Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

[Kazanna]

Thrace nodded at her, "Yeah, It was awful! cost me so much to get it fixed, I was only fifteen when it happened..." He sat back against the bulkhead, wiping sweat off of his brow, he stared up at the ships deck plating, then back to Tasha, saying, "What about you? Ever have any bad doctors?" He snorted and laughed at his own stupid question.

 

[Yang]

Tasha laughed. "Are you kidding? I cut my own umbilical cord the doctors were so horrible!"

 

[Kazanna]

Without missing a beat, Thrace laughed and said, "I bet you spanked your own bottom too right afterwards." He smiled at her and sighed, letting his legs play out in front of him, the adrenaline in his system totally gone now, he felt that disgusting hangover feeling, but the fact that Tasha was keeping him company, keeping his mood positive, helped. His smile at her held "Thank you... for dealing with my mess... Your bedside manner is perfect." He looked up at the bulkhead after a moment, his blood still fresh on it, "Think I should clean that? Or should I leave it to remind myself next time I feel like hitting it, that my fists are not as strong as that metal?"

 

[Yang]

Tasha looked at it. 'Well... I don't really want the captain to beat you up, so... I'de say you should clean it up." She smiled cheerfully, got up, and grabbed a wet towel. She passed another one to Thrace and began scrubbing.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace nodded and grunted as he pulled himself up, he took the rag to the surface of the cold metal and slid it over slowly, watching the blood soak into the rag, the metal was almost clean in one pass as he started above the peak of the major blood spatter marks he worked his way down, muttering, "Thank you Tasha..." His eyes were still troubled, but the worst seemed to have passed, he was mulling over in his head how he was going to face the woman who had taken his family from him, if he even could, He worked the blood away, one bit at a time, avoiding soaking his bandages as best as he could, his hands were still slightly numb, but the dull ache of pain was beginning to build, he muttered, "Don't... Even know... what I'm doing anymore..." He snorted and sighed, "How'd you end up in this crew? Nice girl like you doesn't seem like a mercenary to me."

 

[Yang]

Tasha shrugged. "My parents trained me since I was seven. They sent me off to go serve somewhere, and I figured I would try something new. So far I'm enjoying it."


She took Thrace's rag and rinsed them off, then went back to work. "Besides, you don't seem much like the criminal you claim to be."

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace snorted, and shook his head, "It's not a claim, You can look me up in the public databanks, There's a warrant out for my arrest, and the reward is climbing up every day..." He sighs and goes back to scrubbing as she gave the rag back, "I murdered one of my Instructors, he was tampering with my grades... trying to push one of his pets to Valedictorian position, My grades were higher... so he failed me on a couple of tests when any other instructor would have passed me... when I found out..." He shrugged, "Then when I broke out of prison I killed a couple of guards on the way out, stole a ship, and crashed it into a capital class cruiser, I managed to jump into the cruiser's ship bay, steal a small jumper, and make my way to mars... and now I'm on a worn out ship, with a crew of mercenaries and misfits, spilling my guts to the only person on the ship that probably wont end up with their rap sheet in their obituary..." He was working on the blood near the base of the wall, his arms beginning to tire, but there was that training again, forcing him to finish the job.

 

[Zalban]

Chris looked over each of the blades first. He ran one finger against each handle, and his fingernail against the blade. With a shrug he set them down carefully and moved on to the pistols. Simply looking at them he dismantled one and looked over each piece. With a simple sigh he pieced it back together. He turned around and smiled to Sasha. "Y'know Angel I haven't seen one legal piece of hardware yet." He chuckled to himself and slid the SMG to the end of the table, he wouldn't need to look at it. He began to him to himself, it was his own rendition of a violin solo he had on holofilm. He tapped the omni tool and watched it flick to life. With a sigh he shut it down and eyed the armor, quickly finding each of the hidden ports he shrugged and closed them one by one. "Well, looks like you'll get everything 'cept your SMG for now angel. No way I can let that time bomb just sit around. It needs to be cleaned and repaired. Other than that you'll be stayin with me, if I'm given your guns back I guess I should take responsibility. No killing the crew ya hear?"

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

'Tin had been sitting silently the whole time. Finally he spoke. "So..." he trailed, watching Chris. "Sasha and Tasha, huh?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. "That's...cool..." He took a deep breath. "Um....so where are we going, anyway?" he asked.

 

[Yang]

Tasha nodded and stepped back, looking satisfied at the clean wall of the ship.


she turned to thrace. "Okay, now what?"

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha smiled smugly. "They don't tend to sell the good stuff, so if a girl wants the good stuff she has to do some research on her own." She laughed as he mentioned the condition. "I should probably be more vigilant when it comes to taking care of her, I just get caught up in the mods and the tinkering...I appreciate your eye for detail tho." She slowly began to put her things back in the bag as Chris said his last statement. She grinned as she move over to him and leaned into his ear. "So maiming my next aggressor is perfectly fine as long as he doesn't bleed out?" She picked her bag up and turned to leave the room, "I guess it's a good thing this ship has a doctor." She stopped and turned back to Chris. "Mind showing this Angel where she can hang her pitchfork?"


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[Zalban]

Chris sighed and shook his head. "No maiming anyone." he moved past her and pointed across the hall. "There should be an open room there, don't get crazy and if I do hear about you making trouble there'll be hell to pay."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

She walked across the hall before looking back. "Me...trouble...never!" She walked into the room but turned back to Chris. "You gonna break of the handcuffs and whip if I'm naughty?" She raised an eye brow before disappearing into the room and getting comfy.


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[Zalban]

Chris leaned in her door frame and gave her a cold stare. "No, I'd just kill you." he said plainly. "If you want fun, don't do anything to the crew." he shrugged and pushed off the frame. "If you follow the rules maybe I'll make it fun for you."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

She chuckled to herself. "While the bravado is good, I am who I am for a reason. I won't cause trouble...but don't think you alone stand any better of chance than anyone else who failed."


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[Zalban]

Chris laughed. "I never said I'd win, only that I'd kill you." he cocked his head and smiled. "Y'know why I know what happened at the yards? Because I'ma gen three. If the gen sixes do their job no one really knows much about the specifics except those of us who are a part of it. Unfortunately for you gen three's are trained from birth and genetically engineered for combat and infiltration. We were trained to not care about our own deaths or the deaths of others, so it won't really bother me to end the both of us." he shrugged. "I'm one of the few who survived all the shit we did even if you killed me you wouldn't be in any position to fight afterwards."

 

[DeeDiebS]

Time passes on. The Pride gracefully glides through space in a world where light itself is traveling along side them as hey pass through space. Three hours and thirty minutes have gone by and the ship alerts her captain of its imminent arrival into the orbit of the last gas giant Neptune.


The constant beeping yanks Devon from his light slumber. His body slowly re-energizes as he gets back up from his slumber. The hypnotic effects of light speed must have worn him down and put him to sleep. Which was what he expected when he didn't get up from his seat. He stumbled around a little but made his way down the hallway. Shaking his head a few times he finally resumed full control and consciousness over his body. He then made his way to the common area and walked into the middle of the room. "Map. Neptune. Predicted Position, Caluculate. Contact Site Location. Mark. Landing Plateform Area. Register." With one swipe the scaled map disappeared. With there landing site reserved and there course calculated Devon smirked. "Computer emergency evacuation alert, direct all passengers to common area." Suddenly a sharp painful tone was echoed in every room, in every hallway inside the ship. The walls lit up with directional arrows leading to th commom area. Where Devon stood with his hands in his pockets.


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[Yang]

Tasha had been peacefully chatting with Thrace, trying to keep him awake, and covered her ears quickly as the alert went off.


"I guess Devon wants us." She stood up and pulled Thrace up with her, and walked to the common area.


She scowled at Devon. "Was that really necessary?"

 

[Zalban]

Chris looked over his shoulder and sighed. "Looks like we are near our destination. Better head to the common room." He walked slowly to the common room. "so, what's up cap'n

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace rubbed his head, the adrenaline Fatigue was lessened now, but it didn't make the warning alarms any less painful, especially in the solid drum that was the cargo room. He sighed and followed Tasha, shivering slightly at temperature difference when they entered the common area. The bleeding on his hands had stopped, so he sat down at one of the tables and started peeling back the bandages, saying to Tasha, "There wasn't any Anti-Gen in the med locker was there?" It was a simple remedy, but one most ships forgot to restock. He remembered the training runs he had been on, there was never enough to cover up all of the fights, always used up and never reported. After a moment he'd regard Devon, "What's next Captain..." His face was back to being made of stone, his voice back to being cold as ice.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha tossed her stuff down, and headed off to the common room behind Chris. "This crew is interesting, I think I may like it here." she said in her head as she trailed behind Chris. "I wonder what kind of mischief you all are up to?" she said in a low and excited tone.

 

[DeeDiebS]

"The kind that will eventually kill us all." Devon retorted back with a smirk."Ok, granted we all have been acquainted with each other i'll keep this simple. No emotional hindrances. I don't give a damn how much you've gotten to know each other. My pay check won't be jeopardized because Thrace got shot in the leg and Sasha won't leave his side." Though his voice was rough, cold, and chalice though he smiled a little at Thrace and Sasha. This mission was Devon's frist chance to make a large sum of money, he wasn't going to let it go easily. "Neptune is a gas giant as all of you know, so where landing on Sky City Chanoon. Once there." He paused knowing that the discussion he was about to make could ruin everything. Chris was coming by default, his weapons experience were assets that wherd required. So who would come with them. Thrace is unpredictable and reckless, but he was too much of a risk incase he would passout. Sasha would be perfect for more firepower but Tasha and Thrace might get distracted with each other. Tasha would be perfect incase anyone got injured but Sasha would kill Thrace in his current state if he attacks her. The options all had there pros and equally there cons. The choice rested on his judgement. So with deep thought and consideration Devon did what any captain would do."So who wants to go down with me and Chris to add to their bounty." His sly remark was nothing more than a cry of desperation.


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[Kazanna]

Thrace shrugged at his captain, nodding to him, "I'm a bit useless till my leg gets set up, but I know the station will have a proper medical bay, but I'm going to need documents." He looked to Sasha, and said flatly, "Someone like you probably has some empty fakes saved away. Mind lending me a few. Everyone but the Doc is going to need them soon." He looked back to his captain and said, "I don't mind working with her, I don't plan to kill her, and knowing what's going on between us will keep us both professional I'm sure." He glanced to Sasha again for a moment, "Plus, Your going to need a capable pilot. So I'm in right after I get through medical. If that's acceptable."

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"What do I get to do?" the ginger grinned. "Where are we going? A mission?" he rubbed his nose. His hair was a bit spiky and out of sorts.

 

[Yang]

Tasha thought carfully. The most useful thing she could really do was tend to people's wounds, and she was pretty sure that all of them knew basic medicine handling.


She smiled at Devon. "I don't think I'll be much use out there. I'll hang back and... I dunno, pickle the pears you brought back?"


She shrugged, but glared at Thrace. "And HE shouldn't be going anywhere for the next few days."


She turned back to Devon. "As the ship's doctor, I plead that you don't make Thrace go. It's not healthy with a concussion and his ankle."