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Yama nodded while Kevin spoke, absorbing the information, but shook his head when the pack was proffered. He did not put anything in his body that was not necessary to survival. To do so would be to profane his holy form.

Yama resumed running through his files. Without glancing up, he asked, "Do you have any ideas as to where I should start?"

"How long do we expect this job to take? Yama asked. "A heist like this has to be done quick, or we'll never make it away clean."

Yama nodded, satisfied. Guards and police deaths were one thing. Innocent civilian deaths were another.

Yama scanned the files in his folder which detailed his assignments. He was to gather more intelligence on the bank, the people who worked there, and the vault itself. His specialty. He knew how to manipulate people. to coax details out of them., using a variety of methods ranging from seduction...

Yama rode up to the garage and propped his bike against a wall. No need to lock it up. This place didn't see much foot traffic, and it was unlikely that anyone would steal it, looking as it did like it belonged in a dump. Seeing the others already at the table, he wordlessly took his seat.

Yama sat on the cold tile floor of his sparsely furnished flat. He owned very little, only the basic necessities. But he preferred it that way. Worldly possessions held no appeal for him. He made no movement, aside from his slow and measured breathing. With this meditation, he offered up praise...

With Yama, I want to try playing lawful neutral in a different sort of way. Because he has no empathy, he has no morality based on other people. He chooses his actions based on what he deems righteous. He strives for balance more than anything. For instance, he would not flinch at killing...

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Where did everybody go?

Grigory's accented voice squawked through their com devices. "Captain, engineering team, you are back inside, yes? When you are available, please come to the triage center. I want to give Dusk a medical examination, but I want you to check his computer systems first. We have to find out why he...

Grigory, made very uncomfortable by this display of emotion, maintained his bedside manner. "All the more reason to get you fixed up as soon as possible. And, for what it's worth, I do hope you see your friend again. Of course, for that to happen, we would need to get of of this wreck. I'm...

Grigory led Dusk to the triage station. It was highly unfortunate that there was no actual medbay on deck 9. The main medbay had been destroyed by the impact. There were medical supply dispensers on the walls of every deck, but those were meant for treating minor work-related injuries, not a...

How many people were originally on the Ferrum? How many are left? Asking to see how many corpses/survivors to report.

Hearing this chatter on his own comms device, Grigory went to the bridge corridors to meet Dusk. He was the only one to do so. He addressed the mysterious metallic man. "Speaking as ship's doctor, I am concerned. You reported some very alarming things, which led some of our most important...

If that doesn't, certainly corpse cleanup detail will do it.

Grigory and his motley crew of helpers had gathered all of the supplies they could find. Resting now, his mind began to wander, back to the dark places, full of death and fire. There was a lot of death on the ship. It shouldn't stay that way for long. Bodies meant rot, rot meant infection, and...

Since we started out in past tense, let's try to keep that consistent as much as possible. Everybody is pretty much doing that, but even a couple lapses are jarring.

Back at what he had come to refer to in his head as Base Camp, Grigory was collecting as much clean drinking water and radiation pills as possible. He had to be prepared for any new developments, and if there was a potential nuclear device on the ship, this was the most he could do.

I don't think it makes any sense for a scanner that someone planted in the hopes that it wouldn't be noticed to be rigged to blow up after a certain time. That's what bombs are for. If somebody wanted to blow the Ferrum to hellfuck, they kinda already did. If they wanted to do it some more...