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Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

Chris shrugged. "What're we actually doin?" He looked up at the cieling. "If we're going in guns blazing I don't want the doc and I don't want the pilot." He cracked his neck. "Similarly if it'll really be dangerous leave the boy here I can train him for firefights later." He looked to Sasha. "Angel could come, she'd be useful."
 
Thrace raised a brow, glancing at Chris, "I'm a former Military Pilot... Military as in I've had formal weapon training and advanced field survival tactics, What academy do you think I came from, Civilian flight school? Have you ever seen a civilian turn ship too big for the bay around in a perfect three sixty?" He sighs and shakes his head, knowing they were right, he sighs and shrugs, "Tasha and I will go shopping, Resupply the ship, I'll act as her guard, or spouse, or something." He looked to Sasha, "Mahbed, write me up some papers, Tasha's been a good doctor, but this ship isn't equipped for a broken hip, I need in proper medical equipment to repair me." He looks to his captain, "And I'll have the ship ready to go as soon as you get back."
 
Chris groaned. "Don't act like some spoiled brat Thrace, I was just saying with your injuries I don't want you in a firefight." he looked to the captain. "By the way, what's the plan for this whole operation?"
 
Sasha looked to Thrace, "I'll get you that paperwork." She looks to the Captain, "Been waiting to stretch my legs...after I get Thrace what he needs and suit up I'll be ready to go." Sasha was excited to get back to work and her face showed it. She couldn't help but light up when the possibility of danger, thieving, and death were placed before her.


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Chris gave Tin a look. "Who said you were coming along? I don't want you in a firefight yet, so if you go you'll be with the others. However you should stay on the ship."
 
Chris raised an eyebrow "I don't believe you. Besides we need you on or near the ship to keep the engines hot for takeoff." He picked up a stray bolt and tossed it at Tin's head.
 
He dodged it and glared. "Who cares if you believe me? It's true! Besides, I don't believe I'm the only one able to watch the engines."
 
Chris shrugged. "Who said you were the only one? You're just the best one." he laughed. "Listen In a firefight you need to trust the people at your back can take care of you and themselves, if I can't trust you that's enough for me to suggest you stay here."
 
Chris shook his head. "I haven't told you to do one thing, in fact I've even said I was just suggesting it." he shrugged. "And frankly I don't give a damn if you trust me or not, but I'm probably the most capable fighter here.... well maybe Angel, but that's besides the point."
 
The boy simply glared. "Fine." he said, dropping his gaze. "But you just gotta promise me I get to come sometime, okay?" he looked back up hopefully.
 
Sasha scampered off to her room to get suited up and get Thrace the proper papers he would need. She really wanted to get Osiris into the ship's systems but that would have to wait till later. Now, the fun part was about to begin. She quickly got dressed and made sure all her gear was operational still, and after a quick check she came back to find Chris. "Mind making sure my baby can fire for this mission? Don't want to have her jam on me out in the field, that might drop my credibility as #10," she smiled, "I worked real hard for that position and I don't want to fall out of the running for #1 just because of my baby hasn't been properly attended to."
 
Chris gave Tin a nod. "One day." he turned to Sasha and ran a hand through his hair. "You need me to check your SMG? Sure, but I dunno if I can make it tip top in time." he said as he walked to his room and began to disassemble and clean the old gun. "Y'know you can't hit past five right? I mean if you do no one will tell you." he called out to Sasha
 
Sasha laughed. "Yeah, you right. A girl can dream though." She came into Chris's room and propped herself up on his work station. "Just don't want to be #11...must be an irritating feeling to be just shy of the top 10, ya know?" she jokingly laughed. "So how did you all end up together, anyway? What's the story on this crew?"
 
Tasha turned to Thrace and groaned. "Shopping. Uuuuuug. Never one of my strong interests. I like things like fighting, firing guns, helping people, sports, etc. My gosh, do we really need to shop?"


She looked at him with pleading eyes.
 
Chris shrugged as he replaced a worn power cell. "I dunno about anyone else really, but I'm here because I passed my psych exam last year." he smiled and cleaned off the cooling coil with a small stream of water. "In shadow after every 33 missions we complete we are given a psych exam and out SO has to give the all clear. After that you can opt out and go civilian, most people don't even pass the exam." he sighed and pieced the gun back together tossing it to her. "It'll hold out for a few more missions at least before I do an overhaul it'll stay that way. However, after I passed my 3,333 mission my SO decided I should get the opportunity, I passed the exam and shipped out. I wandered around for a few months and decided to put my skills to work again, the bartender knew me from when I was active and told me about a captain lookin for a crew, so I signed on."
 
"Thrace you got 20 minutes before we drop out of LS so be prepared. Our landing zone has already been reserved so all ou must do is fly." Devon left the Common area and went to his room which was the closest looking to a real room in the entire ship. He began to put on his cloths. A long black pants with a assortment of pockets and chains was his first item. The metallic chain hung on his right side and was decorated with multiple grenades and ammo packs. Next he grabbed both of his his TriShot Machine Pistols and placed them on his sides. He finally changed his shirt to a crimson red tank-top covering his arms with his favorite trench coat. Topping it off with a pair of black visors with red outlines. Before leaving the room he snatched his larger Scatter Shot Twin Barrel HMG. And strapped it around his back. Pleased with his dangerous attire he walked infront of his mirror and began combing his hair.


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Sasha listened in earnest, surprised by his long history. She was grateful that he managed to get her gun in firing shape, although she really only used it as a last resort. She caught the gun, thanked him, and then walked back over to her room to change. Slipping out of her clothes she was wearing, she first put on her bio-suit that hugged her body snugly, next was she armor with her personal tags and etchings, then she slung her utility belt around her waist, careful to make sure that all of her pockets and hidden pockets were easily accessible and fully functioning. Her blades were all ready and she made sure that her sword was at the ready as well, next she connected her pistols to the holsters on her hips, then placed her comm-piece on, making sure her eye-piece was fully functional. Lastly, she placed on her gloves and made sure that her personalized unit on her right forearm worked and that Osiris was good to go. After fully checking all her things she draped her cloaked over herself and made sure that it was properly secured before getting to work on the papers that Thrace would need. After some time of getting everthing he would need she walked back into the Common Room where everyone had been and handed Thrace that documents. "These should be able to get you everything you need," she grinned, "and a few extra things, if you feel so inclined."
 
Thrace shrugged at Tasha, "Then stay behind, I'm going to the black market anyway, they're better for criminals anyways." He nodded to Chris, "I need a rifle, with a scope, if you managed to pull a spare out, and any of the field armor those cadets had. Need a light disguise at least." He took the papers from Sasha as she came back. He nodded to her silently then his attention went back to Chris, "As well as any of the junk you guys salvaged." He looked after his Captain and paused, narrowing his eyes, He glanced to Chris one more time, "Start making a Christmas list, get one from everyone before we land, and see if you can at least leave it here, I need to talk to our captain." He passed out of the common room and tapped on the captains door, "Permission to enter Sir?" His old protocol subroutines kicked in again as he started recognizing etiquette.
 
Sasha finished her preparations and smirked down at her handiwork. "Papers are done, things are all in order, and now for some fun." She quickly rechecked all of her things before heading out the door. "I'll have to run Osiris through this baby later, but I guess some field use won't hurt either." She put her hood up and made her way back to the Common Room where she didn't see Thrace but saw the doctor. "When the big guy returns," she hands her the papers he requested, "Give these to him." She went and made herself comfortable and awaited to here when they were heading out.
 
Chris sighed. "Man we have such a bossy pilot." With a shrug he left the common room and down to the cargo bay, snatching up a rifle he looked around for a uniform. "What the hell was he thinking? Armor from the cadets? They don't get any grubby armor." he sifted through a few of the crates and found a stash of old uniforms. He shrugged and grabbed one for his disguise. Reaching around each of the large scrap boxes he attached magnetic clamps t hold them together. Making his way back to the common room he dumped the requested items, minus the armor, onto the table. "Now if anything wants somethin type it up on this holo-pad." he glanced to Sasha. "Angel don't do anything stupid while we're out."
 
Sasha smiled. "It might be hard to believe," She propped herself up on the table, "But bad things usually follow me." She winked. "I don't ever plan for trouble," she pointed to the insignia on her armor, "It just seems to be attracted to me. You'd honestly think that people would respect the crest and just move to the other side of the street or something. Some people just don't understand when they're outclassed, I guess." she swung her feet back in forth rhythmically as she sat on the edge of the table. "I'll have it covered up for the most parts and just stick to the shadows anyway, not much of an assassin if I'm standing out, right?" She began to tinker with her omni-tool a bit
 
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