"Roger Commander Eastlindht, I'l have an report done within the hour." Viper said as it corrected it's posture and gave the new capatin an terran salute and walked to over to Pippin a moment later to response his ideal .
"Unfortunately, as for your suggestion, engineering officer Pippin. I don't think time is on our side as our enemy has gained the upper hand and as such, will tired to not lose any momentum until they have achieved their absolute goal, every moment we spend, more of our Privateer allies will have most likely perished in the confusion." Viper answer the soft-carbon in an grave tone.
"I'll run inventory. Should be done in an hour. Pippin, when you can, send someone to fix the tank in the hangar." Varn saluted and began to work.
Dwan straightened up when he heard Lion mention him. "Dwan, civilian and utility inventory. I want to know how much food, drinks, fuel, medical supplies and ammo we have. Don't exclude anything.", Lion told him.
"Yes, sir!", Dwan said. As he left the room, he turned to Byron, who was watching the meeting. "Tell the rest of the basic personnel and the food personnel that I'll be holding a meeting in the bar later. Hear your thoughts on things.", Dwan told him. Byron nodded, followed by Dwan leaving the room to begin running inventory.
Iska and Bubal had talked about things at home like in what state the workshop was in or how Nyck, her apprentice, was doing. When Iska got the pm from Lion she told Bubal to make himself at home in her room. Bubal gave Iska a kiss and a wink "[I'll be all kinds of ready when you get back]" he said, and left the workshop. Iska stood for herself, covering her face with her hand to conceal her blush and huge smile. Iska then calmed down and began working on what Lion had instructed.
She located faults through the engineering system and gradually sent the appropriate people out to deal with them.
With workorders lined up and personnel busy, Iska went to repair the tank herself. On her way over to the tank she taught about thought about what Bubal had said and let out a muffled laugh. There was definitely genuine feelings between them, but it had been months since she had had a good fuck. With newfound motivation she got to work on the tank.
"Okay, does anyone know how to fix a tank?"
Varn was finishing up the inventory. Standard equipment? Check. LWA equipment? Check. Equipment purchased on Rigel? Check. One Mark V Nomad? Gone. One mark VI Nomad? Check. Roughrider? Check. Jaegermeister? Check. 8 ATDs? Check. LWA Lancier? Check GravitX? Check. Talon? Check. Eagle? Check.
Custom made LWA weaponry? Check. LWA secret weapons? Check.
Everything looked good. The report was ready to be send, but Varn felt that there was something else he could do before handing it in. He went to his quarters. It was time for him to call in a favor.
"Seth. We need to talk."
"Let me guess. HarkArk needs help badly?"
"Not really. It's more personal at this point. I'm sure you saw the Odenia incident."
"Only a few hundred times. The News stations have been running that story and that story alone. Mercury think's Saw was set up and I'm inclined to believe him. Whoever did it, screwed up the HarkArk equipment. A small detail, but those always brake the illusion."
"You would know a thing or two about deception, wouldn't you. Tell Mercury, he's right. It was the Crimson Son."
"Not that old legend again! This is what, the tenth time you talk about them."
"They're real, Seth! I have the scars to prove it. They already killed several of the crew, including the captain. If you want more proof I can send you all the footage from my armor that you need.What I want from you is all the help you can give."
"Varn, I would gladly help. But you know that I can't go on a revenge mission like this. I need something to go on to convince the others."
"HarkArk's gratitude wont do it, that's obvious. How about this. You send me on this trip to put in the good word for our unit. Well what better way to do that then bring down the biggest shadow syndicate in history. Plus all the HarkArk money you'll get after this, as compensation."
Seth was quiet for a minute. The idea obviously going through his mind. He looked at Varn with a smirk. "Did you know that the Union dissolved? Yeah. And right now all of our old friends are grabbing each other's throats. Too busy to make a move on us. Now, I could prepare for the inevitable strike. I could also go for the kill on several of them and attract attention towards us. Or I could do one thing better. I could organize the Wolfpack and send them your way."
"Hunter's boys?"
"My boy's. I took over, remember? I've been grooming them since birth to be efficient like us back in the day for the past 10 years. Tell whoever is in charge there to send me the coordinates to where you want to meet us. And a hundred or so of us will be there to help."
"You're coming along?"
"I don't get to go out much. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to prepare them."
The connection ended and Varn knew he had secured some help. It may not have been much, but the odds were looking better. He send Lion the report along with Seth's contact information . He tipped an attached note to the contact. [QUOTE]I managed to convince someone to help. Send them the coordinates to where you want to meet with them. [/QUOTE]
Lion had been quietly working in the armory. At first he had finished some crew-related weapons and devices before moving on to a small personal project inside his quarters.
With his door locked he used a variety of machines to handcarve and shape what would appear to be a form of pistol.
Having but only one light in the room, he carefully worked each part before putting together the [url=http://mp1st.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/destiny-hawkmoon-screen-04-ps4-us-07jul14.jpg]elegant handgun[/url] which was made out of several different alloys and a smooth type of grey polymer.
When the weapon itself was pieced together Lion constructed three magazines for it, each inscribed with what would appear to be hawk wings.
After that he constructed some prototype bullets, twelve for each magazine, before pulling out his decoration laser.
With robotic precision he carved some symbolic hawk feathers on the upper receiver before finally typing out the phrase "In Memory of Captain Jeremy Spacehawk" right above the trigger.
A few minutes later Lion had constructed a quick leather holster which also held the two spare magazines. He had just packed together the weapon in its holster when he received Varn's message.
He nodded, strapped on the holster to his right thigh and went out into the main armory area.
As Lion sat down behind his desk, he opened up the crew channels. "Status report everyone, how's it looking? Are we ready for take-off? Also, Varn, could you please recover my ship parked outside and land it in the hangar? Thank you."
"Yes captain." Varn exited his quarters and went down to the hangar. From there he could see Lion's ship. He walked over to it and got into the cockpit. He was a bit rusty, since the last time he flew a ship was over 15 years ago. After a few minutes of familiarizing himself with the controls with some help from Gabriel, he managed to carefully move it in the hangar.
After landing the ship he got out and notified Lion on the ship's status. He looked around and noticed Iska working on the tank. She seemed happier than the last time he saw her. "You look surprisingly happy, considering how serious you were a hour ago."
Iska turned to Varn, covered in sot and oil stains. She turned of the plasma welder and lifted up her mask to reveal a familiar grin. "Life is short, not angry all time, no?" she said with a slight chuckle. She gestured to the tank, "Iska will be ready with repairs in little hours." she explanied, "Send that Pippin boy here, Iska have important work for him". Iska waved Varn of and inspected the tank in cawe there was need for anumore welding. Concluding that it didn't she climbed into the tank and becan checking the internal systems.
"Good. I'll send him right over." Varn switched to Pippin's frequency. "Pippin. Come down to the hangar. Iska want's to talk to you."
Varn went to the Security room and began organizing the remaining security force.
Pippin held his face in his hand. "Yeah?"
Terra wasn't quite what Yanim imagined ever since she was a child. Sure, she had caught glimpses of the ancient human world before, especially when she arrived four months earlier to transfer onto the Archius, but she hadn't left the spaceport during that trip. Now, it was early autumn in a place which humans still occasionally called Earth with an endearing, almost nostalgic look in their eyes. The silvery buildings, appearing like razor blades arching gracefully into the azure sky above, framed the wide expanse of the great outdoor mall which seemed to stretch on forever, the grass covered in multitudinous shades of orange and brown leaves from the maples which lined the old concrete paths.
Yanim walked along this whispering route, her three misfit crewmates in tow. They passed by names and hearts drawn into the cement, dated to decades before their births, to the last time the paths had been dug up and poured over again. Who knows whose names graced the paths which came before, and for how many generations this silent place provided humans and travelers alike to admire the harmony of life and the world which sustains it? There was something intangibly correct about such preservation. A park like this was meant not just for the passers-through, it was fulfillment of ambitions past and the forthright dedication to the continuity of the soul.
Yanim couldn't define this term. Those who have lived Earth might say this is "a human place."
Of course, elsewhere there was pain. A man would hold another at knifepoint and shout, "give me your wallet!" while somewhere far away a woman would strike her husband with a thrown object, and a family would be torn asunder. Some children would grow up without parents, while others would die unwed and lonely, wishing they had settled down. But for all of its misery, Terra could always bear the suffering- holding its head high with the pride of its incredible achievements. Terra would not be overwhelmed by its struggles and become distorted. It would never become what Kanadys has been.
(( Big Sledge post incoming tomorrow. ))
Dwan went around the ship, as he ran inventory on civilian and utility items. Drinks-wise, almost all of the alcohol in the bar was gone, but the exotic drinks and the non-alcoholic drinks made it out intact. Food-wise, they still had enough to feed the entire crew. Medical supplies and ammo were plentiful. The only thing he worried about was the fuel, which there was just enough of. Dwan sent in his report, before returning to the bar.
As he entered, he noticed how things were much cleaner. He pondered for a second, wondering who could've cleaned it. Walking up to the back of the counter, he noticed the bed hidden in the risen flooring behind the counter was gone. It had been taken for cleaning. The exotic drinks cabinet was untouched, meaning his quarters were still safe. He took off his armor and put his bartender clothes back on. As he tucked the armor underneath the counter, he sent two messages. "Lion, can you have someone bring my weapons up here? I'd rather have them under the counter, like always.", he sent to Lion. "Byron, I'll be starting that meeting soon, inform the rest.", he sent to Byron.
As Lion received Dwan's message he dispatched a service droid carrying his weapons.
He then finalized the projects he had been working on. Lion then sat down behind his desk. He opened up his communicator and established a secure channel.
"Hey Val."
...
(Hey guys, I was wondering how you would all feel about making an orginization on the Star Citizen website (for those of you on there))
[I mean, if there's alot of us here that play SC I could do one but if it's just two/three people it feels a tad pointless.]
...
The marine in black and white armor walked up to the dropship that had just landed.
"Contraband has been seized and the pirates have surrendered. No casualties." He said as he saluted.
Valerie nodded. "Good work Davis, round up the captives and lock them up in the prisoner transport. SSAF units are already inbound to secure their ship."
"Yes ma'am!" Said the amrine before getting to work.
Valerie looked around the landing site: the pirate ship was a slightly modified cargo ship in a red-brown color, it blended in well with the martian surface. A thin pillar of smoke was coming out from one of the engines, the result of a well-placed railgun shot delivered from one of the five SDF Adeptors currently parked nearby.
Val turned her gaze to the pirates who just began walking towards the adeptor containing several small holding cells.
There were at least around forty marines guarding the area; each of them were occupied with eitehr escorting the prisoners, perimeter watch, inspection of the pirate ship or inventory of the seized illegal weapons and military equipment.
She looked up towards the sky and spotted the SNV Shadow gracefully hovering amongst the clouds. She opened up the mission channel. "All right, wrap this up and then we'll head back to Dust City for some quick R'n'R."
As she turned around and began walking back to her own dropship her communicator started beeping.
"Captain Reed." She said as she answered.
"Hey Val." Said a familiar voice on the other end. She smiled.
"Hey, it's good to hear your voice again. Are you coming home soon?" She asked curiously.
"It's good to hear YOUR voice again. Yes, I am, soon." Lion sighed deeply. "I one final mission untill I can come home. It's nothing big, just routine."
She smiled. "It's never routine for you. Just be careful, alright."
"Always." Replied Lion.
"Don't forget you owe me that dinner. Love you."
"Love you too."
...
Lion closed down the line and let out a deep sigh. "Let's hope these gearheads are too busy celebrating, might give us an advantage..."
He then rose up and opened up the crew channel. "Could Dwan, Varn, Viper, Pippin & Iska please come to the armory. Thank you."
As he waited, he sent a message to Kira. "Kira, have you found any secured line we could use to find Saw?"
Day 41
Kira replied "So far nothing, everything i've have no secure location, if it's my guess, he doesn't want anyone finding him."
...
Harken Saw was busy all day making sure any non HarkArk personnel left Termina Central, the news gave him reason to act fast and finally take off the kid gloves. He rubbed his hands together and clasped. "Right, initiate the Last Code." He said to Nicole who was visibly checking for all priorities marked out.
She looked up and tilted her head. "Last Code. Are you sure?" She empathized slowly, Last Code was a final emegency for them. If they activated it right now then they surely knew that their inventory will enlarge. Harken Saw walked up to the desk and snapped his fingers ", automatically opening a small object.
"Someone knows we're going against our enemies, this proves it." He showed it to her.
"Will that actually help us in any way?" Vara asked.
"Could be a trap, could be great help. Who knows, but if Last Code is activated, then I'm sure they'll regret that motion of ambush."
Vara stared at him with certainty. She let out a sigh. "Yes or no?"
"Yes, activate the code." Harken Saw instructed her to do. Vara turned behind and used her holo band, with a few codes and finger imprints, voice commands she activated Last Code.
Termina Central rumbled to the point of an earthquake, they stood as all 100% secured signals went to every available asset and client within HarkArk. Termina Central began to move. "I want every PMC, criminal, and Privateer with me, we'll find them eventually."
...
In the database the Archius received a signal.
Lions robotic eyes widened as the Archius received a hailing signal. "Well, that solves one problem."
He forwarded the coordinates to Sheila. He then forwarded some slightly altered coordinates to Seth using the info Varn provided, including a short message which read "Coordinates. Don't share."
Seth wouldn't know the exact location but he would be close by.
After the speech with Lion, Viper walked down towards it's security office and began creating an full scale report of its findings on the Crimson Son operatives that attacked them just hours before and the available footage of the ones that attacked them on Gadon during the recovering their mission of the sphere, the cybernetic assassins that had Viper in their sights in particular.
The information available was...lacking to say the best, nevertheless Viper used it's implant to go through each encounter through the eyes of every crew member that served in the battle with the elite Crimson Son operatives. It was quilte sight, seeing your comrades lives ended from their own perspective of their Knight UAS visors, knowing that whatever you did, you were helpless to stop their desimse. A feeling that Viper was unfortunately all too familiar with, but pressed on regardless, determined to not let it's crewmates death be in vain.
Viper's implant began to flash an familiar colour, UGC was calling and as like everyone else, they wanted answers. Viper signed and put them on hold as Lion order that the operation crew was to assembled within the armory immediately, thankfully the Sanghvi had already completed it's report and began walking over as soon as possible.
It was 2:30 in the morning when the food transport "Gold Harvest" landed on Terra with a cargo compartment filled with high-quality steel, part of the payment sent back to Terra for the bread, eggs, and Twinkies that humans saw fit to stock their colonies with far and wide. This one had made a long journey that required a fuel stop during the return trip, at which point they found several migrant workers in search of entry-level work. Among them was Shenkada Ex Sidikan, who seemed strangely overjoyed to accept such a low-paying, short-term job. Perhaps it was the destination that interested him.
In fact, Shenkada [I]was[/I] overjoyed. Surely the GKVR had received a warrant for his capture by now, as this was the standard procedure for a renegade agent. Yet somehow, they had been distracted enough to allow him to slip all the way to the human home world, where they could never catch him. Now he could begin life anew, without the fear of arrest, being swept away to a terrible fate unknown.
Once the ramp was lowered onto the surface, Shen's record-keeping job onboard the Gold Harvest was over. With his money safely stowed in his pocket, he strode down the ramp with a big smile on his face, scanning his surroundings for an open bar. Not too far down the deck, he found a steakhouse with a bar attached and walked into the slightly-busy building where crews from all over space intermingled between jobs and missions. He hopped up onto the barstool (which was a bit embarrassing since human barstools were so much taller than he was used to) and ordered a beer. Everything was just perfect as he took a swig off the bottle.
"Arkadam?" The voice made him gag on the beverage. Fearfully he glanced over his shoulder, but was met with a welcome sight instead. Yanim, admittedly looking far rougher around the edges than last time, stood with a rum in coke.
"H- Hi, uh, Yanim, it's nice to see you!" He said, incredulously. Yanim's unplaceable stare slowly gave way to a smile that was difficult to see as genuine, but he pressed on nonetheless in hopes that he could somehow salvage their friendship. His mind reeled, searching for an acceptable lie- he had been thinking about how to conceal his SS background during his flight out, but he never anticipated meeting someone he knew so soon after leaving Duroma.
"How did you end up here?" Yanim asked slyly. "Someone told me you were on your way [I]home[/I]." As she spoke, she used her implant to sent word to Rask and Virin. "Of course, a lot of people have been telling me lies lately. It's been a wild game trying to figure out who to trust."
"Well," Shen said as he looked away nervously. "Some people don't know me all that well." Shenkada's mind was in agony as he tried to figure out what Yanim meant. Did she already know? "It's best to get info from the source," he said, chuckling. "Where did you hear that, anyway?"
Yanim merely grinned a bit devilishly and took a sip from her drink. "Doesn't matter. The important thing is that we found each other, Arka."
"[Yanim, this is a bit of a surprise, I know, but I can't use that name anymore,]" Shen said, gambling that this was all merely horrible timing, and that things would soon be okay. "[I'm in a little bit of trouble right now.]"
"Oh I know," Yanim replied.
Shenkada's orange eyes widened as his hand trembled. [I]BAD.[/I] He looked over at the entrance of the room and saw two other kanads entering, their heavy black uniforms and angular caps providing him with everything he needed to know. "Yanim," he cried, "what have you done?" He tried to stand up and run, but the floor was further away than he realized and he immediately hit the ground. Yanim grabbed his ankle with her tail, preventing him from standing.
"Who's selling out who, Arka?" Yanim mocked, her blood boiling. The two former blackjackets grabbed hold of his arms, in truth unsure of what was going on. Yanim turned to the rest of the bar patrons, who had all froze to watch the events unfold. She took another sip of her drink before casually waving them away. "We're the police," she said, uncaring of whether anyone believed it or not. "This man is under arrest."
The AI in Varn's armor came to life as it showed the signal from HarkArk was activated. "Hell, it's about time." He walked to the armory to see what their next move will be.
...
Seth smiled as he received the coordinates. "Mercury, Noble get the Wolfpack ready! I want the ship in orbit 2 hours ago!"
After an hour the "Fang" took off towards the coordinates. It's hull full with men born and raised for war.
As Dwan did some extra cleaning up and organizing, after he received his weapons back, he noticed how the rest of the basic personnel and the food personnel arrived. Everyone took a seat, as Dwan turned to face them. "Hello everyone. I know it is still a little shocking that I'm back, but the reason why I'm holding this meeting is to hear your thoughts on the current events that had transpired this day.", Dwan said, as he motioned for someone to start speaking.
Suddenly, the bar erupted, as everyone spoke at once. Dwan immediately attempted to quiet everyone down, before Byron hit one of the tables with his broom, causing a big bang. Dwan thanked Byron for that. Byron began talking, as he said that, while times are tough, that a true pirate would never abandon his crew, as he showed his intense loyalty to the ship. Dwan nodded with a small smile, as Otso spoke up. He began talking about how his time at the crew has been great, saying how almost everyone has been nice to him, which Michelle agrees with. Pyrovik then brings up a major worry of his. He worries that the lower rung crew members, specifically him, might be forced to fight in combat. Hitting his hand on the table, he yells aloud, protesting the idea of that, as he joined the crew as a hair dresser, not a fighter pilot. Zach and Colin add in on their worries as well, agreeing with Pyrovik to a certain degree, though not protesting. As they state that they'd help in the best way they can, Pyrovik then pointed out how Riker died. Zach yells at him for using the dead in such a manner. Meanwhile, François blissfully ignored the meeting, despite being forced into the bar. Zach points this ignorance out, causing François to say that he has no idea what kind of food he has to taste. Everyone then starts yelling at François for being mean, for not caring about the crew, for avoiding training, and more. Dwan, irritated with the morale coming from these guys, breaks up the yelling and tells everyone to leave, saying that the meeting was over.
Dwan felt a lot of bad blood, mostly aimed at François and a little at Pyrovik, for good reasons. As everyone left, Dwan slammed his head against the counter. Byron got up close to Dwan and told him how neither he nor Pyrovik have told anyone about his secret quarters. Dwan thanked Byron for the reassurance. Byron adds that the hidden bed should be clean later, as he wants to get back to relaxing on it while drinking rum. Dwan then received a request from Lion to come to the armory. Byron notices and gets back to work, as Dwan left the bar for the armory.
On the platform just outside the bar, the police began to arrive to investigate the commotion. As Yanim and her cohorts met the officers, Rask and Virin continued to follow Yanim's lead. "Gentlemen," she said to them, "we may be outside of our jurisdiction, but we were in hot pursuit of this rogue agent." She pulled Damya's ID card out of her pocket and handed it over. "I'm Lieutenant Damya Sidikan, and this is Lieutenant Rask Vor'Pangn and Sargent Major Virin Rozel." They looked at the photo on the ID card and were convinced that Yanim was the owner, which was further backed up by Rask and Virin's IDs. Running Arkadam's name through the UGC criminal database confirmed that the Collective had registered him as a fugitive just hours earlier.
Within minutes, they were released to return to their ship.
(So i guess my help wasn't needed after all)
[Yes? Otherwise Lion wouldn't call for him & the others.]
Once they had boarded the Belladonna, Rask and Virin threw Shenkada onto the floor and angrily approached Yanim instead. Rask raised his hand as if to strike her but Virin grabbed his arm. The two exchanged conflicted looks. "[So who the fuck is this guy anyway!?]" Rask yelled.
"[He's from the second bureau,]" Yanim answered, "[Vorokar told me. This scumbag made me his mark, made me say things I shouldn't have said... I let him into my hotel room and now State Security thinks I'm some kind of whore!]"
"[You don't know who I am?]" Shenkada squirmed, unsure of whether he would be allowed to stand up or if it would be better to stay on the floor.
"[Shut up!]" Yanim kicked him hard in the chest, flooring him. "[You fucker! Do you know what they did to me!? They broke my ribs and blew a hole in my stomach! I'd be dead if I didn't have a liter of fucking synthblood in me.]" Smoke rose from the floor as Yanim's tail practically burrowed into it. Shenkada looked up at her with panic in his eyes.
"[I- I'm sorry!]" He cried out.
Yanim pulled her VRI out of its holster and centered it on his forehead. Through clenched teeth she cursed him one last time, "[What good are you to anyone, you vile little piece of shit?]" As she squeezed the trigger, Virin seized on her arm and the shot narrowly missed, the burst of plasma deflecting against the floor of the main tunnel.
"[Yanim, what the fuck!?]" Virin swore as he got between them. "[We almost got arrested hauling his stupid ass onto this ship and you're just going to kill him? What does that accomplish, huh? A bunch of stupid shit is what that is.]"
"[He's cleaner than us,]" Rask added, equally infuriated. "[What's this really about, [I]boss?[/I] This isn't about Hanza. It's something else, isn't it?]"
"[What are you getting at?]" Yanim demanded, tears streaming from her eyes. She knew exactly what Rask meant. Before Hanza, she had planned to meet with her newfound friend again, sometime after she had finished her job aboard the Archius. She thought he was good-hearted and playful, and that he might even have feelings for her. They had been in each other's arms, albeit far from intentional when they began their trip, but deep down Yanim had prized that moment far more than the fleeting narcotic high they experienced together. The intimacy of his company and the poison of his betrayal infuriated her more than any damage inflicted by the blackjackets.
Neasha appeared from the cargo compartment in shock after hearing the confrontation. "Gods!" She exclaimed, scowling at the sight of another kanad on her ship. The blade at the tip of Yanim's tail faded to black as the pilot berated her. "Take your fight somewhere else. I'm not cleaning blood out of this tunnel."
Yanim pulled back her goggles and dried her eyes on her sleeve. "Please put him in the brig," she finally said. Rask helped Shen back onto his feet and led him through the halls into the security area at the rear of the ship, where he would stay and explain how and why the three kanads were working together. Virin shook his head and walked off to the crew quarters, leaving Yanim and Neasha alone together.
"Did... you plan on meeting someone here?" she asked.
"No, it was an accident," Yanim answered, "but I wanted to kill him. It was personal."
"Ah..." Neasha walked over and sat on the floor with her back to the wall. "That was scary," she said, tiredly.
"Sorry," Yanim replied, insincerely.
"We're just about ready to get out of here."
"Good," the kanad replied. "I'm already sick of this place. It's so nice here. I wanted to live in a place like this someday, but it's just too good now." Neasha looked at her, perplexed. "I mean that I don't feel like I can settle down anymore. Everywhere I go, horrible things happen. I'd just fuck it up for everyone else."
Neasha wasn't particularly sympathetic, but she at least understood what Yanim was getting at. Deep down, she hoped that if whatever horrible impulses that were driving the kanad's violent actions were removed, that Yanim would finally depart and release her and her ship. For a while they talked and grew to know each other more personally. Neasha had been a member of a four-person crew for the Belladonna's maiden voyage, but they had been accidentally infected by a bacterial strain found in the cargo. Two died within days, but the others became sick and deranged. Neasha eventually shot and killed her copilot out of paranoia, a death which carried no charge due to her impaired ability to reason.
With all the money from the mission, plus the compensations and settlements paid for the infection itself, Neasha financed the ship and later paid it off by flying missions solo. She never recruited anyone else out of fear of living through a similar nightmare. She turned to smuggling out of greed, seeking to retire as early as possible, yet most of her money was used to upgrade the ship's engines. Life was unhappy even before Yanim arrived.
"Is there anyone else you wanted to bring along with us?" Neasha asked, nearly nodding off as the morning hours dragged on.
"Yeah," Yanim replied, equally tired. "I know a good doctor. She's not here on Terra; I'll have to contact her, but she should be available."
[QUOTE=liberalllama;48570956](So i guess my help wasn't needed after all)[/QUOTE]
[oh, so were in the hangar? your last post was a bit unclear on where pippin was and who he was talking to]
(Sorry, I was in the hangar talkng to you becuase you need my help.)
[I'm gonna get right to it, saddly I might be a bit absent from the RP for a while cause I just moved to sweden to study, so I'm mostly pouring my time into setting up shop and all that.
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