Varn got out of the truck. "Thanks for the help Sledge." He made his way past Lion "Ill help with the head after I update the threats to the ship." He made his way to the archives. Once there he plugged in his electronic card and opened the file containing the the list of threats. To his surprise he saw the Golden wave there. "Have to check out why. Last edit by Dwan. Did the Gold dusts send him a threat after the bug hunt?" Varn wondered for a couple of minutes before he tipped in his own entry.
(Sasha Merner. Female human and high ranking officer in the Alpha sisters mercenary group. She is surrounded by at least 5 other sisters acting as her guard. She is still formidable in battle and will use civilians as human shields, if she sees the need to do it. Her sadistic nature helped her advance as one of the lead interrogators in the Alpha sisters. Because of the mercenary code, introduced 10 years ago, mercenaries cant attack and kill crews with another mercenary in it, unless a contract is issued. Still highly dangerous.)
After finishing the entry, Varn hurried down to the hangar.
[B]The Feeblian wakes up and spots green blood everywhere including his glasses.[/B] "Ahhh, I'm dying. There is blood all over my glasses. I can't see well. Who would do this to me?"
The queens head fell to the floor with a loud thump. Lion looked at the green little fellow next to the truck and laughed.
"Easy there tough guy, it's not your blood."
The group of small drones began vaporizing the blood, first from the floor before moving on to the saw, Lion and Squish.
Lion loaded up the saw and transformed one of his hands into a particle beam. As he began using it on the head, all that wasn't bone began dissolving.
Iska stuck her head out of the truck. "Iska will bring truck back, take detour at market to buy thibgs and see Bubal" she shouted to Lion who wad toiling away at the queens head. She did a u-turn on the dock and rolled away.
[QUOTE=Sparkeagle;47538346][B]The Feeblian wakes up and spots green blood everywhere including his glasses.[/B] "Ahhh, I'm dying. There is blood all over my glasses. I can't see well. Who would do this to me?"[/QUOTE]
"Oh shit," Sledge lamented. It had been like twelve seconds and already the Feeblian was fatally wounded. "It wasn't me, I swear!" he shouted over his shoulder. "I've been over here the whole time!" Sledge had moved to the opposite corner of the room after arrival.
Suddenly though, he heard Iska shouting and the truck starting up again. Sledge turned around just in time to see it pull away, complete with Sledge's jacket still attached to the back bumper.
Dammit.
"Mein Gott." Joseph collapsed in relieve as he heard the beep. His gloves and work coat were covered in Sanghvi blood and other substances of unknown origins.
"Arthur..." Joseph said to the comm. "Operation...successful. Phew." Joseph said as he wiped the sweat off his head.
[B]The Feeblian was confused as the truck started speeding away from the ship. He began looking at the driver in question.[/B] "Where am I going now? Don't tell me this is initiation. I don't do well at parties and gatherings. I get claustrophobic and start hyperventilating."
Iska laughed. "Don't worry little friend, Iska will only go buy equipment and meet with clansman. After we will go back to ship and you talk to captain about job, yes?" she said while givibg the feeblian a friendly smile.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;47533646][We can pick you up on the way back to the ship if you like][/QUOTE]
[Sounds good, Know I'm a bit late though :V]
[B]The Feeblian looks relieved to know that it wasn't an initiation.[/B] "I just hope there is no yelling. I tend to seize up when being yelled at."
Iska stopped outside a shop and went in to buy some new threads that she had had her eyes on for some time. It was an old terran design, [url=http://h10.abload.de/img/15ooo.jpg]gorka uniform with the battlebelt[/url] to replace her aged backpouch. There was one left in her size but without the helmet, this however didn't bother her since she disliked headwear. She then returned the truck to the terminal and began walking towards the cantina. She gestured towards the ship for the feeblian; "Ship is that way, go speak to captain Spacehawk." she then went on her way to give Bubal his payment.
"Alright, threat is marked in the archives and I should get a warning if we ever deal with the Alpha Sisters." Varn said as he walked over to Lion. "Sorry about that. Usually I don't leave loose ends, but this just crept up on me."- He looked at the dissolving body-"Should you need any help with this just call me, I will go about my duties on the ship"
[OMFG, how did I not know about this earlier.
Im SO joining.]
Name: John Riker
Picture(optional):
[t]http://i.imgur.com/39bfx48.png[/t]
Date Of Birth: 75 years ago, December 5, 11:55 PM
Crew Profession: Chief Atmospheric Technician - Deals with all atmospheric systems, including but not limited to scrubbers, ventilation, hull breaches, airborne toxins, and all computer equipment related to atmospheric functions.
Race: Human, Partially Augmented
Biography: John Riker had many life goals. Ever since he was a little boy, he had always been fascinated by electronics- So fascinated, in fact, that he went to college for computer engineering technology. Unfortunately, he was unlucky enough to be shot in the head, twice, during an armed robbery. He remained in cryogenic storage for 6 and a half years, until he was subject to experimental cyber-augmentation technology which restored his brain functionality. With a lack of experience in the field, and having not completed his degree, he remained unemployed until he was recruited by a black market ship. John studied under the Chief Atmospheric Technician, learning much in the way of atmospheric systems. Even though the pay was good, the job was dirty; Three years after john had been recruited, the Chief Atmospheric Technician was killed during (ironically) an atmospheric leak. Being the most qualified, John stepped up. And so he remained the Chief Atmospheric Technician, for ten years. That is, until the ship exploded after a highly explosive payload made its way into the engine room on 150 pounds of missile. Luckily, John was servicing the escape pod ventilation system, and was the first, and last one off the ship.
Who knows how long has passed since then, while John has remained frozen in his pod, floating in deep space. Perhaps a stray ship might find him.. perhaps not.
[B]Squish heads inside the yacht shaped ship and tried to circumnavigate its corridors. After several hours, Squish didn't think he would ever find this Captain Spacehawk.[/B] Will Squish find the Captain? Will he get hired? Find out next time when Squish learns how to read directions.
[Not sure how to go about doing an action thing.]
On hearing the news from Joseph that Viper had made it, Arthur let out a big sigh, and smiled.
"Thank the gods. I'm glad I put him in your capable hands, my friend! Give him a bed and make sure he's conscious, then take a rest. I'm sure you need it. I'll check up on him later." Arthur replied to Joseph, as he walked through the ship to the bridge. He clicked off his comms, intending to find the captain to discuss some things.
After an hour or two of work in the archives, Yanim had finally executed the proper steps to format and install the desired drone software onto logic card in a way conducive to simulating a droid while no systems were attached. She could now return to engineering and begin programming the operating system to understand what sort of device it was actually meant to simulate. As she walked through the corridors she checked the general notifications list and learned that Viper had just survived some sort of critical surgery. Yanim hadn't actually been aware of the severity of the security leader's injuries.
With a sigh of relief, she decided to take a momentary break and get a drink at the bar.
[Should I do a time skip to Termina Central once everyone is ready to leave Rigel? Agree or disagree.]
[I need to talk to the captain first.]
By the time he noticed Yanim enter the bar, Dwan had finished half of his book on Caldury. He puts the book under the counter as she seated herself. "Hey there Yanim. What would you like?", he asked her.
Jeb exited the bar, he had been there entirely too long and didn't have a chance to speak to anyone except for Dwan. "It isn't good for the ship's morale specialist to be this shy" he noted to himself as he exited the room
Once Yanim was seated it occurred to her that she didn't really have any drink in mind; she just felt like having a conversation. Unfortunately, with the departure of the stranger who had been sitting at the bar before her arrival there was no one else aside from the bartender, who, while nice, was already a familiar face. She had hoped to meet someone new.
"Rum and coke, tall, thank you," she replied, going with the safe option. "That was a paper book, no? I haven't seen many in space. Most things digital."
Dwan pours her a tall rum and coke. Giving it to her, he responded to her question. "Yes, that was a paper book. I'm the kind of guy who likes the classics.", he answers, having a chuckle.
As the Viper awoken several hours after the operation, shocked to see that the Sanghvi hadn't fallen into the deep void but instead was still within the hull of the Archius XI and with the living. Viper felt that the Sanghvi's luck didn't run out yet, Overjoyed to still be alive. Only to be dragged down to hash reality as the Sanghvi tired to get out of stretcher, only to be again reminded that the Sanghvi's shell was damaged and was missing it's legs and upper right talon. Having it's cracks filled a med paste to stop any foreign bacteria from coming within the inter body. Falling upon the cool floor of a sterile empty room.
"Unsurprising," Yanim remarked. After a few sips of her drink, she brought up something she had nearly forgotten about. "Just returning from archive room, I saw a few in there with a word I've never seen. 'Cal-duur-ee.' Same as yours, what does it mean? Forgot to look up the definition."
Iska had returned from the cantina after a few glasses with Bubal. Feeling like taking a few more in the ships bar she stoved Jorvu in her room and wobbled over to the bar.
She went over to the bar and sat down next to Yanim.
"Bloodmoon strong and shot Orlok" she said, branding a small smile and slightly tipsy.
"Haha, Caldury. It is the science of caldiur. Caldiur is the scientific term for what we call 'magic'.", Dwan told Yanim. "It's a caldic hobby.", he says with a smile.
Iska pops out of nowhere. "Bloodmoon strong and shot Orlok" she said, branding a small smile and slightly tipsy. Dwan does just that and gives her a glass of it.
Sledge had spied Greenman searching the halls and softly calling out for the Captain. He was relieved that he hadn't actually died on the ride home but still didn't want to get close and jinx it.
Instead he decided to head to the bar for some well-deserved R&R. On his way in, he spied a new face coming out. An older gentleman who seemed like a touchy-feely type. Sledge took the opportunity to introduce himself.
"I AM SLEDGE AND THIS IS MY HAMMER. SAY HELLO."
Iska took the shot and held the empty shotglass infront of her and let out a satisfied sigh. She then lookef over to what Yanim was studying and narrowed her eyes. "Paper book, unusual. What about?" she asked, looking at Yanim with a puzzled expression.
Varn decided to go take care of his other duties after some rest. He went to the armory and saw the document with the information Collin had gathered. "Looks like he did a good job." He made his way to the bar with the document in hand. Once there he sat down next to Iska and Yanim. "Dwan, I'm cashing in that free drink. Give me some vodka on the rocks. "
Dwan was getting nervous and excited that people are interested in his book. He explains Iska what caldury and caldiur is.
He saw Varn get in. "Dwan, I'm cashing in that free drink. Give me some vodka on the rocks.", he tells him. Dwan pours him some some vodka on the rocks and hands it over.
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