Futuristic Times have changed, but not really [IC][CLOSED]

[Raku]

Captain : Sunstone
First Mate : Axel The Englishman
Tech Specialist : archur
Tech Specialist : @MatTamMax
Pilot : Wandering Grim Hollow
Pilot : Detective Rascal
Engineer : Open
Engineer : Open
Engineer : Open
Engineer : Open
Lead Grunt : H HeckingHeck
Lead Grunt's Assistant : ONI
Grunt : Lord Potato
Grunt : Sir Basilisk
Grunt : Open
Grunt : Open

OOC chat here

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/times-have-changed-but-not-really-ooc-open.332451/

Another day, another mission. Gerard was "busy" typing away at his keyboard checking ship schedules in his "office". He was trying to find routes close to them so they didn't have to overuse the warp engine. He was also looking for ones that had scheduled rests near their ship as well. He did find a potential target. It was a Nova Enterprises, a weapons manufacturing corporation, freighter that would be stopping roughly 6 AUs from their current position. It would be a promising take. Those weapons would sell well on the black market. He would break the news to the crew soon. He slid the mask on and continued scrolling through charts.

 

[Sir Basilisk]

It was curious, his involvement with this band of pirates. As Kimber Sinclair sat alone in his quarters glossing over the pages of some otherworldly pulp novel, he found his thoughts wandering back to the day he decided to join up with this crew of scourging marauders.

It had been nearly a month ago that the pirates walked into his life. They found him during one of the lowest points in his entire existence in an offworld watering hole, trying to drink his troubles away after being rejected by the third crime syndicate he had attempted to render his services to.

He was broke, lonely, and if he were to be honest, afraid for his future. He had dropped out of college a mere six months prior on an impulsive whim and had been roaming his corner of the galaxy, trying to find an oppurtunity in the interplanetary underworld. However, despite his unwavering determination, no organization wanted him due to his young age and corresponding lack of experience. In the end, he had gotten nothing but a collection of no's, screw offs, and threats on his life.

But, when the pirates showed up to the bar to recruit heads for their crew, he saw his chance. In a moment of both relief and desperation, Sinclair found himself offering his help immediately, assuring his soon-to-be employers that he would take up any position that needed filling.

Through what Kimber saw as a moment of supernatural providence, the crew accepted his offer and took him under their wing as one of their own. They set him up as what he called a "professional lackey." His job was simply to be another man with a gun who didn't ask questions and did as he was told.

Lucky for both the crew and himself, he had no problems with being the ship's dumb brute. He did what he was commanded and, in return, was provided with food, lodging, and relative safety. So what if he wasn't a high ranking member of the crew? Being clothed, armed, and fed sure beat being destitute and hungry.

As for the crew itself, he didn't mind them. He didn't have much say-so onboard the ship but he felt as if he could get along with any of his superiors if need be.

So now, here he was; the college student turned pirate living in a crew ship hurtling through space in the company of several criminals.

He hadn't yet been sent on a raid but reckoned he could hold his own should they need him. He longed for the day that the captain pointed at him and gave him the go-ahead to accompany his fellow thieves on an engagement. That would be the day.

"Wonder if we'll be crossing any trade vessels soon." He said to himself as he relaxed on his bed.

 

[Sunstone]

Captain Ellena wasn't well known for being the most serious person in the world. Sure, in the heat of combat she was an outstanding and inspiring leader, but during the periods of time between missions and raids she was well known by the crew for her nutty and childlike nature. It's as if she were a child stuck in an adult's body living out her dream of being a space pirate. (Luffy vibes anyone?).

She was reading through old manuals and that sort of thing on the bridge, trying desperately to find some technique to get over jet lag. Flying between different planets with different Suns and further distance from the sun than her home colony was the worst part about being a pirate to her.

Of course, as the captain it was her job to do every job and to do it better than anyone, to be a sort of example for the crewmates to try and be better. To her, it was like they were all one family. The only hierarchy was who got to tell who to do what. She split the money evenly amongst the crew and tried to get on their level. Of course she wasn't perfect, and would never admit to the few times where she took a little extra for herself. Because after all, no one would notice. And if they did, they wouldn't say anything. She was the captain, right?

(4 paragraphs of filler smh)

 

[archur]

"Tell me again why we are here."

"This is literally the fifth time you've asked me why we became pirates within the last week, what's wrong?"

"I don't see a point as to why we're still aboard this vessel."

"Really now?"

"Your sarcastic response is lost upon me."

"Are you sure you want me to do this song and dance again? Like we do every week, because i'm getting real sick of this."

"Should I meet you at the airlock when you make up your mind?"

"Fine. We're here because being a pirate gets easy parts, and easy money. We have plenty of people to rely on somewhat, and we're seeing the galaxy for what essentially is free."

"Correction, for our work."

"So free?"

"No."

"You are incredibly insistent on being right."

"Incorrect, I am insistent on you being wrong."

Sighing, the bionic got himself back to work. He was designing a new replacement for his left arm, since most liked to blow off the giant cannon he mounted on it, that spat out rockets like nobody's business. A wise decision on their part, but he was adding some sort of protective measure, like a blast shield or a Gellar field to give himself additional protection, but that last one is a tad more expensive to build and find parts for.

His assistant whom he picked off Eden-5 was a natural with hover tech and mechs, so of course he had her look after his various toys that he didn't constantly play with in his bay, she kept up to date and upgraded whenever he was off doing stuff. It wasn't clear what exactly he did in his free time, but it usually related to something with chocolate milk, explosions, or trying to stop Anni from hurting herself, since her stapling inhibited her ability to emotionally reason why she should continue living. Sad, sure, but that's why he kept her around. She saved his life, and so he'll save hers however he could. He owed her his life.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"Oh what a lovely day..." Adrian happily talked to herself as she left her quarters, skipping slightly along the corridor while listening to her usual recordings from the military issue audiolog that hung from its holder on her hip. A relatively common sight on the ship, Adrian is usually treated by the rest with caution or they straight out ignored her presence unless needed. Not that she cares really, the one (maybe) good thing of having your mind warped is that you learn to care only about your own wants without worrying about what others think. And right now, all that Adrian wants is breakfast.

"What should I have....?" Adrian mused as she entered the mess hall's kitchen and opening the fridge. It was usually stocked with the cheapest food and drink one can get. Alcohol was in okay supply but the crew's taste meant that the budget went to that, leaving less for food. That means more of the synthetic stuff but its alright, Adrian loves the synthetic stuff. And to her luck they actually got synthetic eggs! And the one with the proper nutrients!

"Hm... Too lazy... Oh...?" Adrian pushed the synthetic eggs aside and found a couple cartons of chocolate milk. Ignoring the stuck on lable that read 'Henry's, buzz off!', Adrian happily took the carton and drank from it. Before putting the 3/4 full carton back in.

"Calcium done... Now for proper nutrients... Ah..." Reaching into the fridge once more, Adrian pulled out a ration bar. Satisfied with her find, she closed the fridge and left the kitchen with her ration bar, clumsily peeling back the wrapper before nibbling on it while she headed off to her station at the ship's medical bay.

 

[HeckingHeck]

Arville "Ardy" Blackwood
​

Ardy was roaming the halls yet again, yelling at grunts and threatening others. It felt good not being yelled at as he internally shuddered, thinking back at what his drill sergeant may be thinking if he saw him now. The thought turned into a sly grin and entertained him during the walk.

You fucking whore dog, thieving ass wipe, what about duty? Honor? The words echoed in his head as he smirked. Duty and honor were meaningless in an unforgiving world. Besides, when has a person ever been honorable? Surely any recognizable person schemed at least once in their life.

Ardy simply sighed and kept walking. Perhaps he'll visit the captain. He was dieing for another mission while hoping the next won't be his last. Then again, the captain was nothing but a childish Davy Crockett with a gun. Or he could visit the cafeteria. What would be the point however? Mingling with fat bottom and idiots alike who can't do their damn job without having an excursion? Maybe he'll take stock, but that was simply to boring. He could order any other grunt to do it for him.

Ardy simply sighed and slowed his pace, making sure he could closely examine the doors as they passed him, identifying. Their number and what they do. He was waiting to just kill the boredom. Perhaps he'll wake up any grunt still in bed. Angering the shit out of people certainly cheered him up. Besides, he knew when enough was enough and the crew needed to be alert anyways. Jet lag was no excuse for inefficiency in a space craft. He started with the door closest to him, still locked in the crew quarters.

"Wake up you lazy shit waffles! Wake up before I shove soap so far up your ass you taste your own shit!" Alas he banged on the doors, commending himself for his half-assed insults and hoping to get the message across. Their was no room for laziness when he's around.

Sir Basilisk

 

[Sunstone]

Arville "Ardy" Blackwood
​

Ardy was roaming the halls yet again, yelling at grunts and threatening others. It felt good not being yelled at as he internally shuddered, thinking back at what his drill sergeant may be thinking if he saw him now. The thought turned into a sly grin and entertained him during the walk.

You fucking whore dog, thieving ass wipe, what about duty? Honor? The words echoed in his head as he smirked. Duty and honor were meaningless in an unforgiving world. Besides, when has a person ever been honorable? Surely any recognizable person schemed at least once in their life.

Ardy simply sighed and kept walking. Perhaps he'll visit the captain. He was dieing for another mission while hoping the next won't be his last. Then again, the captain was nothing but a childish Davy Crockett with a gun. Or he could visit the cafeteria. What would be the point however? Mingling with fat bottom and idiots alike who can't do their damn job without having an excursion? Maybe he'll take stock, but that was simply to boring. He could order any other grunt to do it for him.

Ardy simply sighed and slowed his pace, making sure he could closely examine the doors as they passed him, identifying. Their number and what they do. He was waiting to just kill the boredom. Perhaps he'll wake up any grunt still in bed. Angering the shit out of people certainly cheered him up. Besides, he knew when enough was enough and the crew needed to be alert anyways. Jet lag was no excuse for inefficiency in a space craft. He started with the door closest to him, still locked in the crew quarters.

"Wake up you lazy shit waffles! Wake up before I shove soap so far up your ass you taste your own shit!" Alas he banged on the doors, commending himself for his half-assed insults and hoping to get the message across. Their was no room for laziness when he's around.

Sir Basilisk

Ellena chuckled to herself. Arville was known for being an angry, loud, and hotheaded crew member. Of course he was great at raising the morale when she couldn't and was good at making sure (even through means which she didn't agree with) that everyone stayed in good shape.

However, he was known for being loud, but not loud enough to hear him from the bridge. She smirked and threw the book she was reading, titled "guide to interstellar travel" onto the ground. She half ram into the hallway and confronted Arville, standing with her hands on her hips.

"Hey, Arville, why are you scaring the grunts? We want to make the new recruits feel welcome, not like they're at a military boot camp. Chill out and have some food."​

 

[Sir Basilisk]

Kimber jolted to attention at the sound of Blackwood's voice, quickly discarding the novel in his hands and making somewhat of a dive for his footlocker, where his armor lie.

He hadn't been a part of the crew very long, but he knew not to cross the man those above him called "Ardy." His word was law and he commanded respect from his underlings.

So, eager not to incur his wrath, Kimber quickly stripped out of his casual clothes and began putting on his armor, piece by piece. First came the fatigues, olive drab. He then strapped on his pair of combat boots and slid a black balaclava over his head. After masking himself, he put on his helmet, which matched the shade of his fatigues.

Lastly, he threw on his shoulder rig, in which his sidearm, a low-caliber plasma pistol, rested.

After getting adequately equipped, Kimber reached for the door and opened it to reveal his superior.

"Watcha' got, boss man?" He asked Blackwood as he stepped into the corridor, wondering what warranted his sudden outburst.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Xavier sat in his room, looking up at the ceiling, he felt tired. He had gotten so used to sleeping during the daytime, that way he could do all his robberies and thieving at night. But traveling in space, the sense of time was practically gone. "Damn..." He muttered, hearing the screaming from down the hall. The first day he was here, he could remember how his attitude got to him and he made an insult at the man... Arville was it? Xavier had asked him if his ass was jealous about how much shit his mouth was speaking. In the end, Xavier could say that his first day wasn't the best impression he had with everyone.

As he laid there bored, he didn't want to move from his bed, but some caffeine may help him shake some of the drowsiness away. Instead, he turned on his side looking at the door to his room. "Hmmm.... move now...? Or no..." He grumbled annoyed as he sat up on his bed, he was probably gonna be yelled at either way, but might as well start to get ready for the day... night? whatever time it was.

 

[Aughto von realname]

Warwick paced about the engine room frantically searched the little nooks and crannies of the room of his room and work area, sure he had an actual room but it was too clean to his liking since the ship in his opinion was a barely functioning death trap and thus settled for a hammock between two pipes that fed clean water to the rest of the ship whilst the other pipe pumped water into the filtration unit so that he need not run to the engine room when a problem arose, which surprisingly was now. He noticed that the water tasted rather odd, usually it would taste metallic due to a bit of rust from the pipes getting into the water however the taste was rather different saltier to be more exact so after checking the water filtration unit he found the problem. The Filter was leaking and he and the crew had been drinking each other's piss which would have been funny to him if it weren't been for the fact that he had been doing so for the past few months he had been on this ship. Thankfully the solution for the problem was simple plug up the leak with an adhesive but he checked the bin, the supply closet, hell even the janitor's closet and there was no fucking duct tape anywhere and any other adhesive he could use would be too toxic to the body. Then a brilliant idea came into his head, which was use medical tape, and so he did in fact he took the first aid kit to since no one really hung around the ship's infirmary and he was most likely to get injured out of the crew. Warwick then shut down the plumbing for the whole ship and contacted the captain over the ship's comms channel.

"Hello, captain, it's me ermm Dmitry. we have a problem with the water filtration unit and we uhh....yeah no there's no sugar coating this, We've been drinking our own piss and shit for the past few months. I need a new filter for the filtration unit and duct tape, like a lot of duct tape. Oh and tell the crew to hold it in for a few hours, the plumbing is offline until I finish my temporary fix of the filter. okay that's it bye." Warwick hung up on the captain and began taking the filter for the filtration unit.

 

[archur]

Suddenly, Henry had a tingling sensation behind his eyes.

"My milk!" He said, somewhat confusedly and worriedly. Annika picked up where Henry left off with him arm, mostly closing up the metallic compartments and finishing the wiring for the weapons salvos that he was insistent on adding to his already massive supply of explosive ordnance. He had tinkered with a few of the cannons that hung off the ship to fire where he pointed, in an expensive, flashy display of wasted money and excessive force. To be fair, "Wasted money" and "Excessive force" were exactly the four words that most would describe the bionic brute as, so he was forced into the engineering bay to keep all of that sheer stupidity inside a singular space, that was likely to blow if he didn't personally guide somebody through the mess of bombs and large buttons of varying bright colors and grinning faces.

Henry half drunkenly stumbled through the halls to get to his precious. He had multiple stores of chocolate milk hidden around the ship, all at places he frequented, so it wouldn't be a surprise if some where hidden in the panels of the ship, or be the same reason as to why the filtration system might be a little leaky in the first place. Chocolate milk for life.
But he knew, from the bottom of his heart, that his chocolate milk was being fucked with, and he knew exactly where.

The FUCKING MESS HALL.

Stomping down to the kitchen, he flung open the fridge, to find some eggs that were hiding his secret stash shifted about, one of the unopened jugs having been somewhat drained. Worst of all, there was another jug that he opened himself, and the perpatrator hadn't even considered finishing off the old one! That monster, there only had to be one suspect to this vile and heinous crime. . .

"ANNIKA!"

"Hm?"

"Why the HELL would you drink my MILK!?"

"I don't drink milk. I drink the ship's water."

"Then who the hell drank my milk?"

"Who was it last time?"

The tech specialist shrugged, or at least as far as he could with one arm.

"The female pilot, the one who is looking for your milk, and the very same reason as to why you hide it. The sole reason as to why you are so addicted to cocoa infused milk in the first place. Do you need a lengthier explanation as to why you should be off doing other things while I recalibrate the targeting systems on the Jaeger ADS systems?"

"Now that you put it like that. . . Alright, i'll also be taking this with me."

He snatched his bionics off the table Annika was working on, the grenade prevention system having yet to still be installed. He snapped on the arm. Plug and play, just like he designed.
He stalked off to go find the pesky pilot and dump all the chocolate milk she tainted on her.

All of it.

Wandering Grim Hollow

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"..... Something feels... Off...?" Adrian muttered as she checked the ship's infirmary. Being the only member on the ship with a degree in biomedical science, Adrian was the de-facto ship doctor of sorts. Sure she may be mentally broken but she was surprisingly competant in handling medical emergencies and even field surgery but that happens rarely. Turns out having a nutter for a ship doctor makes people scared of getting injured in the first place. But now something was amiss, a first aid kit was missing.

"Nightingale... Pasteur... Lister... Ah! Hippocrates is missing...!" Adrian cried out in shock as she checked the list and status of the various first aid kits on the ship. And indeed, the one placed in the infirmary, her own personal first aid kit she kept there was indeed gone.

"Grrr.... Who would touch my Hippocrates...?" Adrian pouted as she rummaged around a cabinet and produced a pneumatic dart launcher along with a small case of tranquilizers.

"When I find that person I'm going to rearrange his digestive system...!" Adrian growled as she stormed out of the infirmary, tranq gun in hand as she headed off towards the dormitories.

"They better not be using the medical supplies for kicks..."

Aughto von realname archur

 

[Aughto von realname]

"Oh shit" Warwick paused for a moment as he realized he was about to put his hands into the ship's sewage without. Disgusted at the thought of his hands smelling like the captain's fecal matter Warwick burst out of the engine room and to the janitorial closet to get rubber gloves which again the shipped lacked.

"Open Memo" Warwick opened the memo application that he downloaded into the cybernetic eye he used to replace his previous one after he looked directly into a star for way too long.

"Grocery list: Disposable Gloves, Duct Tape, Bolts, Screws, Scrap metal, Monkey wrench..." Warwick continued to add a number of items to the list most of which was engineering supplies only stopping when he came across Adrian who was angrily heading into the dormitories.

"Memo pause. Pilot person, that I forgot the name off. don't drink the water or use the toilet. If you're going to do so do it in a box and throw it out the airlock. Memo continue. Scotch tape, pencils, paper clips, erasers...." After warning her of the plumbing he then went back to the engine room and realized the infirmary may have disposable gloves. Thus he briefly searched the infirmary again and found what he needed, a box of sterile disposable gloves, which he took without adrian's permission, again.

"and Siracha sauce. Memo end" Warwick closed the memo app and entered the engine room, forgetting to close the door behind him, and put the medical gloves on after removing his shirt and storing it in a relatively safe place. The mechanic then went on and took out a square sheet metal piece and placed it behind the filter so the dirty water and the clean water would not mix sparing the poor soul who would inevitably get shat on in the shower or sink when he turned the filtration unit back on. After securing the sheet metal in place he gingerly pulled out the filter which was in good condition, relative as to what it was meant to be, if he were to ignore the fact there's three holes in it which he expertly covered up on both sides with the medical tape from the first aid kit labeled Hippocrates which piqued Warwick's curiosity causing him to pause for a moment and wondered as to what medical implement in the infirmary would better suit the name hippocrates. To this end Warwick wen through the following train of thought; Hippocrates was the name of a greek physician from the Age of Pericles or the classical era best known for his work on his pivotal work in medicine and also for the hippocratic bench ergo it would have made much more sense to name the operating table Hippocrates rather than the first aid kit. After resolving to lecture the adrian on naming conventions Warwick then placed the filter back in and began closing it back up again, after he disposed of the gloves and washed his hands with drinking water he stored in his tool box.

Wandering Grim Hollow

 

[HeckingHeck]

Arville "Ardy" Blackwood
​

Ardy simply stood unimpressed as Kimber came out. Boss man wasn't the first term used to acknowledge Ardy but it definantly wasn't the worst. Far from it when comparing it to other grunts. The thought of Xavier standing up to him on his first day especially would make his life hell. A rude awakening indeed for pirates.

"Will all do respect ma'am, space isn't going to 'chill'. Security certainly won't care if you're useless," Ardy grumbled as he stared at Kimber, "besides... It's not quite lunch yet and I certainly won't fall to the level of wasting rations. The recruits'll need a run down of the ship as well to be any useful..."

Ardy said it with an arrogant tone as if he were talking to a child. Still, his voice held a certain respect for the captain assuring his acknowledgement of his position. After all, Emilia was his surperiors. One wouldn't survive long when disrespecting the crew of a band of pirates. His moment was interrupted by Warwick calling the captain.

He grumbled, Warwick's words being quite clear. They were drinking piss, his mouth turning pale at the realization of what he had relied on for months. And now the fool would dare push him and the crew further by telling us to hold it. Well we wouldn't have to hold it if the idiots would notice such an obvious mistake before. Surely lingering bacteria or traces of salt from urine would be noticeable. Still, Ardy left the thought as incompetence of the crew.

He stared at the captain then back at Kimber. Xavier was still missing, his room locked. Staring at the captain apologetically he walked up to the recruit's door.

"Captain, 'scuse me but their are scarier things than a mad man telling you to wake up," before banging down the door and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Open up asshole! Money doesn't wait for lazy fucks useless shits! Open the damn door before I bust it down meself!"

Sir Basilisk Angelofwishes7 Sunstone

 

[Sunstone]

Hearing the voice come through her intercom telling her want she's been drinking is "piss" made her start laughing out loud for a good while. After some time she stopped laughing and winced, thinking back on how many times she would have drank water since the filter had started leaking.

"Well, I'm going to go find Gerad. We've been sitting in the same spot for a few weeks. We should probably go make a stop and um, 'buy' some new supplies. Hopefully he can find a somewhat rural planet so we don't get into too much trouble."

 

[Detective Rascal]

First thing Reina experienced as she got up was a horrendous smell, and as she gagged her way through putting her suit on, Reina decided that she was just going to sleep in the ship's cockpit from then on. Dorms weren't meant to smell as bad as her rooms did now, and she could deal with a leaky room like she had been for the past few months, but Reina's room smelt like it had become the ship's waste containment during her sleep cycle. No way in hell was she going to come back till that was taken cared of, someone else could sleep in there.
Reina almost didn't have it in her to go eat breakfast too, the disgusting smell still in her mouth as she walked out of the Dorms towards the kitchen. Almost being the operative word, Reina was still going to go eat, but maybe nothing too big.

Though she did pass a couple grunts on her way, one yelling off his lungs at a door Reina could only assume as someone's dorm. Wasn't her problem though, as she rounded the corner to the bridge, giving the Captain as wave as she went past, and then rounded another corridor till she got to the kitchen. Reina wasn't going to talk to anyone till she got her coffee, at least.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Xavier sighed, hearing the bangs and yelling at his door. "I should just come to the door naked..." He mumbled stretching his arms out and cracking his neck as he stood up. He was still only in his pants and hadn't even bothered to get the rest of the way dressed yet, but Arville seemed to be trying to rush him out of his room. With a smart ass tone, Xavier opened his mouth. "I'm Sorry, What Language are you speaking?" He yelled as he began to rummage through his clothing for a shirt he liked. "It kind of sounds like bullshit from here." Xavier gave a soft chuckle, he wasn't like this with anyone else in the crew. In fact, with most of them, he was the complete opposite, kind and polite, or mostly keeping to himself. There was just something about Arville though, something that hit a nerve. Maybe the voice... or the yelling, yeah most likely the yelling.

Xavier continued to rummage through his clothing, after a bit of time finding his white undershirt. Throwing it up over his head and pulling it down over his body he then began to look for the rest of his outfit. "Damn, I should really straighten all this shit out one day...." He muttered as he found one of his blades just laying around in his clothing. "Damn, I thought I lost this one." He looked at the blade before tossing it over with the others, a soft clink being made with contact.

H HeckingHeck

 

[Axel The Englishman]

There stood the First Mate. Puffing away on a cigar that could barely fit through the narrow openings artistically cut out of his helmet. Nothing like a fine Sour Dandy to start the day. Or night. It's quite confusing without the whole day/night cycle. Maybe Kru should've installed that watch software after all...

But, alas, one must manage. No point of crying of spilled milk. Speaking of milk, some muppet had relayed some sort of argument about diary products over the ship's intercom. Sounded like that wanker with the arms. Or the lack of, to be slightly more accurate.

The Mate's quarters could always offer sanctuary from the metaphorically mentally handicapped that somehow formed a crew. Yep, sure was quiet. Save for that whole intercom system, of course.​

 

[Sir Basilisk]

Kimber stood with Blackwood outside of Xavier's quarters, amazed by his lack of respect towards his superior. Arville wasn't a pushover by any stretch of the imagination, so he wondered what was going through Xavier's head to not only make him ignore his specific demands but openly retort against the man directly in charge of him.

Probably chalks up to lack of experience. Kimber thought to himself. Sinclair was by no means a veteran of the crew but something told him that he was more aquainted with following orders than this Xavier character.

He'll find the error of his ways soon enough... When Blackwood puts his fist down his throat.

He sighed as Blackwood continued, to no avail, to coax his recruit out of his room.

H HeckingHeck Angelofwishes7

 

[Aughto von realname]

"No don't quote Buy unquote, supplies actually buy me supplies for once or at the very least get me spare parts for the ship for gods sake. The hell am I supposed to do anything when I have to fucking use shit from the first aid kit. I'm an engineer goddamit not a miracle worker." Warwick grumbled to the captain as he finally finished fixing the water filtration unit and the ship's plumbing.

"Also If I'm going to have to play plumber, at least get me a monkey wrench oh and if you can send a grunt my way that would be great as I need help cataloging what little supplies I have to work with, this also includes the weapons we have on board. Plumbing is back on by the way, you can defecate freely now" Warwick turned the comms off then opened up the lockers in the engine room and taken out their contents and putting them into neat little piles. He then opened up the memo pad and began taking inventory and within half an hour or so he noticed the following : The spare parts the ship had were mostly for it's heavy weaponry and engine room, his predecessor was homosexual and loved men with tiny penises, He also had lube for both the engine and the bedroom, and finally he noticed that he had enough supplies to fix most engine and weapon problems but scarcely anything for the life support systems. The following observations led Warwick to one indisputable conclusion.

"We..are so fucked. Unless we have more parts and tools in the cargo hold."

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Woosh, went the doors to the First Mate's quarters. The titular inhabitant of this semi-fine room stumbled through the narrow opening. To be honest, these quarters were likely some sort of custodial closet before being 'renovated' by the Captain. Maybe that would also explain why there's a scent of lemon cleaning liquid ever present within 10 feet of his personal anti-spaz bunker.

Kru took steps down through the narrow corridors that carved through the interior of the ship. He took little note of the trio having at each others' necks. Though First Mate, natural selection must take place after all.

It appeared this First Mate was now in the Mess Hall. It sure was living up to its name. Chocolate milk stains galore. Ain't no surprise that Inspector Gadget here has been chugging down on the only source of calcium on this ship.

Soon a hand had forced itself upon the handle of a fridge door. Nutrients awaited, yet to be consumed by those who felt like eating. Not much to be honest. An already-opened jug of cocoa-tainted lactated liquids stood out the most. The Mate snagged what remained, and he could swear that a thousand voices cried out in despair as he did so.

A mug, some choco milk, a single teabag and hot water from the tap. Presto. Chocolate-flavoured tea, which the First Mate begrudendly sipped through a straw leading to the interiors of his helmet.

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"Grr... Oh...? Well that's fine I guess..." Adrian's train of thought was derailed by Warwick warning her not to drink the water or use the bathroom. After a moment of staring at nothing in particular, her mind struggling to recall why she felt angry and why is she loading a tranquilizer dart into the dart gun.

"Hippocrates...! Once I get my hands on your kitnapper I'm going to reverse their digestive system...!" Adrian growled, changing her threat slightly as she picked up the pace and practically jogged over to the dorms. Once there, she spotted Ardy, Captain Allena, and Kimber standing outside Xavier's room. Her jog sped up to a sprint before she promptly tackled Kimber to the ground and staring down at him like an over-exited puppy.

"Hey... Have you seen Hippocrates or a person carrying Hippocrates around...? I'm.... slightly mad now so I'm giving you one chance...." Adrian cheerfully threatened with a sweet, slightly twisted smile and a slightly murderous intent in her eyes. The loaded tranq pistol pressed against the side of Kimber's neck.

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[archur]

In his fit of unbridled fury, he stalked the halls angrily seeking the perpetrator for the heinous crime that is the unmonitored drinking of the succulent chocolate milk. He couldn't believe why anyone, especially the medic, would even dare to take his brown cocoa cocaine. He pondered on the intricacies that people would go through, moving an entire carton of eggs just to soil his treasure. Grunt with anger, his thought process was interrupted when a blur of a pilot's outfit passed by him.

'Oh, that's her.' He thought to himself. He stalked behind her for a while, watching as she entered the crew's quarters to confront some of the crew on the whereabouts of Hippocrates were. Did she keep a library or something strange? Or packaged hippos into crates? He's done something similar to that before, except with chocolate milk. By god did he love that stuff.

He saw he confront a crew member over the philosopher, before putting a device to his neck. A device with a trigger. She really didn't need to be doing this right now. He examined his weapons that he had on hand. He really didn't seem to think of a magnet or discombobulator would be all that useful 15 minutes ago while he was still in his lab, but it seems non-lethals had their uses after all.

"Alright doc, you can put the gun down now."

He said, standing charging distance away just incase she would decide to bring this mutiny to him. Nuh-uh, this ship had way too many cool gadgets on it to go down. A mutiny by a pilot? Strange for a pilot to stage one, but this was a pirate ship, and he personally has seen worse on Dahl Corp cruisers. Quietly, he slipped the tip of his finger off, a barrel appearing on the tip of it.

 

[Sir Basilisk]

Kimber squirmed, trying desperately to break Adrain's hold but found her grip surprisingly strong. He was perplexed by the question she asked him as she shoved some sort of firearm firmly into his neck. Had he seen Hippocrates? Who was Hippocrates?

"What are you talking about?" He required as he unlatched his shoulder holster and produced his own sidearm.

He shakily placed the barrel of his pistol underneath the doctor's chin.

"I dunno anything about anyone called Hippocrates." He said as he thumbed away the safety. "But please... Just get offa' me."

He had no clue what the doctor meant about this "Hippocrates" character... Until he remembered noticing that she gave names to her equipment. Gradually, his eyes narrowed from their surprised state to a nearly apathetic gaze. He sighed, partly in relief and partly out of annoyance.

"Is this another piece of your equipment gone missing?" He began. "Because, if it is, I'm not sneaky, smart, or interested in it enough to take it."

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Arville "Ardy" Blackwood
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No shits were do found yesterday. Their were no shits found today. If Xavier was going to be disrespectful then let him. This recruit certainly was young and naive and would most definitely give him an excuse for sending him to hell. The crew had no place for ignorant and naive scumbags. This "tough" guy can go to hell.

His fantasizing only interrupted by Adrian ruined his mood. The damn bastard was overly obsessed with books. Besides, what was so great about Hippocrates? As far as he was concerned, he was just some old man. Sighing, he pulled out his pistol, a gun engraved with the symbol of the army. It was a prize he stole from his brief time in the military. Admiring it for a moment before setting it to stun and pointing it at Adrian's head. He didn't want to shoot, Adrian was a good crew member however if duty called, he would have to. Still, diplomacy was always a better option, at least amongst the crew members.

"Hey asshole, maybe if you let the recruit go, we might help," Ardy seemed uninterested and almost playfully. He didn't have time for this sort of shit, "Besides, if it really is that important, we can buy a new one dipshit"

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