Sector 6-10 Squad

[Susanoo]

Shinjo Keishishimi

Health

It's been sometime since he's been here. With all the personal things he had to take into his hands and dish them out, it could make up any excuse to why he was absent for an extanded period of time. A smirk was formed and he used his right hand to stroke his chin the, captain was just a mere robot, so he assumed that he wouldn't understand shinjo's status his plan was either tell his team, or just leave it alone. It wasn't much of a vacation for him, rather being a special mission that he was assigned for his other collegues and had to keep it secret between him, and them. He was known to keep secrets, and learned how to keep them good.



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Mission: N/A

Location: Security Station


War Room

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Shinjo Was in the security station checking things to see if it was A-ok, and surprisingly it was. The chair was quite comfortable as well, as he began to check the camreas for all floors. Seeing that majority of the people was scattered across the station, it was rather queit. After finishing checking the cameras he began to take out a notebook and pen and log the things he's done so far, and placed it back into his said pocket. Once done he got up, and left the room, onward towards the war room which, was on the upper floor. Shinjo casually walked through alot of things that was in the lower floor, and made it to the elavator. As he was at the elevator he suddenly waits for it to open some seconds passed and a Bing noise was made, and the elevator door was opened shinjo would place his right foot inside of it, then the rest of his body for the door to close once the user was inside of it. He began to press the button to go up, and so it did, as he waits patiently, a couple of seconds had passed he BAM He's at his destination. The place did look different, was it just him, or is it the fact that he hasn't been up here for a while, shinjo decided to look for the war room by walking through hall ways, and control rooms, and he soon see's himself in the war room. He began to sit in a chair, and waits.

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[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper deck, outside room 5, Weapons Locker


»Port side

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

HEALTH:

100/100

MINGO


Mingo's head snapped in the direction of the captain's voice. He looked the captain up and down. Mingo didn't care to be interrupted, and this was the third time today. But he didn't mind, and he showed the captain more respect than to just snap at him. The corners of Mingo's mouth twisted down slightly in a bit of a "not bad" face, shrugging. "Eh, not really," Mingo replied, switching back to english, a harsh language compared to his native Hmmz. "I've just been reminiscing. It helps. You know my routine, I do much inner thinking." Mingo shrugged his spear off his back, giving it a spin. I'm not assigned to any mission right now, so I might as well prepare myself while I can." Mingo placed his spear across his shoulders, looping his arms up and over it, his elbows raised and wrists hooked over the spear, stretching his arms. "You don't have any objection to meditation now, do you captain? Afterall, it doesn't interfere with my share of the ship's efficiency."

 

[Anaxileah]

Health (95/100)

Tag: @SachiGrl @Alstromeria Character's Mood: Amused/Unsure/Panicking User's Mood: Headache T^T Location: Outside Weapons Locker -> Infirmary Inventory: Water Satchel

Lil'Ayta listened intently to Mingo, a slight smile on her face. "Souhlasím." The female Chordation murmured, feeling more relaxed as she watched Mingo meditate in a way their species normally did. She missed the ocean as well, and felt blissful as she closed her pale blue eyes and thought of the soothing waves, the push and pull of the current, the beautiful life that resided under the surface... It was all magnificent, and made Ayta's smile grow. She opened her eyes once more and chuckled at Mingo, but her smile disappeared as soon as Andro approached the two Chordations.


"Greetings. Speaking of your home planet?" The Captain asked, his robotic voice echoing slightly in the space they were occupying outside the Weapons Locker. Ayta purses her lips together and watched as Mingo responded to the Captain, still keeping his relaxing appearance up. However, his words were muffled by her train of thought. The blue female glanced at the Captain, wondering to herself. Is he still upset with me? I don't think it would be wise for me to remain here...it feels uncomfortable. I'll simply tend to my medicinal duties. Ayta thought with resolve before speaking. "Yes. Chordate is a place we miss. But I must go attend to my duties, so thank you for taking with me. Mingo, Captain." Ayta spoke with formalities to the Captain, but addressed them both so she wouldn't appear rude. With a quick turn, the female headed down the metal corridor to the Infirmary to check up on Markus.


When she arrived at the Infirmary, she glanced at Markus, who was lying still as a corpse on the table. His readings are still normal...but he looks ill. What could he have? Lil'Ayta was baffled at his bodily behaviour, but continued to observe his vital conditions, making sure they were adequate. However, the moment she turned her back to grab a damp cloth for his forehead, Markus began having a seizure of some sort, where his entire body shook, his hands and feet digging into the bed he was lying upon. Ayta hurried to him to try and turn him on his side and stick something soft in his mouth so that he wouldn't bite his own tongue off, but his mouth began producing some form of foamy pink liquid, which horrified Ayta. That was a symptom of high potassium levels, but only occurred when it was so high that the body couldn't handle any more...Markus stopped moving after another moment of Ayta struggling to hold him down, getting hurt in the process, due to the exposed lab equipment beside her. She cried out at this point, although the Captain was surely warned ever since the male's biological processes began going out of whack. Ayta was knocked over by Markus' spasming, hitting her head on the counter beside her, but got up anyway because she didn't want to lose a patient, especially when he was a trusted crew member of the ship. She rushed back over to him, worried about the male, but she heard the flatline before she saw him before her eyes. The foamy pink substance had trickled down his mouth, and his eyes has flung open, as if they were staring at her. He...he's dead...I couldn't save him... Ayta brought her hands up to the sides of her head, trying to refrain from panicking. But how could she not?! A crew member was dead now, because of her! The female slid down the side of the counter, all of the dots on her face glowing prominently. Why...why couldn't I stop this? Ayta thought to herself, glowing tears streaming down her face, as well as blood from her head wound.
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[SachiGrl]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper Deck


» Weapons Locker to Infirmary to hallway before the War Room

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/@Alstromeria

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/

HEALTH:

48/100

As Andro was among his Chordatian crew mates, he took note of their mannerisms. She, Ayta, was smiling warmly with Mingo, but the moment the captain stepped in, her smile immediately faded. Though he had no pain sensory program installed, he could imagine himself cringing in pain with Lil'Ayta's theoretical slap in the face. Despite this other strange feeling, his face remained falsely warm unlike his two comrades. Mingo, himself, had his mouth slightly downward. An expression Andro cannot read. It, also, did not seem too welcoming. Nonetheless, he listened intently as Mingo spoke.


"I'm not assigned to any mission right now, so I might as well prepare myself while I can."


"Thanks very good to hear. I expect that from my soldiers."


"You don't have any objection to meditation now, do you captain?"


"After all, it doesn't interfere with my share of the ship's efficiency."


"No, of course not."


"Yes. Chordate is a place we miss. But I must go attend to my duties, so thank you for talking with me. Mingo, Captain."


Without further adieu, Ayta was out of Andro's sight. Her face was absent with emotion. In frustration, he felt his fist tightening. Is she avoiding me? he wondered with agitation. Andro did not relinquish his eyes off of Ayta until she was no longer physically visible from where he stood. He shifted his attention back to Mingo with his eyes glowing mysteriously in rage. The captain's smile was now crooked as he opened up his robotic mouth to speak.


"I came to speak with Ayta," he said simply.


"Shinjo Keishishimi is in the War Room, meet him in my place, and tell him to await my presence."


He turned away without another word. For some odd reason, Andro found it difficult to speak with Mingo. His artificial teeth wanted to grind amongst one another instead. So many symptoms in one given day. It couldn't possibly get worse... he thought to himself, but he thought a tad too soon. His gears began to move faster as he saw Markus with a seizure in the Infirmary through his surveillance cameras. His body whirred in motion as he raced to aid Lil'Ayta. Alas, it was too late. Markus flat-lined right before them. Too many emotions coming through... he analyzed himself. His ship was in danger. In danger of his rage. He could visualize himself ripping out the steal frame of the Infirmary's entry way. Emotions offline, Andro pulled the plug on himself. His stare was now lifeless as he gazed onto the corpse. Now he was a 'true' Android, he felt no need to speak with Ayta to clarify any misconceptions.


"Contact Sector 10. Prepare a funeral," no remorse, no grief, just orders.


With that said, he took a navy corpse bag from the shelf and handed it to Ayta, then he left without a word. He headed immediately to the War Room to meet up with Mingo Rathmin and Shinjo Keishishimi. His body suddenly paused in the midst of his walking. Ugh... he thought. Why is my Peritoneal fluid overheating? He leaned against the wall, purposefully positioning himself under a air conditioned vent. He contacted Mingo through his earpiece:


"I need... a... mechanic.." static was heard in his voice.


Andro collapsed onto his knees and automatically had an emergency shut down.

Sector 6-10 Battleship

 

[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper deck, outside room 5, Weapons Locker, room 2, War Room


»

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/


HEALTH:

100/100

MINGO


Mingo raised one of his eyebrows in mild confusion when Andro left, something seemed a bit off. Shrugging again, Mingo tilted his neck up, the middle of his spear tickling the nape of his neck. Andro wanted to talk to Ayta, probably about some unfinished captain/ship business. "Shinjo Keishishimi is in the war room, Meet him in my place and tell him to await my presence." "Okie," Mingo replied, replacing his spear on his back and striding over that way.


Mingo tried his best to clear his head when leaving, but his conversation with Ayta had reawoken something he hadn't felt in a long time. A sense of pride. Pride for where he came from, pride from where he'd been. But above all, a sense of pride for who he was, despite the horrible things he'd done. Speaking with another chordation had given him the ability to envision himself going home again, hopefully to friendly faces. People could change. And although his job still involved violence, and combat, Mingo realized that was something he'd never get away from. But that didn't mean he had to kill.


Mingo pressed the button on the metal doors to the war room and found Shinjo sitting in a chair. The 24 year old had a smirk on his face, seemingly lost in thought. Mingo remembered when he was 24, he'd allready been fighting in the arena for 9 years. Youth was something this human raised on Nauvolous still had. Mingo hoped he didn't waste it.


"Hey kid," Mingo said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "the captain wants to see you in his quarters." Mingo's eyebrows raised as Andro's voice crackled over his earpiece: "I need... A... Mechanic..." Mingo rubbed his earpiece, thinking the static was a malfunction, but then realized it was actually the captain himself after a loud bang was heard through the earpiece, and not far away somewhere close in the ship. His eyes widened a bit, and he stepped forwards, a new sense of urgency in his tone of voice. "Change of plans. Looks like the captain's got some problems walking right now. Let's go."

 

[Susanoo]

Shinjo Keishishmi

Health

While mingling in the war room, his eyes was glued into his notebook. Flipping through pages, seeing his notes, images that he drew before he begins on making what he needed. His right leg was rested on his left, as he pushes his glasses back towards his face, after awhile someone had came inside the war room he heard the word Kid came from his mouth. He didn't quite like that word, as he was far more then a kid.


Someone that is 19 shouldn't be called a kid, psuhing that aside the males name assuming to be Mingo. Sounded a bit funny since it rymes with mango "What does he need?" Shinjo said as he got up from his seat putting away his notebook. It was quite odd requesting some help from the captain, though shinjo is the most intelligent human being on the team, or so it seems.

With

@Alstromeria @SachiGrl

 

[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper deck, room 2, War Room


»Hallway outside War Room

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/

HEALTH:

100/100

MINGO


Mingo Clenched his teeth, Working one of his fists. Some veins stood out in his neck and on his forearm. The captain had called. Mingo had reason to believe Andro was hurt, or damaged, or one of his systems was malfunctioning. The fact that Shinjo had the nerve to question the captains motives instead of attending to them right away made Mingo peeved. Hesitation was what disrupted the ships workings. Hesitation got people killed.


"Does it matter?" Mingo stated bluntly, a slight tinge of venom in his voice, "He just called for you. He's your captain. And more importantly, he's an android. An android calling for a mechanic is like you calling for a medic." Mingo was interrupted by a slight tremor in the ship, loosing his footing, causing him to stumble. Without hesitation, he grabbed Shinjo by his arm and dragged him through the door to the hallway linking the command room and the war room.


And lo and behold, there was Andro, laying on the floor. "Get to work," Mingo said, nodding his head to Shinjo. Pressing his hand to his ear, he contacted Ayta though his earpiece. "Ayta," Mingo said, keeping his voice calm, "Something's wrong with the Captain. It looks like he's shut down. Mingo heard some more noise, but it wasn't the crew. It was banging. Quiet, but still audible. Something else was happening on the ship. Could Andro have been hacked? Were they being boarded? Either way, Mingo's senses were on high alert. Mingo made a few clicking noises with his throat, observing the sound as it bounced back to him using his inherited siren abilities. "Ayta, my siren's radar is picking up pings where it shouldn't. You need to get to us as fast as possible." A hint of urgency was in his words now. Shrugging his double sided spear off his shoulder, Mingo inhaled deeply and let out his breath in a long, low sigh.

 

[Anaxileah]

Health (100/100)

Tag: @SachiGrl @Elderberry Character's Mood: Eager/Interested User's Mood: o-o Dehydrated Location: Hallway -> Building #201 -> Dory's Office Inventory: Engineer Tools

Ire blinked a couple times as the Captain explained what was going on, listening attentively and with an air of eagerness about her. Once they began the teleportation process, the female demonic elf found it difficult to stay still in all of her excitement to visit her home planet once more. It had been a long while, and she missed the nice hot atmosphere of her planet, which actually allowed her to not need the suit. However, it made her feel comfortable, so even though they arrived on the planet and she began feeling overly warm, she wasn't willing to press the button on her chest that opened the top of the suit yet. She was wearing an undershirt beneath the suit, but she'd wait until the search for tapping devices required more movement and maneuvering.


As the four crew members arrived at the set of buildings they were meant to investigate, Phi announced that she was going to accompany Jaenko to building 200, and then Jaenko told both Ire and Adonis to go to building 201 so that they'd be able to cover more ground. Ire glanced at the other male in the group and her eyebrows furrowed together in slight worry. Even though she did grab his arm not too long ago, which was uncommon for her to do and happened in a spur of the moment, she was still uncomfortable with males. With a huff, she nodded, glaring at Phi as if she was saying, 'Why would you do this to me?' When Adonis asked if she was ready to check building 201 out, Ire nodded quietly and followed him towards their assigned building, which was closed down for the moment due to their presence.


The Nauvon spoke to her as they entered building 201, which was made up of several offices, all of which would have to be investigated. “…holler if you see anything out of the ordi…” The male spoke to her, an amused tone coming from his pink lips. Ire nodded once more before allowing her gaze to sweep the main room, searching for locations in which tapping devices would be best placed. Small, difficult to reach places, but close enough to sources of information, whether it be electronics or spots dedicated to socializing. After looking around, Ire decided it would be best to explore the four rooms separately. Perhaps someone tried spying on someone else.


Ire decided to start with the room farthest on the left side of the building, with a name tag on the door that read, 'Dory Android125.' She knocked on it out of politeness at first, but since whoever Dory was wasn't allowed to not answer the door or usher Ire away, she opened the door, glancing around the office's interior. "Hello? My name is Ireythalli, I'm an engineer and a native of Phi're. I've come to inspect your office. You know...for security purposes?" Ire wasn't sure how much the personnel knew of Andro's given mission, so she stuck to the security check cover, giving the room a quick once over and glancing back to see if Adonis was in a different room, but she couldn't see him from the doorway.
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[Anaxileah]

Health (95/100)

Tag: @SachiGrl @Alstromeria @Hanjizoe Character's Mood: Shocked/Grief-stricken/Worried User's Mood: o-o Still Dehydrated Location: Infirmary -> Hallway -> Command Station Inventory: Water Satchel

I couldn't...I couldn't save him. It's all...it's all my fault... Ayta's thoughts repeated themselves in her head, her eyes wide and staring at Markus' dead body on the bed in the Infirmary. The Captain had entered the room as Markus had been enduring his seizure, but not seconds later, Markus flatlined and was dead. The sticky substance remained on his face, making Ayta feel nauseated. I've never...had a patient die... Ayta continued to panic inwardly, but she flinched out of her daze when the Captain gave her orders, lacking all emotion. "...What...?" Was all she managed to say as she tenderly grabbed the bag from his metallic hand. He left the room without a word, acting like the Android he truly was.


Ayta stood from where she sat in a shaky manner, her shock written clearly across her face. Why is the Captain like that...? Her forehead creased as she recalled the cold, monotonous voice he had spoken to her with, unsure of what to do. She looked back at Markus, whose eyes were wide open and seemed to be glaring at her accusingly, and closed her own, taking in a shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself down. She opened her eyes once more and forgot about the wound trickling blood down her head, focused entirely on opening the bag the Captain had given her and preparing to place Markus in it. She closed his eyes for him, wanting him to rest peacefully, if he was able to, and removed the water from her satchel once more with her power. She lifted Markus up and placed the bag beneath him, one hand smoothing the bag down while the other suspended the liquid and her former friend's body in the air above her.


Once she lowered him once more, she disposed of the water that she had in her satchel, refilling the satchel with the faucet in the infirmary. As she began zipping the body bag closed, Mingo's crackling voice came through on the earpiece she had in her blue ear, speaking with urgency. "Ayta, my siren's radar is picking up pings where it shouldn't. You need to get to us as fast as possible." As soon as he said that, she felt a chill up her spine, understanding Mingo's feeling for worry. She zipped Markus' bag shut and then dashed for the entrance to the Infirmary, heading towards the Weapons Locker, completely forgetting about the angry and upset feelings she had felt toward the Captain moments before. This was no time to mope or grieve. As soon as she reached the others, her mind blanked. Andro was on the floor.


"What...what's going on?" Ayta controlled her voice, although the tension in it was clearly audible. She looked at the engineer sternly, remembering her position as Second-in-Command. "Take care of the Captain, find out what's wrong and help him so that he's awake and functioning as soon as possible. Mingo, I'm going to go to the Command Station to see if anything is the matter. Can you ensure that the Captain remains safe? I'm not sure what's going on, but I'll find out." Ayta spoke with semi-confidence, then entered the Command Station, worry clear on her face as she wondered what to expect.
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[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper deck, outside room 2, War Room


»

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/


HEALTH:

100/100

MINGO


Mingo was so jumpy he almost swung his weapon at Ayta when she walked into the hallway. His knees were slightly bent, his spear held behind him protectively. His eyes followed Lil'Ayta as she assumed the role of captain. She was trying to be levelheaded, but Mingo could tell otherwise. Mingo also didn't think splitting up was a good idea. "Ayta." Mingo pleaded, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Get back into the war room. There's only one entrance. Prosím. Tam bude čas postarat se o kapitána později." He switched to Hmmz midsentance to emphasize his point. "Zbytek muset starat sami o sebe." Mingo pressed the button that held the doors open to the war room.


Hooking his hands under Andro's arms, Mingo could only hold on for about 15 seconds before his hands started burning. Andro was a bit hot to the touch. At least Mingo knew the probalem now, it didn't take an engineer to tell the android had overheated. 'Why' was a question for later. Gritting his teeth and dragging andro into the middle of the floor, which was no easy feat, Mingo flipped one of the tables over and pointed to it. "You two need to get behind there." Mingo stated, his ears wiggling a bit. He was still listening, even as he worked. And it was a good thing too. Something was coming. Something big.

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» All over the f**king place


»

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/


HEALTH:

68/100

GRAFFINK


Graffink opened her eyes, their blue light finally glinting once again. She felt cold. Very cold. And that was not good, she was going to freeze to death. But more alarming was her apparent inability to breathe. She sat up, and immediately smacked her mandibles on the glass front of her cryochamber. Realizing where she was, Graffink smacked her head hard against the glass, shattering it and climbing out of the icy tube.


She could still breathe, but there was a distinct lack of oxygen. Her thorax heaved with each breath. She neeed to get air. Wasn't she in space? There is no air in space. She was going to die. Graffink struggled to turn around in her small little escape pod. Escape pod? Yes, that was right. She had been overwhelmed by the bounty hunters. The pirates. The hunter of the pink fleshy small ones had been hunted herself. But she had survived, oh yes, Graffink was born a survivor. Tearing the flesh from her siblings for sustinance, visciously protecting her territorry, Graffink was definetely a survivor. And now she was trapped, like an overweight grizzly bear in this tiny little pod drifting in space.


But. She wasn't drifting in space. Her pod had attatched to something.


Black dots began to appear in front of her eyes from lack of oxygen, but from her crooked view in the window Graffink could see the shiny metal hull of another ship. Another ship meant air. Oxygen. Other organisms. AKA Meat. Graffink twisted herself twords the ship's direction with renewed vigor. She was starving.


*WABAM!* *WABAM!* *WABAMBAMBAMBAMCRRRRRACK!*





A couple of hits from her striking arm and she'd cut through the door of her escape pod and the outer hull of the other ship. Stabbing her arm blade through the gap, she twisted it, widening the hole for her to squeeze though. Stabbing a powerful claw into the metal, Graffink peeled open the outside of the ship like a tin can. All airtight too. Squishing her head and thorax through the gap, Graffink wiggled her abdomen through, antennas waving around wildly. So many smells! So many heat trails! So many machines! And the smell of something else. Death. Skittering across the wall, Graffink found the infirmary. A bag was sitting on a cot. Graffink gingerly picked up the bag, waving it in front of her mandibles. A human. A dead one. She dropped the bag with disgust. She wanted fresh meat. Graffink wouldn't settle for a squeemy dead human carcass.


She made her way around the bridge. English. Words, here, there. Just a few she recognized, but Graffink could tell the captains chair and its commands from the rest of the counels. The weapons system, targeting computer, hyperdrive moniter... Her antennas twitched as she heard something turn over. Rotating her head 90 degrees, Graffink located another room. A 'war' room. Oh, a fight would ensue there, but it wouldn't be a war. Not even a battle. It would be a feast.


Approaching the door, she pressed the flashing button that read 'open'. Nothing happened. Another press. Nothing. Jamming her finger into the button irritably, Graffink skittered in frustration. Eventually she just decided to break the door down. *WABAM!* *WABAM!* Just two hits this time, and one side of the door crumpled. Graffink jumped into the room gleefully, looking around for something to skewer.


But. There was nothing. She could smell the things. The pink fleshy beings. But there was just an overturned table and a metal thing that resembled a fleshy being. Lowering herself on all fours, Graffink cautiously took a step forwards, mandibles clacking menacingly. Her antenna waved from side to side, flicking over the... Metal fleshy being. She decided to call it that. Was it good to eat? Metal isn't usually good to eat. And neither is eating with a restricted windpipe. What? Graffink clutched at her neck, an ungodly screech escaping her vocal chords. It was a ragged one, one that sounded of ten swarms of cicadas dying at once. Her clumsy fingers scrabbled at the area under her mandibles, realizing there was a bar there. Held in place. By a fleshy being.




Tightening his hold on his spear, Mingo pulled back further. His biceps and forearms bulged, his tattoos shone with sweat. What the hell was this thing? Why was it so big? And why the hell was it so goddamned strong? Mingo realized he wasn't going to be able to choke it out. Placing his thumb on one side of the spear, he flipped a panel of the fine crafted driftwood to the side, exposing a button. However, this made him loosen his grip, and the creature, whose short little arms scrabbled at him and couldn't reach him on its back, tossed him off to the side. Mingo smacked against the side wall with a grunt, biting his tounge. That fucking hurt.


His vision swam, and blood trickled from his tounge and out his mouth, but Mingo could still see the creature. It was one of the most terrifying creatures he had ever seen. It was a predator, definetely a predator. It clacked its mouthparts furiously, screeching in a hissing, graty, staticy sound Mingo associated with crickets. Monster, hundred pound, half mechanical crickets. The creature lept on top of him, and mingo tried to roll under, discovering he had dislocated his shoulder. Crying out in pain, but also defiance, Mingo pressed the button on his spear, an electric curent running from end to end. He grabbed ahold of one of the creatures shoulder spikes and plunged it into a chink in the creatures armor. The monster let out one more screech, which fizzled out like a doll with a dying battery, and it collapsed. Mingo struggled out from under it, yanking his spear from the creatures armor.


"i I by měl být opilý," Mingo exclaimed, using one of his fathers sayings for when he'd just won a hard fight. He nudged the creature with his toe. It wasn't dead, but an electric current will put you out for a good long while. Wincing at his shoulder, Mingo Held his joint in place and rolled his arm, a grunt of pain escaping his lips as it snapped back in place. "I got it. It's not dead, but it's out." Mingo called to Shinjo and Ayta. He stood in silence for a little bit, then looked at each of his companions. "Sooo... Any idea what it is?" Mingo asked, "Because i've never seen anything like it before."

 

[SachiGrl]

MISSION:

» Confiscate all tapping devices and find the culprit who installed them

LOCATION:

» Phi're


» Communications Center, Sector 6


» Building 200

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/@Alstromeria

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/ &

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/34938-elderberry/@Elderberry

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/34938-elderberry/

HEALTH:

100/100

Phi'gora was overly excited for her mission, and to work alongside Jaenko. Her excessive energy causes her to do silly things, but it was always for the sake of seeing others smile. As she was in her awkward heroic stance, her fellow partner commented and laughed as she had hoped. "What do you mean that's not how you find tapping devices?" she blurted with a roll of her eyes. "That's your job," she added a dramatic huff, "Aaannd--I'm going to find the culprit." Phi ruffled his hair before parting from him.


With a sway of her hips, she entered the room where the curtains were suspiciously closed as they coincidentally arrived. "You got something to hide?" she asked while her eyes darted around the room until they finally rested on the red-headed, golden eyed demonic elf. "Na'nahni Aurara," she stated the woman's name as she looked up her name within the database the Captain provided. The woman's cold stare locked onto Phi'gora as she responded, "Who're ya exactly?" the elven woman asked with sass. "I am part of the Squadron here, Sector 6-10, and as the announcement established. We're doing some security checks," she said with an equal amount of sass as she inched her face closer to Na'nahni with her eyes squinted.


She looked around the woman's desk looking for any device that looked unbelonging to a computer. Na'nahni crossed her arms irritably meanwhile and spoke with an unwelcoming snarl, "I ain't got nothing here for you. Ya mind hurrin' outta here?" Phi'gora only shot her a uncaring glance then continued onto the elven's personal belongings. "Hey!" the woman snapped, "What the hell?!" Not realizing she took a hold of Miss Aurara's personal logs, she read aloud something strange that caught her eye, she spoke into her head set for all her crew (on the mission) to hear, "February 15, 3006, documented glitches have been recorded by Miss Aurara here. She has some sporadic dates ever since then recording similar experiences." Phi's emerald eyes gleamed down on Na's golden enraged eyes. "Be lucky I didn't read aloud the other suspicious things here," she said with an arched brow. "So many meetings with the boss could strike one's suspicions." "Bite me," Na'nahni retorted.


Satisfied with a clue getting them closer to the culprit. She analyzed the dates of when employees were hired. Only a few in building 200 met the time frame. She decided to approach Duck Marquin, a Nauvon who had a similar bone structure to Jaenko, "Hi." The man was sitting of his chair, but his height seemed well over six feet accompanied by his lean yet not so intimidating stature. He responded to her with a mere wave and returned to his work. "You got one of them logs? Security check," she sat on his desk as she awaited for him to hand it over to her. "It's digital," Duck said simply. With a few taps off his fingers on the computer screen, he pulled a holographic file out and handed it to her accordingly.


As she flipped through the virtual pages, she saw similar dates of when glitches occurred. She spoke through her head set again, "Again, with Duck Marquin, his computer had been tampered with similar dates: February 18th, 3006, March 30th, 3006, December 23rd, 3006, February 1st, 3007, April 4th, 3007, and goes up to this year." She nodded approvingly on how clear and concise his record keeping was. "What are you in charge of?" she asked Duck curiously. "Terran communications," he said after a few blinks then returned to working. "What does Na'nahni Aurara work on?" when she inquired of this he cocked his head, "Business. Import and export." She hummed as she thought about the information Mister Marquin has given her.

Dory Android125


Type. Type. Type. Tap. Tap. Tap. Noises of work. Alone in her office, she found comfort in doing her tedious assignments and in addition, the assignments of others. Dory's neck cranked in Ireythalli's direction as she heard her knock. Whirr. Click. Each of her movements made a mechanical sound. "Greetings, Ireythalli, Engineer of Phi're. How can I be of service?" Her head cocked to the side, whirring and clicking as she did so. The robot's neon blue eyes followed Ire's as she glanced about the room. "Do you believe the security lock down was necessary?" the Android asked in her digital-like voice, "Some of us have homes to go to and rest in." Dory tried to imply that she was tired, but emotionally was not able to express it.

 

[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» Locate and Eliminate: Tapping devices

LOCATION:

» building 200

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/34938-elderberry/@Elderberry

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/34938-elderberry/


HEALTH:

100/100

JAENKO


"Fine, fine, whatever. Pshh" Jaenko dismissed Phi'gorra with a playful wave of his hand in a shooing motion. He spun the chair he was sitting in back around to the computers on the desk and wiggled his fingers. Phi was right about one thing, it was time to work. And in work, he was most useful behind a machine or a computer. Holding his mechanical arm out in front of him, Jaenko twisted the joint on one of his fingers and popped it off, turning it around to reveal a portable data drive. He plugged it into the computer, overriding the security and firewalls with official code, all legal of course. Barely. There was probably enough bad stuff in Jaenko's little finger to databomb Captain Andro. But of course, Jaenko would never do that, nor was he dumb enough to try.


Scrolling through the files of the computer, Jaenko accessed the power logs of the individual rooms. Huh. Nothing. Of course there was nothing, bugs weren't connected to the systems power. Usually. He did notice, however, that one camera was using slightly more power than usual, but that was probably just a small short-out in the wiring. Scrolling over to look at the camera, Jaenko could see nothing out of the ordinary. Just some footage from the bamk, nearby. Tracing the tattoos on his face with a finger, Jaenko began running a scan of interfearance across the building.


The scan would take awhile to complete, but he was allready getting results from the rooms closest to him. There was a bit of interfearance in the room next to him, belonging to an elf by the name of Na'nahni. Jaenko pressed his earpiece, contacting her. "Phi," Jaenko called, his voice carrying clearly over the link, "I'm getting some pings in the room next to me. Miss Aurara has definetely been bugged." He cracked his knuckles on his one, non-metal hand, pushing his fist down on his helmet hooked to his belt. Deciding it would be good to have his helmet reaady to put on in case he needed it, or to throw as a projectile since that's what he did in the combat situations anyways, Jaenko moved it from his belt to on top of the desk. "Try looking under small ridges of furnature if any are there, that's usually a good place to conviniently hide them." It would only be a matter of time before the interference scan completed, hopefully it wouldn't take longer than ten minutes. Processing data for these things took time.

 

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There was quite some activities going on at the brief moment, both shinjo, and some odd girl that was dragged along towards the war room which lied the captain, and mingo ordered shinjo to fix up the captain while an unconscious manits lied on the ground. A question came about the mantis from mingo asking what it was. Shinjo soon snapped out of his thought bubble, and began focusing what was infront of him. </span></span><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">

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<br /><br /><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:#b300b3;">With both of his hands placed on his hips he leaned forward examining the unknown creature that took the form of a mantis. "As far as my knowledge goes I think I've seen this thing before on my planet, it's a Nauvon from the planet Nauvolous" he said straighting his body back to his normal position, and turned his head towards the captain, as he approched the body. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:#b300b3;">


"What exactly happened to him?" he turned to mingo, feeling abit concered "I won't be able to fix him unless I know what happened to him, and yeah." He says in a careless way. Shinjo is indeed a unique mechanical engineer, but in order for someone to opperate a machine he must know where to opperate at, it looks to him that nothing had happened to him, maybe some sort of malfunction, or the most common thing for machines are overheat. "Did the captain overheat by any chance?" </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:#b300b3;">


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[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper deck, room 2, War Room


»

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/


HEALTH:

97/100

MINGO


Mingo sighed, facepalming. 'Well no shit,' he thought. It wasn't apparent that the being in front of him was a Nauvon, but what else would it be? And since it was, it was obvious it came from Nauvolous. Rubbing his temple, then an had through his hair, Mingo remembered he was bleeding from the bump in the back of his head and his cut tounge. No matter, he'd be fine, deep breaths, he'd be fine.





"Did the captain overheat by any chance?" Shinjo asked. Mingo shrugged. "I'm a fighter, not a diagnostics program. He felt hot when I moved him, so I'd assume so." Mingo wanted to stay and watch Shinjo fix the captain, but the more pressing matter was the... Thing... That had tried to kill him. It was still laying on the floor, its thorax heaving up and down. At least it breathed, so whatever it was didn't produce carbon dioxide anerobically and poision them all. Straddling the beast, Mingo grabbed ahold of its arms, dragging it out of the war room. "Ayta, help me get this to the infirmiry please. Get some tranquilizers or something to put in it so it isn't piss-drunk angry at us when it wakes up. I do not want to have a wrestling match with it again." Spitting some blood out of his mouth and onto the war room floor, Mingo jerked his head for Ayta to follow him.

 

[Anaxileah]

Health (95/100)

Tag: @SachiGrl @Alstromeria @Hanjizoe Character's Mood: Upset User's Mood: Pissed >:c Location: War Room -> Hall -> Infirmary Inventory: Water Satchel

Lil'Ayta flinched when Mingo's hand rested on her shoulder, but she remained where she was rather than brushing his hand off of her bare skin. She listened to him intently, looking down at the ground as she tried to focus on his words and keep up her composure. Prosím. Tam bude čas postarat se o kapitána později. Zbytek muset starat sami o sebe." Ayta flinched once more when he mentioned the others of the ship, but refrained from arguing and did as Mingo said, despite her stature as the Second-in-Command. The pale blue woman nodded to her fellow Chordation and did as he said, watching him pull the Captain to safety in the War Room. She did as the blue man said once more and crouched behind the table, beside the young engineer.


The banging on the door only became louder as Mingo prepared to fight whatever was outside. The sound of metal tearing caused immense pain for the sensitive Chordation, but she refrained from moving as she hid behind the overturned table alongside Shinjo. When the screeching sound stopped, Ayta peered over the metal table, her eyes widening at the strange sight before her. She hadn't seen this kind of creature before, but it seemed like a native of Nauvon, what with the insect-like appearance paired with the humanoid structure of the now unconscious being. At the sound of Mingo's voice, she stood and padded over to where the creature lay unconscious. "As far as my knowledge goes I think I've seen this thing before on my planet, it's a Nauvon from the planet Nauvolous." Shinjo had responded to Mingo's inquiry about what the creature was, and Ayta smiled inwardly, having guessed correctly.


"Ayta, help me get this to the infirmiry please. Get some tranquilizers or something to put in it so it isn't piss-drunk angry at us when it wakes up. I do not want to have a wrestling match with it again." Ayta had zoned out once more, just as she had earlier, her mind filled with worry for the Captain. She took her gaze off of the Android and looked up at Mingo, nodding and watching him lift the creature. She frowned slightly before speaking, "Mingo, it is easier to use water." Ayta opened her water satchel and used one hand to manipulate a stream of water out of the satchel, going through the same process she had used for transporting...Markus... The female Chordation bit her lip as she lifted the strange creature from Mingo's arms with the water using one hand, then gently placed her other hand on the back of Mingo's head, having noticed the blood trailing down his neck from his wound. As soon as she touched him, a thin layer of ice formed, spreading over the wound and preventing more from seeping through, allowing the blood to clot faster.


With a faint smile to Mingo that didn't quite reach her eyes, Ayta then used both hands to manipulate the water and carry the intruder to the Infirmary, glancing back once to see Captain Andro on the ground beside Shinjo. She spoke as she walked, her voice low and almost difficult to hear. "Opravdu si myslíte, že bude v pořádku?" Ayta glanced toward Mingo as the two of them walked to the Infirmary, the smile having disappeared from her face. She felt that what happened was her fault, and that she was failing in her duty as Second-in-Command. The dots on her face were glowing vibrantly, despite her attempt to obscure her facial expression from her fellow Chordation.
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[Elderberry]

// ADONIS //

MISSION:

» Confiscate all tapping devices and find the culprit who installed them



LOCATION:

» Phi're


» Communications Center, Sector 6


» Building 201

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/@Alstromeria

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/@SachiGrl

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6064-sachigrl/


MENTAL HEALTH:

70/100

Adonis turned his shiny helmet to the ash pellets scattered over the marble tiles as his heavy boots thumped towards a circular desk forming the visitor’s station. He passed through a holographic arrow blinking down at a lower indentation in the countertop where a sign-in sheet sat upon a metal clipboard. He glanced over his shoulder at the names hastily scribbled down the crumpled parchment, surprised to see the station still used paper, “The power must’ve went down earlier this morning.” He crinkled his brow when he reached the bottom half of the sheet – it was torn off, missing, leaving a few names off record with what he could only imagine was a ketchup stain smudging the clipboard. “Weird. Someone must’ve snatched this during lunchtime.” He leaned forward over the countertop and crinkled his brow at an ashtray hiding behind a touchscreen monitor. His gloved fingers clasped around the metal rim and raised it onto the higher platform, where he could see several crushed buds crowding the entire dish. He pinched onto an extinguished cig and raised the flattened tip before his brown eyes gleaming behind their protective visor, “It looks fresh. Someone round here’s got a bad smoking hab—”


Dinzzz!, Dinzzz!, Dinzzz!

A metal box strapped to Adonis’ thigh buzzed furiously. His eyes snapped towards a chubby shadow sliding down a corridor just beyond the main desk, and his voice raised to a shout, “All passersby show yourselves to the main hall. This is Squadron 6-10 militia. All passersby please show yourselves to the main hall.” A few seconds passed without a single squeak across the marble floors, nor a word of consent, to which Adonis sighed onto the glass of his visor, “Look I know you’re down there ‘cuz my heat sensor’s givin’ my leg a nice massage right now. You ought ‘a know I got a pulse rifle that can out-heat the sun and I’ve been itchin’ to shoot it since I got down here. Don’t make me come over there.”


The plump shadow crawled back across the distant wall until it grew into a chubby fellow with a well-fed stomach hanging over his neatly buckled slacks. His thick wrists jingled with every sway of his hips, layered in sparkling bracelets that likely violated every dress code on the station. His elbow thumped down onto the front desk as his thick palm flipped upwards to catch the swell of his cheek. His eyelids lowered under the weight of aggravation and a sigh burst past his lips, “Sweetheart I have a gun of my own that won't stop firing until you scream, now may I ask why I’m marooned to this desk when Dame Diamonds and Man-Z are throwing pots and pans at each other in the comfort of my office?” A blue glow shaded the side of his thick face from nearby holograms blinking out transportation routes, the sharp corners of his slicked-back hair and the wrinkles spanning his forehead indicated he was nearing the middle years of his life.


“Sir I’m asking all the questions.” Adonis furrowed his brows at whatever sassy thing just strode up to the main desk, and the hand clasping the ash tray raised the dish higher above his head, “Who’s been sucking down all these cigarettes? There’s a whole pack swimming in here.”


“Oh, well,” A dainty whisper touched his lips, which he then pursed into a scowl as his eyes shot sideways with annoyance, “Honey those are mine.”


“Well…” Adonis dropped his gaze onto a nametag stitched into the man’s shirt, “Ernesto don’t you know smoking is a fire hazard with all this electrical machinery round here?” He dropped the ashtray back to the counter and several charred remains sprinkled onto the metal surface.


Ernesto flipped a dismissive hand from his popping lips, wrist tinkling as his many bracelets slid down his forearm, “Chile you need to come sit next to my girl Sammy all day, then come back and tell me if you don’t turn to drugs when she starts mouthing off about her sister’s retarded ex again.”


“Sammy?”


“Oh!” His wrist flopped down before him, and a giggle tickled at his throat as his thin lips stretched into a prissy smile, “Her tax papers say she’s Samantha Williams but chiilllle when she steps up to that pole and lets her hair roll down her shoulders she’s known as none other than Delicious, or whatever you’d like for the right price—”


“Okay, okay.” Adonis curled his lips inside his mouth, gulping down a chuckle that crawled up his throat. An awkward smile lingered on the corners of his mouth, “What are you doing outside your office, Ernesto?”


“Honey I had to take a shit and there aren’t any goddamn toilets inside my office sweetheart even though it may look like one thanks to Stacy dumping her shit off all over the back.” Ernesto swept a hand under the chocolate locks kissing his earlobe and flung them away from his pink face as his eyes narrowed into a glare, “I was on my way to the boy’s room, thank God you stopped me before I flattened my big ass on that toilet or we’d be conducting this interview with my pants down, wouldn’t we sir? Hell you’d probably try to peep at my gun all cocked and loaded, wouldn’t you sir?”


“Sir I’m only doing my jo—haha.” Adonis’ voice cracked into a rough chuckle scraping up his throat, and his gloved hand flipped up his visor as his forehead dropped down onto his fingertips. He blew a deep exhale through his nose, mouth flattened into a thin line as his diaphragm spasmed with the urge to laugh. “Okay sir, I—ahah.” A rough palm slapped over his mouth as a smile pushed up his cheeks, ‘How the hell am I supposed to take this shit seriously?’


“Okay sir.” Adonis planted a forearm onto the countertop, hand dangling over the ledge with his pointer finger raised towards the distant corridor, “First I catch you roaming around over there, then I find evidence you’ve been hangin’ around this desk.” His head nudged backwards to the ash sprinkled over the marble tiles. “Fresh too, you were out here recently.”


Ernesto smacked his tongue and rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, “God that’s from when I was called into my office. I haven’t stepped a single toe out here since lockdown.” His fleshy hand flopped down in front of him, aiming a finger of his own at the officer, “Now I have a question for you – why are you even here? What did I do to deserve this?”


Adonis’ brow crinkled and the corners of his mouth crumpled into a frown as his head snapped back, “That’s private information. It wasn’t three seconds ago, but I said I was asking all the damn questions. So you tell me what happened to this sign-in sheet?” He grasped onto the clipboard and raised the half-ripped paper overhead along with his thick eyebrows.


Ernesto’s mouth popped open into a gaping stare, his bright eyes shot sideways, his fat hand tugged at the collar stuck to his throat, and his pink neck cleared a good hundred times, “Hon if I knew something about that mess I would tell you – somebody had a deluxe cheeseburger for lunch and that’s all I can remember. Now if you’ll excuse me.”


“Guess what?” Adonis dropped the clipboard to the countertop in a thundering clash, “I don’t trust you—you’re under arrest.”


“Oh haaail nah.” Ernesto stepped backwards from the soldier with his pudgy hands raised beside his shoulders. He furrowed his tweezed brows at a damn monkey tail slipping a pair of handcuffs off the man’s belt, “You come near me and I’m going to bite that tail.”


“Do it and that tail is going straight down your throat – something tells me you might like it.” Adonis flipped his rifle over his shoulder and gripped both hands onto the handcuffs his tail held out for him. He stared down at Ernesto’s colorful wrists stacked with golden bracelets, and tucked his lips within his frowning mouth before turning his squinting eyes towards a thick belt wrapped around his exploding waistline. Adonis snapped one cuff around the belt – and the other around his own wrist. “Now listen.” He stared up into the taller man’s face, blowing a hot breath onto his cheeks which made his pink face crumple into a wince. “I’m bringing you with me this whole mission because I think you either know what’s been going on out here, or someone who does. Let’s get a move on.”


Adonis’s boots thumped forward through the empty hallway and his black helmet glanced over a shoulder at his hostage, “Don’t try to be slick and take that belt off either.” Ernesto only plumped his lips up into a mighty purse, slumped his shoulders forward and let his arms flop lifelessly as he closely followed behind the shorter male.


Adonis slipped a gloved hand inside his helmet and tapped two fingertips to his earpiece, “Ire I – oh dammit.” He sighed and dropped the hand to his thigh, “Stupid thing. Ernesto, seen anyone out here but you of course?”


Ernesto’s pursing lips smirked at the low-key chide, “I saw a woman enter that door on the right.” His chin lowered onto the soldier’s helmet as his chubby hands clasped the shiny metal ball, fondly stroking their thumbs across the sheen material, “But we can stop by my office for a private interview if you like.”


“No, no, and no.” Adonis snapped his head out the man’s grasp, and brushed his gloves over the slick surface, “You’re getting fingerprints all over it, please don’t fondle anymore of the military’s assets…or mine.” His mouth crumpled into a frown within his helmet when a raspy voice blew down his neck, “If you insist little man.”


On the right side stood a door spilling white light into the bluish tint of the hallway. Adonis slipped a hand in-between the crack and pushed the door forward, eyes widening when the solid frame bumped into something. He stuck his head through the crack and stared wide-eyed at his squadmate, “Sorry I didn’t see you from around the corner.” A fat hand slipped over his helmet and wiggled its fingers, “Sweetie this gentleman is trying to kill me, he has a grave dug out and everything—” Adonis’s head slipped out the doorway, where he grumbled at the man handcuffed to his wrist before his shiny helmet slipped back into the room. His eyes fell onto a metallic android raising her head towards his squadmate, neon blue eyes following her every movement, “Do you believe the security lock down was necessary? Some of us have homes to go to and rest in.”


“Ain’t it the truth sister…” Ernesto’s voice muffled through the doorway. Adonis merely glared at the man hidden behind the door before swinging his face back towards the robot seated at her workstation. He nodded his head forward politely, “Adonis, Sector 6-10, Infantry. Pleasure to meet you. It appears you are eager to leave these quarters, which you very much deserve after a hard day’s work, but we cannot ensure the safety of work personnel until all threats have been eliminated.”


“Like you?”


Adonis pursed his lips, cocking an eyebrow at the man standing behind him before turning his face back to the much more pleasant android, “I only have one question, then you can return to your discussion with Miss Irazelli: is your intelligence integrated with the headquarters by chance? I am aware some androids can interface with the network, if that’s true for you as well, could you scan through the network for any recent alarms? Perhaps find a security log or two?”


His eyelids squeezed into a wince upon realizing he totally butchered Ire’s name.


“Oh my God you know Irazelli?! Is she still missing a foot?”


Adonis banged his helmet against the door.

 

[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper deck, room 2, War Room > Infirmary


»

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/


HEALTH:

97/100

MINGO


Mingo winced as Ayta scolded him for trying to move the bigass Nauvon himself. Not because she was harsh, which she wasn't, but because his shoulder ached. He'd really done a number on himself. Seeing as Mingo didn't have a shirt on, as he rarely did, he couldn't use anything as a makeshift sling. It was good they were headed to the infirmary. "Děkuji," He nodded to Ayta, running his uninjured hand through his hair.


Once in the infirmary, Ayta iced over the lump on the back of Mingo's head. "Děkuji," He said again thankfully, "ale moje zranění nejsou ne vážná. Dokážu se o sebe postarat, pro ted'." Demonstrating this, Mingo took a roll of gauze and tied a sling around his neck for his arm. Given that the spots on Aytas cheeks were still glowing, Mingo could tell she was still pretty razzed. "Co Vás trápí?" he inquired. He was suprised when she replied: "Opravdu si myslíte, že bude v pořádku?" Mingo shrugged, but nodded nonetheless. "Měl horší," He stated, "on bude žít." Wether his words were reassuring or not, Mingo couldn't tell. But he could tell Ayta hadn't experienced much combat, jusdging by her frightened reaction to what had just transpired. Mingo hadn't meant to take charge back there, he kind of undermined Ayta. But really, with two unarmed people whose strong suits were mechanics and healing, he was the only one who really understood what to do in that instance. Snapping his fingers to get her attention and looking her dead in the eye, Mingo spoke firmly, but reassuringly. "Odívej se na mě. Hluboké nádechy , jo? Všechno bude v pořádku , a to zejména pokud jste uvolněný." He shot a glance at the still unconscious Nauvon monster on the floor, seeing as it was too big for the cot. "vrdší časy přijdou později. Ne teď"

 

[Anaxileah]

Health (100/100)

Tag: @Elderberry @SachiGrl Character's Mood: Pissed User's Mood: Highly Amused/Successful in avoiding social interaction >.> Location: Dory's Office -> Main Room -> Endres' Office Inventory: Same crap as before >.>

Ireythalli observed the android female warily with one eyebrow raised on her smooth, gray, forehead. Dory was interesting in appearance, similar to how their Captain looked, but missing that air of...humanity that the Captain tried to maintain. He tries so hard to be like humans... Ire's train of thought derailed momentarily, but went back on track as soon as the female android spoke. "Greetings, Ireythalli, Engineer of Phi're. How can I be of service? Do you believe the security lock down was necessary? Some of us have homes to go to and rest in." If Ire's eyebrow could climb any higher on her face, it would have. Why is this android in such a hurry? Ire thought to herself with her lips pressed together tightly. She was about to speak when the door suddenly hit her, nearly knocking her over.


Having caught herself on the wall beside the door, Ire glared back at the person who opened the door, who just so happened to be Adonis. She rolled her eyes at him and stood up straight once more, walking over to the other side of the room to observe Adonis' actions. "Sorry I didn't see you from around the corner." The male Nauvon made a quick apology, barely glancing at the fiery female. She sniffed at him, irritated with him, and proceeded to watch him butt in on her investigation. The male he brought along with him caused her to wrinkle her nose in distaste, but she said nothing, up until Adonis spoke even more, worsening his situation with her. "I only have one question, then you can return to your discussion with Miss Irazelli: is your intelligence integrated with the headquarters by chance? I am aware some androids can interface with the network, if that’s true for you as well, could you scan through the network for any recent alarms? Perhaps find a security log or two?" As soon as those words left his mouth, Ire's mouth twitched, as did her eyebrow.


"Do you really think this is acceptable? Dear gods, it's all the same with you men! Ugh! There are no tapping devices in here, so I have no business in here. Get out of my way." Ire snarled at the other suspect, infuriated with Adonis' behavior. They've been on the ship for how long, now? And he still didn't know her name! UGH! Ire thought with an incredibly pissed off attitude, leaving Dory's office. She headed for the next office, the young female brimming with anger. She glanced up at the name tag before knocking on the door in annoyance, announcing her entrance. "Ellendres Alphi'roa! Security inspection!" Ire called out, her irritation clear in her voice. She pushed the door open with force, no longer bothering to be polite or trivial. She wanted to get this mission done as quickly as possible and get out of working with men.


Adding onto her irritation, the office was empty, as the man who resided in this office was off in another, unbeknownst to Ire, talking excitedly with his coworker, Liz'phi Noalla. Ire let out a sigh to try and center herself in the empty office, then opened her bright, red-orange, glowing, eyes to survey the room, giving it a quick visual sweep. She noted a couple places that would be good for hiding devices in her mind until she finished her visual sweep, then proceeded to turn the office upside down and search for anything that could indicate the presence of tapping devices. Adonis may have been looking for signs of suspicion, but Ire was more technical, and wanted to look through the mechanical stuff before anything else.


The elf overturned binders, looked behind cabinets, and beneath the monitor, keyboard, and mouse, but to no avail. With a frustrated sigh, Ire got down on the ground and crawled beneath the desk of this Mister Alphi'roa, muttering to herself in Phi. "Pourquoi tout à être si difficile?" She griped quietly, looking beneath the desk itself and around the edges of the desk, since that would be the easiest location to slip a tapping device. After looking there and not finding one, she decided to go farther and look behind the desk, behind all of the electronics and the monitors and units on top of the desk. On the back of the tower, Ire felt the dust that had accumulated there, and sneezed as some of it gathered in the air. Her bright hair went over her head, obscuring half of her face in her search for the tapping device.


The door to the office opened after a moment, causing Ire to freeze. "Euh ... qu'est-ce que tu fais?" The male demonic elf questioned Ire as she removed himself from beneath the desk, glancing at the bottom of the desk one more time before looking at the male who had entered. He was a brunette, muscular, and not bad-looking for a demonic elf. He smiled at her with a charming grin, an eyebrow raised just as she had done so earlier. "U-um...Contrôle de sécurité." Ire managed to say before a small, flashing device caught her eye. It was wedged between the leg of the desk and the actual base of the desk to keep it in place, which is why Ire missed it beforehand. She reached for the small device, yanking it out from where it was so artfully hidden.


"Looking for this." Ire said with a confident grin on her face, paying no attention to the impassive look upon Endres' face. She got up, nodded to the male, and exited the office, glancing around to see if her irritating partner was in the vicinity.
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[Susanoo]

Shinjo Keishishimi

Location: War room

Shinjo plainly looked at mingo because of his comment and sighed along with him "You are your smartass comments" he says softly. Supposely the captain did overheat, and needed a cooling system. It was quite natural for something such as a machine to overheat due to over use, but it wouldn't be easy to compare that to an advanced andriod. "I'll let you guys know when the captain is fully operational through earpiece, all he need is a new one of those cooling things installed into his system, and hopefully he's ready to go" Shinjo says as he would see them carrying the mantis out of the war room. Once they would leave he would begin to turn the captain over.


This situation made him feel awkward before even more disturbing moments occured him, he shook his head and would find a button on it's back, so he began to open it, and soon steam came about, and managed to come in contact. It did quite sting a little bit as if placing a hand ontop of the oven below 360, "Damn it glad my reflex is at it's best. This sure does need a new cooling system" he said. With further ado he grabbed some metal gloves that was in a drawer on his right side, and carefully taking out the seemingly out once cooling system that surely overheated.


"What a drag" he placed them carefully on the floor to place them perfectly straight, and after that he took the metal gloves out. "Now then I'd assume more of those things would be in his room, but where his it exactly" He questions. Shinjo placed his index finger on the rightside of his ear which lays upon the earpiece or headset, this would contact any one who is holding any communication device "Um, question where is andro's room?" He ask, while sitting on the table near the turned over captains feet.

Tags: Anyone in ship​

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[Anaxileah]

Health (95/100)

Tag: @Alstromeria @Hanjizoe Character's Mood: Worried/Guilty User's Mood: Happy-ish Location: Infirmary Inventory: Water Satchel

Ayta manipulated the water suspending the insect-like humanoid in the air with her one hand, moving her into the Infirmary as Ayta conversed with Mingo. She had been watching Mingo speak as the three of them entered the Infirmary, but focused her gaze on the unconscious being as she lowered her to the ground, seeing that the cots were too small for the large creature. Once she lowered the creature fully, she brought the water back to her satchel and closed it tightly, keeping her hand on the container, her knuckles almost white. When Mingo responded to her worry, she did as he asked and looked at him.


"Odívej se na mě. Hluboké nádechy , jo? Všechno bude v pořádku , a to zejména pokud jste uvolněný." Ayta nodded at her fellow Chordation, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, then repeating the process a couple times. After she took some time to calm herself down, her dots had dimmed in their glow, and she smiled at Mingo faintly, embarrassed for her behavior, and murmured a small, "Děkuji." After a short, quiet, moment between the two, Ayta moved from where she had been leaning against the counter and removed a syringe from one of the drawers, then retrieved a green vial from another. "To je sedativum. Je třeba ji zachovat i nadále, ale ona může probudit." Ayta gestured to the vial, then inserted it into the syringe, then proceeded to inject it into the intruder's bicep.


When she finished injecting the liquid into the insect-like humanoid, Ayta glanced towards the body bag that held Markus' body. She looked away as immediately as she looked at him, biting her lip and holding back tears. She brought her hands to her face, letting out a shuddered breath, then noticed that her face was sticky with her dark blood. "Oh..." She lowered her hands and walked to the sink, washing her hands off and then wetting a washcloth to wipe the blood from her face. Once she finished she began dressing her head wound, keeping an eye on both Mingo and the insect woman. Not a moment later did a young voice come through the earpieces asking a question. "Um, question. Where is Andro's room?" Shinjo's voice crackles through, and Ayta brought a hand up to her ear to reply politely, "Captain Andro's room is close to mine, near the rerest of the ship, same level we're on, which is the one you're already on." She spoke softly, glancing back at Mingo.
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[Alstromeria]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Infirmary


»

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/


HEALTH:

97/100

MINGO


Mingo was so concentrated on the creature that he hadn't even noticed the body bag on the way in. It was tossed to the side, probably by the creature, but probably the main reason he hadn't noticed it was because Mingo was inwardly thinking as always. His mouth opened slightly when he saw who was inside. "Markus? Markus is dead?" Mingo exclaimed, the initial shock making him switch back to english. The two had been friends, but like with most people, Mingo wasn't especially close with him. The human had shown him respect though, understanding what combat was like. Markus had served in the military for a time. What would happen to his little girl back on terran? However, there was little time to grieve, as the insect was waking up.

MISSION:

» N/A


LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Infirmary


»


WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/



HEALTH:

68/100

GRAFFINK


Ugh. Her body ached. All over. It was tingly in a way, but it was a harsh tingle. And not at all pleasant. Remembering what had just happened, Graffinks eyes snapped open, their pale blue iluminating the depths of her cold exoskeleton. "VRrrrr? Rapshhhhhh inshhhhhhipishhhh hrrrrem, She growled beastly. "Mrrrrrrimmmmm shrapshhhh..." She felt numb. That was it. Looking around the room, she recognized this as the place she had found the dead pink fleshy one. She tried sitting up, but was immediately pushed back down by a blue fleshy one. "RRRRRRRAAAAAAAMISHHH-" she began, but stopped as she recognized it as the one who she had tried to kill. And failed. No other being could say that. Afterall, they were all dead. She tried to move, but she felt heavily sedated. Observing a needle on the counter, her assumptions proved correct. Instead of struggling, she just stared defiantly back at the blue fleshy one. This one was strong. This one deserved respect. And honor. She assumed the tattoos on its arms and chest signified as much.


"Eeeeeeeaaaaasy easy easy. Don't try to get up." it said slowly. Graffink recognized the language as english. It was a language she had never spoken, but had read. She tried to determine if it knew Vols instead, as she could speak that one well. "Watashi ga iu koto o wakarimasu ka?" she asked. Given the blank stare on the blue one's face, she switched to english. "I am mantis. Fought well, you. Much respect, blue fleshy one. You no go squish today." She said, nodding respectfully as well as she could from her position. The blue one raised its eyebrows. Graffink reasoned she had introduced herself wrong. "Ah, I am mantis. Mantis Graffink. Graffink I am. Blue fleshy one fought well," she repeated. The blue ones eyebrows did not go back down, but he nodded, so she must have said something right. However, his arms remained pinning her down, that she couldn't do much about. "Blue fleshy one make Graffink... Not good." She gestured to his restricting appendages. "Blue fleshy one hurt." The blue fleshy one said nothing, but looked at something out of Graffinks field of vision.


Mingo really didn't know how to take this. He looked to Ayta for help. She was the captain untill andro was functional, she should decide what to do with this... Thing.

 

[Susanoo]

Shinjo Keishishimi

Location: War Room || Command Station

Captains Cabin/back to War Room


With: @SachiGrl

During his contact with anyone available, he is seen outside of the war room, leaning against the wall, soon a feminene voice was heard, and he noticed it was that ayta chick. "Captain Andro's room is close to mine, near the rerest of the ship, same level we're on, which is the one you're already on" Shinjo heard her words soft, and clear. Though instead of him responding back he ended up going to his exact destination thanks to ayta's information. Shinjo started to walk through the hallways, and came across the command station after, several steps


into the command station he would then exit out of it with the door sliding open, as he enters another part of the hallway heading towards the captains room, which should be straight down assuming to make a sharp left. Finally once her turned left he would then find himself infront of the captains room.


The Door was slightly open revealing a small-scale of light within the room, shinjo then opens the door displaying the inside of his room. It was quite different from the other rooms, but as expected nothing less due to the fact that anybody who is a higher rank would get better quality and, more praise.


Once he enters the room he would look for a cooling system for the captain. His eyes started scanning the room, and would searching through the closet, and bingo two of them. There's quite a lot of them to help him get through his day without overheating, and also a mechanic to aid him whenever there is some problems since he is a machine. Once shinjo collected the two systems he then exits his room, and makes his way to the captain.


After some time walking back to the war room he was already exausted, but that didn't bother him. He wanted to get this done, and quickly, so he wouldn't hear the crew mates complaing about why the captain ain't back online yet. So without any destractions, the back of the captain was opened, and it didn't take much long to instal the two cooling system that was needed to get the captain back online. Shinjo witness flashing blue lights from the captains body, and after a couple of seconds or so he was online.


And there shinjo awaits andro's response.

 

[Irina Peltavaskiy]

Irina Peltravaskiy

MISSION:

» Board the Ship

LOCATION:

» Outside the Battleship


» Inside Transport Vessel


» Co-Pilots Seat

WITH:

» N/A

HEALTH:

100/100

Irina looked woke to the sharp pitched squeaking of the piloting artificial intelligence, her left lip corner twitching down in annoyance at the rude interruption of her rest. She grumbled at opened her right eye slowly, followed gently by her left eye. She looked to her left at the empty pilot's seat and addressed the AI controlling the craft; Adrian was it's designated name.





"Adrian.. What's with the alarm is it a collision course, or what. I said I didn't want to be disturbed."


In turn the AI responded in a happy, overly exaggerated so, voice, causing the passenger to grimace





"Well, madame, we are approaching the intended target, I was wondering if I may cast permission to board and/or dock."


"Of course.. tell them it's a.. 'new' member."


She shook her head at the use new, but it'd more than likely get her on faster. With great impatience she listened for the return broadcast from the Captain on the deck, if he was there..


She popped out of her seat and dropped down the staircase leading to the small compartment below the flight deck in the smaller vessel. She grabbed her duffel, slinging it across her left shoulder, letting the weight dig the canvas strap into her shoulder. The pain was offset thanks to the padded shoulder of the leather 'bomber' jacket, her nameplate displayed on her left breast, and on her right shoulder bore the 6-10 shoulder patch. Directly above it was a less than standard arc, sewn in, it said in all capitalized and emboldened letters: Pugilist.


Her gloved hand reached for a second duffel, even heavier than the other one. It was more of a rucksack than a duffel and it was laden with several weapons, and various personal effects. Her groggy head was slowly warming up and clearing out the cobwebs, her gears turning to figure out how to explain why she had taken such a large hiatus, sharing wasn't exactly her favorite.


Adrian popped on above the intercom in that same, cringe worthy voice;





"The deck is sending out a transmission right now, I'm sure it's permission to board."


While this had all happened the small craft had drifted to the docking mechanism of the battleship and the extension docking system had deployed, waiting to connect to the battleships air-lock. Irina was growing ever more impatient. What the hell was taking them so long. Her fingers gripped and ungripped the canvas strap of the duffel in anticipation. It'd been a while.

 

[SachiGrl]

MISSION:

» Confiscate all tapping devices and find the culprit who installed them

LOCATION:

» Phi're


» Communications Center, Sector 6


» Building 200

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/@Alstromeria

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/ &

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/34938-elderberry/@Elderberry

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/34938-elderberry/

HEALTH:

100/100

Phi'gora stood before Duck pensively. After a few minutes she feels she has gathered an idea of why Sector 6 Communications' System was being hacked. They must have an interest in Terran Import and Export on planet Phi're... she thought to herself. Duck was already back to doing his work, ignoring the pensive blonde woman standing by him. This guy is so freakishly into doing his work... she twisted her mouth to the side as she eyed him in a bewildered manner, her eyes wide and brow arched. Her thoughts were interrupted when Jaenko spoke through her earpiece. "Ew, who's that voice?" she joked. Then she gritted her teeth when he belatedly told her there was a bug in Miss Aura'ra's computer station. "You got to be kidding me," she scoffed. "I was just there," she huffed irritably. She stomped out of Duck's room, smacked behind Jaenko's head, and went into Aura'ra's room. Well, only if she could.


"OPEN THE DOOR LADY!!" Phi'gora roared. She knew the fiery Elven would do such an inappropriate thing at an inappropriate time. "Aren't you done here?" Phi flashed Jaenko a dirty look, then responded, "Yeah, but we found something else. Now, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" There was silence. Many eyes within building 200 was peering in Phi's direction. Her patience was running thin with this one, but finally, she heard a click of a door. Her angrily tighten fists loosened as she opened the door and walked in nonchalantly. "Oh," she said as she bent over reaching underneath the desk, touching every ridge as Jaenko mentioned, "I was expecting you to be dressed weirdly with your boss." She snickered. She heard quick tapping of a foot behind her. Someone's annoyed... she laughed again at the thought. "OH MY GALAXY, Jaenk," she spoke her frustrated voice through the earpiece, "Aren't you supposed to be doing... HUH?! Whoa.. Okay I found a black weird shaped thing." Purposefully, bumping her should into Na'nahni to piss her off more. "WATCH IT!!" she growled.


It was only a matter of seconds, the she was behind Jaenko's head and she smacked it again before handing him the black piece of technology. From what she recalled underneath the tech was engraved 'S.10.' She placed herself in a traditional thinking pose. One arm was crossed around her waist while the other hand held her head in an upward tilt. She hummed curiously as she was trying to put all the pieces together.

Dory Android125


Creek. Whir. Click. Creek. Whir. Click. Her face constantly turned to whomever spoke nearby. In her mind, she was smiling at the Nauvon's comment, 'Ain't that the truth, sister.' She couldn't care less about being home. She couldn't believe there was a being so gullible. Although, She was curious about the Sector 6-10 Squad. She closed her eyes momentarily, listening in on their wireless communication. One of their teammates is connecting the dots... she blinked her eyes, but felt uncomfortable with the thought. The Squadron seemed they weren't paying too much attention to their wireless communications. This is good. Apparently, this Sector's Squad is disorganized. She wouldn't have it any other way. Her neck whirred again as Ireythalli seemingly was about to explode on her own team member. Any Android would simply shrug off any mistake a living being would make like the Nauvon before her. It's expected, so why fluster? Dory found herself laughing manically within her mind. This is entertaining. She watched as the red-headed Demonic Elf stormed out of her office, then shifted her attention to Adonis. "Adonis, Sector 6-10 Infanty, pleasure to meet you," she said alas. The raging female Elf didn't give her much chance to talk, "I can provide you any information you desire." Once she tells them exactly where are all the devices, she will gain their trust, and become invincible. While her face was expressionless, she could hear herself laughing uncontrollably in her mind. Once her mind silenced, she decided to begin the trust gaining procedure, "Analyzing data now." The side of her neck was already connected to her computer station, "Logs recommended to search: Building 200: Na'nahni Aurara, Kins Nunez, Airs Boh'rors, Android67532 Style#018, Sora Norelis and Duck Marquin. Building 201: Ernesto Douglas, Samantha Williams, Liz'phi Noalla and Ellendres Alphi'roa. Analyzing data complete."

 

[SachiGrl]

MISSION:

» N/A

LOCATION:

» Battleship


» Upper Deck


» War Room

WITH:

»

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/@Anaxileah

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20259-anaxileah/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/@Alstromeria

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/13627-alstromeria/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/@Hanjizoe

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/32282-hanjizoe/,

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/25584-irina-peltavaskiy/@Irina Peltavaskiy

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/25584-irina-peltavaskiy/

HEALTH:

100/100

As Andro's eyes flickered on, he sat up instantly, face to face with his comrade, Shinjo. His body felt cooler than usual. He open the lid on his upper arm and began typing noisily. He was checking the ship's cameras, inside and out, checking his own vitals, his crew mates vitals, and the progress of his teams mission on Sector 6. He reviewed the history of their wireless communications, tracking their progress.


"Good work," he praised Kei monotonously.


His emotions were still offline.


"Since Markus passed, I took the liberty to hire a new recruit," he displayed a visual of Irina's ship who was awaiting approval to enter.


"Head to the lower deck and activate the retractable ramp."


He leaped off of the War Room's table and stood at a decent height before the human mechanic. With his emotions unavailable, he was always straight to business. There was no time to beat around the bush or care for the emotional well being of others. There was just work for Andro. That was how he was programmed. Though, deep down inside him, he knew this was wrong or simply felt off. Hence, why he programmed emotions into himself, but his old crew was already set in believing he was cold and blunt. And so that is why he got a new crew five years ago, so far his emotions allowed him to build a decent relationship with his squadron. On the other hand, he saw how emotions can be hazardous and he often had to shut them down during missions or tragic events. Andro wanted to be, not only a balanced human, but also a balanced Android.


"Second in Command," he began to speak authoritatively to Ayta through her headset.


"Who's that in our infirmary?"

Sector 6-10 Battleship