Nova Chasers (A space Western role-play)

At Yuu's request of wanting to be released, Rick looked at Harris and nodded, giving him the signal to release the kid. He then looked back at him and spoke.

"No price, really. I just want my crew to be loyal to me, and no other organization. As for what I want you to crack...I wasn't really planning on anything right now, but I just had an idea. I want you to find the online credits stash for the Windian Anarchists. I'm sure it'll be tough to find, probably impossible, and it might be really secure. Hopefully, that won't be a problem for you, right? Anyway, crack their account, and dump about...70% of their credits. Honestly, I just want that money out of their accounts for good, but if you can and want to transfer it to ours, be my guest. As always expected of a hacker, leave absolutely no trace."

Rick then walked toward the table where the mystery woman was restrained. He took his time in examining her, realizing that she didn't seem like most humans, if she were even one. Snow white hair, blood red eyes, and the most bizarre scar running down her face to apparently her body. Her uniform was covered in blood, yet it seemed like it could have been worse. Plus, she was wearing some heavy-duty gauntlets and greaves on her hands and feet. Rick closed his eyes and furrowed his brows, as if piecing together the puzzle that was the "mystery albino".

"These injuries are weird. They look like they should be more severe, yet they aren't. Is her uniform some kind of armor as well? And my gut's telling me that she might be related to that accident with the bridge. And my gut never lies. What are you hiding from us?"

Harris nodded back to Rick at his command to release Yuu, casually walking up to Yuu, he picks him up and places him back onto his feet "Up we go," Harris said in a joking manner. As Rick explained the details to Yuu, Harris began the tedious task of unbuckling all the restraints in the coat. Taking off the last one, Harris pulled off the restraint coat and gave Yuu a slap on the back.

"Welcome to the Infinity, my names Harris or whatever nickname you want to call me. . . it seems everyones got one for." Harris explained to Yuu, pointing over to where his stuff was, Harris went over to Rick who was observing the woman.

"These injuries are weird. They look like they should be more severe, yet they aren't. Is her uniform some kind of armor as well? And my gut's telling me that she might be related to that accident with the bridge. And my gut never lies. What are you hiding from us?" Rick commented. Harris stood beside Rick.

". . . I would be lying to you if I didn't tell you I've had thoughts about opening her up, this woman is quite. . . fascinating in some ways, her wounds seem quite fatal and she's suffered even more damage internally than external, it's quite a miracle that she's still alive right now." Harris gave a worryful look, "Her uniform seems quite advanced. More advanced than even the state-of-the-art technology the GUA has at the moment. But I'm not the expert in that field, you'll need to get Bohr to take a look at that." Harris turned around to check on Yuu who was standing by the desk with his stuff.

Harris turned over to Rick one last time, "There's a lot of things I'm not for certain about this woman but I do know one thing," Harris stared intently at Rick, "We're gonna have to keep a close eye on her." Harris turned back and walked over to Yuu.

"So, boy," Harris said as he gave a friendly slap on the back to Yuu, "Tell me more about this modification you were talking about earlier."

"Ha! no shit there Sherlock, he has brown eyes. You may be a foxy one but your young, and you show it." I say grinning wildly as my goad gets you to blindly charge, I duck under your swing, going to me knee and drawing my buck knife, picking up your left leg and, with surgical precision cute the fairly concealed pouch of throwing knives from your leg letting it hit the ground before kicking it away and bounce away from you dodging your retaliatory kick

“First lesson honey, always have a backup weapon.” I say giving you another toothy grin and wink, smiling as you charge in a rage again, I fake a block and doge to the right, kicking out your leg from under you, sending you crashing into the ground.

"Second lesson, control your emotions, don’t let them control you. Let your anger get the best of you and you end up six feet under.” I say as I start hopping a little alternating feet as I change my grip on my knife, thumb on the end of the handle and blade more inward closer to my arm. I smile as you get up.

"Now, you gonna calm down or are you craving one last lesson?” I goad you again with the now trademarked toothy grin and wink, laughing as you charge in a rage yet again, and I go in not holding back, quickly dodging your swings and blocking your kicks, getting in close and twisting your arm behind your back, in the process I take the opportunity to use my knife to cut the front of your shirt and sleeves off, making sure to leave the overalls so you stay modest, by the time your hand is torqued behind your back I have my knife against your throat

“last one, never, and I mean NEVER, engage a enemy who is armed while you aren’t, especially not if your emotionally compromised. Only way you might have a chance is if hes a total amateur or you know how to properly disarm him. ” I say as I pause noticing your hair tie keeping your pony tail up, I smirk and use my knife to cut it letting your hair fall down, barely taking any hairs out in the process

“ya look better with your hair down by the way, I never did like pony tails.” I say as I let you go after a moment when your breathing calms, ruffling your hair in the process, I walk over to the other side of the ally as you stand there, looking dazed, confused and embarrassed. I kick your knife pouch back over to you.

“now that you’ve calmed down, you care to tell me the real reason you were following me? I know your type, no way in hell that little kiss was the only reason you came chasing, however.... I have no issues if it really is you wanting more “ I say teasing much more casually now, taking on a serious tone and posture. As subtle as it is the transformation is amazing, I stop looking like a kid with a new toy and more of the serious mercenary I am.


[[ooc, sorry if it was to much, but I think it be accurate, given the backgrounds our chars have and the rage you went chasing after me, Al did grow up fighting since he could walk after all. And here’s were we see hes not seriously flirting, yet. :P]

At Richard's command, the doctor started to take off the restraints off of Clover. The doctor picks him up and places him back onto his feet [color=green]"Up we go,"[/color] he said in a joking manner towards Clover. He then went to taking off the restraints while Richard started conversing with Clover.

[color=red]"No price, really. I just want my crew to be loyal to me, and no other organization."[/color] "Loyalty is the price? hmm haven't heard that one in a long while.." Clover thought to himself. Richard then continued,[color=red]"As for what I want you to crack...I wasn't really planning on anything right now, but I just had an idea. I want you to find the online credits stash for the Windian Anarchists. I'm sure it'll be tough to find, probably impossible, and it might be really secure. Hopefully, that won't be a problem for you, right? Anyway, crack their account, and dump about...70% of their credits. Honestly, I just want that money out of their accounts for good, but if you can and want to transfer it to ours, be my guest. As always expected of a hacker, leave absolutely no trace."[/color]

As he was saying this, so many things started flowing into Clover's mind. "Find the Anarchists' credit stash? hehe, heard that they have quite a lot due to their huge empire. I wonder how i should hack them once i find them. Oh i am so going to make a killing off this job."

After Richard finished what he wanted to say, he went to examine the woman on the table. When Richard finished, Hare took off the restraints, slapped Clover on the back and said,[color=green]"Welcome to the Infinity, my names Harris or whatever nickname you want to call me. . . it seems everyones got one for."[/color] Harris then went to Richard to discuss a about the woman on the table.

Clover went to check his things, making sure nothing was lost while overhearing what the two were talking about. "Apparently the woman wasn't human, and from what he was hearing, she must have bioarmor as well. humanoid? Not sure and don't care, so long as I get to do my job and hack for some cash," Clover thought. He then found a small chip with an inscription saying Type M: P90 and he looked at it for a while, forgetting about Richard and Harris talking. Once they were done talking, Harris spoke to Clover, [color=green]"So, boy,"[/color] He gave a friendly slap on Clover's back again and continued, [color=green]"Tell me more about this modification you were talking about earlier."[/color]

Clover replied," Could you stop slapping my back, I'm still aching from sitting on the ground with restraints for so long. And the modification Ive been working on" Clover pulled out the chip, showed it to Harris and continued," this chip contains a P90 gun. My modification makes it easier for me to carry this gun around. All i need to do is slide the chip into this wristwatch, press a few buttons and then just like that; one P90 ready and set to kill."

As he was explaining, he showed Harris his wristwatch and slid the chip in. As he was pressing a couple buttons he continued,"The problem I keep having with it though is that everytime i 'call it out', it always ends up missing a piece or two, making it jam a lot." He then showed why and tried materializing the gun. Within seconds, thegun started appearing pieces by pieces, each piece a small square or rectangle all building up to a perfect looking P90. Clover then analyzed the gun to see if anything seemed off of the gun. He pushed the magazine in, pulled the lever to reload and aimed it at Harris 'Click' Nothing. "Damn. Again. See what mean?" As he started checking the problem and said,"Oh, for the record; I'd like to be called 'Clover' if any of you don't mind."

Harris whistled in amazement, "Not bad, I've never seen anything quite like this before." Harris remarked. "If you're using an FN P90, I'd suggest using an FN FiveSeven as a sidearm as well. From what I've heard, those two guns pretty much go two in two together, seeing as they use the same ammunition and are made by the same manufacturer." Harris' gun knowledge was only limited to his experience in the military.

"Well then, Clover, was it? I'm gonna go out again for a while, good luck on your project and don't worry about the slapping and the friendly mannerisms, they usually wear out of me after I get acquainted with the person." Suddenly, Harris had his head incredibly close to Clover's face with an psychotic grin, "But be careful because after that, you may find hanging out with me a very risky descision." Harris pulled back his face and almost immediataly, his smile changed into a joking smirk. "Well good luck with that." Harris laughed and slapped Clover on the back several times before giving a wave and nod to Rick before he left the Med-bay.

As the door closed and Harris began to walk towards the ramp, his smirk turned into a blank expression. He opened the loading ramp door and exited out into the spaceport, raising his hand over his eyes as they began to adapt to the bright, natural sunlight. Harris looked around to the busy markets and peddlers in the spaceport and gave a sigh of contempt as he put on his slim-frame tinted glasses and walked off into a random direction. "Heck, I've got some time to kill, let's go get something to eat, I'm starving."

His words barely annoys me but I grew impatient with waiting. I charged toward him, aiming at his adam's apple. He ducks under my swing and suddenly my leg is in the air. I hear the metal in my pouch hit each other as they fall to the ground. He kicks them away and my eyes stay glued on them.

“First lesson honey, always have a backup weapon.”

I stood up slowly and glared at him, "Fuck you."

I charged toward him again but he fakes me out, moving to my right as he kicks my legs out from under me. My butt hit the floor with a strong force and I growled slightly, "Second lesson, control your emotions, don’t let them control you. Let your anger get the best of you and you end up six feet under.”

"Dirty tricks get you no where. I'm gonna wipe that fucking smile off you face!"

I ran at full speed toward him, I'm done with this, I threw multiple punches, having each one blocked. I go in with a high kick and he smoothly dodged it. Attempting to jab him in the stomach with my left arm, he grabbed it and twisted it behind my back. A sharp pain shot all down my left side. His grip tighted on my arm and the pain intensified. I didn't let it show as I stared at my feet as he cut up my shirt. I felt the cold blade against my throat,what is this...rape? I thought calmly to myself as it wouldn't be a new experience. I grimaced as my hair falls over my shoulder, disgusting, I stopped listening to what he said and focused solely on the pain in my shoulder. Small drops of blood hit the floor next to my feet, He's so stupid...he doesn't even realize that I'm injured..., "There's a name for folks like you back in my town..."

He kicked my knife pouch back to me and I stared at it. Little blood drops fall on it and I gripped my shoulder.I let my hair cover my wound and didn't let him see my face, not even for a second, "Coward!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Avery walk up to Alistar. I bent down to pick up my pouch and another blood drop falls to the ground, a tear drop falls with it. I avoided his eyes and stammered away, I already let him see too many of my weaknesses, like hell I would ever let him see this one...

Harris walked out from a local cafe, with a plastic bag full of skewered chicken satay in his left hand and a skewer with only half the amount of chicken still on it. Harris walked on down the street, looking up optimistically in the sky. "Man, this sure is blistful. . . I wonder when I'll be able to open up my next victim." Harris said to himself as he continued walking down.

Harris looked over to his right and saw a crowd in front of a restaurant, he gave a shrug and kept walking. As he finished his first skewer of chicken satay, he noticed somebody about to bump into him coming from the left, not running but looked like they were backing away from something. Harris, unfortunately, didn't have much time to react and the person collided with Harris and almost fell. Harris, luckily, could react to that quickly and caught the person.

"Careful there, you should watch where you're going." Harris said as he helped the person up and, much to his surprise, realized it was Teal. Harris was quite at a loss for words, he could see Teal, tears building up in her eyes, looking up to Harris who was looking back at her while he held her in his arm. . . . Uhhhh. . . Harris couldn't really think of anything to say. . .

I walked out the alley to no where, walking which ever direction my feet decided to take me. The tears in my eyes swelled more, blinding me as I tried to hold my emotions in. Suddenly, I felt my body hit someone, knocking me down. His arms caught me before I hit the ground and I looked up to see Harris. The tears became harder to hold in as his face grew confused. I buried my face into his chest and let the tears loose. The tears wouldn't stop as I cried a well deserved cry. It's been so long since I've felt tears stream down my face, the warm sensation burning my cheeks. I sobbed loudly into his chest as muffled words spewed out, "It hurts...I'm in so much pain."

He moved my hair away from my shoulder, exposing my previously white bandages, which were now soaked in red blood. Yes, that pain in my shoulder was hurting, but not as much as my past. Not as much as his death. I held onto Harris a little longer, letting out the rest of my sobs as he carried me back to the ship.

It took another minute for Avery and Jill to catch up to Teal. He had heard the commotion over the comm set, and it didn't sound very good. As Avery rounded the corner he saw Teal. She didn't look hurt too much, but her shirt was gone and she was stumbling back out of the alley they had come down. And who else in the alley but the man from that bar. With the shirt on the ground and Alistar with his knife out, Avery thought it was a pretty open and shut case, and it did not make him too happy.

Avery and Jill were both approaching from behind Alistar, who had apparently not noticed them yet. He took a few steps forward as if to follow her, but Avery wasn't having it. He took out his pistol and fired a warning shot at the wall next to him. He almost wished he hadn't, that gun shot was pretty loud and his headache wasn't quite gone yet.

"NOT ONE STEP FURTHER OR I'LL PLASTER THE WALLS WITH YOUR BRAINS."


Avery whispered to Marian;

"Follow Teal if you can, make sure she's ok, and try and bring someone back here to help me out. Then meet me back at the ship, tell them you're with me and you shouldn't have any problems."

She nodded and went back out the way they came, trying to find where the alley exited. That left just Avery and Alistar. Alistar had turned around to face whoever had shot at him, his hands held out instead of up to avoid making things worse for him.

"You're that fool from the bar and grill. Got any good reason to be out trying to rape my friend? Or are you just looking for thrills?"

Since Avery seemed willing to talk, Alistar put his hands down a little bit and took a few steps forward. He was greeted by another pistol shot, this one aimed over his shoulder. The two weren't that far apart, maybe 15 or 20 meters. Even with a small hangover, Avery couldn't miss at this distance.

"Not one foot closer, got me? Make another move and the next bullet goes in an arm, and that's a promise. Now, answer the questions if you please."

Harris was more surprised when Teal suddenly clung onto him, feelings he never usually feels started to emerge and Harris started to blush. "It hurts...I'm in so much pain." she cried while she buried her face into Harris' chest. Harris wasn't really sure what she meant but he moved over some of her hair covering her shoulder and saw blood-red bandages, previously white when he administered them. Harris, quite confused both by Teal's actions and his sudden emotions, gave her a hug. "Umm. . . There there, it'll be alright, I'll take you back to the ship and we'll check your wound." Harris said in an effort to comfort her. She eventually let go of him and they walked back towards the ship.

After an uneventful walk back to the ship, Harris took Teal into the med-bay, where Rick and Yuu had already left and there was only the woman lying on the operating table, restraints still applied. "Yeah. . . don't mind her. . . Rick. . . Captain still hasn't decided what to do with her." Harris explains as he asks her to sit down on a chair. Harris examined the old wound she had, removing the bandages and washing off some of the blood. Harris gave a small hum as he looked at the half closed up wound. "The wound seems fine, it only reopened a little bit, nothing to worry about." Harris said as he grabbed a few alcohol pads and a new roll of bandages.

A few minutes later and Teal had a new roll of bandages wrapped over her wound and Harris gave a sigh as he reached into a small fridge containing petri dishes with bacterial colonies growing inside. Reaching inside the bottom shelf, Harris pulled out two unlabelled bottles. "Want some lemonade?" Harris offered to Teal.

((OOC: I'm gonna go to bed now.))

((OOC: Goodnight))

I had the urge to hum along to his tune as he fixed my wound, but I stayed silent. He finished quickly and the pain subsided slowly. My face was red at the embarrassment of my actions earlier. It replayed over and over in my mind and I was bewildered at how weak I became. Harris offered me some lemonade and I nodded, taking the glass in my hand. I stared at it slightly as the glass sat on my lap. I watched the ice shift around and I blushed more, "I'm sorry..."

I let the glass touch my lips and gulped down the drink. I gave out a large sigh after chugging it down. It was quite refreshing after all that's happened, "I'm really glad that you were there. I don't know what would have happened otherwise."

I heard the loading ramp open and foot steps. A woman's voice spoke saying she was friends with Avery and she wanted to know if I were fine. I looked at Harris again and gave him back the empty glass, walking toward the entrance. I saw a woman there, "You're Avery's friend? I'm fine now but where is Avery?"

((Idk if i'm allowed to control your npc oneshot. I'll just leave it at that.))

((I'll italicize my thoughts and all to make things a bit easier to read :U))

Harris whistled in amazement, [color=green]"Not bad, I've never seen anything quite like this before."[/color] Harris remarked. Clover didn't pay much attention already expected the reaction Harris gave as he was examining the P90 more. Harris then went on and suggested that I should have a FN FiveSeven along with my P90, since they go hand in hand. From that, Clover can tell that Harris is quite knowledgeable in guns as well. He must have worked in the military for a long time.

As Clover started putting his things way into his backpack, Harris said that he'll go out for a while and wished me luck on my project. He also kept as slapping Clover on the back a few times more and saying it's just a habit for those he meets. Well... if only it was my project in the first place... and I hope it ends soon. Harris suddenly went face to face towards Clover with that psychotic grin he had earlier, [color=green]"But be careful because after that, you may find hanging out with me a very risky descision."[/color] Clover just stood there unfazed and waited for Harris leave. Harris then pulled back and gave a joking smirk. Harris then wished me luck again, laughed a bit, slapped Clover on the back several times and gave a quick nod to Richard before leaving the Med-bay.

About time..

Clover then got all his things and said to Richard,"Richard, or should I call you something else? I'll take a tour around the ship for the time being alright?" Clover waited impatiently for Richard's answer. He was kind of eager to look around the ship. Hopefully there's a table around for me to take a better look at this...which is not in the Med-bay.

[whoo! Things getting interesting! ]

I crying when I see her start to cry, I take a step twards her meaning to help her up, but she takes off running out of the alley.

“well shit, that could have gone better, she probably thought I was trying to-” I cringe as a shot rings out in the alley, do to the close quarters it echos much louder then normal and I jump a little holding out my hands and turning round.

"NOT ONE STEP FURTHER OR I'LL PLASTER THE WALLS WITH YOUR BRAINS." he shouts at me and I smile seeing him whisper to his woman, before she runs off past him following the girl.

"You're that fool from the bar and grill. Got any good reason to be out trying to rape my friend? Or are you just looking for thrills?" he says in a rather pissed tone. I sigh and lower my hands taking a step twards him

“listen man you got-”

"Not one foot closer, got me? Make another move and the next bullet goes in an arm, and that's a promise. Now, answer the questions if you please." im cut off as he barks at me again and I groan.

“fer fuck sake listen! The shit in the bar was just some jackasses looking to make a buck, it was her who chased me back here! I just deiced to have a little fun and tease the girl! Im sure shes not even hurt, maybe a bruise or two but she will be fine.” I bark back at him not moving and closer, backing up a little.

“freaking Christ, just schoolin a gal n they go straight to rape, what is it with these guys.” I mumble under my breath as cross my arms, keeping my hands visible waiting from him to make the next move.

“now that we’ve cleared this up, is there anything else you need? My little birdy called intuition says there’s more.”

[not bad? I hope? Sorry if theres grammar errors, in a rush, its fall n that means yardwork! Gotta run guys. Prolly wont be back for three our four hours]

Harris watched Teal leave the room with, who was apparentally Avery's friend. After they left, Harris chugged down his cup and put them back into the small fridge. He grabbed a chair and sat down on the chair backwards by the woman who was still unconscious, "Hmm, I wonder what she meant when she said that. . . " Harris mumbled to himself.

Harris got pretty bored of watching the woman, it's not fun when he can't cut them open, and he eventually fell asleep on the chair. Harris slept peacefully on the chair, every now and then mumbling something in his sleep.

((OOC: Wow, some progress, huh? OK, this post of mine will encompass the entirety of what Rick was doing while everything else was going on. From Harris leaving the room, to right now. Sorry if I don't post too often, once again. Got another midterm.))

Rick still stared intently at the mystery woman. He had heard some of the conversation that they had, and he did find the concept of such portable guns interesting, but didn't stay at it for too long. His thoughts lingered back to 'her'. After a while, Harris had left the room, leaving just Rick and 'Clover' as the only conscious people in the room. Suddenly, he heard the kid ask him for a look around the ship.

"What? Oh, yeah, right. Hold on."

He walked out of the room and pointed toward the opposite hallway.

"Just walk along this way for a while, and at the end is the cockpit. Don't go there, though. The room near that is the briefing room. Has a big table and a lot of chairs, so you can use that for some private work if you want. If you'll excuse, I'll be headed the other way to my own room now."

True to his word, he walked towards his own cabin, and started to contemplate everything that had happened, thus far. In fact, he would have been lying had he said that the mystery woman was his only concern currently. No, the truth was, Rick had his earpiece on the whole time. He had been concentrating on all of the happenings surrounding his teammates, including the fight between Teal and Alistair. After he reached his room, he opened the nearby mini-fridge, took out a beer and started drinking.

"Man...I'm already getting too old for this shit."

He finally heard the ramp open again, with Kei and an injured Teal coming in. He sighed and turned on his earpiece to a private channel, one which only Avery could listen in on.

"Ave. Bring Mr. McKeon over to the ship, will ya? My room, specifically. I want a word with him. Now."

((OOC: Oneshott, I hope you can make a post for Jill and Ave, like Zan controlling that post-guy and Bohr. Speaking of which, where is he?))

((This is a joint post between luvyduv and Zandorf.))

"I'm going to be late again..." The girl thought to herself, staying calm and collected she quickens her pace and looks further up ahead. The main street that led to the market was as busy as usual, crowded with people and full of the daily noise and comotion. She entered into the bustling crowd, squeezing her way through. Being only a little under five and a half feet, everyone else towered over her as they walked on by. Wandering in the dense crowd for a while, she loses her sense of direction and stands still. Looking up though, she can see that the morning sun was still in the eastern portion of the sky. She closes her eyes; the intense brightness of the sun's light blinded her for a slight moment, and allowed them to adjust back before heading northwards towards the city's market.

After that large guy started all of that commotion in the restaurant, ruining our food, and on top of it all, kissing Teal, I had to chase after the guy, Bohr thought. He couldn't accept the way he did that. Just walked right up to her and kissed her. It made Bohr furious. Teal was following behind him, but after a while, he couldn't hear or see her anymore in the large crowd. He had also lost sight of that big guy as well. While searching for him, he ran into a woman about the same height as me.

As she began slowly walking again, a man with black hair came rushing towards her direction, bumping into her, making her loose her balance. He knocks her a few steps backward but she regains her posture and looked at the man.

"Sorry madam. I didn't see you there." Bohr says to the girl.

"You seemed to be in a rush? The streets here are quite busy near the inner part of the city, you have to be more careful next time." The girl responds.

"A-Are you in a hurry to get somewhere? I think I can help provide a bit of muscle in this crowd to get you somewhere."

"Yes, I am in a hurry to get to my family's store, if you can help me get there, then that'll be great. Oh, and sorry for not introducing myself, my name's Miacera Sommers...you can call me Mia."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mia. I'd like to introduce myself, but maybe when we are not around so many people. I'll follow you to your... family's store? And I will help you get through these crowds."

"That will be fine with me, the store's not far from here...just a couple of blocks up ahead."

The man begins leading the way as Mia follows close behind him. They continue walking forward through the crowd until they they reached an area with stores lined up on parallel sides of the street. "It's the third one on the right." He sees what looked like a medium-sized building made out of bricks, with a sign in the front that said "Sommer's Tailoring and Textiles". She opens the door and enters in with him, following behind her. The inside of the store had rolls of fabric and cloths of varied colors, as well as designs hung up on the walls, and lined in rows on shelves within the store. There were large circular windows that allowed the sunlight to come in, and near the front entrance was a wooden counter with cutting and measuring tools.

"Wow... this is a nice store... It's deserted though. I do guess there is hardly any need for a tailor worker nowdays..."

"You're right about that, barely anyone comes in to get their clothing tailored. It's been like this for more than five years now. Well, in fact, it's bankrupt and fallen due to heavy debts, all we can do now is just keep up this place and find another way to make money."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear about that.", pausing for a moment. "Well, to help you a little, I guess you might be willing to fix these little holes I got in my clothes? And maybe, possibly, I might be able to ask my Captain to see if he would like to hire on a helping hand around the ship."

"But you've done so much for me already, helping me get here safetly. Well then I'll take on your offer and fix your clothing for the help. Can you tell me a bit more about what you do, and who you are first?" She then looks at him.

"Oh, yeah... Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Joseph Bohr, and I'm currently the engineer aboard the ship Infinity.... And I'm willing to pay for getting my clothes repaired, it's no problem." as I walk around. "Um... Is there a place I can wait and take off my clothes so you can repair them?"

"Yes, there's a dressing room in the back with extra spare clothing. Just change and I'll get that repaired for you...but looking at your clothes, it does look pretty worn and torn up. How did that happen exactly?

While undressing in the backroom, Bohr responds, "Well, I got into a fight with some Anarchists, and they were able to give me a few cuts... It wasn't anything really serious, but enough to cause some bloodloss..." as the torn clothes get thrown out of the enclosed area for dressing.

She grabs the clothes from the floor and carries them to the tailoring area, where she starts sewing up and patching the holes. "Sounds like fun. Do you encounter things like that all the time....so what is you're captain's goal on the ship infinity?" She finishes the repairs and hands them over the dressing room's door.

As Bohr is getting dressed, he answers"Well.... we usually don't encounter things like that. We''ve had it pretty easy so far.... But as for the Captain Richard's goals.... no one has a clue.... well, maybe the pilot might know, but not me.". Exiting the dressing room, Bohr walks over to Mia and pulls out some money. "Well, here is 50 grand in credits... It more than pays for the good work you did in patching my clothes.... I think I might be able to pull some strings with the Captain and be able to bring you aboard, and maybe, in the process, be able to make money to pay off your father's debts."

Bohr speaks into the earpiece, "Captain... I found someone that might be of use on the ship. I'll bring her over right away for you to get to meet her. Does that sound good Mia?", with the last comment directed to Mia.

As Bohr turns to Mia with the question, immediately she says, "Yes actually, I've been looking for some good pay for these past five years now, I'm not going to let go on this opportunity. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to eventually pay back the debt and save my family." as she takes the money from Bohr. She continues, "I'll get ready and we can go there back together.", as she hurries to pack.

In response to Clover's request, Rick exited the Med-bay and told Clover to head towards the briefing room, which was apparently near the cockpit. He also warned Clover not to venture any further than just the briefing room without much of an explanation why. [color=#00FFFF]"Guess someone seems to love the cockpit a bit much"[/color],Clover thought. After Rick finished explaining a bit about the briefing room, he went off towards the opposite direction and into his room. Not wanting to do anything else that would anger Rick, though tempting, he went straight through the hallway and into the briefing room. As what Rick told him earlier, the room was filled with quite a large table and plenty of chairs. [color=#00FFFF]"This reminds me of those old days..."[/color]

((guess this is where ill start hacking i guess :U))
After talking a good look around the room, Clover then went and took a random seat in the corner of the table. He quickly went to setup that entire area to be his workplace. Backpack on the floor, laptop on and all set, and a couple of antennas placed behind and around the laptop, he finished setting up in under 2 minutes. After setting everything up, Clover sat down, pulled out his headphones from his backpack and plugged it into his laptop. The laptop then showed a download screen for a second and popped some words saying,"Welcome, what shall we hack today?" along with a comedic smily face. Clover wasted no time and began to start searching for any trace of the Anarchists mainframe and any other information, mainly their finances.

During this time, he had his headphones on and the music on full blast, so as to keep him focused on his work. As he worked, multiple holographic screens appeared around him, surrounding him 180 degrees. While he was searching and multitasking, he spoke to himself,

[color=#00FFFF]"This will take some time to find them i suppose. Hmm.. I wish Rick had some info on them already for me as a lead. Or at least somebody that does. No matter, I'll just send some trojans around to hide my location for a start and some tracers in the spams. Maybe start up some scans around this planet if any of these Anarchists are nearby. Hmm, I wonder who else in on board on this ship. Bleh, I really hope it isn't a sausage fest. If there are any women crew mates on the ship that would be a relief. And what's so interesting in that cockpit that Rick didn't want me to be in?"[/color]

Clover then took a pause in his work and stretched for a bit. After stretching, repositioned himself and he stared back at his screens for a while. [color=#00FFFF]"Wow... Look how far i've gotten. Wish you guys were here too..."[/color]He then covered his face, feeling a bit tired and a grumbling stomach. [color=#00FFFF]"Eh, i'll worry about you later. Since this *yawn* thing looks like it will take a while, I'll just take a quick nap."[/color]He then crossed his arms and laid on them as he napped for a minute.

Rick lay down on his bed, slowly finishing his drink, as he heard Bohr's message of a new recruit come through. Honestly, Rick didn't really give it too much though.

"Yeah, sure. Bring her over. We still have room."

He resumed his drinking while still lying down, all with a blank expression on his face. When he finished, he threw the can towards the bin in the corner of his room, and continued to lie down. Again.

A few minutes passed in silence. Nothing...

Eventually, he got off from his bed and began searching under it. He took out a copy of some obscure hardcore pornography magazine, lay down on bed again, and flipped through the magazine, staying a few seconds on each page. Soon, he stopped reading and just lay down. He looked down towards his pants for a second and simply sighed.

"Yup. Pictures don't work anymore. And I highly doubt videos would either. Man, I'm bored. Might as well look for some more missions."

((OOC: Everyone's coming on to the ship soon, so let's hustle. Especially you, oneshott and trekki.))

[[sorry oneshot but im gonna hijack ya back to the ship, I wanna get this moving ]]

I sigh and roll my eyes as the guy pauses bring his hand to his earpiece and nodding mumbling something, shouting over to me.

“keep your hands on your head! I’ve orders to bring you back with me, don’t think I wont hesitate to blow your head off you bastard.”

I sigh, rolling my eyes and do so, walking with him out of the alley, his gun pressed against my spine. I notice were heading to the docking station.


“im guessing were heading to a ship, you some hunters or mercs?” I ask simple as sigh when he jams his gun into my spine harder saying shut up, I realize im not going to be getting any information or explaining anything until I get to the ship and talk to the one in charge.

Thankfully the walk is relatively short, though we do garner a few stares we make it to the ship without incident. I whistle when I see the ship

“not bad, infinity huh? Looks like you guys been through some shit recently.” I mention as I walk, commenting on the nameplate and scorch marks on the hull, the man only grunts.

Once we go through the station and up the boarding ramp into the cargo hold we finally stop, and im ordered to disarm and I give him a “are you fucking serious look” before shrugging.

“this might take a few minutes.” I say as I walk over to a table that has a few scrap parts on it and start unloading, the man standing there watching closely the whole time


“dude cool it I ain’t gonna pull a fast one on you. “ I say as I unholster Betty popping her open and emptying the three fifty cal shells out, one just a empty casing, setting them down next to each other neatly before grabbing the grenades out of my trenchcoat, eight in total, two standard frags, two stun grenades, two pulse grenades and two HE charges, also lining them neatly up, I grin as I the carrot top's face starts folding in disbelief as I keep unloading, setting down two p-90 sub machine-guns equipped with laser sights, unloading them and dumping the spare mags I had, after that comes the two .44 magnum revolvers under my shoulders, along with the ammunition and loaders. Finally I drop my trenchcoat, it lands with a heavy thud, the armor lining it clanking a little I step to the sit picking it up and siting it on the table before garbing the fn fal I had slung over my back and also unloading it, then taking off the two bandoliers I had of ammunition strapped over my chest, one filled with extra rounds of different variations for Betty, and another loaded with p-90 and assault rifle ammo. After that I start taking off the fifteen different knives and blades I keep on my person.

Its nearly ten minutes later when im completely finished and I lean against the table looking at carrot top


“Its a light day,i know. I was only going out to eat when I left this mourning” I say and give my trademarked grin, waiting for him to tell his captain im ready.


[[once again, as stated in my profile. WALKING ARMOURY. :P]]

An old, desolate house, shrouded in the darkness of night with only small glimpses of light from the blood-red moon seeping through the cracks in the roof. A small boy in scrappy, torn clothing stands in the middle of the room, partially lit by the moonlight, several pools of blood revealed in as well and a corpse lying in front of him, a small girl, a few years older than him.

He knelt down over to her, holding her to his chest, tears running down his cheeks and silently muttering to her "I'm sorry. . ." with those last words, his expression of grief changed into one of determination. Dropping the girl back onto the floor, he picked up a bloody scalpel lying by his side and stood back up, turning back to an open door and walking out. He walked down an old corridor, riddled with corpses of men and children alike, small bullet holes line the walls and bloodsplatter apparant everywhere the moonlight shines. The boy reaches a large door, swinging them open to reveal an open plain, filled with beautiful yellow flowers, swaying along with the wind and light up by the blood-red moon of the clear night sky. Past the field are silhouettes of mountains with sudden bursts of fierry light seen from behind, large booming sounds can be heard as the bursts of lights appear and disappear in the darkness. The boy turns to see an old dirt road that is rarely used and proceeds down, leaving behind the ruined, old house and an rotting wood sign labeled `Orphanage.'

As the boy walks down the road, he turns to his right to a dense forest of bush and shrubs and, suddenly, a bright flash of light and a gunshot.



Harris opened his eyes, as if startled by a loud noise, beads of sweat running down his forehead and hands trembling. He gets of his chair and wipes his face with a nearby cloth. "Well, wasn't that a blast from the past." Harris remarked, staring down at the wet cloth. He turns to the door at the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. Harris walked over to the door and peered through the window to see Avery and someone Harris hadn't seen before standingby the loading ramp. Harris didn't think much of it, If this guy is here to join our crew, I'll meet him eventually. Harris thought to himself, I'm already awake, might as well do something.

Harris walked over to the cupboard, taking his chair with him and dropping it off under a desk on the way. He began sorting through the medical supplies I nside and organised whatever wasn't in it's rightful place.