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| Becker | Mar 23 2013, 03:17 PM Post #21 |
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First Mate
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Glory Mike's attention visibly stirred as it came time for Cole to be removed from Glory. As the body passed by him, he was very faintly shaking his head and his lips parted for a second sharing a small word. The volume of the word however was far from audible. Becker conceded to Dugan's leave with a nod and took command of the ship again. There were a few other happenings he allowed to take place without his input; He expected the injured man recovered from Horizon to be taken in for care and he also expected Khei to take advantage of the superior medical care if she was in her right mind. That left himself, Trina, Dom and Anders unless one of the three insisted on boarding. Out of those left, Mike found cause for interaction and approached Anders. "We haven't really met." A hand was put out for the new crewmember. "Michael Becker." His face wasn't giving away any impression of how he felt. Unless you considered emptyness a feeling. Once a grip had been taken and eyes had been locked, Becker added to his opening. "If you hurt anyone on this ship. I'm going to kill you." The XO's sincerity could not be doubted. |
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| Balketh | Mar 23 2013, 04:39 PM Post #22 |
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Requiem for a Hawke
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For once, on awakening in a strange and foreign place, Hawke remained in dead silence. His paralysis was more of a torture than his incapacitation. The urge to rip and tear at his containment cell, break his way free, and kill every one in sight. They wouldn't have him again. They wouldn't keep this life. Despite his body-wide numbness, amber eyes glared out from the chamber, a caged monster of unfathomable terror, something that might even make a Reaver pause; something the black depths of space and the black depths of a man's mind could only conjure up. His restraints rattled ever so slightly. Despite his paralysis... He shook. With anger. So much anger. |
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| loneviking | Mar 23 2013, 10:59 PM Post #23 |
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Master of Disaster
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Cole was carted out of Glory by the Medics. A white sheet was draped over his body with blood staining the middle of the sheet from his torso wound. They left the area and proceeded down a long hallway. Additional Medics entered Glory with a wheelchair and gestured for Khei to have a seat. A secondary strecher was brought inside and Tristan's unconscious body was placed on it and moved down another hallway to the infirmary. The ship was a maze to those who didn't know the layout. Hawke laid cold and naked in the plastic trap. The lid to the cage was closed on him and seemed unbreakable. Every few seconds there was a hissing sound as oxygen would pump into the cage. It was a tight space, causing him to remain in a prone position. The room itself was unknown to Hawke as he had been laying in darkness. A group of scientists outside of the room observed him over the security feed. An older scientist with a white beard began to speak to his colleagues. "Remarkable. His body is resilient even from the damage he has received. The blood samples and body scans should provide to us necessary data to improve the affects of our formula and prevent the hallucinations and psychological defects that he is experiencing. Ladies and Gentleman that would give us a truly controlled, super soldier." "Now we need to conduct a physical test on this subject to examine his combat prowess under stress." A bright spot light blinded Hawke as it hovered over him, partially providing light to the area. The room was a medium sized space and the walls were reinforced with steel. There appeared to be one exit. A heavy titanium door that was controlled electronically with magnetic locks. Hawke could hear the sounds of an animal thrashing above him. It was growling and slamming itself against metal. The lid to Hawke's cage lifted open and his restraints were released as his senses went into overdrive. A trap door above him opened as a large creature fell to the ground. It slowly walked toward the spotlight and then roared loudly. It was no longer Human. It's skin was mutiliated and it's teeth and nails were sharp like daggers. For some reason he recognized what this was. Seeing this creature jolted his memory. He remembered a Pirate ship being out in deep space and being boarded. Reaver. Coming back to reality Hawke realized this was life or death. His mechanical arm was jagged and sharp due to the way it snapped off, providing a make shift weapon. |
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| biffcalhoon | Mar 24 2013, 01:01 AM Post #24 |
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Private
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As Biff sat back down to think he saw Remy peek out from the cell across from him. He winked and sat down to meditate. He needed clarity and awareness. This was going to be a tricky situation to get out of. He sat down and closed his eyes. Focusing on his breath as it flowed into his nostrils and exited his lips. The moment....awareness of this very moment.....then it's gone and the next moment comes. He sat in meditation for the next few minutes. |
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| Andrew | Mar 24 2013, 03:36 AM Post #25 |
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Anders had finished with Khei's leg in the thirty minutes he was confident in the job, he had some experience with gun shots but dealing with the girl had left him uneasy, She don't like you chief none of the do, and why should they? He tried to ignore all the sharp looks that he was getting and just stood near Tristan's table. He decided that he should probably feel worse about Cole's death but honestly he hadn't know the man and even with that he'd gone out of the way to try and save the man. He found himself slightly more upset when they removed Tristan's comatose form, again he didn't know he man but after carrying him through two different ships he felt some kinship with the man even though they'd never actually spoken."Good luck my friend." he said as they switched him to a mobile table.
Ander's got an odd feeling but took the man's hand anyway, "No I dont think we have," he gave the man a firm grip, the kind that had turned wrenches and carried weapons for a dozen years, "Anders." he didn't bother with a last name, had Ian not repeatedly used his real first name he probably wouldn't have given it either.
Anders kept the grip and the eye contact, as Becker spoke though a smile broke out under Anders broad mustache, he'd never been particularly susceptible to intimidation, even when he could see where this guy was coming from, he was the XO of a ship that had just lost a man and had another injured, but it'd been a bad day for everyone and Anders wasn't going to be cowed by some harsh words. "I'm sure you're a hard man boss and I'm sure you'd try, but I don't have any intention of hurting any of these folks," the smile faded a bit, his voice coming a little harsher, "And I'd point out that since I put boots to steel on this bird I'd gone out of my way to help everyone I could," his grip tightened a bit his smile completely gone now, "I lost two men I liked today, two men I called friends, one of which bleed to death in my arms and I was still right there trying my damnedest to keep your friends heart going so you can take your threatening words boss, you can take them and get bent." |
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| Trina | Mar 24 2013, 10:09 AM Post #26 |
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Queen of the Lost Chapters
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Glory From where she sat, Trina could hear every word exchanged between Mike and Anders. While she wasn't keen on Anders, though her reasons weren't exactly stemming from the recent take over attempt, she couldn't see that now was the time or place for the posturing. Her hands reached up to rub her face as she inhaled deeply and then exhaled. Standing up slowly, she turned to look at the two men. "Gentlemen..." She waited until they both looked her way. "Please... stop with the posturing. At least in here. There's been enough negativity in MY med bay today to last for several days and I don't really need anymore." The professional in her took over, keeping her voice calm and steady and keeping any hint of frustration from her tone. Trina took another deep breath and let it out slowly as her pale eyes went from one man to the other. She turned away from the men and began to look at the state of the med bay. Her hands went to her hips as she realized just what a clean up job lay ahead of her. "You know, Anders, my initial reaction wasn't because of the attempted take over. When you left the clinic on Santo, some medications went missing. Medications that I needed desperately when the next ship came in. I lost six because I didn't have it." Her back stayed to the two men for several seconds. Reaching up, she again rubbed her face, though only with one hand this time. "It wasn't pretty. They died far slower than someone would bleeding to death. Infection. Slow and painful." Now she turned back around. "There was nothing I could do for them. Just like there never really was much I could do for Cole. Not with a hole that big and most of his stomach gone." Going quiet again, she looked to Mike wondering how he'd take the confession that despite all she'd done, she had been fighting a losing battle from the beginning and had known the whole time. Her eyes went back to Anders. "My gut says not to trust you, Anders, but I know you helped. And if Ian says you're good," Her gaze again shifted to Mike. "Like Ian says I am', then that is enough." With that, Trina turned and picked up her medical bag from where it had been kicked off to one side of the room. From it, she pulled a band to tie back her hair and then set the bag on the counter. For now, she was done talking. It was time to clean up. |
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| loneviking | Mar 24 2013, 10:43 AM Post #27 |
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Master of Disaster
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An engineering team began to perform exterior repairs on Glory and began the process of refueling. It was strange how hospitable the Alliance was being. A rather attractive woman in an Officer's uniform walked up the ramp to Glory and made a general announcement to the crew. "Good evening everyone. I am Lt. Gerra. We wish to afford you accommodations, a hot meal and a hot shower while you are docked here." MEANWHILE.... Ian rode the elevator upwards with the Sergeant as they entered a conference style room with a round table and chairs. "Debriefing will be soon sir." The Sergeant gestured for Ian to have a seat. MEANWHILE DEUX... The prisoners in the Detention Block were made to feel isolated and alone. A small slot opened up in each cell as a cart wheeled past and slid a tray of cold mashed potatoes and some kind of meat with a small carton of expired milk. The cart slowly wheeled it's way out of the block as a door slammed shut and locked. Sonya could hear voices coming from a ventilation shaft on the floor. She overheard pieces of conversation about all the Prisoners they just took in aboard the ship and how they were to all be shipped off to a penal colony in the next few hours once information was extracted. Edited by loneviking, Mar 24 2013, 12:38 PM.
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| Becker | Mar 24 2013, 11:29 AM Post #28 |
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Glory When met with the confrontational tone, Becker's eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowing along with them. As he heard protest with reference to Ander's aid, Mike shook his head subtly, turning it roughly an inch each way with little haste. He allowed his hand to be squeezed, but maintained his firm lock of eye-lines. Something was running through his mind, but there was little indication of what it was leading to. If more words were coming, Michael was uncharacteristically taking great consideration in what he would share. The doctor snapped Mike out of it, his head falling downward at the sound of her voice before climbing back up to face her. He was putting nothing into his handgrip, simply waiting for the hold to be relinquished by the other. As Trina accused him of posturing, his eyes began to wander, but laid focus on nothing important. They trailed back to Trina as she discussed her loss of patients. The subject then went around to Anders, and the XO turned his gaze back over to the man in question. "You have your chance." Becker's stare was still hard, but no more so-called 'threats' were added. He was further comfortable to leave the conversation when it became apparent their attention was wanted by an Alliance officer. Mike moved to find the officer's presence, and once he reached it he was briefly taken by her attractiveness. He stopped and widened his eyes for a second upon sighting her, before his current state caught up with him. He swallowed spit before sharing his piece with the officer, "I'll be staying with the ship." |
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| loneviking | Mar 24 2013, 11:35 AM Post #29 |
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Master of Disaster
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The red headed woman led TK and Slade down a long well lit hallway towards an elevator. They boarded the elevator and made their way up several floors. The elevator stopped and the doors slide open. The red headed woman escorted them into a conference room where Ian was already waiting. "The Lieutenant Commander will be here shortly." She exited the room leaving them alone with Ian Dugan, Captain of the Glory. "What is this." TK grunted as he kept his hand near his sidearm, giving Slade a somethings not right look.
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| Balketh | Mar 24 2013, 02:49 PM Post #30 |
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Requiem for a Hawke
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There were strange feelings all over the massive IAV Ziggurat - the crew of the Glory and the bounty hunters were being treated like valued guests. The prisoners, like wanton killers finally captured, awaiting their punishment in semi-solitary confinement. Regardless of where you were, there was some peace aboard the Ziggurat. Tobias knew none of that peace. As soon as his restraints popped, he rolled out of the containment cell and into the floor. He knew this was going to be quick, and it was going to be bloody. A disgusting thing in the pit of this gut made itself known to him. I've done this before. He waited, three limbs on the floor, as much a crouched animal as the reaver across the room from him. His muscled coiled and tensed, adrenalin surged through him like venom, and his mechanical wreck of a limb gave a few soft clicks and hisses. He knew the monster from deep space would make the first move - they weren't dumb, for some reason this he knew; they were simply... Too angry to think. Whatever happened... It would be quick. It would be bloody. As soon as the man before him even shifted a leg, Tobias sprung. His arm hissed and a great click sounded above the melee. Lunging forward, Hawke gripped the jagged end of his arm and tore it away from his body, the thick metal ball joint and shoulder coming free with ease. In the one motion, he swung the arm like a club, straight for the reaver's head. He was as a Neanderthal; buck naked, nothing but muscle and a will to survive, fighting a saber tooth for food and territory. In this case, however, it wasn't food and territory, but simply the sick testing of some on-high Alliance monster, no better than the creature before him. People that lit a terrible burning rage inside Tobias. Edited by Balketh, Mar 24 2013, 02:53 PM.
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| loneviking | Mar 24 2013, 03:14 PM Post #31 |
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Master of Disaster
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It happened in a flash. The reavers claw like hand tore into his shoulder and then dropped to it's knees as it hissed and roared in agony. Hawke was covered in blood as his jagged arm split the reavers head in two. The limp body of the reaver then collapsed to the ground, spraying blood everywhere as it fell away from his weapon. A pool of blood began to form at his feet. The scientists looked at each other in amazement. The bearded scientist turned to his colleagues. "Perhaps we have further use for him then I thought.. Send in Security. We are going to put him in Cryo-Sleep and prep him for transport." A booming voice came over the intercom from the bearded scientist. "Tobias. Hawke. This is Doctor Grimm. I will tell you everything you want to know as I have been your case manager since the beginning. You need to cooperate however. Please drop your weapon and lay on your stomach." The heavy steel door opened, flooding bright light into the room. 8 Security Officer's entered with full body armor and electro-batons. The batons sparked with electricity as they entered the room. |
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| Devil Tongue | Mar 24 2013, 04:46 PM Post #32 |
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Slade enjoyed the view as the woman left, then turned his attention to the rest of the room. It was big enough to hold a decent group, but right now there was only one other. Jackson smiled at the stranger and tipped his hat his eyes gauging the figure silently. His attention was removed from the fellow when TK spoke, and the sniper caught his partner's look. He then reassessed the room, looking for cover in case it was needed; nothing presented itself. Table, chairs, typical layout for a room like this. If this were indeed a trap, it would take little to turn this room into a killing floor against the hunters. |
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| Tojoyama | Mar 24 2013, 05:49 PM Post #33 |
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Sonya Gulliver couldn't quite stand upright, which didn't matter much. Her hands were on her thighs, half bent over, long deep breathes. She'd been on the floor a moment, and climbed to her feet out of instinct and stubborness to quit. Her exit from the vertical access shaft had led to a horizontal one. Of which she felt was much improvement. Sonya could hear voices coming from a ventilation shaft on the floor. She overheard pieces of conversation about all the Prisoners they just took in aboard the ship and how they were to all be shipped off to a penal colony in the next few hours once information was extracted. 'great' so this wasn't a hospital. Or a hospital ship. Prison. Or transport, or something. Which more or less matched the last clear thought she had. Which less rather than more was mixing in with the meds and the exhaustion. So it was just like she thought, or remembered that she had thought; since she hadn't. But hindsight has a way of making making one think they had things better figured than they did. That and quality medication. This wasn't her business, these prisoners. She just wanted a clear head, some rest, a glass of water and get home. The idea of another adventure was well kicked off the side of the path. Not something for which she needed to be getting involved. Right. She crouched down on the floor, careful not to lay down (she might not feel like getting up); and listened. Edited by Tojoyama, Mar 24 2013, 05:50 PM.
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| Balketh | Mar 25 2013, 12:58 AM Post #34 |
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Requiem for a Hawke
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Tobias was briefly lost in watching the pool of blood spill from the reaver's head. He hadn't known their wounds to be infectious, so the damage to his flesh-and-blood shoulder was, to him, superficial. A voice broke over some hidden speaker, and Tobias skittered back a few paces. His hair was matted to his head from sweat, and as his head whipped around it flicked droplets in every direction. The door opened before him, and men filed into the room. He growled, and slowly stood up, all six foot five of naked, muscular rage. "Information ain't good enough any more, 'Grimm'; that bargainin' chip set sail a few days ago. I want freedom. And I'll bleed this entire cruiser dry to get it." Casually, he tossed his jagged stub of an upper arm into the air, and expertly caught the ball joint of the shoulder with a loud 'smack'. He began to spin the razor-edged arm like a tonfa, rolling his head to either side with sickening cracks. "Thanks for identifying yourself, though. Appreciate it. It'll help me find you when I get out of here..." For an instant, the animal of a man's gaze flicked to the security orbs watching, and on the other side, a piercing gaze met Grimm's, wherever he was. He waited for the men to make the first move - again. The torn metal ends of the arm made a soft whistling sound as he spun it in his remaining hand. Everything about his posture suggested unnerving calm, but he was ready - he was naked, sure, but he was ready. No one to tranq dart me this time, boys... Come and get it. |
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| loneviking | Mar 25 2013, 06:11 AM Post #35 |
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Master of Disaster
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Sonya Sonya listened more carefully to the conversation, it seemed to be two members of the ships security. "What do you make about that missing Prisoner?" "They will find her eventually. Got a squad looking for her. High priority. Apparently she was a crew of that Terrorist ship, Red Dawn. The ones that stole a large supply of medicine for Core Hospitals. Yeah they have the Captain of that ship locked up here, awaiting execution. They have been extracting information from him for a while." "You don't say?" "Yep. Bonafide Terrorist leader. They were also involved with the other terrorists, Tobias Hawke and Biff Calhoun. All of which we have on board right now." "Amazing" The conversation slowly faded as a door could be heard shutting below. Docking Bay - Glory The Lieutenant walked over to Michael and smiled seductively. Mr. Becker, I insist." She gestured to him and the rest of the crew to step off the ship. "The Commander would like to all of you to join him for dinner. He likes to know his guests aboard the ship." Beserker Tobias Doctor Grimm was taken aback by Hawke's comments. He was obviously rattled. Security moved in all at once with their electro-batons ready. Sparks lit up the room, causing interference on the cameras. WHAM! THUD! CRACK! SLICE! SHOCK! There were screams of pain and then silence. Once the cameras were restored, bodies were scattered on the floor, blood covering the walls and pooling everywhere. Tobias sprinted down the long white hallway, his bloody foot prints following him. He came to a maintenance closet that would contain overalls, brooms, mops and hats. |
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| browncoat _pinky | Mar 25 2013, 07:24 AM Post #36 |
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Jenna sat on the floor of her cell. She looked at the food and poked it with a finger knowing that she should eat something but not trusting the food in front of her. After a while she stood up and moved towards the bed instead of sitting on it she slowly crawled under it feeling a lot safer in the small place. She looked towards the door and wondered what was going to happen next. Were they going to get split up or were they going to wind up sitting in this place forever? Jenna's mind then started going at a million miles a hour thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong. She closed her eyes and suddenly tears began to roll down her cheeks. Not knowing what was going to happen was the one thing that was scaring her the most. |
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| MacTrom | Mar 25 2013, 08:13 AM Post #37 |
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Harbormaster
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Karyn stopped just short of the conference room door and took a moment to adjust her tunic, straightening her collar and settling her belt, ensuring her sidearm was holstered snug. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, settling her nerves. On top of losing a prisoner, and now babysitting a group of bounty hunters. What did I do wrong so long ago? She entered the room and took a moment to scan the room, letting the details burn into her mind. Then she let a smile break her continence, in the hopes that it would give a bit of assurance to the gathering. "Greetings. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Wychovski. I'm Chief of Security and here to debrief you. " She took out her PDA and scrolled over the past few messages. " Ian Dugan, you're the Glory's captain, correct?" |
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| Ahroro_Deltori | Mar 25 2013, 10:28 AM Post #38 |
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Silas looked at the plate of food with disgust. There wasn't an inch of it that looked edible. He leaned in to read the print on the carton. "Expired..." he mumbled as he picked the meat up with two fingers. He tested to see how hard it was. Then it dawned on him. He moved everything off the tray and smeared the mashed potatoes. Then he proceeded to tear strips off of the meat. Carefully he spelled a message. -resist?- |
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Sail the Sky~With all my fears, and sorrows close. I'm hanging on, just hanging on.~~I wish that you were with me, to sail the sky Serenity.~~Then take me high, or take me low, then to the end where I may go.~~If I can stand then I shall pass. Pass beyond this night of black, pass beyond this night of black.~ | |
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| Khei | Mar 25 2013, 01:11 PM Post #39 |
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Khei hadn't been thrilled, to say the least, about Anders seeing to the bullet wound but she coped as best she could. She had to admit he knew what he was doing.. Far as she could tell anyway. As much as she disliked Anders, she was even less thrilled about the idea of being aboard an Alliance ship. She wasn't exactly on the law's best side. When they came with the wheelchair, she was visibly flustered with the idea of being wheeled around like a cripple even if she wasn't far off from one at the moment. Swallowing her pride, Khei seated herself in the chair and hoped for the best. |
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| Becker | Mar 25 2013, 01:46 PM Post #40 |
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Glory Mike took his breath before returning a response. "I'm not trying to... offend." The last word was carefully chosen but came with a hint of uncertainty. "But I have to stay." Mike gave no opportunity for rebuttal on this occasion, and turned to take some steps before finding a sudden stop from his retreat. "The others might be more keen." After sharing the thought he carried on and made his way back to the med-bay where Trina had stayed. "We've been offered food and other wants by the Alliance." As if expecting protest he followed with more promptly. "And one of us has said that a good meal is what she needs to recover." The gender of his quote indicated one person. "That's open to you too." Michael offered to Anders with a drifting glance that washed over him briefly. No reason came in the proposal's company. |
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