[QUOTE]Jag gave a sight nod before slowly turning 'back to face Taylor. "Sorry, sometimes you need to reassure a guest's place." Jag said in cold voice, readjusting it's cloak after it spoke.[/QUOTE]
"Indeed." said Taylor. Wish Valkyrie listened to such a thing. Threaten her, and she just gets [B]MORE[/B] lively. She walked over and squatted next to the wounded hitman, her revolver in clear view as she looked down at him. "I should probably inform Captain Yuga and Yanim about this while we wait for Abraxas and János...oh, we had a vote and Yuga was elected Captain. I was picked for First Mate." she said, glancing up at Jag before standing.
[QUOTE=Damian0358;50170845]"If by that, you mean, 'hang out with you some more while you eat', then sure!" János said in a quirky manner.[/QUOTE]
Bucky gets herself a good meal. All hearty stuff, rich in proteins and oils and grease. After getting her breakfast, she sits back down with Janos and makes pleasant chit-chat and conversation. It's a nice morning, comfortable and duty free. Until Janos gets his call.
As the two enjoyed themselves, János noticed that he had receive a message from Taylor. He gave it a quick check and found out he was needed. "I'm sorry Bucky, but Taylor's calling me to the hangar. We got a potential prisoner," he told her, as he got up.
"I really had a great time with you. Hope to do it again some time!" he said, waving her a see ya later, as he left the mess hall and headed for the hangar, grabbing a mop along the way.
Frosty got out of the bed he was sleeping in, and got dressed once more in his old outfit. He left his boots off though, since the floor was cold and oddly relaxing to walk around barefoot on. The mess hall was serving this thing called "breakfast" and he was curious to see what baffling human food would be served today.
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[quote]Once again, many centuries ago.[/quote]
"Father, father! Something terrible has happened!"
Two men ran down a hall, trying to catch up to their leader who was about to enter his quarters. "Oh dear, you two look paler than usual. What happened?" he said.
"It's the UN! They dropped firebombs over the forest! They've burned it down while we were celebrating the summer festival!" said one of the two.
"What!?[I] Why!?[/I]" demanded their leader. "I thought we had a treaty!"
"It was broken! The treaty is no more, and the rest of the world is blaming us!" said the other of the two.
This was troubling. Very troubling. His people were now on the chopping block and about to go extinct. He knew deep down the rest of the world hated him and his people for good reasons, and would do anything to wipe them out, but he dreaded the idea that one of his own broke the ceasefire treaty. He really, really hoped that wasn't true...
Just as he was about to mobile his men, he could hear the bombers flying overhead. The days of his people were numbered now.
[quote]A little less than a week before that...[/quote]
"...The Holy Father is a [B]FOOL[/B]! He has the entire world in his hands, and he's letting it slip away!" Chemosh was barking his blasphemies to the rest of his brothers in the room.
"Those [I]disgusting [/I]kuffars in the capital have tied us down to this land and dance circles around us in an attempt to get us to bite so they finally have a reason to come in and kill us all! This is a life of humiliation I will not accept, and neither should any of you!"
He had a switch in his hand, and behind him were several camera recordings of a heavily populated city. In front of him were heavily armored and equipped members of his people's elite reconissance team. They were all cheering his blasphemies on as he was the only one to say what they were thinking. He was preaching to the choir and they were singing it loud.
"He sits there in his home while the population of this world throws garbage at us, spit at us, insult and mock us! But where is he to protect us? Where is he when we need him to defend us? Where was he when our mosques were burning down? Where was he during our jihad against the western continent? Where was he whenever we needed him the most!? I am through with being under this man's thumb as he sits and waits while Rome burns. This life of humiliation ends [B]TODAY[/B]. I will be the one who will bring us out of the darkness of our so-called Holy Father's shadow, because unlike him, I am not afraid of what a bunch of pretentious old men think of me."
The switch was pressed with all the force Chemosh could muster. "Behold, and witness the birth of a new world. [I]Our world[/I]."
The recordings began to change. Chemical gas was bellowing out of the sewer drains, completely enveloping the people walking on the street or relaxing on the benches outside. They began to twitch and convulse, then bleed wildly, then seize up, and then finally, they began to die.
Abraxas received the message, inquiring to go down the hangar to see what's happening. "What now? Who are these people?"
Bucky says her goodbyes to John, decides that she'll ask him if he wants to hang out and game some more later, and responds to Owen's message as she too departs the mess hall.
[QUOTE]Hey Owen. I'll join the pit crew. You got anybody else yet?
-Bucky[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]"What now? Who are these people?"[/QUOTE]
Taylor looked over at Abraxas as he and János entered. "One of the goons from the hotel. Jag captured him while we were fighting inside." She then draws out her tablet and sends a message to Yuga.
[QUOTE]Captain, we've got a possible prisoner down here in the hanger if you and Yanim would like to see him.
- Taylor[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]"I should probably inform Captain Yuga and Yanim about this while we wait for Abraxas and János...oh, we had a vote and Yuga was elected Captain. I was picked for First Mate."[/QUOTE]
Jag recoiled it's head back a bit at hearing about it's fellow freelancer's recent promotion. "I'm glad to hear that, First Officer Taylor." Jag said, while stepping forward Taylor.
The Sanghvi took an moment to look down at the unconscious individual, he bared a plan skin complexion. Several bruises and cuts covered his bald head, Nothing major or at least fatal for the moment.
Jag then raised it's head to met with Taylor's, fixing it's posture ever so sightly in font of the new officer, glazing on Taylor face for spit-second before speaking. "First Officer Taylor, after we deal with our unwelcome guest. May I offer you the chance for I to train down at the armory? I find that It's important that you are ready for anything that our upcoming missions may throw at you, and with my own years of experience will most assuredly usefully in this endeavor." Jag politely said towards Taylor but was cut off as both Abraxas and János entered the room.
Jag then took an step back, letting Taylor brief them on the situation at hand.
Yuga listened as Maddox spoke up.
"For the hired hands we have on deck, keeping your own weapons in a functional condition is a bare minimum." she replied.
She had no reasons to doubt Maddox's combat skills given his records, but a weaponsmith was definitely something out of the ordinary.
"However, upgrades to existing armaments as well as introductions of new ones are most welcome."
Yuga attatched the scabbard to her belt, crossed her arms behind her back and walked over to the bridge exit before giving Maddox a glance over her shoulder, "I will however demand you keep a ledger over the materials you use, seeing as they are company property and not your private stock. We will work out further details later, you are both dismissed."
She exited the bridge and began walking to the medbay.
Hariim gets settled in at the holotable on the bridge. He double checks all of his connections with the race track's computer and surveillance systems. Images, readouts, and program windows all flash and disappear above the table as Hariim works his way through them with great speed.
As she entered the medbay she opened up her compass to view Taylors message.
A prisoner? Well well, looks like the Sanghvi had managed to be productive in his own during his mysterious abcense.
Yuga replied:
[Quote]Determine the prisoners allegiance. If he is in any way linked to the mafia I want you to extract any and all useful information from him and then dispose of him professionaly.[/Quote]
When the message was sent she walked into the room where Porter lay.
She looked into Amelias memories to determine the significance of Porter being put into his current status.
It was also important to chose the right words.
"Mr Porter may have been gravely wounded, but he is in a stable condition and according to Abaraxas he will fully recover. How long it will take he has not yet calculated, but given the fact that we have personnel familiar with physical healing and cybernetic restoration I am confident it shouldn't take long."
Amelia lay still upon Porter with the odd whippering. Yuga sighed internally. She had to muster some encouragement, it was Important for the crew morale.
"As the new Captain I hereby entrust Porter into your care until he is recovered" she said, with a subtly warmer tone than usual.
Owen awoke and received another message about the pit crew, this time from Bucky. He typed out a response.
[QUOTE]Yep, got one more, that Val girl or whatever she goes by.[/QUOTE]
Owen got dressed and headed to the med bay. He never really saw the carnage of the battle. Part of him acted out of self perseverance, the other part out of cowardice. Maybe he was being too hard on himself, but the only thing he knew was that one of the crew went down. As he entered the med bay, Owen saw Porter in the terrible shape he was in. He also saw the source of the cries that he heard last night. "Has she been here all night?" Owen thought to himself. He immediately realized that they were close and the urge to say something came forward. He held his tongue, however, as nothing came to mind immediately. "Darn it, Jeb! This would be something you'd actually be good at, why'd you have to take my car and crew from me? You haven't put it to good use since then." he said quietly to himself.
A few seconds later, Owen tried to say something inspiring to her, but he couldn't say much more than, "Hey, I hope...er...am sure uh...he's...um...going to make a full recovery." He wasn't sure how she was going to react to that, however.
After what happened the last time Frosty ate food, he tried to eat his foods as carefully as he could since his stomach was very weak and easily upset it seems. But unlike the previous times, he did [I]not [/I]go back to his starfighter to do his patrols as Yuga's words about it being infamous made him a little worried. Speaking of which, he ought to go talk to her about her being the new captain and what he should do.
She wasn't in the bridge, so he checked the other rooms in the ship until he saw her in the med-bay with Amelia and Owen along with an incapacitated Porter. He didn't want to bother them, so he leaned against the wall in front of the med-bay door and waited patiently.
((Sorry guys, really wanna get everything straight before the race but I gotta hit the sack))
Owen could sense that someone else was watching and turned around for a bit. He noticed Frosty behind him. "Hey there, Popsicle, how's it..." Owen then noticed the lack of toes on his feet. "um...your feet ok?"
((Edit: it's fine, Radley, I was thinking that maybe pit practice would happen first...well, with more volunteers, anyway))
Taylor read over the message that Yuga had sent her. "Well, Captain says that we should determine his allegiance. If he's working with the mob, interrogate him and get as much information as we can. Then, dispose of him. Abraxas, keep him alive long enough for János to get as much as he can out of him. You can help him out if you want, Jag. Just don't kill him until after we get what we need."
She looked between the three of them, then down at the hitman. "I think he'll crack with enough pressure...if he hasn't already." she muttered, before looking up at Jag. "Oh, and to answer your question, sure. I'd be up for it."
Finally, she holstered her revolver. "I'll be back. Going to go check on Amelia." She then turned and departed, heading towards the Medbay.
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie sat up with a yawn, stretching and looking around. Nice bed...much better than the one back at the hotel. She stood, before heading out towards the Mess. Still dressed in her short, black board shorts and purple muscle shirt. As she passed the cargo/hangar bay, she stopped to see Jag holding down some guy while Abraxas and Janos stood nearby. Looks like that poor fuck ran out of luck. She chuckled, running a hand through her Mauve-colored hair, before continuing on to the mess hall.
(( He has toes, just two big ones on each foot instead of five. It's a bit like a chicken's foot. ))
"Oh, Mr. Owen, don't mind them. Apparently my feet are supposed to be like this... I have no idea why."
Frosty then leaned a little to look behind Owen.
"How is Amelia holding up?"
((I knew your feet were like that, Owen didn't, though))
Bucky spots Valkyrie in the same hallway she's walking down and calls out: "Hey Valk!" With a smile and wave. She walks up to her fellow engineer, wanting to make small talk.
[quote]"As the new Captain I hereby entrust Porter into your care until he is recovered"[/quote]
Amelia makes a :ok: symbol with her hand, but doesn't move her face from Porter's body.
(( she's been laying her head on Porter for hours ))
[QUOTE]Bucky spots Valkyrie in the same hallway she's walking down and calls out: "Hey Valk!" With a smile and wave. She walks up to her fellow engineer, wanting to make small talk.[/QUOTE]
Valkyrie noticed and waved back as she walked over. "Hey. Did I miss anything while I was out?"
Jag gave Taylor an simple nod as she walked out of the room before glazing over János towards Abraxas.
"Apothecary Abraxas, would you be so kind as to awaken our guest?" Jag said, gesturing towards the injured individual.
(( I'll control the Captured Marksmen when time comes. ))
[QUOTE=Infab;50171881]Valkyrie noticed and waved back as she walked over. "Hey. Did I miss anything while I was out?"[/QUOTE]
"Not a whole lot. Me and Janos were just hanging out in the Mess playing some vidya. How are you?" Bucky smiles at her coworker, bubbly friendly personality shining through. Seems that the android is in a good mood.
[QUOTE=enigmarage;50171847]((I knew your feet were like that, Owen didn't, though))[/QUOTE]
(( Oh. Sorry, I just thought that your post was implying someone made him feel the agony of the feet. ))
Taylor arrived in the Medbay to find Frosty and Owen talking, and Yuga talking to Amelia as her head lay on Porter's chest. She didn't interrupt Frosty and Owen, instead walking over to where Yuga and Amelia were.
"Abraxas, János, and Jag are taking care of the prisoner, ma'am." she says to Yuga, before turning her attention to Amelia. She simply laid a hand on Amelia's shoulder as consolement. She didn't know what else she could do, besides hug her.
[B]....[/B]
"Fine, I guess. Just woke up." she said, moving some of her bangs out of her face and brushing her hair back again. "Looks like you're in a really good mood. Did our little gynoid hit it off with the resident cyborg warden?" she continued, with a sly grin.
Amelia slowly moved her head up, over her shoulder, to look at whatever touched her. It was Taylor. She hesitated, just staring at her friend. Then after about 10 seconds, she manages to give off a tiny grin, trying to show Taylor that she aknowledged what she was trying to do. She then looked away, down at her feet, eyes tired, and slumps, not saying a word.
"I dunno. He's being really nice, but John isn't really doing much else. I think he just likes making friends." Bucky replies with a shrug. "You on the pit crew? Should be a really cool job." She asks and remarks: "You look nice by the way. Muscle shirts look really good on you."
[QUOTE]"You on the pit crew? Should be a really cool job." She asks and remarks: "You look nice by the way. Muscle shirts look really good on you."[/QUOTE]
"Oh, thanks. Usually I don't wear them off-ship because of the tats." she says, motioning to the various designs on her arms and upper chest. "Also, yeah. Gonna have to be fast, though. Being in a pit crew is serious business." she said.
As Jag looked over the two other members within the hanger, it found that the situation at hand was proper hands and decided to relive itself from interrogation till anything of interest comes to up. Telling them to keep it posted on any developments before setting off to it's armory.
However, during it's trip over it found that Enforcer Porter had been torn apart during the shootout. Surviving only due to his already massive amount of previous cyber augmentations. Thankfully, The records shows that he is recoverable with the equipment on board the Muramasa.
As such Jag proceed to walk over to the med bay. Quietly entering the room, making little noise besides that of the automatic doors opening and shunting. Making sure to not any unwanted draw attention to itself as possible.
The Sanghvi found that that Biologist Weinheart was standing over the unconscious Porter or what remained of him. Jag simply halted near the door, taking an moment to look over the vials of shredded enforcer. Seeing that Weinheart best be left alone with him, Jag knew that any words be unwelcome as Taylor comfort her.
[QUOTE=Infab;50172172]"Oh, thanks. Usually I don't wear them off-ship because of the tats." she says, motioning to the various designs on her arms and upper chest. "Also, yeah. Gonna have to be fast, though. Being in a pit crew is serious business." she said.[/QUOTE]
Bucky nods to the bit about serious business and being fast, understanding the importance of that. "Yeah, but I think we'll have an easy time of it. We're some of the best in the sector right?" She checks the shipboard time in her entopic display while she talks. She looks at Valkyrie's tattoos, intrigued.
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