Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"It's fine; I get it." he waved it off. He glanced around for a place to wash himself off. "I'm 'Tin. Does that mean your real name is Natasha? Or are you literally named Tasha?"

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

"You afraid of a little action in the bunk room, Chris" she said jokingly as she finished her bowl. She saw the little kid come in and smiled at him, "Hey there, Tin."

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"Hi," he flashed a hand like a wave. "Who are you?"

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

"You can consider me a friendly Space Angel who lost her wings recently, and your Captain was nice enough to save me. You can call me Sasha." She smiled at the boy as she asked Tasha for seconds. "You're pretty good in the kitchen, the next time we make port I'll have to grab a few things and make you a special dish as thanks. I'm pretty decent in the kitchen myself." She knew that the ingredients used for the beef stew were simple enough, but she knew people who could ruin even the simplest of dishes. 
"Have I met everyone on this vessel, I feel like there should be more you guys."

 

[Zalban]

Chris laughed and gave her a smirk. "Action in the bunk room is always a good time Angel. But for some reason I don't think it'd be the fun I'm thinking of." he finished off his food and cracked his neck. "I dunno if you've met everyone or not, but you want to go get your gear now? Maybe I'll even let you have a gun."

 

[Yang]

Tasha blinked, and looked back at Tin. "Um.... I dunno. I never asked."


She turned to Chris and Sasha, groaning.


"Guys, save it for later. And Sasha, that'de be great. I don't think you've met Thrace, but he has to rest right now, RIGHT?!?" She shouted the last bit to the cockpit.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace grunted, and pulled himself up out of the cockpit, He muttered, "Should have dropped a concussion bomb in the wreckage... or at least a mine..." He sighed and limped into the common area, gripping the upper railing of the ship's interior he held himself off of his bad leg, nodding to Tasha, "Got anymore of that? I need some stimulants, If It's a concussion, I cant sleep for a day or..." That's when he noticed the new arrival, his face dropped, and he froze for a moment, pain forgotten, he reached behind himself before an eye would be able to follow, He was a pilot, so he was fast, and he had been trained as a solider, he'd gotten a sidearm as soon as he'd escaped from prison, and now, it was in his hand, pointed squarely at Sasha's head, his eyes dark and cold again, he took a frontal defensive stance, the firearm's charge primed with a whine and he gazed down the length of the firearm at his target, his voice issuing out as cold as an ice nebula's core, "Give me a reason Terrorist, One reason, Why I shouldn't dust you... I know Exactly who you are, You don't spend years in prison and not hear about Mahbed the Murderess..." His body was locked, rigid, he was on pure adrenaline, he knew that in any other situation, putting a firearm on this legend would land him dead, but right now, fear gripped him, and his training put the gun in his hand, rationality and the proper flight response was gone from him.

 

[Zalban]

Chris laughed and pointed his spoon to Thrace. "See, someone had the same idea I did at first." He stood slowly and looked into Thrace's eyes. "If you want to kill a terrorist you'll probably need to gun me down too, besides I've lost friends to this girl don't get in over your head." With a smile he placed his hand on Thrace's shoulder. "Leave it be."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha raised her brow as she stared down the barrel of his gun. "Apparently my reputation proceeds me." She was glad she didn't have her gun because the mess hall would've turned into a shoot out salon, "haven't heard that name in a while." She calmed down a bit as Thrace stepped in. "That would be my reason." She grinned slyly as she rose from her seat, just in case he decided to act. She hated the fact that she was unarmed at the moment, but she would still do what needed to be done if it came to it. "I prefer the name Sasha."


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[Kazanna]

Thrace didn't move, didn't react to Chris, and barely reacted to Sasha's words, his face was cut from stone as he stared at her, his finger on the trigger. After a long minute, he looked at her hard, his voice still ice cold, "Sydney... Were you the one that destroyed the shipyards there... or was it just something they blamed on you, because I know, I KNOW, what they do to people like you, But was it you, or was it the Federation." There was strain in his voice, emotional strain that burned in him, like she was connected to something that had to do with him.

 

[Zalban]

Chris groaned. "You can ask the question without the gun to her head Thrace. Put it down and talk to her at least, It's not like she could take all of us here she's too smart to try too."

 

[Yang]

Tasha looked over at Thrace, and shook her head disapprovingly. He needed to go to bed, but she knew that he needed to sort this out, but she was more on Sasha's side at this point.


Tasha pursed her lips and cleared the table, clearly disappointed and annoyed with all of them.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha thought long and hard about the question...though it wasn't really necessary, because she knew exactly what he was talking about. That wasn't one of her most shinning moments, but to get the job done and get out of there it was something that had to be done, but the look on her face showed that she was trying to recollect the memory. She knew she wasn't going to tell the truth but she also knew that a lie would be easily read, so she decided to go with a half-truth. "Sydney..."her voice showed genuine distress, she really didn't like conversations about her mess-ups, "I was in the shipyards but I wasn't the one who destroyed them all." She glared back at Thrace. "I had a job to do and I was trying to hide out there when all hell broke lose, I figured I could use the shipyards to lose my pursuers, and I was right...but then everything went to hell...and fast." She remembers the devastation vividly, but couldn't remember who or how many innocents or enemies were caught up in the destruction. All she knew is that the destruction of that shipyard helped her to get away, so that was all that really mattered to her.

 

[Zalban]

Chris sighed. "I can collaborate that, a gen two was chasing her. According to the reports she was no where to be found among the ships, however one transport hightailed it out as Janice, the gen two, was moving in to do a sweep. Supposedly she ordered them to stop and they didn't comply. So, she took the shot. One big mistake was that it was an automated freighter that was sending munitions to one of the orbital stations. The resulting blast took out most of the yards." He frowned and his tone was sad, it wasn't the full truth but it was close enough. He coughed and shook his head. "Now you should get some rest alright Thrace?"

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace grit his teeth, his eyes full of anger, he was almost shaking, his whole body, was shuddering, "That... Shipyard... Was my uncle's... He was... That's where..." Thrace's training kicked in, removing the emotion, he suddenly relaxed, and he lowered the gun. He glared at the woman for a long moment, then turned away from her, and made his way towards engineering, exiting the common area, he stepped through the access quarters and made his way through engineering and into the cargo hold, wanting simply to gather his thoughts, to rebuild his mind. He stood before the solid bulkhead, his mind told him, It's made of metal, you cant scratch it, but the emotional, angry teenager that had lost his uncle, the only family he had ever known, told him to destroy it, told him to knock it down with every fiber of his being. He threw a punch, then another, then another, he kept hitting the wall until his knuckles bled, until the wall was red with his blood, and he kept striking the wall, kept pounding his sorrow away until his arms no longer hurt, until his hands were numb. Thrace collapsed to his knee's breathing heavily, he shuddered, unable to find reason in anything, unable to see the logic, but his training kept berating him from all sides, kept his emotions in check until he was alone. There, and then he would break, he would fall apart, and his training would rebuild him, one fragment at a time.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha was a bit startled that he knew that much about what happened, but she didn't allow her face to show her surprise. The fact that he was able to drop details that she had left out told her that more than likely he knew exactly what went down in the those shipyards. She was glad that he hadn't outed her right then and there but it was very hard for her to keep a stone face under these conditions. She wasn't proud about what she did, but she also wasn't necessarily sorry. Her life, more like her freedom, was at stake and she had decided that that took president over everything. She almost audibly sighed as Thrace lowered his gun and walked away, and seeing his distress about the situation made her reflect for a moment on the things she had lost. "Something tells me that I won't be seeing my gun any time soon, huh?" She looked over at Chris with a look that let him know that she knew that he knew.

 

[Zalban]

Chris gave her a stare. "I lost a lot of friends in that hellhole, but the past is the past." he walked briskly out of the common room and down the hallway, taking a left at the end of the hall he pressed the key for the armory against the small holographic reader that rested inside a small alcove within the wall itself. With a whir of recognition a door revealed itself. As it slid open he walked briskly into the dark room and emerged a few moments later with a black bag filled with what he assumed was Sasha's things. Closing and locking the door he made his way back to the common room. "Follow me Angel, we're going through your stuff to check for something dangerous then you can do what you want for the rest of the time." he turned around sharply and headed to the room he had claimed as his own. A long table filled most of it, on this table he set down the bag and a myriad of tools related to weapon and armor repairs and refitting sprang from the edges.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha followed behind him and once she entered his room she cracked a sly grin. "There are other ways to get a girl into your room, ya know?" She was trying to lighten the mood a bit from recent incident. "Will this search also include a strip search?" She slowly got out of the shorts he had given her but she kept the shirt on, placing the shorts on the table. "Appreciate the temporary loans."

 

[Zalban]

Chris didn't let a muscle twitch as she flirted. "Listen, I'm not in the mood to joke around after I had to talk about 'that.' Besides talking about the corps doesn't usually get me in the best of moods." he unzipped the bag. "Take each piece out and lay them on the table."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha figured that this was an inappropriate time for playing around, but the silence and seriousness just made things uncomfortable. She remained silent as she went through her bag. She pulled out her armor first and set it down, her utility belt (containing 6 knives, 6 kunai, and the handle of a sword

...all of which she had retrofitted with a high density plasma coating around the blades to make the cutting and piercing power more destructive) next, then her boots, then her custom-made omni tool device that housed the Eye of Osiris

(Eye of Osiris being inside the circular part and visualize the screen being slimmer...about forearm width in size and with a sliding hard cover over it), her comm-device that she wears under the suit, her pistols

, her smg

(Minus the N7 tag...Emblem is of a skull with angel wings), and lastly her bio-suit and her hooded cape. She stood silently as she stared at Chris, waiting for his inspection and approval<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/utilities.jpg.b5a997eac829c7a7ad23b161d6d80f7d.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19341" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/utilities.jpg.b5a997eac829c7a7ad23b161d6d80f7d.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/osiris.jpg.8583609f92b75e387e1f3ff51da988aa.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19342" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/osiris.jpg.8583609f92b75e387e1f3ff51da988aa.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/pistols.jpg.0009dcd5c410ab8e15385fcdb166031f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19345" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/pistols.jpg.0009dcd5c410ab8e15385fcdb166031f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/57a8bf553fc54_N7HurricaneSMG.png.93672fe586b9b879f40b0c38b41dfb40.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="19346" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_05/57a8bf553fc54_N7HurricaneSMG.png.93672fe586b9b879f40b0c38b41dfb40.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Yang]

Tasha waited till all of them left the kitchen, then walked to where Thrace was.


Her eyes widened when she saw the wall, and she ran over to Thrace, rubbing his back.


"Hey, you can't just keep hurting yourself!"


She grabbed a roll of bandages and gently pried open his fingers, and bandaged his fists.


Then she looked at him and said softly "do you want a knock out pill?"

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace stared at the bulkhead while Tasha dressed his wounds, muttering, "Concussion... Cant sleep for at least twenty-four hours... basic field combat medicine we learned in basic... I've gotten two concussions... one in basic... one in prison..." He sat there, the adrenaline in his system nearly gone, he mutters, "Wont need a knock out pill though... almost... out of adrenaline. She killed him..." He paused and sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment before he turned to Tasha, his face a mix of emotions, "I don't know... if I should walk up to her, and put a shot through her brain, or just... let it go... It was so long ago... and the authorities told me... it was just a sequence of wrong place at the wrong time over and over... but..." He closes his eyes, fighting off the memories of loss, "He was my only family, all I had left..." His shoulders slumped as the adrenaline in his system faded faster.

 

[Yang]

Tasha slapped her forhead. "Right, sorry. Don't know what I was thinking of. Just a little stressed right now, I guess."


She sat down next to him, still rubbing his back.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace shrugs and laughs lightly, "Don't worry about it Tasha... You've saved my life a couple times already... done far more then my behavior has deserved... I'm sorry..." He sighed and looked at his hands, "For causing you such trouble." He admired her work for a moment before snorting, "Well, on the bright side, when, my hands are mended, I'll be able to fly still... Last idiot doctor I had bound my fingers together... had to get the fingers cut apart afterwards, skin had fused together after being bound together so long..."

 

[Yang]

"Eeeeeeewww" was all she had to say teasingly.