Frosty re-positioned himself and looked at Porter.
"Well, large man, what brings you here to us? Are you seeking employment with this crew?"
Porter shifts his stance back to normal, "Yes, Amelia asked me to join the crew, so, here I am."
"Spare me the pleasantries, Mr Porter. You and I are here on different grounds and my opinions should not be a hinder for you as you preform your duties."
Yuga half-heartedly flicked through Porters more recent memories to acquire a more complete picture of the newest member.
"You are here to bolster our security forces, am I not correct? A welcome balance to the brigand mercenaries we have hired as infantry."
"Hmph," Porter grunts, "Yes... I am. Hope I can lend a hand, protect the crew, and keep people from hurting each other on the ship." he straightens his posture, stretching his shoulders.
Frosty relaxed himself a bit, and with arms wide open, he spoke.
"Well then! A fair and formal greetings from me to you Mr. Porter! I am called 'Frosty' and I pilot that strange looking starfighter that is piggybacking this vessel. I do look forward to having you keep us safe."
Porter looks at Frosty, "Pleasure to meet you too, Frosty." he extends his arm for a handshake.
Frosty reaches out to shake Porter's hand with his lanky hand and long fingers.
Porter nods his head, shakes Frosty's hand firmly, then lowers his arm. "Well, I must excuse myself to find my room and set my gear in place," he pats his suitcase.
He walks past all of them to go towards an empty room in the cabin area, and walks right in.
(( Okay I'm going to class. Bye for a couple hours ))
[I]16 hours ago, Red Light distinct, Prospera.[/I]
"Stop here." Jag uttered towards the taxi driver.
"Su-Sure Sir!" The driver burled out, swerving the taxi into one of the many backstreets within the down rotted city block.
Jag took an moment to look over it's surrounds outside, ready to set it's plans in motion.
"So...We're done?" The driver anxiously asked, sweat pouring down his acne infested face.
The Sanghvi slowly turned to face him down one last time before continuing forwards with putting to rest it's past debts on this world once and for all.
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[I]9 years ago, Unmarked asteroid field within Orion Arm, within the confines of the Ever Flowing Saber. [/I]
Confused, Hoil at her's Captain's request. Took out her communicator, a old and worn model found in the thrash during Hoil's hash upbringing on Ayr.
"Captain, I don't quite understand what you mean by that....There's enough information within the systems to make decision there..." Hoil stated through her mechanical communicator before putting it away under her coat.
Jag let out an notice sign through it's neck. Aggravated, Jag took step closer towards the Ayr with it's head lining up with her eyes.
"Please, First officer. Use your void gifted presence to find what you seek." The Sanghvi said bowing it's head to her level.
Hoil eyes widen, the expression on her face was that of distraught. She then tired to reach for her communicator to response before Jag swatted it out of her hands.
Her eyes tailed the primitive device as it shatter upon hitting the hard steel floor of the bridge.
"It's time to stop relying on such clutches..My dear First Officer.", Jag said in a consoling tone, slowly moving closer to the distressed Ayr.
She then quickly shifted her eyes at Jag with an worried look in her stare, through forever in trusting in it's captain after it's part in sparing her from the wrath of High Houses.
"Ignore what paranoid delusions your false masters had forced upon you. Your presence is blessed with an truly remarkable gift." Jag said while lowering itself towards the Ayr's level.
Anxiously, Hoil agreed. Closing her eyes and nodded. Bowing her head to focus on unitizing her so called impaired psychic presence, designated and outcasted as such by the rest of her kind.
The bridge fell silent, Taur and Vyacheslav stood uneasy as they watched Jag stood silent as it loomed over just a meter above the frozen Hoil for over several minutes.
None of them dared to think about questioning their indebted Captain's reasoning. For themselves owned their Captain an great debt in saving their lives.
"Hoil." Jag said quietly into the Ayr's mind, her nervous twitching and sweat we're brought to a halt as Jag lowered it's head to lean onto the Ayr's forehead.
The two we're interlinked mentally for no more then second in the physical world. That was all that was needed and what the young Ayr could bare.
Hoil froze still after Jag took an sight step back, collapsing onto the steel floor a moment later.
''Vyacheslav, take care of the unconscious First officer. Taur, bring the vessel to warp and get us near Prospera on the double." Jag barked out to it's subordinates while back towards the cockpit. Resume it's stargazing.
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[I]Present. [/I]
[QUOTE]Freelancer Taylor, I've already finished my dealing ahead of schedule and should be seeing eye to eye again very soon.
From-Freelancer Jag
To-Freelancer Caine[/QUOTE]
Ahaz turns to the man. "What's the big secret? Strip clubs are legal."
The man smiles and points to a stripper nearby. She's dressed as a nun and is reciting something that Ahaz can't hear. Ahaz scans the room and sees that all of the dancers are dressed in nun's garbs, angel costumes, and one particularly beautiful one wears a tall mitre.
"Holy shit." Ahaz gasps. "Why is there a church in a strip club?"
The man laughs. "Religion might be illegal but there's a spiritual itch that humans still have. Christians have slim pickings here and so I can push any heresy I want. They'll eat it up like a starving pig. Follow me, there's a Baptism happening."
Ahaz walks over to where two strippers are performing. One has blonde hair and blue eyes while the other has long black hair with purple highlights. A man is sitting in a plush couch while they dance around him, reciting, "O wicked spirit born of a lost soul in limbo, receive judgement from the garb of the holy virgin; cleansed of worldly impurities; return to heaven and earth."
They both throw garments on him while shouting
"REPENT!"
The man smiled. "Another lost lamb brought to the flock. Now, if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. Let's get going."
He leads Ahaz to a limo outside and they pull away.
Alex walked out of his quarters when he spotted Porter. "Dock! When did you start hitting the gym?"
((bed now, got a ton of work tomorrow))
Frosty then turned to Yuga, as he noticed she was quite rude to the new crewmember.
"Yuga, please! That's no way to conduct yourself to a new member of the crew!"
Abrax stared at the two men Alex and Porter talking. He shook his head and walked passed by. To the bridge. He saw Frosty and pulled out a colored potion. "Your remedy Frosty."
((Nobody's replying atm, might as well go to dinner. Back now, 27 new replies, fuuuuck)
"Rask. Kras's goons are on board with the idea. What's a good target?"
Rask thought for a moment. "Hang on, let's take a look..." When the crew had been discussing its findings earlier, he had been taking notes. Pyer and Grundar were probably due to be killed by their superiors, and so another figure was needed. "Ah, this guy: Saverio Romano. He coordinates the collections arm of the Mafia, keepin' businesses scared and makin' sure the protection money keeps comin.' I'm sure a man like that would be a deterrent to outside crime rings. If Kras can take him out, he'll make it look like the entire Grand Prix operation is his own coup against the Mafia's monopoly on Prospera."
"Oh, thank you. How did you make it?"
He gave the potion to Frosty and waited. "Blood sample, Or if it's even blood, considering that shit is yellow. You're organic, sort of." Abraxas said. "Dip your finger, it'll heal up."
[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49947294]((Nobody's replying atm, might as well go to dinner. Back now, 27 new replies, fuuuuck))[/QUOTE]
(( Thread's going really fast, I wonder if we are going make another thread like last time to continue the game. ))
((is it the 12th yet or not?))
"Thank you very much, Doctor!"
Frosty took the bottle, headed up the ladder to his Voidwalker, and dipped his finger in the potion. He wanted to be alone in case the healing process was extremely painful.
Yuga sneered at Frosty's objection.
"I am a being of my own power, am I not? Whilst talk can get you killed I'm competent enough to be aware of when to raise my own opinions."
She walked over to the observation ports and looked out across the landing pads and its blend of ships.
"I'm entitled to express myself and so is every other individual on this vessel. How much you allow yourself to be emotionally compromised by accusations reflects degrees of vulnerability, something an excess of in this line of work can be quite cumbersome."
"You know you're a bitch, right?" Neasha said, unimpressed.
Taylor cut a look towards Yuga, listening to her comments. Brigands? I'm not a common thug. I'm a disciplined soldier. She shook her head, then felt her holo-tablet vibrate again. Another message. She drew it out and checked it.
[QUOTE][I]Freelancer Taylor, I've already finished my dealing ahead of schedule and should be seeing eye to eye again very soon.
From-Freelancer Jag
To-Freelancer Caine[/I][/QUOTE]
She nodded to herself, slipping the holo-tablet back into her pocket.
...
Valkyrie and the others walked through the freighter's hangar, till they finally found the navigator they were supposed to talk to. "Hiesh?" asked Valkyrie as she walked up.
Ahaz and the man negotiate in the limo, drinking and arguing, fighting, and then agree on a price and delivery date. Ahaz is driven to where the ship is docked and thrown out of the moving limo
Without turning her body, Yuga gestured towards Neasha.
"Exhibit A, our pilot has just used her sentient mind to make an observation that she sees fit."
She lowered her hand to take out the compass to absorb some vapors before continuing.
"But alas, as a counter I can also make the observation that it was a shame that the race who once controlled one of the more formidable fleets in the galaxy would use it for something as primitive as piracy".
...
Hiesh's feline ears twitched as she heard someone mention her name, "Ah yes, the customers." she exlaimed, brandishing her fangs with a smile.
She gestured towards the vehicle, flanked on both sides by two burly Namur guards.
"A modified Häkken Vindicator S-series. A previous customer paid us with this, but we have been trying to turn it into a more useful currency ever since we got it".
Hiesh turned to the group with a very relaxed pose, one arm resting on her hip whilst she inspected the claws on her other hand. She flashed the group another smile.
"This deal should be clearly beneficial for the both of us, assuming you have something of worth to give us for it."
The doors within bridge leading to the corridor, open abruptly. Revealing an familiar towering, cloaked obelisk had already made it's on board the Muramasa.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Neasha replied with a chuckle.
"There's a difference between being entitled to one's own expression and acting ill-mannered. The latter leading to a negative consequence should you continue to act like this to others." Abraxas pointed upwards, oh the irony he was speaking due to his previous encounters with others.
With his finger finally and fully healed, Frosty came back down and went towards to bridge after thinking of what else to retort to Yuga.
"Is that really the impression you want this new man to have? That he's going to hate his time with us? That our standards of conduct are no better than those of raider crews? The least we could do is give him a warm welcome."
(( Yeah I don't know if you realized, but Frosty left the bridge to fix his fucked up finger. :v: ))
"Greetings, freelancer Taylor." Jag said towards Taylor as it entered the bridge before taking a second to scan the various individuals residing within the bridge.
Yuga turned her head slightly towards Abraxas, "I suggest you refrain from teaching social conducts that you do not precisely excel in yourself."
Yuga now turned around and walked to the holotable to change the map of the raceway into a screen that showed the racerlisting, accompanied with the racers previous achievements and odds.
"A single individualls disdain for me conjures me no concern. What does however concern me is that he and everyone will do their jobs efficiently, thusly benefitting us all despite the case that feelings had been hurt on the way."
[editline]17th March 2016[/editline]
((Authors note: I hope I'm not actually taking the piss out of someone because I'm having a marvelous time writing this character.))
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