[QUOTE] "Yeah, but I think we'll have an easy time of it. We're some of the best in the sector right?"[/QUOTE]
"Damn straight." said Valkyrie, with a smirk. She then notices her looking at her tats. "If you want, I could show you all the tats. Though I'm not stripping here in the hallway. I'm not a exhibitionist." she said, with a chuckle at the end. She wasn't unless large amounts of money or booze were involved.
[QUOTE=Infab;50172358]"Damn straight." said Valkyrie, with a smirk. She then notices her looking at her tats. "If you want, I could show you all the tats. Though I'm not stripping here in the hallway. I'm not a exhibitionist." she said, with a chuckle at the end. She wasn't unless large amounts of money or booze were involved.[/QUOTE]
Bucky giggles. "Might have to show you my serial number in return~ How many tats do you have?" She looks Valk in the eye, her casual friendly approachable mannerism never dropping.
[QUOTE]"Might have to show you my serial number in return~ How many tats do you have?"[/QUOTE]
"Around thirty on my upper body, nine on lower body. Most are merc or pirate related. Some are personal tats that I did myself." she said, smiling back.
[QUOTE=Infab;50172404]"Around thirty on my upper body, nine on lower body. Most are merc or pirate related. Some are personal tats that I did myself." she said, smiling back.[/QUOTE]
"Cool! I've never programmed any faux-tats on my outer sheathe, but ink looks cool. So when do you wanna show them to me?" Bucky asks, [I]almost[/I] innocently.
[QUOTE]"Cool! I've never programmed any faux-tats on my outer sheathe, but ink looks cool. So when do you wanna show them to me?" Bucky asks, [I]almost[/I] innocently.[/QUOTE]
"Whenever you'd like, really. Just gonna eat breakfast first." she responded, patting her stomach. She was pretty hungry. "You can come with if you want."
[B]....[/B]
Taylor watched Amelia for a few moments, wishing she could do more to help. Still, there was really nothing she COULD do. She glanced up and noticed Jag in the doorway, so she walked over to where he was. "Abrax and János taking care of the captured goon?" she asked, as she stepped up next to him.
"Yes..First Officer Taylor." Jag said quietly, making sure to not disturb Amelia. Glancing over Taylor shoulder to look over at Amelia, Jag then gently gestured towards Taylor the door behind them. "If we may, I feel that it would be better if you wish to continue our conversation outside in the corridor." Jag suggested.
[QUOTE=Infab;50172556]"Whenever you'd like, really. Just gonna eat breakfast first." she responded, patting her stomach. She was pretty hungry. "You can come with if you want."[/QUOTE]
"Sure, I'll tag along. You can show me after you're done with breakfast." Bucky replies, and walks with Valk down to the Mess Hall again. She doesn't have anything to do till the race, or till she gets orders anyways.
Owen decided that there wasn't much he could do to help. Before leaving for the mess, Owen stated to Amelia, "I imagine you want a break from all this stuff that's happened ever since we got here. As much as I'd appreciate the help, you belong here, watching over your friend." With that, he left.
((Going to bed soon, have fun guys))
[QUOTE]"If we may, I feel that it would be better if you wish to continue our conversation outside in the corridor." Jag suggested.[/QUOTE]
Taylor nods, and walks out into the corridor so that they can talk.
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie gets herself some cereal, sitting and eating at one of the tables. "So who won the election?" she asked, before eating some of the cereal from the bowl.
"Yuga did, which I thought was odd. Yanim is the person the brought this whole little gig together, isn't she? Guess it shouldn't matter to me though. I abstained, and Janos did too. My job stays the same regardless of who's in the big chair." Bucky sits down across from Valk, and rests her elbows on the table. "The eggs are good this morning, by the way."
Jag took a few steps out of the med-bay, glancing back onto Taylor face after the metal door let out muffled sound as it shut behind her. Looking over the soft-carbon for but a moment before speaking.
"While it is tragic of what happen, it is good that Porter continues to stray with us in the realm of the physical void."; Jag stated towards Taylor, glancing in the direction of the armory nearby.
Abraxas shook his head, muttering this is ridiculous. He saw the prisoner waking up. Abraxas walked over to him and grabbed his chin, staring through his eyes. "What is your name? First and last please."
Taylor nodded. "I just wish I had pressed the attack with him. He might have not been gunned down in the first place." she said, walking towards the Armory with Jag. "I don't like losing men." she continued.
[B]....[/B]
[QUOTE]"Yuga did, which I thought was odd. Yanim is the person the brought this whole little gig together, isn't she? Guess it shouldn't matter to me though. I abstained, and Janos did too. My job stays the same regardless of who's in the big chair." Bucky sits down across from Valk, and rests her elbows on the table. "The eggs are good this morning, by the way."[/QUOTE]
"Ah...I figured Taylor would have won it, considering she's more friendly than the Ayr. She's a pretty great leader, as much as I'd hate to admit." she said, moving the cereal in the bowl about with her spoon. "Eh, well...as long as our captain doesn't turn into a utter bitch, I'm fine. I love the money, but I'm not going to take some mouth-less smurf's shit. Also, you said the eggs are good? Might get some in a minute."
Bucky nods and looks at the tats on Valk's arms. "Yeah, among other things~ But they might be cold by now."
[Gotta sleep. Looking forward to the madness of the race when I wake up!]
After having been dismissed Maddox went back to the armory. He still had some mlre weapons to assemble untill the multirole crew arsenal was done.
He chuckled as his mind wandered back to what Yuga said. Of course he kept records, detailed ones too. He wasn't exactly some backwater scrap merchant.
He glanced at his watch and then looked around. All clear. He produced a small circular device from one of his pockets. On one side was a projector, on the other a blue button. He tapped the button three times followed by a short pause before tapping three times again.
With that done Maddox slipped the device back into his pocket and went for his quarters.
There he switched his PT clothes before heading out on his morning PT, jogging around the Muramasa.
---
Vakarus looked at Taylor and Yuga. "I will remain here with Amelia'vakrin."
He pulled up a box and sat down on it in a meditation stance. Soon the Vakr started to hover as a aura of psionic energy surrounded him.
To everyone innthe room it would feel incredibly satisfying as the energy gave them extra strength. However the main goal was to give Porter's body a boost for a smoother recovery.
[QUOTE] "I don't like losing men."[/QUOTE]
Jag let out a deep sign as they both walked through the hallway. "I'm afraid that far familiar with the felling, First Officer Taylor." Jag said while glancing over the soft-carbon. "Theirs so many variables to everything in the greater void, countless when it comes to our line of work..." Jag coldly stated, bowing it's head for moment before coming to an halt in the middle of the hallway.
"But death? That's really the only constant in our realm." Jag said, letting out another deep breath.
"And that's the constant you must prepare ourselves to face, First Officer Taylor." Jag said to Taylor before walking forward.
[B]---[/B]
As the marksmen begin to reawaken, his shrunken, grayish eyes locked onto the cold, black mask staring in font of him.
He hastily let out several high pitched shrieks in fear from his very under developed month. Lacking lips and only having a few rotten teeth in his pale gums. The man looked somewhere between an decomposing corpse to an young man, through he was definitely human in overall appearance.
Abraxas nodded. Taking a few steps back and waited a minute. "Are you able to speak? Nod for yes, shake your head if not."
[QUOTE] "Are you able to speak? Nod for yes, shake your head if not."[/QUOTE]
The Marksmen nod in rapid succession towards Abraxas as he gasped for air before letting out a handful of hash coughs. He placed his arm on his throat, he to cough even more. Seemly choking on the air while struggling to stay conscious.
Abraxas nodded in response. He went closer. "Is there something you need? Can I get you anything, water or maybe medicine?"
Abraxas studied what may be a case of shortness of breath and stress.
[QUOTE=doomevil;50172884]Abraxas nodded in response. He went closer. "Is there something you need? Can I get you anything, water or maybe medicine?"[/QUOTE]
The man's bloodshot eyes looked onto eyes of the mask. It seemed that the muscles around them tighten around them, upon closer look it appealed that he lacked eye lids.
He then reached out with his arm to touch underpart of Abraxas's mask, mostly trying to touch the filers. Nodding while continuing his coughing fit.
Abraxas quickly took off his mask, revealing a normal Human face and pulled out a suitcase, opening it to reveal dozens of items. "I want you to breathe through your nose, inhale for 2 seconds, exhale out. Watch how you pace yourself." Abraxas then mixed up several herbs and added a potion fluid into the water. Pulling it and then planting it on the floor.
The man begin to desperately try to control his breathing, his nose seemed to just be two holes on his face. The skin around the holes looked red and irritated, nevertheless he try his best to do what masked man said to the letter. Through unable to close his mouth.
Abraxas gestured the same thing, he focused on the man, eye-to-eye and expanded his inner muscles. Inhaling through his nostrils, the oxygen flowing through and for a few seconds held his breath, for a few seconds then completely emptying his lungs.
"I'm here for you, let's do this for a few more times."
The Man nodded, following the unmasked man's instructions with uncannily precision. He seemed to begin to improve with coughs getting under control, still he pointed towards the mask on the ground. Gesturing towards with haste.
Upon closer look at his face, it seems baring the recent scars and bruises, that his features are natural in nature. His face also lack any short of facial hair.
Abraxas nodded, taking the mask and gave it to him slowly as possible.
Amy left the bridge and returned to the armory. She felt that she actually made a good first impresion and was determined to keep it up. She sat down where she was earlier and started to find ways to keep herself busy.
---
Alex woke up and went to the mess hall. Seeing as some of the crew had already helped themselves to breakfast, he did the same. He made himself some eggs and sat down near Bucky and Valk. "Morning you two."
The man begin to hastily put the mask on his face, making sure that it was secured properly before letting several deep breaths in and out. Getting his sporadic breathing under control and let out an sign of relief after an moment breathing pure air through the mask's respirator.
"Th-Thank you." The man struggle to said with an strong sense of sincerity in his surprisingly young sounding voice.
Abraxas nodded, rubbing his chin under. "Good, now. I like to ask you something about yourself. What's your name, where were you born?" Abraxas asked getting on with the starting questions before he asked why he was here in the first place.
Taylor nodded as they continued on towards the Armory. She was already prepared for it. Had been for a while. The life of a soldier or a mercenary, especially in this day and age, basically guarantees you for quite a lot of death. She just wanted to make sure the scale of friendly and enemy deaths was one sided. As they walked through the entrance of the Armory, she saw Amy sitting nearby. "Hey, Amy. Jag, have you two met?"
[B]....[/B]
"Hey, Al. Wow, you got fucked up." said Valkyrie, as she glanced up at Alex and saw his busted nose.
The man manage to pull himself up, using his arm to hold still while looking at the what he presumed was some from of an medical distributor. Nevertheless he let out an muffled cough before answering his question.
"Name? Uh....I, huh..Haven't bought a license for one yet..." He reply in an confused tone. "My..My serial number through is..33.93." He said before coughing again, his tone started to show that he was still on a great deal of pain.
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