want drink or not?"
"Not Human bartender. I provided my own drink in this desert!" The out of character and out of uniform Abraxas yelled out. He poured out the yellow contents onto a tall container while planting a blue berry with ice. He gulped down the content and planted the drink. Wiping the spirit from his mouth. The bartender's eyes grew with interest as he was washing glasses.
"Hey human, what's that?"
Abraxas gave a small glance at the Bartender before answering. "In Malmar, when you're left with no survival rations and you're fighting, people would go crazy on pissing in a glass and leaving orcaberries so the it can emit green to drink later for sport. Malmarian Piss in other words.
"Uh, how that work?"
"Our piss is very sour and sometimes make you doped up. The Orcaberry contains fermented alcohol as some intoxicating drink. Cheap and tasty."
The bartender nodded. "How much?"
"How much for what?"
"Piss."
"Uhh. Here, just take it." He passed the drink along as he walked out the bartender gulped down on the drink and suddenly roared throughout the area in a sudden move.
...
Abrax woke up from the dream and looked at his surroundings. He got up and dusted himself off and went to the bathroom.
((Malmarians are fucking hardcore man.))
[Wait, that description...[URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1457037&p=47970462&viewfull=1#post47970462"]Ah, fuck[/URL] ]
After several hours of blowing chunks of chili into vomit bags, hauling them to the restroom and shoving them in the trash, Frosty went back to sit in his cockpit seat and started to doze off.
(( Headed to bed. ))
"...397...398...399...400." breathed Taylor, completing her crunches on the floor of her room. She sat up, and remained there for a few moments, catching her breath. Now for push ups! She did a hand stand, pressing her back against the wall and holding her feet together as they nearly touched the ceiling of the small cabin. She lowered herself down, her arms bending, till her face almost touched the floor. Then she pushed herself back up. "One." she whispered. She was going to do 200 of these. Her daily routine. Running would come later, as she'd have to figure out how exactly she was going to do her daily jog.
[B]...[/B]
Valkyrie retrieved another plateful of sushi, sitting back down at the table. "You know, you never did answer my question from earlier, Maddox." she said, slipping some sushi into her mouth. She chewed it up, and swallowed, before asking the same question again. "Did you find a job on the billboard down the street? Or did nothing come up?"
She hoped that he didn't pick the same gig that she and Koval had chosen.
[Heading to bed.]
"I didn't ask for yer name, mate" Markus uttered with a frown.
He looked at Valkyrie "Oh, what'd I do to get locked up? Well me and a few mates 'ad stolen a cache of SDF weapons that 'ad landed on my colony. But we were discovered by some SDF recruits in the woods."
Markus looked back at Maddox "And let's just say those boyscouts were at the wrong place at the wrong time." he finished, making a subtle gesture with his finger across his throat.
Maddox grunted with a grin on is face. "That's cute convict, I'm almost about to cry."
He turned to Valkyrie. "Ever heard of the Terika Belladonna Company? They're looking for a armorer, that happens to be my specialty."
Markus raised an eyebrow when Maddox informed them about his talents.
"You got somethin to show then? I ain't just takin' yer word for it."
Maddox chuckled. "Had it been talk and only talk I wouldn't be here. Give me one of your weapons and I'll be able to disassemble it and reassemble it within one minute."
He slid over about fifty credits. "I'll even put some creds on the line, convict."
Markus eyed Maddox's equipment and evaluated his statement.
He leaned back in the chair and grabbed his KA-300 from the wall, took of out the magazine and took off the bayonet. He grabbed the credits and placed the rifle on the table.
"Now you put your money where your mouth is, jackboot."
Ahaz prepares himself a drink and checks the oven to see if his steak is ready
Maddox smiled and grabbed the rifle. He did a brief inspection of the weapon from three different angles before putting it down.
He opened one of his vest pouches and brought out what appeared to be a tool handle of some sort and a circular device.
Pressing a couple of buttons the circular device begun projecting a small hologram in the shape of '01:00'.
"Time me."
He slid over the device to Koval who hit the button almost immeadiately.
With alarming speed Maddox twisted the handle, causing it to click untill a kinetic screwdriver appeared from the top of the handle.
Ten seconds in and all screws were out, he took apart the barrel and receiver before moving on to the stock.
Twentyfive seconds in and he had dismantled the entire firing system. The weapon had now been stripped down into a neatly arranged puzzle on the table.
Thirtyfive seconds in and the firing system, stock and receiver was pieced together. Forty seconds in and he had finished cleaning the barrel quickly before putting it together.
At fifty seconds all the screws were in, Maddox then grabbed the bayonet, mounted it and then inserted the mag.
He slammed the timer with his armored fist, the timer had stopped at '00:03' and the weapon had been perfectly reassembled and now laid infront of Koval.
Markus eyed the rifle infront of him. Obviously Maddox was certain of his skills, and not just some guy trying to impress people by talking shit.
He picked up the rifle and pulled the bolt back to look into the interior.
Solid work, he was actually impressed. Markus closed the bolt and loaded the top shell into the barrel.
Suddenly he aimed the rifle at Maddox and pulled the trigger. A click could be heard as Maddox flinched.
Markus let out a heart laugh, pulling the bolt back and the empty shell that he had engraved earlier flew out and landed on the table. He picked it up and threw it to Maddox who caught it.
"Ha ha, caught ya flinchin'." markus said with a wink.
He propped the rifle back against the wall. "Damn shame you've been playin' for the wrong team. Old man Daggers would pay top credits for a man like you."
Maddox chuckled as Koval tossed the shell at which he caught with ease. "Thanks for the souvenir." He put the shell in one of his pockets before collecting fifty credits from the table, leaving what Koval had used for betting.
"Keep it, I don't do this for the creds anyways."
He raised an eyebrow when Koval mentioned some Daggers guy. "Never heard of him, he's a pal of yours?"
Markus picked up the remaining credits and stuffed them into his back.
"Major Gerald Daggers, former skipper in the sol armada who got fed up with fightin' religious nutjobs and staged a mutiny. Got caught, eventually, and dumped in the same lock up as me and me mates."
Markus rolled up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo showing a skull biting the sol banner while being pierced by dagger from the top.
"Turns out his former employers forgot what he was capable off. He founded the Dagger Marauders and led us when we took over the prison and the planet from the suits. We then set up a space port, real nice and proper, where he makes the rules."
Markus rolled his sleeve back down and leaned back in the chair, "So, in short, he's my former boss and a real pain in the arse for the SDF."
"Interesting, sounds like a place I should visit sometime." Said Maddox as he continued to eat.
Markus chuckled, "Ya show up with that attire, they'll shot ya at the door."
After a long nap, Frosty climbed down from the Voidwalker, intending to visit Dr. Jerk to see if he had finished that potion he said he would make.
Before that however, he wandered about the ship to see if there was anyone else he hadn't met yet. He saw a woman doing push-ups in her quarters. He looked both ways, got on all fours, and tried to imitate her motions.
Amelia walked out into the hallway from the medical lab to see a man just doing push-ups in the way. "Um... hello?" she kneels down to look at his face, her head tilted in curiosity.
Valkyrie was surprised by the sheer speed that the weapon was disassembled and reassembled. This guy knows his shit. She smirked ever so slightly, before continuing to eat. It was impressive, but not really her area of interest. Now if he could take apart a Class 5 Assaultron in seconds, THEN she'd be [I]REALLY[/I] interested.
"Oh, my name is Valencia Blackwell. Everyone calls me 'Valkyrie'." she said to Markus, between bites of sushi.
[B]...[/B]
Taylor was midway through a push-up when she glanced over and noticed that Frosty was now attempting to mimic her out in the hallway. She grinned, and continued, watching him to see if he could actually do hand stand push-ups. She then heard Amelia's voice out in the hall.
"He's trying to mimic me." she said, as she continued. She was at 120, and still had 80 to go.
"Oh, don't mind me. I am testing my strength." Frosty said as he stood up. He looked at the person who greeted him.
"Aren't you the woman who was assisting Dr. Jerk repair that odd looking robot with science magic?"
(( I don't know if Frosty should know who Jag is, cause Deathgrunt edited his post where they introduced themselves. ))
[QUOTE=F T;49885454]"Oh, don't mind me. I am testing my strength." Frosty said as he stood up. He looked at the person who greeted him.
"Aren't you the woman who was assisting Dr. Jerk repair that odd looking robot with science magic?"
(( I don't know if Frosty should know who Jag is, cause Deathgrunt edited his post where they introduced themselves. ))[/QUOTE]
(( Jag said that he wasn't an synthetic to Frosty which is an Sanghvi term for robots and artificial life forms, I just edited the post where he properly introduced himself due to the fact you we're already busy with Abraxas at the time. ))
(( It doesn't matter through, I'll get to it a bit later after dealing with several other things first. ))
(( oh, alright. ))
"Dr. Jerk... yeah, that's Abrax... although I have no idea how he got his medical degree... or even a degree at all." her arms are crossed, "You look like a strange fella." she grins.
"I'm Amelia, I'm the ships Xeno-Human Biologist. I like poking at stuff and writing the results down. What's your name?" she asks.
"I am called 'Frosty'. I would tell you my actual name, though I'm currently suffering from amnesia at the moment. I was found by this crew earlier, they unfroze me and rescued my starfighter I was frozen in. Since the only thing I can recall clearly is how to fly, I assume whoever is in charge of this vessel will place mark my occupation as 'pilot.' That's all I can say about me, what about you?"
"Taylor Caine. I'm one of the ship's hired guns. A mercenary." said Taylor, as she did another push-up. She was up to 150. 50 more to go. "Me and Amelia were the ones that found your ship." she added.
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