Futuristic Starpath: Burning Sails [IC] [CLOSED]

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Unlike the last time Yolandi entered the med-bay, there are no needles scattered about, and Typhon isn't doping up on anything. Instead, he appears to have his head tilted back and is applying bandages on his nose to stop the bleeding. Noticing someone walked in, he turns to see who it was.

"... What do you want?" he grunts.

“Shuren, I get that you were angry during that moment. And you had every right to, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to hit people even when people hurt you verbally. I know it sounds weird, but I think you and Typhon should apologize each other and get this whole thing cleared up. I don’t want you or the Doc to get hurt because of all this mess.”

"Oh I know, it's just... he said something I... didn't like hearing. And I do want to apologize, but I don't know what to say to him." Underneath his mask he's sweltering, so he puts down his hood and takes it off so he can wipe his forehead a bit.

 

[Frankafurter]

Yolandi steps in and closes the door behind her, "Well, I've been meaning to get my wounds checked up on because I think Daniel thought he could just stitch the burn holes shut and you already know my story about why that doesn't work." She walks over and sits down on one of the exam tables, "So when you're done fixing your busted nose, I'd appreciate you welding me up again." She pulls her coveralls down to her waist and waits, not removing her tanktop just yet. She watches him idly, "You should be careful with what you say to people, even if it's just you trying to get under their skin to get a leg up in the game. People have been killed for lesser beefs as I'm sure you know."

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Typhon exhales. "Yeah. I know. I've seen that myself, I don't care if it gets me killed too." he dismisses. "But... I just thought he knew it was all just part of the game." He pulls out the same iron he'd been using on the other synthetic members of the crew. It sparks to life quite literally and starts examining Yolandi for the holes. "So how much of it did you see?"

 

[Doomevil]

“I know.” Nara looked down, trying to cheer him up a bit. “People get called things they don’t like, including me.” She pointed towards herself but alas that was for another time.

“I’m usually not good at mending the fence either. But I think saying sorry for a mistake is the right step, even if it doesn’t look like it’s the correct path or if the person doesn’t appreciate it at first. Umm...” Nara’s eyes shifted to the side.

“There’s a saying within the Lythian people that every moment is a reason to never give up on the people you care about, good or bad. I know you don’t know much about the Doc but he has to be caring enough to Doctor our wounds for a living.” Nara let out a weak smile.

 

[Dmaster]

"It is only natural to react in such a way when one's integrity or honor is insulted " Shun chimes in. "Yet the captain would much rather we do not intervene in our own ways, unfortunately. As a team working together we have to stay dedicated to our goal, focus on our commonality rather than what divides us." He explains, looking out at the ocean now.

"While it is not integral for you to apologize to someone in as sorry a state as Typhon - I advise you wait for him to approach you. As the instigator it is only proper he sees the error of his ways first. From there you could apologize for the reaction, if you so choose."

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

I know you don’t know much about the Doc but he has to be caring enough to Doctor our wounds for a living.”

"I understand, but... I feel like what caused this to happen is that he doesn't know much about me."

 

[Doomevil]

“Well, maybe it’s better to explain it to him so this type of situation won’t happen again. I wouldn’t know your way of life or customs, just keep in mind and correct people if there’s any offense. I wish I was telepathic but I can climb instead at least!” Nara raised up her claws, showing off her hands to lighten up the mood.

 

[Frankafurter]

"I was smoking a cigarette up on the landing pad and saw you eat shit from that grand slam he nailed. Came down and pulled him away from you about the time you woke up. He was trying to wake you up himself and he was pretty panicked. I think whatever you said set him off in a way he wasn't really entirely in control of himself. What'd you even say to him?" Yolandi lifts her tanktop up to let Typhon see the stitched up burn holes from the assault drone lasers, "The tissue underneath is pretty much healed, it's just I don't think he realizes that the surface itself needs to be sealed up with an iron." She sighs, glancing at the iron as it sparks into life, "If only the tech that made me into me didn't leave my skin some sort of thin membrane. Please use a local before you go burning the holes shut by the way. The overskin doesn't have much sense of touch in it but what's left of my actual skin is quite sensitive to sharp temperature spikes."

 

[Dmaster]

"Telepathy unveils much about a person's character. Certain parts of the psyche that are best buried, revelations and hidden motives that are sometimes better left unknown." Shun clarifies, still staring out into the ocean. "Every wandering thought, observed and picked apart without the other party knowing at times. An incredible burden. Yet when harnessed proper... so incredibly useful." he concludes, helmeted visor looking to Nara before slowly looking back to the horizon.

Perhaps he wasn't the greatest for these sorts of talks.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“Well, maybe it’s better to explain it to him so this type of situation won’t happen again.

"That's probably what he wants. But I don't think he'll like hearing it."

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"Damn, Yolandi. I thought you were tougher than that." he jests. The local anesthetic goes in first, naturally. As he waits for it to kick in after administering it, he starts explaining what happened.

"Now, as I performed surgery on his back the other day, I saw that he had these really nasty looking scars all over that I think he wanted to keep a secret. Not just from me, but from everyone." The hissing noise of the iron punctuates his words. "Me, being the absolutely kind doctor that everyone just loves, I had to get a better look to see if I do something about it. It all looked like someone went absolutely apeshit on his back. You would've puked seeing it since it's probably one of the worst cases I'd ever seen. But just below his neck, he had something burned into him. I don't know what it is, but it looks too smooth... too deliberate to be natural." He wheels over to the counter, getting some disinfectant. "So, I teased about the possibilities to him during the game. You know, I thought he'd been some poor boy who drew the short strick, got conscripted, and saw too much action. Didn't do shit until I called him a slave. And now here we are."

 

[Frankafurter]

Yolandi gives him a look of 'you-should-know-better' and sighs, "Look, it's one thing to just talk shit, but you should be more mindful of people's situations when you do. I think you crossed a line with him and sort of poked a mental hornet's nest and he just snapped. You should honestly apologize to him and just sort of talk it out so that kind of thing doesn't happen again." Yolandi wrinkles her nose slightly at the smell of her synthflesh being seared shut, she never got used to the smell of it. The smell of burning rubber and plastic with some metallic tang mixed in just never settled with her. Once Typhon is finished with all his work of cleaning, sealing, then cleaning again, she gets dressed up again and heads for the door, "Thanks for welding me up, I gotta get back to the landing pad where Karina and the Kanad are doing tests for their stuff. I already strayed too far for too long and chances are they're waiting around wondering what's taking me so long."

 

[Doomevil]

"Maybe. But being upfront about it can help sometimes. Don't feel bad if someone reacts negatively to you, but be positive you're being honest. You're only one guy." Nara shrugged.

"If worse comes to worse, we got your back. Right Grommy?" She turned to the rockman who quickly raised an OK gesture. He smirked to assure things are going to be alright.

"Definitely. We got you."

 

[Infab]

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Out on the ocean, not far from the coastline where the others had been playing games or lounging around was Drav, sitting on one of the boats with a fishing rod and a small radio. Usually when she had nothing important to do or when she wasn't tinkering with firearms and other weaponry, she found herself out here. Really the only thing that reminded her of back home, plus it was relaxing. She had already caught two buckets full of large fish for the group to cook and eat. The good ones, not the poisonous ones that seemed to lurk about in the area. She had seen Vance head into the water earlier. She hoped he didn't drag up anything nasty when he came back out.

She glanced towards the beach where it seemed like there was a commotion going on. Shuren had smacked Typhon with something. She shook her head. The doctor must have did something wrong, because it wasn't like Shuren to do something like that. He usually seemed really nice and focused on his technical work. She sighed, before glancing up. Aesha was out an about in her fighter above, giving the recently repaired ship a test run. It hadn't taken as much damage as Olivia's fighter had, so it was far quicker to repair. A testament to Aesha's skills as a fighter pilot. Soon, Aesha was heading back to the coast to land. Drav's attention was snatched back to her rod as she felt the line get tugged. Another one. She quickly jerked it back and began to reel it in quickly.

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Roku twitched yet again, as the collar beeped loudly. "Piece of fucking shit." he spat, sighing and putting down the tools he had in his hand. He had spent the past few days trying to remove the collar himself, usually failing and running the risk of blowing his own head off. He just wanted the damn thing off. He had just about enough of the thing, beeping even when he slept wrong. And he had just about enough of the threats from the others. Drav, Lauren, Shun, Petar. Fuck 'em. Especially Petar, for coming up with this damn collar idea. He wished he could just grab his pistol and shoot the fucks, but he knew he'd be gunned down by the others on the crew. Like that Karina bitch. She seemed perfectly fine with killing...well, anything.

He calmed himself for a minute, and tried again. Maybe if he could remove the explosives inside the collar, he wouldn't have to worry about it detonating. That's what he was attempting this time. There were a few screws and wires that he needed to remove, which was what he was doing. He had already removed most of the screws leading to the payloads, so now he was removing the screws holding the wires down. Carefully, he unscrewed the last few remaining screws, and pulled them out slowly. Then...he simply tugged the wires out of the collar.

Much to his surprise and shock, the panels which concealed the explosives on the collar fell off. And inside...was nothing. They had fucking lied to him. There were no explosives in the collar, and the beeps had been just to scare him straight. Those motherfuckers. He didn't even bother unlatching the device, really. He grabbed his laser pistol, cocked his head to the side, pressed the muzzle to the bottom of the collar where the latch was, and fired off several shots. Melting the latch and breaking it off. He then snatched off the collar and flung it across his cabin. "FUCKING SHIT." he said aloud, sitting there at the desk and glaring at the broken device.

He sat there quietly afterwards, before eventually standing up and grabbing the device. He was going to have a word with the captain. He holstered his pistol, then moved out of the cabin, storming through the crew hall before riding down to the lounge via elevator. A minute later, he was heading down the cargo ramp outside.

 

[Breadman]

Vincent hadn't done much with his share of the loot. He wasn't sure what to even try to do with it. He had some money stored, but this was by far a bigger cut than anything he had gotten so far. Maybe enough for him to start something. He needed to think this through. Lighting a cigarette, he walked the beach weighing his options carefully.
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Petar stopped having his chat with Albert to focus on shooting the targets. His worry was the recoil causing some damage to his ribs, but after a few shots and nothing happening, he figured that it was fine to keep going.

"Look at that." He said looking at the score "Beat my average."

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Well, there’s nothing else for Typhon to do in the med-bay, so he puts his tools away and leaves. On his walkabout the ship, he thinks a little on what Yolandi’s told him. Was he really being that much of a jerk to Shuren? Was he really treading on thin ice by taunting him like that? Was he really the one to blame instead of him?... Is this why he’s despised among the crew?

No. Of course not. It’s just a game that he took too seriously, and Typhon’s far too old to give a shit about it. He’s too old and withered to give a damn about much of anything, really.

But then, down the hall storms Roku; somehow looking even angrier than Typhon did earlier. What’s more interesting is that collar Petar fitted him with is now gone! Did he take it off himself or something? Whatever the case, this ought to be good, so he trails behind him at a distance in anticipation of bad shit going down.

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“Thank you, Grommy, Nara.” says Shuren, feeing slightly better knowing he’s got backup. “I think for now I’ll just sit and think about what I should say.”

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Jericho was tired of just laying in the warm sand. He had to do something, and seeing that weird cyborg somehow beating that weird old androsynth and everyone rushing to aid him wasn't exactly entertaining. He sighed and got up, waving at Shelby as they rushed around the beach. They looked excited, so he'd have to ask them later what was up. For now, he gulped down his margarita, grabbed his towel, and walked back towards the barracks. He noticed someone walking out of the Mordred, and saw that it was Roku. He looked pissed, and he didn't have that metallic thing around his neck anymore. Instead, he was carrying it. Jericho carefully approached him. "You okay there, Alien boy?" he said, pointing towards Roku's neck. "Did Lauren take that thing off?"

 

[Infab]

Roku didn't look to Jericho as he kept walking. "I shot the fucker off." he simply replied, holding up the broken device. There was a clear laser burn on the side of Roku's neck as well, his blue skin scalded and blistered. It looked quite painful. He continued on, moving past Jericho towards the base's barracks. He knew where Lauren was. She had spent all night drinking or doing whatever the fuck she did when she was alone, so she was in the mess trying to get over the hangover.

 

[joshuadim]

"I'm sure you did." Albert said with a chuckle. He took a look around again, Vance seemed to be in an unusually bad mood after leaving the Mordred, probably because of Lucy. But then he noticed Roku exit the ship... Carrying his collar.

"Uh, is he supposed to do that?" Albert asked.

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After leaving the Mordred, to say Vance was in a bad mood would have been an understatement. The very existence of Lucy unsettled him to his very core, and how it reminded him of some of the scientific atrocities he fought back home made him that much more unnerved.

He wanted to be alone, or at least relatively alone, as he swam out into the water. He saw that Drav was sitting in a small boat and decided to pay her a visit. He swam relatively quickly towards the boat and made his presence known. "Mind if I join you?"

 

[Frankafurter]

Yolandi heads back to the landing pad and gets up to the top of it quickly before she checks on Karina. Chances are she's done by now but she waves towards the battlesuit anyways to indicate she's back. She looks over at Zou who's apparently gotten bored enough to go into standby, hunkered down in a corner by the end of the ramp. The Kanad's mech is still here but she's not sure if the little one is inside it or has vanished to a different place to do something else.

 

[EdwardDewey98]

"Oh dear..." Jericho rubbed his fingers into his temple, before following Roku. "Darling, what are you doing? You're going to get your cute face...or lack of face...kicked in!" He tried to grab Roku's arm. "Come on, you need to get that burn looked at by the weird doctor guy."

 

[Dmaster]

Shun shuffles away from the scene now that things died down and his peerless advice fell on deaf ears. That android seemed to have gotten up in a hurry, and that caught his attention. Following the path he took with his eyes he soon met up with Roku, his eyes squinting to examine the Ayr. The cybernetic eyes he possessed zoomed in to grant him more clarity, the obvious lack of his collar and the laser burns on his neck quite evident.

The cyborg tilted his head upward, quite curious as he quietly walked to follow behind the duo. For now he would keep his distance and observe from a good distance, yet he was doing nothing to conceal his presence.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

And this lack of concealment went noticed by Typhon as he turns around, seeing him just standing there and eerily watching both him and Roku.

Wordlessly he shrugs at Shun, and gives him a confused look as he gestures at Roku; indicating he’s just as clueless as to what the cowardly pilot is going to do.

 

[Dmaster]

Shun turned to Typhon and simply nodded. He knew that Roku was a crafty sort, so he had a feeling that the collar would not work as it should in rehabilitating him. The cyborg stood on standby, quite ready to rectify the situation and teach him true discipline.

Slowly he advanced, gaining a bit more distance as he walked away from Typhon's spot in the train of curious crew members.

 

[Infab]

Roku glanced back to Jericho, before pulling his arm away. "I'm going to talk to Lauren." he responded. He then saw that Typhon and Shun were following behind, though at a distance. He had no beef with Typhon, but Shun was one of the ones he hated. He glared at the cybernetic Ayr, before turning about and continuing on. He knew exactly what to do if Shun bothered him. He had a plan for that. Eventually, he reached the door to the barracks and stormed through, walking down the hallway towards the mess.

Eventually, he arrived to find Lauren exactly where he thought she'd be. He walked over, and slung the collar across the table. It collided with her red coffee mug, shattering it and sending its contents across the table. As well as forcing Lauren to look up at him in anger. "There's your fucking collar. Nice trick with the mind games." he spat, pointing at the broken device before her. She glanced down to it. "...What the fuck did you do? Take it apart?" she said, picking it up and looking it over. "Took it apart, saw there wasn't a bomb in it, and then I shot the fucker off." he replied, folding his arms.

She smirked. "Cute." she said simply, tossing it across the table at him. She then sat back on the seat. "So what now? If you're looking to fight me, then I'll beat your fucking skull in." she then said, folding her arms. Roku shook his head. "Let me do my fucking job without you or anyone else lording over me. I've proven to you I can be trusted. The station, the fucking fight at the outpost, getting your asses off that fucking corvette, and the fight in orbit. Did I decide to pussy out? No. I don't need a fucking collar, I don't need a babysitter, I just need trust. Got it?"

Lauren glared at him for a moment, then smiled. "Alright. Nobody will bother you anymore. But if you DO decide to try and run, I'll kill you myself." she said. Roku nodded after a moment. "Alright. And I'll even let you do it. Now, can I go shoot that motherfucker that tried to break my arms and legs?" Lauren chuckled at the request, grinning. "Look at the balls on you! Spend a few weeks with a fake bomb around your neck, and now you're a proper man. No, you can't kill our navigator. But if he does try to fuck you up, you have my permission to fuck him up."

Roku glanced towards the door at the end of the room, then back to Lauren. "Good enough for me." And with that, he turned about and headed for the exit. Lauren grinned as he walked away. "Well, that worked wonderfully." she said to herself, before looking at the table where her coffee cup lay in shards. "...dammit, now I need a new coffee mug."

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Drav glanced over to the side of the boat, where Vance had climbed up, and simply patted the seat next to her. "Rod in trunk." she said simply, pointing towards the trunk in the boat behind her. "Those fish good. Don't catch grey ones. Poisonous." she stated, as she motioned towards the two buckets full of blue fish next to her as well.

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"I was wondering where you went. About to start the firing tests." stated Karina, glancing over to Yolandi. She then walked across the landing pad, slowly at first then faster into sort of a jog. She also hopped and jumped a few times to test how the battlesuit landed. Then, she took aim at the sheet metal targets that had been set up on her side of the platform (as Vixaya and her mech had the other side to work with.) "Tell me when." she stated.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Well, that went better than Typhon expected. Though he felt the need to reassure Lauren in case he tries this shit again. He pops in to telll her this.

“Between you and I, he gets this uppity again, just give me the word and I’ll do it.”

He makes a cutting gesture across his forehead.