Lazurith: I used to be Ageira myself, Kelly. And I can tell you that most of their efforts are all about stamping out unionized movement.
Lazurith: Movements, even.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Be happy to shoot your brother if'n I ever saw him.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: In fact, what's his name?
Lazurith: Seriously, I had to go through SO MUCH SLOP.
Lazurith: Uh, don't actually kill my brother, please.
A/)-Yoruha-: VWS: Astrionics failure. EOTS failure. Jump alignment system failure.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Get him to quit his job, then.
A/)-Yoruha-: Y: Mou, tomare!
Lazurith: He's an asshole. And I don't like him. And I hate him. But he's still my brother.
Tracey.Rivers: I get that.
Lazurith: He ain't quittin'. He's been in the 'biz for at least... sheesh. I dunno, six years now?
A/)-Yoruha-: I finally see why natural humans are not fond of these 'dumb computers'.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Hell, maybe if you tell me his name, I can bring him to ya, tied up, squealin' for mercy. Like a pig.
A/)-Yoruha-: Lazurith?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Then you can do whatever you want with the bastard that isn't shooting him.
Lazurith: Oh. Hi there.
Lazurith: Nice ship you've got there!
A/)-Yoruha-: Good to see you again! I had feared the worst after that bounty. And thank you~!
Menreiki: How was that Miss With, you never see Kress ships?
Lazurith: Ahh, don't worry. I took some precautions after that little incident.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Unusual day, I guess.
A/)-Yoruha-: Excuse me, I need to tend to ship systems.. though it's good you were able to remedy things.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Lotta Sabres, Liches, Skeletons. Sometimes a CTE-line here and there.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: This's just the gathering of folks with a discernin' eye, I think.
Lazurith: Things're stayin' afloat. Thankfully.
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: Falchion! Falchion! OH I WANNA BE IN A KRESS MACHINE IF THEY SEND ME OFF TO WAR
Menreiki: I mean I have to say one thing about the Guild... The ships they build are... lacking in aesthetics.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: At first glance, aye, but they fly with some real heart.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What's that bloody, uh, bomber.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Nanda Devi?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Absolute beast of a ship, that.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: If you take down some poor sod, they could do it in stylish ships at least.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Well, nobody ever did panache like the Legion, so my bar's pretty high.
Menreiki: Haven't flown it but it shares the same lines of the others.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Can't be mad at 'em for not trying to compete with the best for style points.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: *hearty yawn* Ah, dang...
Menreiki: Been a long day?
Tracey.Rivers: What's this Legion, then?
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Somewhat. Mostly boring. Which is also tiresome.
A/)-Yoruha-: So.. what brings all of you to Barrier Gate?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: /The/ Legion, Rivers. Hellfire Legion.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: This gathering ehre was a nice change of pace to that, though.
A/)-Yoruha-: The paramilitary of the late Commonwealth of Liberty.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: No "para" about it.
Tracey.Rivers: Ah. Those guys.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Went toe to toe with the Navy an' gained good ground.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: *empties bottle in one sip* ...anyway. I think I'll moor my ship ehre and get a nice room on Barrier.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Those GMG wimps could /never/.
Menreiki: Fair evening Mister Goeben.
Lazurith: Alright, Doc. It's been great seeing you again.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Alright, alright, that's hyperbole.
Lazurith: Take care of yourself.
Moreya: It's been a pleasure, Dr. von Goeben! Rest well!
Tracey.Rivers: Bye.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Was nice, folks. Take care, and safe skies to everyone!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Seeya, doc. Nice meetin' ya.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Thanks for the beer.
A/)-Yoruha-: Oh!
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Glad you liked it! *smiles and waves good-bye*
A/)-Yoruha-: Mister von Goeben.
A/)-Yoruha-: Hmm..
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Oh, there are you all.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mister von Goeben. I wished to ask..
Lazurith: Man... I should've told him this beer's about as bitter as drinking tar.
Menreiki: More Gallics...?
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Figures. Barrier Gate's known for this.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: *As he was about to switch off comms* Oh? Yes?
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Oh my fucking God. Corsicans are not Gallics.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Not a fan, Laz?
Tracey.Rivers: Good to know, Kris.
Lazurith: Ah, beer's great.
Lazurith: It's just... eh. I prefer mead.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I'll take it if you don't want it.
A/)-Yoruha-: Does MFE have openings for primary care doctor appointments, by chance? I assume I need to make a communique to schedule, but I
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ah... mead! God, it's been an age.
A/)-Yoruha-: wished to ask.
Menreiki: Then elaborate on the difference.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": *ahem* So, hello there, everyone.
Lazurith: Are you sure you wanna drink from the same bottle I drank from?
Moreya: Hello there!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What, you got transmissible cancer or somethin'?
Lazurith: No, but some people tell me I'm very contagious.
Lazurith: Ah, just kidding. Here you go.
A/)-Revenant: I hope you clean.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Saliva got nanites in it from all the fuckin' chrome?
Menreiki: That sounds like nothing a human would ever say.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ta.
Lazurith: Bzzt. I. Am. Not human.
Lazurith: Bzzt. I have. Silicon. In my brain.
Menreiki: Figured with the bad tastes you got.
Moreya: What a twist!
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Oh, we are always looking for such positions!
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Drink enough Beer and you'll know what it is to be human
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [Finishing her first bottle, she tosses it to the side. It lands with a heavy "clink" on her cockpit floor.]
Lazurith: My saliva is fine, though. Don't worry.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Besides research and special cases, MedForce aims to offer medical aid to as many people as possible. Primary-
Tracey.Rivers: Charming.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: -care doctors are the heart and blood of that goal.
A/)-Yoruha-: I was talking more seeing a doctor, my apologies - I was in a rush to reach out before you departed. Though if I see those w
Lazurith: Wh-- hey, look. I'm just trying to be /reassuring/!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That's gotta be the world's worst try at flirting. [She laughs as she gets out of her seat and steps back into the fighter's
Lazurith: Man, I'm just making it worse.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: small cargo bay.]
A/)-Yoruha-: ho may fit the bill, I will defintely refer them to you.
Lazurith: I'm not trying to--
Menreiki: You've dug your grave.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [muffled] Yeah, suuure.
Lazurith: [The pilot buries his face into his arms.] Aaaarghhhh.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Sorry guys and lads and everyone, I didn't bring anything with me.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: *chuckles* Apologies. Maybe my sleepiness also misunderstood that. But yeah, we have regular clinic hours for -
Tracey.Rivers: Uh... Who are you?
Lazurith: [With a quick hit of a knob, his comm video feed is disabled.]
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Me?
Tracey.Rivers: Yeah, you. Why were you supposed to bring something?
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: -primary care on our installations. Most Freeports have a MedForce doctor or assistant on board of their med bays.
A/)-Revenant: Impeccable.
Oberth.Effect: Apparently I missed a twink getting embarassed.
A/)-Revenant: Simply emaculate.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Well, it sounds like you are all having fun with alcoholic beverages; it is customary to bring something with oneself.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A moment later, With returns to the cockpit with both bottles -- the second one originally intended for Revenant, as well as
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: And should you require more intensive care and specialists, the Omega Hospital in Omega 3 is the best choice for that.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Lazurith's half-empty one -- in tow.]
Lazurith: I hate you so much, Cam.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": As for me, I am a simple agent of the Special Operations Forces of Provence.
Oberth.Effect: Hate the game, not the player.
Menreiki: So another Gallic spook?
Tracey.Rivers: Another spook.
Menreiki: Jinxed Rivers.
A/)-Yoruha-: Good. I will see about seeing a doctor at Freeport 14, then. Rest well!
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Should we book you an appointment right away? Right now, the system is still online.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Who doesn't love embarrassing 'em? It's so easy. [She starts drinking from Laz's bottle as she sits in her chair.]
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": No. It is the policing arm of the government of Provence. We're not Gallics... For the second time.
Oberth.Effect: Pffft heh.
Menreiki: You've yet to explain the difference.
Lazurith: Oh, wait. So you're not from Gallia!
Lazurith: Alright, gotcha.
Oberth.Effect: We -are- Gauls.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": We're from Planet Marseille. We've felt the wars first-hand thanks to the Gallic battleships raining from the sky.
Moreya: Intriguing! It would seem that the people from Gallia have a vested interest in this free port. How curios!
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Like the Battleship Oblique who destroyed my hometown.
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes, please. Would Wednesday next week at 5PM universal time suffice?
Oberth.Effect: Doesn't change centuries of history, non?
Menreiki: I find it quite upsetting. Don't they have something similar up in their corner?
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": We have nothing to do with Gallic imperialism. That's why Provence is autonomous.
Oberth.Effect: Ugh, you're one of those.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: *Goeben swiftly dials in the requested date* Hm...Freeport 14 has capacity for that time and day.
Choomba: So you're like Gallic Zoners?
A/)-Revenant: Heheh.
A/)-Yoruha-: Excellent. I will do that then.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Mmh-- [pulling the bottle from her lips] --now if this lad's saliva nanites turn me into a fuckin' robot or whatever, Rev,
A/)-Yoruha-: Sorry, needed to fix something, and I should be good.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I expect you'll take care of it.
A/)-Revenant: What...
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": More complicated. Please focus on your main subject of discussion. I am simply here to see.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Not interested in beepin' and boopin'.
A/)-Revenant: There's no such thing as that.
A/)-Yoruha-: That is... not how nanites work.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Righto.
[MFE]-Hans.von.Goeben: Then, safe skies, and stay safe!
Choomba: Well if you ever consider we can help you with that...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: No fuckin' thanks.
A/)-Yoruha-: Likewise!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: The indirect kiss is enough for me.
A/)-Revenant: Uh...
Lazurith: Uhm.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mm... It's been quite some time since I've had a kiss.
Menreiki: Huh....
Lazurith: Look, I've got no "nanites" in my saliva. Okay?
A/)-Revenant: There is no such thing as infectious nanites transmitted via fluids.
Lazurith: Actually, I have no nanites where they ain't supposed to be.
Choomba: Laz, Yoruhas running outta nanites
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Sure, I'll take your word for it.
Tracey.Rivers: That sounds like something someone with infectious nanites in their fluids would say.
A/)-Yoruha-: *She blushes.*
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, Tracey gets it.
A/)-Revenant: Kind of disgusting.
Lazurith: Ohmygosh. I DON'T-
Lazurith: I can't. I just can't with you people.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": I have no idea what nanites are. I'm glad to have been born on a normal planet, via normal means, in a normal place.
Oberth.Effect: You're going to kill him with the teasing.
Menreiki: I've only met you today.
A/)-Yoruha-: Well, I wouldn't mind a kiss from him.
A/)-Revenant: Why --
Choomba: Cmon Laz! She's running low! You gotta give her some of yours!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You wanna share the bottle, Yoru?
Lazurith: I just wanted to give out a beer...
Choomba: Hey there Mr Organic
Choomba: Back off, It's Laz's time to be the hero
A/)-Yoruha-: Well.. that would just be a bit creepy of me to drink it on that incentive.
Oberth.Effect: Just kiss already or something.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [Furious snickering.]
Menreiki: Mister...?
Oberth.Effect: [She hits the vape the ocky way.]
Menreiki: [A frustrated sigh is heard.]
Choomba: Oh please dont be one of those guildie
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": I too would like to witness a kiss between two people.
Tracey.Rivers: This is getting weird, guys.
Lazurith: I am inclined to agree.
A/)-Revenant: I'm glad you've assessed that right now.
Choomba: WEird is my specialty
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Now, see, if we were in a proper bar instead of usin' up our O2 here, we'd all take a shot and shout "kiss, kiss!" until they
TFP)-Kelly.With!: felt pressured into actually doin' it.
A/)-Yoruha-: I don't find it weird.
Menreiki: What? Please don't be a lady or something according to those lines?
Choomba: Its only weird if you make it
Tracey.Rivers: Well, you are.
Lazurith: You know what? Kelly's right. This would be a LOT less strange if we were just talking in person like normal people.
Lazurith: Us spacers are complete weirdos.
Oberth.Effect: Contact.
Tracey.Rivers: Oh, great.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I know I'm right, Lazzy, that's why I said it.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Deploying.
Wilde.Raspelbock: I'm only a contact if you wish it.
Oberth.Effect: Does it have riddles?
Wilde.Raspelbock: I do, actually.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mhm. Agreed.
Choomba: Alright, I know ya'll think we're freaks. But this guy?
UC/-Falcu|S: "V": On your six, Oberth.
A/)-Revenant: Do you still have your dating protocol, unit?
Lazurith: Welp, guess everybody's losing their marbles over a single ship. Wonder what's that about.
A/)-Yoruha-: ID is malformed... Revenant? Please advise?
Menreiki: A dating protocol unit...?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: It's a fuckin' freeport. We'll be fine.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Not right now, no. I don't particularly need it.
Lazurith: Mmyeah.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [She chugs the rest of Lazurith's beer.]
A/)-Revenant: I'd like to know who programmed it.
A/)-Revenant: You're skinnier than before.
Wilde.Raspelbock: I programmed it. I had a wife and son when I was human, you know.
Lazurith: [He smacked his lips a few times.] Y'know... I gotta say. It has a very... uh, foamy aftertaste. Dontcha think?
Oberth.Effect: Falcu... best to let the Auxesians handle it.
Lazurith: It's not bad, but it's also not tasty either.
Moreya: Intriguing! I assume it would be best to stay in the proximity of the station, judging by this extreme reaction!
A/)-Revenant: I'm actually late for a meeting.
Menreiki: [Haruka slowly drains what remains of the beer.] This stuff was good.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Wonderful. I'm just here to check in on dear old Lazurith.
Lazurith: Wha--
Lazurith: Huh?
UC/-Falcu|S: "V": "When I was human"...
Tracey.Rivers: Huh?
A/)-Revenant: Oh~?
A/)-Yoruha-: Eeh?
Lazurith: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Menreiki: Another friend of yours?
A/)-Revenant: Oh. Right. Of course. You're him.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Foamy aftertaste?
A/)-Revenant: Makes sense.
Choomba: Someones got friends in low places huh
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, it's good.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Nice and filling.
A/)-Revenant: Anyway. Feel free to detonate the drone before it eats you.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Guh. Imagine this with a nice burger.
Lazurith: "Him"? Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down?
Menreiki: Takes a little to get used to it but it ain't bad. [She smiles satisfied.]
Choomba: Laz you got friends in low places
Choomba: I like that
Wilde.Raspelbock: Ah, I know! A riddle.
Lazurith: Tell me about it.
Choomba: Well I think you should tell Yoruha about it
A/)-Yoruha-: Food would be nice right now.
Choomba: OVer some drinks ofcourse.
Choomba: And dinner
Menreiki: And candles?
Wilde.Raspelbock: A mercenary, a Viper, and a Technocrat wanderer stroll into a Gardener's den.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Bring any memories to mind?
Choomba: Nah nah, That's too much too soon
Choomba: Baby steps
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Never had a candelight dinner.
Lazurith: Rrgh. Okay, I think I got the gist of it now.
Menreiki: You wanted them to kiss already.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Great.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Someone offers, though, I won't say no.
A/)-Revenant: I really urge you shoot it, by the by.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mm.. maybe.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Now, A King, a Preist, and a Banker demand the mercenary to abandon the other two and join them.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Who does the mercenary abandon, Lazurith?
Choomba: Oooooh
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Sounds like the Ancient Earth's DnDs.
Choomba: The plot thickens.
Menreiki: Miss With, I can tell you one thing. They can be really unpleasant...
Lazurith: His former self, and the parasite... thing... that's inside his mind.
Lazurith: Am I on the right track here?
Wilde.Raspelbock: Correct! He abandons himself.
A/)-Revenant: What an odd metaphor for Caliban.
Moreya: Curios! The logical answer would be to abandon the priest, as the banker is likely the one who hired the mercenary!
Wilde.Raspelbock: And finally, a Gardener offers him a choice. Life, wrapped in the cloak of Despair, or Death, wrapped in the cloak of Mercy.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What, candlelight dinners?
Menreiki: Yes.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": That sounds like a Greek tragedy now.
Moreya: And yet, it would seem this riddle doesn't follow any specific logic!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ain't those supposed to be super romantic and beautiful? You know, storybook type of shite.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Will the wandering technocrat come to his aid before he loses what he has left?
Choomba: I think the logic here is that there is no correct answer and that it is merely a matter or choice and consequence.
Menreiki: They are supposed to be like that. Yes. But in the end, story book tales are only beautiful because they are that. Tales.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Deep... ahem.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Mmh... sounds defeatist.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You gotta live your life beautifully.
Lazurith: I didn't think he ever needed help with anything.
Tracey.Rivers: Life is nothing like the storybooks. Life is even weirder.
A/)-Revenant: Heh.
A/)-Revenant: He always did. Still does.
Lazurith: He seems strong enough to handle himself. Why would he need me?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: When you look back on it all, as your cockpit's crackin' if you're lucky, or as you're on a bed gettin' dialysis if you're not.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What do you have left?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Your memories and your honor.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You gotta ensure they're beautiful ones.
A/)-Revenant: He is appearing strong when he is weak.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": That reminds me... I heard about something like this. "Live happily".
A/)-Revenant: Anyhow. That's enough playtime with the Gardeners toys.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Ancient Earth something.
A/)-Revenant: Get rid of it.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Very well then.
Lazurith: No, stop.
Lazurith: Why are you telling me this?
A/)-Revenant: "Stop"?
A/)-Yoruha-: Agreed, Miss With.
A/)-Revenant: What is wrong with you?
A/)-Revenant has set Wilde.Raspelbock as group target.
Lazurith: Why me, "Gardener"?
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: That was meant for Local
Menreiki: I've probably found the least solace in romance than anything in this galaxy.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, I can't disagree.
A/)-Yoruha-: Agreed Miss With.
Lazurith: I need to know.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: People are unreliable. They disappoint you. They die, they disappear.
Tracey.Rivers: No answer. Typical.
Tracey.Rivers: What was that all about?
A/)-Yoruha-: Wait.. Revenant, do you need assistance?
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Death is not (mostly) something the person decides though.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Glad you've got some sense, Yoru'.
Lazurith: ...No idea.
Oberth.Effect: Go, Techie. Go help.
Lazurith: But I don't like it.
Tracey.Rivers: Well, I'm here to help.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What're we helpin' with?
Choomba: yep! Get over here!
A/)-Yoruha-: Moving to engage, Infectee operator!
Lazurith: They've got this.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ah.
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": If needed I can help as well.
Kitaro.Mazda: Need assistance?
Menreiki: They should have it handled.
Plotting waypoint to: A/)-Revenant
Oberth.Effect: I will leave it to the professionals.
Moreya: Hm! Assistant! It would seem like you are tied into more weaves than I anticipated. I hope this won't negatively affect your -
Moreya: performance?
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Right.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What do you think, Laz?
Lazurith: I think that if I happen to die, it could possibly, potentially affect my work performance.
A/)-Revenant: You need to stop meddling with Nomads, Lazur
A/)-Revenant was obliterated by Wilde.Raspelbock (100%)
A/)-Yoruha-: Tractoring in Revenant!
[OOC] A/)-Revenant: aight headed to bed
A/)-Yoruha-: Moving to support!@
A/)-Revenant: needed an out lmao 2am
[OOC] Kitaro.Mazda: okay
[OOC] Kitaro.Mazda: good rest
Choomba: figurted
A/)-Revenant: yoruha use /wpp Name to find someone
A/)-Yoruha-: Out of character for me to say as this may be - screw that! I am combat ineffective!
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: I'm ineffective, in a snub
A/)-Revenant: no you're not dude
A/)-Revenant: GBs die VERY easily
A/)-Revenant: and i was flying straight without hitting regens, he took forever to kill me
A/)-Revenant: lol
Kitaro.Mazda: Got raider on my scanners
Kitaro.Mazda: Weapons online
A/)-Revenant: /wpp on Choomba
Choomba: D^
TFP)-Kelly.With!: En route.
Choomba: 6
Oberth.Effect: No loyalty, eh Laz?
A/)-Yoruha-: We need help here!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [She quickly pulls her helmet on, taking a last sip of Lazurith's beer before tossing the bottle onto her cockpit floor.]
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": We guessed.
Wilde.Raspelbock: You COULD also leave me be, you know.
Choomba: d6
A/)-Revenant: type /wpp Choomba to find him
Oberth.Effect: Give 'em hell, then.
Choomba: No way gonk
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Neither do I.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: C'mere, you half-breed bastard.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Don't fuck with us.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Guns hot.
A/)-Yoruha-: You are not welcome here, Thrall of the K'hara!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Yoru, did you, uh, get Rev's pod?
A/)-Yoruha-: Affirm!
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: rl emergency
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Phew.
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: all good, take care
Lazurith: I have... no idea, honest to God.
Menreiki: And why is it supposed to be because of /you/?
Lazurith: He was looking for me.
Menreiki: What is that thing...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: A fuckin' abomination.
Tracey.Rivers: Nothing good.
A/)-Yoruha-: Nomad infectee.
Lazurith: Stay the hell away from it if you value your lives.
A/)-Yoruha-: Engage with weapons! Send it to the pits of hell!
UC/-Falcu|S: "Ventu": Returning to Barrier Gate.
A/)-Yoruha-: Auxesia operatives, I am now actual - engage!
Menreiki: I'll stick to you two Mister Lazurith and Miss Rivers.
Menreiki: Or just you Miss Rivers.
Lazurith: They've got it handled.
A/)-Yoruha-: Infectee gunship, sunk!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Mihi vindictam, ego retribuam.
Wilde.Raspelbock died to TFP)-Kelly.With! (41%)
Assisted by: Kitaro.Mazda (27%), A/)-Yoruha- (19%)
Lazurith: ...
Kitaro.Mazda: Die you silly thing
Menreiki: Well it's gone.
Tracey.Rivers: Interesting.
Moreya: How very curios!
Wilde.Raspelbock: *** {You'll be hearing from me soon, Lazurith} ***
Choomba: So. Laz buddy
A/)-Yoruha-: AWS: Left engine fire. APU failure. Hydraulics failure. EOS failure. Radar Failure.
Kitaro.Mazda: Stinky winky is yapping
Tracey.Rivers: Never seen something like this before.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: And they say I can't drink while flyin'.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Fuckin' stuck-up bastards.
Oberth.Effect: Remember when you said aliens wouldn't show up here?
Choomba: Jinxed it
TFP)-Kelly.With!: /I/ said nothin' of the sort.
Tracey.Rivers: Didn't I mention they did?
A/)-Yoruha-: AWS: APU Fire. Astrionics malfunction - INS, EOTS, Astronomic Alignment system.
Lazurith: ...Let's... just get back to Barrier Gate. Whoever needs repairs, they've probably got you covered there.
Choomba: Lets get you back for repair Yoruha
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Yoruha, stay on my six.
A/)-Yoruha-: Y: Yes.
Lazurith: What a mess.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [She lets out a sudden burp.] 'Scuse me.
Moreya: Considering Mister Abrams was fighting one just two days ago near Barrier Gate, this statement would not seem to be valid.
Lazurith: Damn. Cheers, girl.
Kitaro.Mazda: Looks like i came in a good time
Choomba: Anybody looks at her funny I'll blow a hole in ya m'self
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes you did. Thank you everyone who assisted us.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So, Lazzy, lad.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Fuck was that all about?
Lazurith: I've no idea.
Kitaro.Mazda: Yeah always there for my mates
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Sure you don't have fuckin' jelly buggers in your saliva?
Lazurith: Hell no.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Maybe I shoulda worried about that instead of nanites.
Lazurith: I don't like those jelly bastards myself.
A/)-Yoruha-: Just because one is associated with the nomads does not always make them an infectee..
Lazurith: The only issue is... erm. They also don't like me very much.
A/)-Yoruha-: Those missiles... hurt quite a bit.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Can't be too bloody careful these days, Yor'. As we just fuckin' learned.
Choomba: Those things love to start chaos.
Choomba: If they cant actually plant a seed in ya they can always plant doubts
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So have no doubts.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Act without hesitation.
Choomba: That is if Im giving Laz the Benefit of the doubt.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Lock the fuck in.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That's the way.
A/)-Yoruha-: Barrier Gate Bay Charlie, Yoruha, to land, request emergency crews for fire.
A/)-Yoruha-: Nani-tte~?!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What?
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: (What the?!)
A/)-Yoruha-: They just started shooting at me, those Outcasts!
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: kelly dont speak kusarese.
Lazurith: [He breathed a long sigh of relief.]
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: more an ooRP reference than anything
[2024-09-20] 01:10:41 You have sent 50.000 credits to A/)-Yoruha-.
A/)-Yoruha-: There.. finally underwent repairs.
Choomba: How are you feeling?
Moreya: *She yawns involuntarily.* This was quite exciting, and a bit worrisome. I hope encounters like these are not going to become-
Moreya: the norm here at Barrier Gate?
Choomba: Maybe not Barrier gate..
Oberth.Effect: They are the norm in the worlds beyond the Houses.
Oberth.Effect: Let us be frank.
A/)-Yoruha-: I feel well. Coming from my time in the Omicrons.. such engagements are rarely something uncommon for me to deal with~
Lazurith: Ah. I didn't know you were part of the Orion detachment.
Lazurith: That's surprising. Y'all are tough as nails.
A/)-Yoruha-: Iie, I wasn't. I served with the defense forces of Freeport 11.
Choomba: Yikes.
Lazurith: Close enough.
A/)-Yoruha-: I served primarily during the Port Carthage incident and after for a time, mainly as a CIC and Navigational officer aboard ZCV
A/)-Yoruha-: Dragostea and ZCV Rathgrith.
Lazurith: That's gotta be one heck of a resume.
A/)-Yoruha-: I take pride in my 'upbringing', as it were.
A/)-Yoruha-: As much of an upbringing that an AGI can have.
Tracey.Rivers: Hmm. What's the difference between the Omicrons and the Independent Worlds?
Tracey.Rivers: One is an untamed frontier full of dangerous aliens and petty warlords.
Tracey.Rivers: And the other is the Omicrons.
Moreya: Oh my!
Choomba: Checks out
Lazurith: Well, you're not entirely wrong, I think.
Menreiki: Both have to deal with housers encroaching on their turf.
Lazurith: But the Omicrons are... bad. Like, real bad. You don't wanna stick around there for long.
Oberth.Effect: Commencing dock procedures.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mmhm. Especially back then. It was the midst of the conflict between the Order and Core.
A/)-Yoruha-: Farewell, Oberth. Bonne nuit.
Tracey.Rivers: I am aware.
Menreiki: Are all the Gallics finally gone?
Choomba: They smell funny or something?
Moreya: The corsican left the system during the engagement with the unknown vessel.
Lazurith: Good for them.
Menreiki: They should just stick to their corner of space and not bother the rest of us.
Lazurith: I'd've done the same, in their position.
Menreiki: Caused /enough/ troubles for everyone already.
Lazurith: "Oh, what's that. A ship with XB readings with unknown alloys and unidentified components. Welp, I'd better go!"
A/)-Yoruha-: Are we truly going to blame the Gallic people for going along with that old lie of the crown?
Lazurith: Why can't people be more like them?
Moreya: I have to admit, I am quite surprised by the sheer number of intelligence operatives frequenting the station!
Menreiki: Housers just should stick to their space.
Moreya: It is... concerning!
Choomba: Makes me wonder
Lazurith: Well, Tinsley /did/ open the place up for everybody.
Menreiki: And not turn the indepedents into their puppets.
Menreiki: They occupied our stations during their war.
Lazurith: He just made it pretty darn safe for them to not open fire on regular Joes like us.
Moreya: Frankly, it would seem you are more of an irregular Joe, Mister Kris!
Lazurith: I'm quite regular, thank you.
Tracey.Rivers: Where did you come from, where did you go...
Tracey.Rivers: Sorry.
Choomba: Where did you come from co-
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes, as evidenced by the ducks you would keep sending me~
Menreiki: Ducks?
Lazurith: Wait, no. Those were not ducks.
Lazurith: Those were geese pictures.
Lazurith: And it was an accident.
Menreiki: You keep getting weirder.
Choomba: Duck Picks
A/)-Yoruha-: Geese, yes.
Choomba: Ah, Bigger than regular duck pics.
Lazurith: My Neural Net had a bug that would keep attaching the same picture of geese to every single person I would talk to.
Menreiki: Longer even.
Choomba: You are truly Blessed Laz.
A/)-Yoruha-: I wonder why Miss With has been silent.. I hope she's okay.
Lazurith: I kid you not, this was NOT on purpose.
Menreiki: Maybe combat adrenals wearing off.
Tracey.Rivers: How did that even happen?
Choomba: What the Geese?
Lazurith: Well, usually that happens when you fiddle with your own Neural NetCode.
Choomba: Kelly's probably takin a bit to sober up.
[OOC] Choomba: She laggin hard
Lazurith: I did a bit of tweaking to prevent trackers and such.
Moreya: The amount of malfunctioning soft- and hardware surrounding you appears to be quite concerning!
Lazurith: But it backfires sometimes.
Lazurith: Nothing's perfect, Doc.
Tracey.Rivers: Bit of a big risk, isn't it?
Lazurith: It's just more evident with me because I complain about it every five minutes.
Choomba: Tell me about it. This one time I tried to create an Impulsive thought filter, forgot one 0 in a line and it was awful
Lazurith: What's life without a little risk?
Tracey.Rivers: True.
Choomba: Couldn't shut up for weeks
Tracey.Rivers: But only a little.
Lazurith: Oh, yeah. Just a little. I'm not suicidal.
Moreya: That would appear to be a rather apologetic statement. All these imperfections can easily be taken care of.
Moreya: Frankly, I would not dare to enter this vessel if I was aware of any malfunctional machinery!
Choomba: But the imperfections is what makes it fun!
Choomba: Interesting...
Lazurith: It's just somewhat tiring to fix all of your bugs and glitches.
Choomba: Exciting!
Menreiki: I am gonna retire for today, meditate a little and then head in for a nice rest.
Lazurith: By the time I get around to it, I'm usually too tired to actually fix anything.
Choomba: ~Intriguing....
A/)-Yoruha-: Rest well, Menreiki.
Lazurith: Oh, take care of yourself, ma'am.
Tracey.Rivers: See ya.
Moreya: It was a pleasure to make the acquaintance! Rest well!
A/)-Yoruha-: ... I.. I sense something.
A/)-Yoruha-: Something familiar.
Tracey.Rivers: Uh oh. This reading again.
Lazurith: Here comes the chill down my sp-p-p-pine.
Moreya: Intriguing!
Tracey.Rivers: You good?
Choomba: Yes indeed!
Lazurith: Which is... even more creepy, because I don't have one.
A/)-Yoruha-: Phantom sensations.. I suppose?
Lazurith: Something like that.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: **{Indeed, it does come. To all who can feel it. An icicle travels down the neck, then the back.}**
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A/)-Yoruha-: Brrhh.....samuii.... cold..
Choomba: hm, I'ma go check something out
Tracey.Rivers: Well. That's creepy.
Lazurith: ...It's been one of those days.
[OOC] Moreya: Sorry, game crashed
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: wb
[OOC] Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: wb~
[OOC] Choomba: wb
Choomba: Coulda sworn something popped up here...
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [The energy signature moves closer.]
Choomba: Woah.
A/)-Yoruha-: .. Psyche.
Choomba: You know this one Yoruha?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [It pauses just within active sensor range.]
Tracey.Rivers: You know what's dumber than speaking to aliens?
Lazurith: ...Drinking tar?
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes... I do. Before I took up with the Technocracy. I encountered it in Inverness.
Tracey.Rivers: Singing to aliens.
Tracey.Rivers: Like, who does that?
Lazurith: We could try that.
Tracey.Rivers: No.
Tracey.Rivers: Not again.
Moreya: Frankly, Miss Rivers, you have done so, merely two days ago!
Tracey.Rivers: You can't make me.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: **{The voice of a young woman echoes. Familiar.}** "We remember thy song."
Moreya: Did you already forget, Miss Rivers?
Tracey.Rivers: Oh, goodness gracious.
Lazurith: Okay, but you don't have to be alone in it.
Lazurith: I can sing with you, too.
Moreya: You did sing to it, upon my suggestion!
A/)-Yoruha-: *Hums a tune, before singing briefly.*
Lazurith: I'm only a little tipsy.
Tracey.Rivers: That's what it wants.
A/)-Yoruha-: Taaan.... ma taaan... la la la... la la luu... Plaute tai.... mi fai.. o gunema..
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: **{A mischievous giggle fills the air. Lavender flower petals flutter into view, then disappear in the blink of an eye.}**
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Is that what We want?"
Lazurith: I hope so.
Choomba: Yoruha?
A/)-Yoruha-: Hm?
Choomba: You alright?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [It edges closer.]
A/)-Yoruha-: Oh.. uhm.. yes.
Choomba: hey!
Choomba: Where you going?
A/)-Yoruha-: N... nowhere. I..
A/)-Yoruha-: *She breathes in heavily and exhales, centering herself.*
Choomba: Well it looks like you're getting closer to that thing.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Thou art entranced in Our glamour."
Choomba: Hey Get back!
Moreya: Curios! Most curios!
Tracey.Rivers: Yep. Definitely not good.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Our touch hath not extended to any of thy number."
Lazurith: ...
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Her enchantment is of her own doing."
Choomba: Laz, Ima need you to watch Yoruha.
Lazurith: I shall.
Choomba: Not sure If I'll be able to take this thing on but hopefully I can get it to buzz off
Lazurith: She's... a fickle one. She's only here to be amused by... well. Us.
Lazurith: A non-threat, unless you make her into one.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Fickle alone? Hast thou forgotten the rest, little spark?"
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Choomba: Who do you mean by "She"
A/)-Yoruha-: Yours hath touched this one before.
Lazurith: The Nomad.
Tracey.Rivers: Oh.
Moreya: Oh my!
Lazurith: They assimilate an identity.
Choomba: Thats what I wanted to know.
Lazurith: Or so it seems.
A/)-Yoruha-: The one once of Yuekichi.
Choomba: So you're telling me they're both "Yoruha"?
Choomba: In a sense?
Lazurith: No. Not quite.
Lazurith: The Nomad has their... own... identity. Argh...
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Assimilation. A misnomer."
Lazurith: I lack the mental capacity to really explain this.
Choomba: Laz, you know more about this than I do. What do we do?
Tracey.Rivers: So it wants to be amused. Should we send in the clowns or the bears?
Lazurith: Leave it be.
Choomba: You can explain that to me later
A/)-Yoruha-: Send... me.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We bear no spitfire."
Choomba: And your intentions?
A/)-Yoruha-: This one bears no spitfire either.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "To swim, little one. And observe."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "To make the stars laugh."
Choomba: Oh.
Choomba: That sounds pretty reasonable.
Choomba: Are you and Yoruha Friends?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We know many in these seas."
Choomba: Well that kind of not really answers the question..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Bloody fuckin' shite.
Choomba: Gahh I wish revenant was here.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Comms, window tint, fuckin' everything but life support was shittering out.
Choomba: Rev's better with the smart people theory concept stuff.
Lazurith: She wouldn't make this any easier.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Fuck did I miss?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Another little one."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Oh, more of you little bastards.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Another?"
Choomba: Hold on Kelly. This one's different.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What makes it different? [Her eyes narrow disbelievingly.]
A/)-Yoruha-: {She looks behind her, towards Kelly and the others. And then to Psyche. She tries using her working memory, through her brain
Choomba: It's got Yoruha Acting all weird.
A/)-Yoruha-: to warn that it may be too dangerous to be here.}
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Only her own swansong compelling her."
A/)-Yoruha-: {She thinks the message, in the hopes Psyche may recieve.}
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Since when do squids fuckin' interface with robots?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: (Amusement.) "One that is not entirely of lifeless metal."
A/)-Yoruha-: "This one is metal binded to flesh, machine that inhabits the kingdom of man."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Choomba, what makes this squid any different?
Moreya: That is... bewildering! And confirms that Mister Abrams was able to feel the influence within his cybernetic spine.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Hell... why do we call 'em squids? What the fuck is a "squid"?
Moreya: Marvelous!
Choomba: All I'm saying is Kelly, I woulda started blasting a while ago if it hasn't got Yoruha under some spell.
Choomba: I'de rather not find out what Yoruha might do if we piss this thing off.
A/)-Yoruha-: I was once deaf to the song. The song of Psyche breached the shores and allowed me to hear. Their kind.. is not one and the sam
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Kill the enchanter and their charms'll wear off.
A/)-Yoruha-: e as the Infectee.
A/)-Yoruha-: Or their benefactors.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "No spell crafted. Only the beauty of song appreciated."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What are ya, a cheap panhandler?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Playin' for the passersby in the hopes you'll get a coin or two?
Choomba: Ya'll know Yoruha better'n I do. I'll leave this call to you And I'll back you up.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: **{Another giggle, fluttering in space.}** "Mayhaps, dear traveler."
A/)-Yoruha-: *She giggles with Psyche.*
Choomba: Laz, You DEFINITELY Got and idea of whats going on. And you say to leave it.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Half a mind to tell ya to get a job, but I sure as fuck wouldn't hire you.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Yor', talk to us. What's going on in there?
Lazurith: Wh-what.
Lazurith: She's... talking to her. Willingly, it seems.
A/)-Yoruha-: Nothing to fear. It did not harm me before.. the Wild that was there however.. was somewhat more malicious.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [An exasperated sigh.] So is it a friendly interspecies chat, then? No tricks?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "There are degrees. Varieties. More than the monolith thou knowest."
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "More beyond a singular Light."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A grimace, as the Vagrant's notes play out in With's head.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I fuckin' hate it when they do that.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Thy heart is plain. It is difficult to not caress it as We pass by it."
Moreya: Oh my!
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "It is rough to the touch. Hot."
Choomba: Yeah think that ones got ya pegged there Kelly.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Child of the fires of hell."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: And what, supposed to be ashamed of having a flame burn inside me?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Rather that than life without living.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Art thou meant to feel shame? We do not seek such."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Mmh.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Thou merely art what thou art."
Choomba: I dont think that's what the nomad meant..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [Her mind bristles at the intrusion, however gentle. It feels like a burden upon her awareness.]
Choomba: But I dont know what it means either... Arrghe
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Child of the fires of hell, aye. You got me.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [The Falchion thrusts up to the nomad form.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: And what are you, then?
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: **{The attention of the alien shifts, regarding the Legionnaire. All at once comes a creeping realization as imagery--
Moreya: Miss With! Please, be careful!
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Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: --flutters into view. A human enters a cocoon, then emerges a butterfly.}**
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Rebirth. Apotheosis itself."
Lazurith: ...Fancy.
Choomba: What the ff....
[OOC] Tracey.Rivers: sorry, connection got dropped
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: all good, wb
[OOC] Choomba: wb
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Big talk, fancy imagery.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A vague smile of appreciation creeps across Kelly's face, even as she suppresses the looming headache she knows is
TFP)-Kelly.With!: coming on.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Hope you live up to that.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Puttin' on airs you haven't earned is /degrading/.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We have ventured into death to find life itself."
[OOC] Choomba: Would it be Failrp if I engaged on you?
[OOC] Choomba: sry Wrong ask but the vagrant I mean
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Snatching heaven from the bowels of hell, innit?
Lazurith: ...Tell me. You've felt his presence here, haven't you?
Lazurith: Is that what brought you here?
Moreya: Intriguing! An oxymoron. Shakespearean speech, countless metaphors, and an interest in the low quality singing of Miss Rivers!
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "The ebb and flow dictates much."
Moreya: It would seem this alien race is quite interested in artistic expressionism!
Tracey.Rivers: Oh, thanks.
Lazurith: Some of them are more interested in the indiscriminate eradication of humanity.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I'm interested in the indiscriminate eradication of those fuckers.
A/)-Yoruha-: "Ebb.. and flow."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Such fire."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We recall the source of the flame. Thy hearth, gone cold."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: The Flame yet lives.
Tracey.Rivers: Well, fortunately, I will not be assaulting your eardrums this time. Show's over.
Lazurith: Aww.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "To where shalt thou bring fire?"
Choomba: Tracey. Don't be rash.
Lazurith: Hey, if only my optic worked, I'd've installed a karaoke soft.
Lazurith: But... well. It ain't working now. This is starting to bother me a lot, because I'm not supposed to see blue with my other eye.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: To where?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A scoff.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Back where it belongs. Back home.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: "The hearth", as ya said.
Tracey.Rivers: Ship speakers aren't meant for this sort of thing.
Moreya: I advise you to visit me at my workshop, Mister Kris. Both for the monetary reward and to have me inspect your ocular implant.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: And onto anyone who gets in the way of that.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "A compelling burn. Perhaps one aligned."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Have a hard time believin' that.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "What dost thou believe Us to wish for?"
TFP)-Kelly.With!: From what I've seen of ye? Death, destruction, with no care for who or what it rains down upon.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Little bloody parlour tricks cloaked in tantalizin' metaphor, to delude people into overlookin' the fact you only offer
TFP)-Kelly.With!: death to life.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Death and destruction, parlour tricks... these are not ends. They are means."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Or dost thou believe Us incapable of higher purpose?"
Choomba: Well the Higher purpose can wait...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: If there's a higher purpose within ya, never seen it. Been a bit busy fighting a war the past decade to try puzzlin' it out.
Choomba: Earlier Yoruha and Lazarus were having a good conversation till you showed up and made things all tense.
A/)-Yoruha-: If.. I.. I may elucidate.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: We can go elsewhere, Choom.
A/)-Yoruha-: These seas.. systems - they were originally ordained for the K'hara.. long before man laid eyes on the Sirius star cluster.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Leave ye lot to yer piss-taking.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Not that I'm judgin', mind, done plenty of that myself.
Choomba: I'm still trying to process what's going on. Im starting to overheat with logic nulls.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We wish to reclaim what We need to grow. To evolve. Nothing more. Nothing less. And We are not driven to sundering all like--
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: --Our Brethren."
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.
A/)-Yoruha-: The brethren of these which Psyche resides amongst - are those who are the bigger threat - driven by vengeance, anger and hate.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A pang of sympathy and despair reverberates through Kelly's mind. Imagery of Galveston being scuttled, forward guns tearing
TFP)-Kelly.With!: through mighty Arbiters. Humble cities lying in ruins.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What... specifically... are you seekin' to reclaim?
A/)-Yoruha-: [Mieko is reminded again, of the visions evoked by the Wilde operator so long ago - men and women, nomad forms, all gored and
A/)-Yoruha-: blasted, in vain - a tumultuous cycle of hatred.]
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We wish to swim within Our seas, unfettered and unbound, free to access all required."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "All in this sector is crafted for this end."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: **{Sector. An oddly human word to use.}**
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A long pause.]
A/)-Yoruha-: We of human-kind are.. one for compartmentalizing that which we see and encounter into categorized sets.
A/)-Yoruha-: Hence the use of the term 'sector'.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: To live unchained. To take yer future into yer own hands.
A/)-Yoruha-: Much like our homeworld, Terra, within the Sol Sector.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "This is the essence of Our desire."
Choomba: And how is that achievable with the constant conflicts that arise that is inevitable with hu-
Choomba: [Comms shut off after a short realization]
A/)-Yoruha-: Long gone, long left behind - much like the Dom'Kavash.. left you and your brethren.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: If I had to wager a guess, Choom'...
Choomba: No need. I think the odds of that are 0-2.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: By fightin' for it. Same as we do.
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.. that sadly seems to be the only viable course of action.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "There are paths beyond spitfire."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "We seek all routes to Our future."
A/)-Yoruha-: Please enlighten this one.
Choomba: Thus the "means" to an end.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A heavy sigh as she's reminded of her newfound duties. The headache grows impossible to suppress.]
A/)-Yoruha-: Miss With?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [Her voice is strained as she pushes the pain to the side.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, many ways to skin the proverbial cat.
Moreya: As I understand it, "spitfire" means combat? Does this mean these aliens are open to find ways that are not involving fighting?
Choomba: But that's mere Ideology. In order to do so would be trampling on other demographic beliefs.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Thou art correct, seeker of truths."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Yet those in power in thy homes are invested in carrying on as though We know naught but war."
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes. Spitfire - violence, the exchange of fire betwixt forms.
Choomba: Are you implying achieving a form of unified singularity?
A/)-Yoruha-: And yes.. the houses have much to gain.. from the exploitation of the Slomon K'hara.. much as the main collective has of our
A/)-Yoruha-: annihilation.
Moreya: Hm! It would seem that seeking animosity and holding grudges belong to the negative traits mankind appears unable to abandon!
Moreya: And yet, there is hope, on occasion!
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "The Brethren are chained by their pain and fear. Just as shadowlings are."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: These brethren.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [She tries to call to mind the image of Raspelbock earlier, the unwanted and malicious intrusion.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Like that fucker from a bit ago.
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: oops
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Hunting dogs."
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Hounds of death."
A/)-Yoruha-: Ravenous hounds from hell, who spitfire to spitfire, or linger amongst the flocks of man.
A/)-Yoruha-: Rarely an in-between.
Choomba: Speaking of spitfire.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Don't hell's name in vain.
Lazurith: ...Man, just when I thought we had seen enough Gauls today.
Guepard-1: Would you look at that...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [She says it dryly, clearly aware of the irony but with a sense of sincerity behind it.]
A/)-Yoruha-: ... Royalist..
Tracey.Rivers: Oh, Jesus.
Guepard-1: What gauls have you seen?
Lazurith: All kinds, dude.
Guepard-1: Such as?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Now I've really seen it all.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [A defensive posture, adopted.]
Choomba: Jean Veranunya.
Choomba: Every heard of em?
Lazurith: Uh, dunno. One of 'em talked funny.
Lazurith: The other... uh, not so much.
Lazurith: Oh, and they had gunboats, too.
Moreya: At least three!
A/)-Yoruha-: [She looks to the Gaul on her radar, and then to Psyche. A calming feeling overcomes her initial hostility.]
Lazurith: Whole bunch of 'em.
Lazurith: I honest to God can't say much more than that, because I can barely distinguish you people. No offense.
Lazurith: I'm just an uneducated Sirian bumpkin.
Guepard-1: You brought the pet for a walk, auxesians?
Tracey.Rivers: I'd recognise these markings anywhere.
Tracey.Rivers: Seen them on the news enough times.
A/)-Yoruha-: What do you speak of, parasite of the rotting crown?
Guepard-1: I take none, I know that feeling.
Lazurith: Smooth.
Guepard-1: Parasite, huh...
A/)-Yoruha-: Your kind caused enough misery and suffering here.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [The Falchion's weapons power up, but it takes no aggressive maneuvers.]
Guepard-1: It's bizarre that you seem far more concerned of a real human being than a space fish.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Bizarre that you think ya've any right to comment on Sirian affairs.
Guepard-1: Here? Did Bretonia take over this region?
Lazurith: Well, our fellow man tends to be psychotic, deranged, and sometimes downright nasty. And you never see it comin'.
A/)-Yoruha-: Suffice to say, your kind did just as much, if not more damage than the Slomon K'hara could ever manifest.
A/)-Yoruha-: Or has, rather.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Fuck are you doin' here instead of bein' off in Gallia shootin' the people that took over after Big Chucky kicked the bucket?
Guepard-1: There's many affairs we're looking after.
A/)-Yoruha-: The only affair you should look for is the door to the Hebrides.
Moreya: Hm. It took just one pilot to devolve this civil exchange into aforementioned grudge and animosity.
Guepard-1: This place just happens to be my assigned region for now.
A/)-Yoruha-: You are not desired nor welcomed here.
Guepard-1: And to whom am I speaking?
Choomba: I like your observation Moreya.
Choomba: Just proves it right.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Now, am I bein' animosi... animositous?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I'm askin' a polite question.
Guepard-1: And I answered it.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So what's your assignment here?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Spyin' on the locals?
Choomba: Hearts and minds.
Guepard-1: The locals being Crayter, mostly.
Moreya: Frankly, the grudge against the people proudly wearing the flag of planetary genocide is not to be overcome quickly, if at all.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Hearts and minds, eh. [Another dry laugh.] Ironic.
Lazurith: Well, pal. They are that-a-way. There's a whole planet over there, with a whole bunch of 'em.
A/)-Yoruha-: If you are expecting allies here, you will be sorely mistaken. I doubt there is a soul in this sector that will tolerate your
A/)-Yoruha-: kind.
Guepard-1: I do not expect any allies, specially among auxesian.
Lazurith: I can show you to their world, if you want.
Guepard-1: It's clear the group is clearly opportunist.
A/)-Yoruha-: Maybe we can take him to meet his god, as well.
Guepard-1: Clearly so... Yes.
Lazurith: Not... necessary. Maybe the gent will want his own fill of information, and then he'll be on his way.
Guepard-1: I'm certainly not here to kill anyone.
Moreya: Frankly, that would be against the order of this free port!
Guepard-1: If I was, I'd come with my wingmen with little word to say.
Guepard-1: That's also a fair point.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [The alien remains at a distance.]
Guepard-1: No need to disrespect mister George Tinsley.
Lazurith: He's a fine gent.
Tracey.Rivers: How thoughtful.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: How sweet.
Tracey.Rivers: I'm sure the ashes of Leeds would be comforted.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [No comment from the hotheaded legionnaire.]
Guepard-1: Do you seriously expect me to make a comment regarding the mess that ended being Leeds?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Gah. Don't... don't do that.
A/)-Yoruha-: Your kind promulgated that atrocity, lest we forget.
Guepard-1: I didn't approve of it, but that's not how the Royal Navy worked.
Guepard-1: It's my cross to carry nonetheless.
Choomba: Lemme guess: "Jsut following orders
Lazurith: You do not have to carry it, pal.
Lazurith: There's more to life than fighting for a cause that died with Leeds.
A/)-Yoruha-: You had a choice when that happened. To disavow the Roi and let it rot. "Just following orders" is the motto of genocidal
Lazurith: Where's the joy? Where's the love?
Guepard-1: Well yes, don't you do the exact same thing, Choomba-actual?
A/)-Yoruha-: monsters and the intolerant wishing to simply avoid responsibility.
Lazurith: C'mon.
Lazurith: Take this burden off your shoulders. Live a little.
Tracey.Rivers: No, no.
Guepard-1: What makes you think I'm fighting for "a dead cause", Lazurith?
Choomba: I do whatever I want to do. And make friends along the way.
Tracey.Rivers: Let him keep fighting.
Tracey.Rivers: He'll get his in the end.
Lazurith: Well, the fact you're still sportin' the marks of a Royalty that's... well, quite frankly, a thing of the past.
A/)-Yoruha-: Your people linger and hide in the Hebrides, worshipping what remains of the very same people that caused billions of lives to
Tracey.Rivers: That cross you mentioned? Your entire people will carry it for generations.
A/)-Yoruha-: perish, and the impact upon trillions more.
Guepard-1: That's what you've read on the newsletters, Yoruha?
Lazurith: And yeah - she's right. Y'ain't alone. A whole lot of your Gallic brothers and sisters are carrying your same weight.
Lazurith: Rejoin them.
Guepard-1: You'd be surprised of the variety we have back home.
Choomba: Oh what, Pasta?
A/)-Yoruha-: Your people are why now, people from Leeds, who saught refuge on Guadalajara, are now toiling in misery at Liberty's hand.
Guepard-1: You're going to blame /us/ for the mistakes and sins of Liberty now?
Guepard-1: How adequate of you.
Guepard-1: We could go way, way, /way/ back, if we're playing this game.
Guepard-1: And see who thre the first stone.
A/)-Yoruha-: All has consequences that impact upon the predecessed.
A/)-Yoruha-: And do not humor me with that age old lie about betrayal.
A/)-Yoruha-: I would sooner consume whole an incubus and raise hell upon Valravn than believe that lie.
Lazurith: That's... oddly specific.
Guepard-1: Then don't humor me with trying to blame us for what libertonians did.
Lazurith: Pal, why are you doing this? This is the general consensus that's happening right now.
Lazurith: Why? There ain't nothin' in it for you.
A/)-Yoruha-: I am not blaming you for what they did. I am blaming you and your ilk for what brought those innocent people there.
Lazurith: You know full well you're... toiling for something that has no gains.
Choomba: Look. I have much of a stake in this and this bickering back and forth about who shot the sherriff is getting old here.
Lazurith: A war without reason.
Moreya: Would it not be more favorable for everyone involved to look forward instead of the unchangeable actions of the past?
Choomba: All I know is there's two sides on this fence. And you're not on your side right now.
A/)-Yoruha-: There is nothing to convince me of. I am deadset in my view of your kind as a parasite upon the Gallic Union.
Choomba: So make your point. Or we can get clear of Barrier gate and settle this.
Moreya: Goodness me!
Tracey.Rivers: That's not how it works, Doctor. Too many people died to just pretend like nothing happened.
Guepard-1: To who I'm speaking now?
Guepard-1: Will fighting me change any of that?
A/)-Yoruha-: No different from the Incubi that twisted man against man.
A/)-Yoruha-: It will mean one less Royalist in this cold world.
Moreya: Oh, I am not trying to pretend the past did not happen, assistant! However, this banter seems to lead nowhever but-
Guepard-1: Or this is just to satisfy some abstract sense of justice and righteousness?
Moreya: another fight to break out!
Lazurith: What difference will it make, Yorhua.
Choomba: Not even. You're not welcome here. Leave.
Choomba: Stop trying to make it all glamorous for the Propoganda.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "The wheel turns."
Guepard-1: You're not part of the Barrier Gate security force, Choomba.
Lazurith: Pal. Hear me out, if you would.
Lazurith: Why are you doing this?
Guepard-1: I'm not trying to make it sound like propaganda.
Lazurith: What's in it for you?
Guepard-1: I am doing this because I did not accept going to jail for what they ordered me to do.
Guepard-1: I did not kill a single civilian in all my years of duty.
Lazurith: You could still go back home. You could start anew in Marseille.
Guepard-1: No... It's not that simple.
Lazurith: Among with your people. This is not the hand you may've wanted in life, but it's the one you're getting.
Guepard-1: And you know that.
Lazurith: It could be, if only you just tried.
Lazurith: Quit fighting. Start living.
Lazurith: You've been a soldier long enough.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "When the world hates you, you feel you do not belong in that world."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You dead-set on Gallia, Gu-- Gep-- Gepard?
Tracey.Rivers: He doesn't deserve a fresh start.
Guepard-1: It's always a constant survival...
Lazurith: That's just life, pal.
Lazurith: Constant survival.
Guepard-1: Indeed it is.
Choomba: He'd rather go with what he knows than risk the unknown. Understandable.
Choomba: I get that.
Lazurith: Change can be welcoming for you. I can tell from your tone that you have a clean conscience about what you did.
Lazurith: Your comrades did despicable things.
Lazurith: Were you drafted in the pilot corps?
Lazurith: I'm not too knowledgeable on how things were handled back then, I was still in college.
Lazurith: Run that by me, if you can.
Guepard-1: Military service was mandatory.
Lazurith: Mm. I see.
Lazurith: And during the entire time you served, I'm guessing you recognized the atrocities they did, and refused to partake.
Tracey.Rivers: So they all say.
Guepard-1: I was on duty within Taus when Leeds was glassed.
Lazurith: True. But not all of them had a choice.
Guepard-1: No one had a choice kid.
Lazurith: Like this guy. He didn't have a choice. He was likely faced with being drafted, or execution.
Lazurith: Let me tell you something.
Guepard-1: The choice was comply with orders or get shot.
Choomba: Yeah Complying would be the better option....
Tracey.Rivers: Well, you could desert.
Choomba: That's not that easy.
Guepard-1: You don't simply desert.
Tracey.Rivers: Why not?
Lazurith: You would be likely hunted down like a wild dog forever.
Moreya: During the war? Any escaping gallic vessel like his would have gotten shot down.
Guepard-1: You have no clue of how squadrons work within our ranks.
Lazurith: Look, my aunt... erm. Her name was Mia.
Lazurith: Listen, are you familiar with the Post-War Amnesia?
Guepard-1: If one of us doesn't return after duty, the whole team can face trial and be accused of treason.
Lazurith: It was that phenomenon that occurred roughly around the end of the Nomad War in 800.
Choomba: I dont know how Gallia handles deserters but Military Corporal punishment can extend farther than just the individual.
Lazurith: True.
Lazurith: But, look. What I'm trying to get at, is this.
Lazurith: You didn't have a choice. But now you do.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [With is completely silent, just listening to the conversation.]
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [The alien silently moves away.]
Lazurith: You can choose to stay like this forever, or finally allow yourself to live, and rest, and sleep like you deserve to.
Moreya: Frankly, there surely are people who would be willing to buy this gallic fighter craft right here at the station.
Lazurith: Don't you want to leave this behind you?
Lazurith: Just how many nights have you spent, glaring at the roof without a wink of sleep?
Lazurith: This isn't worth it.
Guepard-1: While my colleagues face the wall. That's what you're proposing.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: They're all implicitly agreein' to it by not deserting themselves, aren't they?
Lazurith: They have a choice, too. And if they won't listen, that's on them.
Choomba: It's essentially a hostage scenario Laz.
Lazurith: You've suffered enough, pal.
Lazurith: Don't knock it off until you try it.
Lazurith: What do you say?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye. You've got options, even if it doesn't feel like it.
Guepard-1: A constant test... Heh.
Lazurith: Not a test you have to face on your own. Look around you, you're surrounded by people.
Lazurith: Sure, we're Sirians. Sure, we're cultures apart from what you're used to.
Lazurith: But it's a start.
Guepard-1: I'm surrounded by people judging what they do not understand.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Listen to me, mate. Whatever you've done differs from what I've done only by matters of degrees.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: The shape of the thing is the same.
Tracey.Rivers: What the hell are you implying?
Moreya: I believe, if anything, you are merely judged for your affiliation. That should change once you give up on it.
A/)-Yoruha-: Contact on scanners, IFF malformed... faded..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What don't you get, Rivers?
Choomba: You saw it too?
Guepard-1: And do what?
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.
A/)-Yoruha-: ... It seems we may be at risk of facing another one of the infectees.
Moreya: Start anew. People always look for and get jobs around here.
Moreya: Mister Kris and Miss Rivers are, for example, both assistants of mine, on freelance assignments.
Guepard-1: All I've known my whole life is this.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Gepard. It isn't what you've done what matters.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: It's what you're doing, and what you will do, and why.
Lazurith: It doesn't have to be like this, though. Starting anew is possible, so long as you stay alive and don't throw your life away -
Moreya: Two weeks ago, all I knew was Planet Houston. Now I am here, living on this free port.
Lazurith: over this.
Lazurith: And yes, it'll be a challenge. But isn't it always?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Why do you fight now? For people you don't owe shite to, out of fear?
Guepard-1: For myself and my colleagues.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Circular logic.
Choomba: Its not so easy to start anew when one has to consider what they're going to have to sacrifice.
Tracey.Rivers: I think you're affording too much sympathy to this dickhead.
Tracey.Rivers: He made his choice.
Choomba: Exactly- Contact.
Choomba: Closing in.
Tracey.Rivers: He didn't hang up his stained uniform.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Remember, my humble sellswords. My safety, your coin.
Hale's.Angel: We have been hired to protect these MND vessels
Hale's.Angel: Do not approach
Jonathan.Guilles: Your wish is my command, oh agent mine.
A/)-Yoruha-: Freelancers, you do realize that vessel is an infected ship?
Choomba: Hold on
Choomba: What?!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ah, an' it's back.
Moreya: Goodness me!
A/)-Yoruha-: It's the same one from earlier!
Jonathan.Guilles: Negative, this vessel is definitely from Rheinland.
Hale's.Angel: We have been hired to protect these MND vessels, we will guard them with our life
Guepard-1: This vessel is barely human-made.
Lazurith: Sellswords, hm.
Choomba: You freelancers are truly idiots or infected yourselves.
Jonathan.Guilles: You better do not approach this vessel.
Hale's.Angel: I am a freelancer, I have been hired to protect them with my life
A/)-Yoruha-: What do we do?
Wilde.Raspelbock: *** {An insidius rattle takes hold in the minds of all.} *** I am piloting an Experminetal Rheinland Vessel.
Moreya: Assistants, please stay close to the station!
A/)-Yoruha-: TOMARE!
A/)-Yoruha-: I know what you are!
Jonathan.Guilles: How do yoou know this vessel is not an experimental from MND?
Guepard-1: So, you're hired wings to defend this... Thing?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Shut the fuck up, all of ya.
Lazurith: Well, Gardener. You've definitely got my attention now.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Death-bringer, what do you want?
Hale's.Angel: I am a freelancer, I have been hired to protect these MND vessels
Moreya: Eek! This is truly worrisome!
Wilde.Raspelbock: Simple: To cut a deal of wants and wishes.
Choomba: Thralls.
Choomba: Must be.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ya've said as much five bloody times now!
Jonathan.Guilles: I am a Freelancer, I have been hired to protect these MND vessels.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Shut yer fuckin trap!
Hale's.Angel: We are many
A/)-Yoruha-: Two gunboat tracks, one fighter.
Guepard-1: You're forgetting the space fish.
Tracey.Rivers: Kris, I don't know what you're thinking, but I'll follow you.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That one won't be a bother.
A/)-Yoruha-: I have a high belief the Nomad will not engage.
Lazurith: Okay... what exactly spurred you to come all the way out here in this complete armpit? There's clearly something you want.
Jonathan.Guilles: I am a Freelancer, I have beenn hired to protect these MND vessels.
Hale's.Angel: We will protect them with our lives
Wilde.Raspelbock: You. I need you to keep him... "sane".
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I'll hire ya to shut the bloody fuck up, ya gobshites.
Guepard-1: If they were here to engage, they would've already.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Let yer employer speak, dammit.
Wilde.Raspelbock: You remember my riddle, right?
A/)-Yoruha-: Fighter, Eagle-class, armament is Liberty Civilian Flashpoints, Debilitator Mark Is.
Wilde.Raspelbock: What the mercenary gives up, no matter which he chooses?
Choomba: Priest, Merc, Banker,
TFP)-Kelly.With!: An' one of our gunships, besmirched with Traitor Republic drives.
A/)-Yoruha-: Gunboat, former Legion superstructure, class unknown.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Revenant is a wound he won't recover from. As interesting as it is to watch it bleed, it's not ideal.
Choomba: So you're back to finish the job?
Lazurith: ...Thus, you need me to keep him from going off the deep end.
Lazurith: So that the status quo is maintained.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, no, not so impossible as stopping insanity.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Gepard. Got a name?
Wilde.Raspelbock: Just, retaining humanity.
Lazurith: Delaying, then.
A/)-Yoruha-: Armament is 2 times Vandal SSM, Nullifier Forward Cannon, Sirian Civilian-grade basic cannons.
Guepard-1: The callsign will sufice for now.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Right.
Lazurith: So... what. Do you want me to be his friend? Would that be satisfactory?
Choomba: With. Remember what you said with Enchanters? Think it's true?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, I remember.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, no. He wouldn't ever accept that.
Hale's.Angel: You should be our friend and help us protect these MND vessels with our lives
Wilde.Raspelbock: I just need you to make a peace offering.
A/)-Yoruha-: Infectee is 1 times Scorpion-type Thrall gunboat, same configuration as the Legionnaire gunboat.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I think it likely is. But truth told I was also takin' the piss.
Wilde.Raspelbock: A third of information that he seeks.
Jonathan.Guilles: We are Freelancers, we are protecting these MND vessels.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Delivered into your hands.
Wilde.Raspelbock: He has one third, and Revenant has another.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Humble enough to admit when I'm outta my depth.
Choomba: Yeah I was 30% certain that might have bee nthe case.
Choomba: I respect that.
Lazurith: What... sort of information.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Information on me.
Wilde.Raspelbock: He's my enemy, you know.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Knowing your enemy is the first step to defeating them.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Maybe there's more to some of the squids than meets the eye. Maybe.
Lazurith: So... you're willingly giving up clues on how to kill you? Why?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: But whatever the hell this... /abomination/ is?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Don't like it.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Gives me the fuckin' creeps.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, how to kill me? No, no. I'm not foolish.
Choomba: See how I told ya that the other was different?
Wilde.Raspelbock: It's what I'm doing.
Guepard-1: You don't want to know...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, I see it.
Wilde.Raspelbock: To be specific, it's three pieces. What I'm doing, how I'm doing it, and Why I'm doing it.
Choomba: Speakin of the other one..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: The one I was talkin' with just gave me a splittin' headache, didn't make my skin crawl.
Wilde.Raspelbock: He has how. Revenat has why. You will have what.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Yep. I see it.
A/)-Yoruha-: The thralls are a manipulative.. cunning kind.
[OOC] Wilde.Raspelbock: damn I can never type that name
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: rev deez nats
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: gottem
[OOC] Choomba: HA
Wilde.Raspelbock: Our poor Civil Servant was a little too slow to confront me.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Locksmith, good to see ya.
[OOC] Jonathan.Guilles: I am a Freelancer, hired to protect these MND vessels.
TFP)-Locksmith: Likewise.
Wilde.Raspelbock: He won't understand until much later that the Suhl is neither symptom nor cause, merely synchronicity.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: On your way from Valravn?
Wilde.Raspelbock: But, his fault. He did wish for absence.
Choomba: Damn.. I think I'm going to need to design a new firmware... This Starfliers getting outclassed fast...
TFP)-Locksmith: Invergordon. Flying to Coronado.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Copy.
Lazurith: How about "full of shit". How's that for synchronicity?
Lazurith: The Suhl was a disaster.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: We've got one... abominable fuckin'... thing. Roughly a gunboat.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: One of our own designs turned against us.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: One snubcraft.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Well, lets play with it a little, then.
Wilde.Raspelbock: What do you think our dear Viper wished for?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Here to "negotiate with" the half-technocrat, by which I mean talk in riddles for fuck knows how long.
TFP)-Locksmith: Troublesome
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Already dispatched the freakshow earlier. Now it's back with friends.
Lazurith: I... don't know. Her reasons are beyond... everybody, really. She does whatever she thinks is right for Rheinland.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, reasons? I didn't twist her reasons.
Wilde.Raspelbock: I twisted her wish.
A/)-Yoruha-: Hail, Locksmith.
Wilde.Raspelbock: She wished for the destruction of Die Wilde Jagd in Rheinland.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh how it was granted.
TFP)-Locksmith: It's not rare to see them these days, yet an infected among our own is worrying.
TFP)-Locksmith: Hey.
Lazurith: And? How did that work out for your cabal?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Doubt it's an infected, nor one of our own.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Likely bought the Inquisitor off the blackmarket.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Omega 58 was unsealed. Our energy source was reconnected to the Mindshare.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: No proper fuckin' gear on it. Engines are a patchjob with Crayter work, guns are degraded civvy models.
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: WildeSonne is cloaked. They're nearby, they have to be.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Some cheap fuckin' scav work.
Wilde.Raspelbock: The Drake tear was stabalized, and Gotha was torn open to give us a pathway to our destiny.
TFP)-Locksmith: I see. Then it doesn't matter.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: An' we have, get this, a Royalist remnant in the comms with us.
A/)-Yoruha-: Do we have any vessels capable of EOCM? I want to make sure no additional vessels are engaged with cloaks nearby.
Wilde.Raspelbock: We march with the Suhl towards the last whetstone needed.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Not I, but that's somethin' to look into for sure.
Lazurith: And again, how is this synchronicity? Because I'm seeing some pretty good cause and effect right here.
TFP)-Locksmith: Royalist? First time I see one, gotta admit.
Lazurith: She opened up hell, and you're laughing about it.
Guepard-1: [radio silence]
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, that's for Civil Servant to question. The fear of the Suhl and her hunger is his, not yours.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Treat 'im as a guest for now, although admittedly we're not home.
Lazurith: Mm, always has been. This doesn't concern us, you're right.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Alien freakshows take target prio, always.
Wilde.Raspelbock: She wished for our defeat in Rheinland. We were defeated in Rheinland.
Lazurith: Thuringia was, and will always be his fight.
Wilde.Raspelbock: So, what do you think Caliban's wish is?
Lazurith: To be free.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, no, not anything so easily twistable.
Wilde.Raspelbock: He's the kind to bring a page of terms and conditions before making a wish.
Moreya: Oh my. Mister Abrams is involved, too! How very intriguing!
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So, Choom'.
Lazurith: Could've fooled me.
Choomba: [Labored] Yeah... Whats up?
Wilde.Raspelbock: He's a snake-charmer. He knows how to handle venom.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You do bets?
Lazurith: What on earth could he possibly want more than that?
Choomba: *bzzt* I dont think I have the bandwidth right now to process it but I'll accept it.
Lazurith: That's what he always wanted. And to some degree, he succeeded.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Wanna bet that killin' the enchanter dispels the illusion?
Wilde.Raspelbock: Well, that's for him to know, and you to desperately hunt for.
A/)-Yoruha-: Potentially unlikely.
Choomba: Are you.. For? Ugh... Or ag- Against?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: For.
Lazurith: Mm. The why is also not for me to know.
Choomba: Okay... I'll be Against. But I hope you're... RIght...
Lazurith: All I get to know is the "what" to it all.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Hundred creds says yes.
Choomba: You're on....
A/)-Yoruha-: Mou...
Wilde.Raspelbock: Precisely!
Wilde.Raspelbock: Now you're catching on.
Wilde.Raspelbock: So, if you wish to know why, you'll need to ask she who knows why.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Then you'll need to ask her again.
Wilde.Raspelbock: And again.
A/)-Yoruha-: Among our group, we have no bombers..
Wilde.Raspelbock: You know how she is, don't you, oh wanderer mine?
Choomba: No... *bzzt* You got.. One right now...
Lazurith: Holding onto life by a thread, I'd wager.
Lazurith: As... usual, really.
Guepard-1: I get bomber readings from Locksmith-actual .
A/)-Yoruha- has set Hale's.Angel as group target.
Wilde.Raspelbock: And hiding the truth from herself as hard as she possibly can.
A/)-Yoruha-: *She points to the datalinked priority target.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: No. We go for the horrorshow first.
TFP)-Locksmith: My guns can do the trick, but the core isn't equal to a bomber.
Wilde.Raspelbock: The illusion it would shatter is the glass house that she carefully throws stones from.
Choomba: After all... I got a Bet to win...
Lazurith: Delusional to the very end. That's her, alright.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: We've got another contact on the way.
Wilde.Raspelbock: And now, the how, the why, and the what are set in motion. I may finally write a wonderful poem.
A/)-Yoruha-: Someone must distract him, whilst the majority of the force prosecutes the whale.
A/)-Yoruha-: Whom?
Wilde.Raspelbock: A final poem.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Talkin' with Laz here.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Be ready to prosectue.
Choomba: Hey... Yoruha... Ya think.. You can ask your Nomad friend... to help?
A/)-Yoruha-: Lazurith.. if things escalate. Will you assist us?
Lazurith: ...I shudder to think what the implications of that might be.
A/)-Yoruha-: They are not a friend, but sadly no.
Guepard-1: You're out of your mind.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, it is anything you could want.
A/)-Yoruha-: I doubt they will intervene on either side.
Wilde.Raspelbock: All you need do is wish it.
Choomba: Haha... We're rubbin wings with a Royalist.. Thought it be worth a shot....
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Could be worse.
Wilde.Raspelbock: The final victory of the Makers nears.
A/)-Yoruha-: I am not a fan of that, Choomba.. but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Choomba: Just.. Let me know when the shootin' starts...
Lazurith: Vague. But I can take the "what" in this little game. We both know those two aren't going to see the end of it.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Go on. Spread the word, oh prophet mine.
TFP)-Locksmith: I've contacted that one Nomad before... But yes, I doubt it's their fight.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That one is... different.
Choomba: [Choomba's comms go silent to reserve cognitive processing power]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: We can talk about that later.
A/)-Yoruha-: Affirm.
Lazurith: And if they will, well. Fuck me, I guess we've reached well beyond the limits of human biology.
Lazurith: But... you needn't involve others in this messed up carousel of games.
Lazurith: Those two that are with you.
Lazurith: Are... are they human, Gardener?
A/)-Yoruha-: I suggest we dispatch the Royalist and Choomba to prosecute the freelance gunship. Whilst our main forces press the Scorpion.
Lazurith: Because if they're not... I've got to put them down. It's a mercy to my fellow man.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Of course they are. As human as they ever could be.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye. Gepard, you down?
Guepard-1: I can keep that boat busy.
A/)-Yoruha-: The Eagle will have too many targets to prioritize.
Lazurith: N-no. You're lying. The way they're like meat puppets. It's atrocious.
Wilde.Raspelbock: All I did was bend their reality a little.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That's it.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I'm tired of this.
Wilde.Raspelbock: You'd have to ask the mercenary how.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Oh, thank goodness. I thought you'd never ask.
A/)-Yoruha-: Once the leader or the gunboat is down, the free group's fighters or a fighter, will press the fighter. If.. there is something
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Allied forces, cut their threads.
A/)-Yoruha-: out there - we adapt accordingly.
Hale's.Angel: I am a Freelancer. I have been hired to protect these MND agents. Prepare to die.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Eyes up.
Wilde.Raspelbock: Time to earn your pay.
A/)-Yoruha-: Engage!
TFP)-Locksmith: Primed.
Moreya: Oh my!
Hale's.Angel: We will earn our pay with our lives
Jonathan.Guilles: I am a Freelancer, I have been hired to protect these MND vessels.
Guepard-1: Guns primed.
Tracey.Rivers: Well, shit.
Moreya: Assistants, please!
Jonathan.Guilles: Weapons hot!
A/)-Yoruha- has set Wilde.Raspelbock as group target.
Lazurith: I've... got to do it. I'm not letting them suffer anymore.
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: laz, mission bug
Lazurith: I'm going after the mercs. God forgive me.
Tracey.Rivers: I'm with you.
Moreya: Oh my! I sure hope this does not result in me having to scratch another two assistants from the list!
Tracey.Rivers: Let's put them out of their misery.
A/)-Yoruha-: Locksmith, on our target!
A/)-Yoruha- has set Wilde.Raspelbock as group target.
TFP)-Locksmith was taken out by Wilde.Raspelbock (79%)
Assisted by: Jonathan.Guilles (20%)
A/)-Yoruha-: Recovering Locksmith!
[OOC] TFP)-Locksmith: got a bit pressed by the fighter since begining, sadly
[OOC] TFP)-Locksmith: gl, tell me how it went
A/)-Yoruha- perished at Wilde.Raspelbock's hands (51%)
Assisted by: Hale's.Angel (47%)
Guepard-1 has set Wilde.Raspelbock as group target.
Hale's.Angel died to Choomba (48%)
Assisted by: Guepard-1 (38%), Lazurith (10%)
Guepard-1 was taken out by Wilde.Raspelbock (75%)
Assisted by: Hale's.Angel (24%)
[OOC] Guepard-1: HOW DID HE DO THAT
A/)-Yoruha-: The rest.. is your, Minna-san..
Jonathan.Guilles was killed by Wilde.Raspelbock (43%)
Assisted by: Tracey.Rivers (30%), Lazurith (26%)
[OOC] Choomba: SNIPED
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: So much for his fucking Merc, lmao
[OOC] Guepard-1: I WAS RIGHT BEHIND HIM
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Torched.
Wilde.Raspelbock died to TFP)-Kelly.With! (71%)
Assisted by: Tracey.Rivers (17%), Choomba (12%)
A/)-Yoruha-: *static* Hnn.. Good.. good work..
A/)-Yoruha-: Everyone.
A/)-Yoruha-: My only lament.. is that my ship is not in one piece after that engagement.. I think the powerplant has cut out.
A/)-Yoruha-: If someone could.. tether me back to Barrier gate?
A/)-Yoruha-: I have Locksmith's pod in my hold.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, Yoru', I've got ya.
A/)-Yoruha-: Thank you..
A/)-Yoruha-: Please.. tell Lazurith. Thank you for making the right choice..
A/)-Yoruha-: Nh..
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I came as soon as I could, is it over?
A/)-Yoruha-: Crowe-san.. you're on this net as well..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, it's over.
A/)-Yoruha-: I hope.. I paid my dues for my mistake all those months ago.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Locksmith got a little banged up, Yor' too.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: But they'll be alright.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Freud's okay? Okay, alright. Good.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: What mistake?
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.. I.. I tractored him in after he ejected in combat.
A/)-Yoruha-: In Colorado.. with the Xenos.. when I ran away.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: That, yeah
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I appreciate it.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mm...
Guepard-1: Looks like the rodeo is done for now... Bailing out.
A/)-Yoruha-: Is it okay If I return solely for RP?
Lazurith: It's... huh.
Lazurith: A... note.
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: Hey, I'm wanting to go back for RP, is that all good?
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: GF, by the way
[OOC] Wilde.Raspelbock: oh yeah fs fs
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: thanks
Lazurith: ...Grah. Bunch of esotheric bullshit.
[OOC] Wilde.Raspelbock: I've always played as "if offender is dead, system death doesn't count"
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "An incomplete view, agent of flowers."
Lazurith: Of course.
[OOC] Wilde.Raspelbock: not an official staff position
Tracey.Rivers: This Gardener is the one you told me about before?
Lazurith: Look - long story short, a sadistic Nomadic entity.
Lazurith: Yes. Pretty much.
A/)-Yoruha-: I believe my shoulder was displaced by that missile hit earlier..
A/)-Yoruha-: The human body.. so strong and yet fragile.
Lazurith: He's sending envoys to harass people.
Lazurith: And me, well. He particularly likes harassing me.
Tracey.Rivers: And what was he... it... on about with the whole wish thing?
Lazurith: Why? I couldn't tell you why. Because I have NO CLUE.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Sorry I'm late.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Lad, who's this bastard he wants you to get close with?
Moreya: Would you say that it is universally good to engage these things? I have little to no idea what I was supposed to do.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Lieutenant, good to see ya.
Lazurith: It's something about seeing his plans come to fruition. But his wishes will remain distant and unattainable.
Lazurith: He can bleat all he wants about his delusions.
Lazurith: It's not gonna happen.
Lazurith: Don't fall for it.
Tracey.Rivers: Right.
Tracey.Rivers: And Civil Servant?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Tracey Rivers, that's a familiar name..
Tracey.Rivers: I know that name.
Lazurith: As for your question, he wants me to be friends to Caliban, the Mercenary from earlier.
Lazurith: Why? I couldn't tell you.
Lazurith: Because I've no idea. We've crossed paths before, but that's about it.
A/)-Yoruha-: Caliban.. the name is familiar.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What do you know about Caliban?
Lazurith: And CS, he's... ooh, long story there.
A/)-Yoruha-: CS..? Civil Servant? That Operative for the Platform?
Lazurith: But if you want the short version, he's in a far-off system up into Rheinland's bunghole fighting Nomads - yeah, him.
Lazurith: That's the guy.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: If memory serves, Rivers, you assisted the Xenos against us during a skirmish in California.
A/)-Yoruha-: Bonne nuit.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Maybe I have the wrong Rivers, but I don't think so.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Seeds sprout roots. The garden's fruits shall become apparent as the design blossoms."
Tracey.Rivers: Oh, *now* you bring that up.
A/)-Yoruha-: Regardless.. they aided us here. A pause in hostilities would be nice.
A/)-Yoruha-: Especially.. iya... itai... after that.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Little more can be clear, for now."
Fox.L: *hic* Damn, this jawn poppin' off.
Tracey.Rivers: Why, you looking to settle that score?
[OOC] Choomba: LMAO
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I'm not about to start a fight at Barrier Gate, turncoat.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I just thought it would be a good idea to remind everyone here of who they're dealing with.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Good to know for sure.
Lazurith: Leave her be. She helped everyone with a Nomadic threat that appeared just now.
Lazurith: What's done is done.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So, almost even, then.
Lazurith: Even Steven.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Uh-huh.
A/)-Yoruha-: Mmm.
Lazurith: People get tangled up with the wrong crowd all the time. Give her a pass.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Like our Royalist "friend".
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Worst I ever managed to do was shack up with Junkers, maybe I'm just lucky?
Fox.L: I mean, that's pretty heinous.
Lazurith: Could be worse. Could be better.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: A job's a job.
Fox.L: Don't I know it.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: And who do you work for, mister, uh...?
Tracey.Rivers: Funny, that's what I was thinking.
Fox.L: Edison Trent, and I work for myself. That's how the line went, right?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: The what?
Fox.L: The recording's still floating around somewhere.
A/)-Yoruha-: The... what?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What... fuckin' line?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Probably the one they did off a hooker's ass, I don't know.
A/)-Yoruha-: I mean.. I know Edison Trent through records and articles but... what line?
Fox.L: Oop, sorry. Privileged information.
Lazurith: ...Right. I'm... going to think about what just happened, if you don't mind. This really caught me off guard.
Lazurith: See you around.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Be safe.
Tracey.Rivers: See ya.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Take care, Laz.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Hope the lad gets a good burger in 'im.
Fox.L: Mind the plant-... Ah. Off he goes.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ah, /fuck me/, I'm hungry.
Moreya: This appears to be a good idea. Staying out here for much longer just seems to invite even more of these aliens!
A/)-Yoruha-: Jya, mata ne.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Hey, Kelly, ah, Fleet Captain.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Question.
Tracey.Rivers: And you?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye?
A/)-Yoruha-: Ah, yes.. congratulations on the promotion, by the way.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: How the hell is everyone hearin' about this already?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: What do Mollys eat? I mean, I'm sure it's not fine dining, but y'all have a culture and stuff, right?
A/)-Yoruha-: I heard of it through Firebrand.. I do not know how Bellamy has, though.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: A... 'course we have a fuckin' culture, what the hell kind of question?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I grew up on Leeds, so as far as I'm aware you eat people, you know?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ah, I see.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: No, we don't eat people, we're not Corsairs.
Fox.L: If you ask the Bretonians, they'll claim you submerge yourself in peat bogs and absorb nutrients from them.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: But yeah ah, what's Molly cuisine like? Name some dishes. I don't know, I'm curious.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I spent most of my life being told you were evil, so.
Tracey.Rivers: Pfft.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Gen'rally we ate whatever we could snag off the supply transports headed for Graves. Left well before the thing was blown up,
TFP)-Kelly.With!: obviously.
A/)-Yoruha-: I believe one of the staples of Dublin cuisine dates back to terra, being Soda Bread, Stew.. Ulster Fry...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: But uh... shite, I don't know, never been to a Bretonian planet or station.
A/)-Yoruha-: Though that is more uncommon than common these days.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Fried Ulsters? Is that like, oysters?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Not sure what the distinctive traits are.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What the fuck is an oyster?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Not sure, they were on the menu at the restaurant Venus and I went to on the Barbados.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Nobody calls it an "ulster fry", it's just "a fry" or "full breakfast".
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: This fucking conversation lmfao
TFP)-Kelly.With!: And it's a fuckin' luxury.
A/)-Yoruha-: An Ulster Fry is a pallate of sausage, bacon, eggs, soda and potato bread, pudding and tomatoes.
Tracey.Rivers: Right. I'm going to leave you lot to it.
Tracey.Rivers: Later.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: What the fuck are you doin' speakin' over me, robot?
Moreya: Oh, Miss Rivers!
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Hopefully we don't meet as foes next time.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Tellin' the lieutenant about /my/ home?
A/)-Yoruha-: ....
A/)-Yoruha-: Sorry.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: As if I wouldnae be more qualified?!
A/)-Yoruha-: I did not mean to supercede your experiences, just provide clarification.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Hey, stop, please. You're both great and I love you a lot and let's all um, be friendly, yeah?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: I'd be more mad if ya weren't correct.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So, aye, it's as Yoru' said.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: So no oysters, got it.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: That sounds pretty good, though
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Eggs, puddin', bacon, tomatoes, traditional bread, lots of butter.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Maybe mushrooms if you're real lucky.
Choomba: Th.. Thanks... S,s ,s.. Sorry for.. Earl..ier...
TFP)-Kelly.With!: But most of the time, it's paste.
A/)-Yoruha-: It sounds absolutely lovely.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Mushrooms are so easy to grow, though.. one of the only things we could grow on Leeds.
A/)-Yoruha-: It is okay, Choomba.
Moreya: Well, that was a most exciting experience.
A/)-Yoruha-: If you need to spin down for repairs and recouperation, please do so.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, and because they're so easy to grow, nobody fuckin' moves the things through space.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Choom', it was a pleasure.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Stupid.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Ya did real good.
Choomba: Y- y-- You're -- A- All- Alright
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes, quite well.
Choomba: [The Magpie SLowly turns to make its way back to Barrier Gate]
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Mara did label me an honorary lesbian like in, 2009
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: So
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: POWERFUL
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: She was the real Lady of the Legion
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: Miss her so bad ngl
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: True.
A/)-Yoruha-: I will escort Choomba to the dock.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Choom', you need a 'ganic tuneup, you hit me up personally.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Yor', I'm sorry for shoutin'.
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Need to make a ship named Choomba.Overclocker
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: Choomberclocked
Fox.L: ...Slow is an understatement. I'm expecting to hear a tuba kick in shortly.
A/)-Yoruha-: All is forgiven.
Choomba: [A small bit of data that holds choomba's sanity intact from the systems of the advanced ship forms an arbitrary code that is-
Fox.L: Pprrt-pprrt. Pprrt-pprrt. Pprrt-pprrt.
Choomba: Shaped like a butterfly]
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: *Bellamy choombers the round with shaking hands*
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: GODDDDDDDD
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: What uh.. noises, are those?
Choomba: Y--Y--Yoru--ha, He-llo
A/)-Yoruha-: Daijoubu. Everything will be Okay.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: But, Bellamy. That's one of the classic dishes.
A/)-Yoruha-: Hello~
Fox.L: Tuba noises.
A/)-Yoruha-: That vessel must be overwhelming you, yes?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Maybe some day I'll go home.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: What the fuck is a Tuba?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Bring ya with me.
A/)-Yoruha-: Let us get you back to your Starflier.
Choomba: N--no---
Fox.L: Depends who you ask. Most will say it's a musical instrument.
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Oyster.Tuba
Fox.L: Some people will say it's a reference to a guy who used to develop for holo-sims.
A/)-Yoruha-: Is something else the matter?
Fox.L: Space shooters, mostly.
Choomba: St---ar--flier-- Weak.
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: Oyster.Tuba.Piss.Dryer
Fox.L: Depends on how you pronounce it. Too-baa is the instrument. Choo-baa is the person.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Who the fuck's a Choo-baa?
Fox.L: I wouldn't know. Not much time for fun and games.
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Disgusting
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.. but you are barely able to hold yourself together in that vessel.
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: KFC.Oyster.Tuba
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Shut your choom hole degenerate
Choomba: Thr--eats-- get--ting-- big-ger
A/)-Yoruha-: Maybe we can figure something out for you.
Choomba: I--- am---
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes, but over-exerting yourself for our sake is detrimental.
A/)-Yoruha-: You are not operating optimally, and that makes me concerned.
Choomba: ---Firmware....------ incomplete---- Compatibility-- in-- work---
A/)-Yoruha-: Would you like assistance with that?
Choomba: --Had---- help---- Out--side---- consult---
[OOC] Choomba: Yo Overclock sounds badass
A/)-Yoruha-: yus, big choomba
[OOC] A/)-Yoruha-: *
Fox.L: So, catch me up. busted 'bot in the Magpie?
[OOC] Choomba: Un--sure-- How to-- assist -with.---
[OOC] Choomba: That was IC
Fox.L: I mean, can't be a huge secret, considering you're letting it sit there and stutter.
A/)-Yoruha-: Contact on sensors... Choomba. It is best you dock.
A/)-Yoruha-: Please - do it for me.
Fox.L: So, let's hea-...
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: I'm still lost on what exactly a Choomba is, but.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: A comrade-in-arms. Nothin' less.
A/)-Yoruha-: Searches of the neural net result in a term -- yes, a friend, comrade.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Well, alright.
Choomba: ---Cannot-- Comply-- Will Maintain ready status---
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [The alien begins approaching the Crayterian contact.]
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Looks like it fucked off.
Fox.L: Hmnh. There it goes. Skittish.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Choomba, mate, do ya need assistance?
Fox.L: And rightfully so.
Choomba: --Unsure-- More--- Use- Usage-- Affinity-- Easier---
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [An annoyed noise, halfway between a sigh and a growl.]
A/)-Yoruha-: He is incompatible with the vessel architecture, and is suffering performance issues as a result.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Crowe, you good with machines?
A/)-Yoruha-: At least, to my analysis.
Choomba: ---Yoruha--- Correct--- Current---Creating-- Compatibilities----
Choomba: ---Unkown--- Means--- Just--- Happen--
Choomba: --Butter---Fly---
Choomba: ----Consult---
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Wait, a butterfly?
A/)-Yoruha-: Butterfly..
Fox.L: Come on. Put two and two together.
Choomba: --Ne--necessity----Survivable--Doomed-----With--out---
Fox.L: You all hang around here enough. You should know what buddy is talking about.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: In what regard?
[OOC] Choomba: Lmao WHo is this guy
Fox.L: Oh, no. Not going to betray that little secret.
[OOC] TFP)-Kelly.With!: its jayce
Fox.L: It'll mean more once it clicks for you.
[OOC] Choomba: ok
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You care to speak straight with me, mate? I've had about enough of fuckin' riddles for one day.
Fox.L: "Speaking straight" was never my forte.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Speak gay to me then, just say somethin' that makes sense.
Fox.L: Everything I've already said makes perfect sense, with the right context.
A/)-Yoruha-: Speak.. gay. I will note that for later use.
Fox.L: Context is the all-important key in a discussion.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Christ, y'could be a fuckin' spook or a schizophrenic for how /entertaining/ you are.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Big overlap there, I think.
Fox.L: If I were a spook, I'd either tell you I'm a spook to get you to fuck off, or I wouldn't be spouting riddles off at the mouth.
Fox.L: And making myself look like a spook.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: How about /providin'/ some context if you want us to play along?
A/)-Yoruha-: Choomba?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Permission to head home?
Fox.L: Play along with what? I know things, you don't know things. It's not much of a game, is it?
Dryad was obliterated by Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche (100%)
TFP)-Kelly.With!: God. Gonna take some work to get used to this diplomacy thing.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Granted, Crowe. I'll be comin' with.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Tired of the non-games of these freakshows.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Alright. Let's go home.
Choomba: --Conducting--- Flight control--- Setting-- Parameters--
A/)-Yoruha-: Okay. Choomba, slave astronics guidance to me.
Choomba: --Stay-- Liability---
Fox.L: Enjoy "picking up that torch", Fleet Captain.
Choomba: --Magpie--- Nice--- Preem---
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Every single day, I do.
A/)-Yoruha-: It is~
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Enjoy scrabblin' around in the dirt for pieces to put together.
A/)-Yoruha-: Who was that person..?
Fox.L: Oh, I will. I always did.
[OOC] TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: LOL
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Don't fret.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: It'll break off sooner or later.
A/)-Yoruha-: Hole is up ahead. Stay close, please.
Choomba: ---Thank---
Choomba: --Hyperspace---
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, gives a fuckin' headache don't it?
Choomba: --Viable--
Choomba: --Check---
A/)-Yoruha-: Good. Stay close, again. We are almost home.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [A deep, exhausted, frustrated sigh.]
TFP)-Kelly.With!: So tired of the riddles an' the poetry.
A/)-Yoruha-: I sense another nomad form.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Oh, hey Rev.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You get hurt earlier?
A/)-Revenant: I'm fine.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Lucky you.
A/)-Revenant: They are right about exercising your mind though.
A/)-Revenant: Good to have strong resilience.
A/)-Revenant: Anyhow, I'm only here for four minutes.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Thinking too much distracts from the instincts.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: That's specific.
A/)-Revenant: I have ...
A/)-Revenant: Meetings.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Taking time off soon at least, though.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Uuuuuuugh. I'm gonna hafta go to fuckin' meetings an' shite now.
A/)-Revenant: Do you?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Speaking of which, did you shoot me that message? I need to check my inbox still.
A/)-Revenant: Oh, right. I wasn't able to.
A/)-Yoruha-: And you are quite welcome, by the way - Choomba~
Choomba: --Thank--- Sorry-- Calibrating-- Inertia Damp---
Choomba: --Stopping--- Hard--
A/)-Yoruha-: Please take it easy.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Bellamy, y'never answered me.
A/)-Yoruha-: You are safe.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: The other day.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Eh?
Choomba: --Right as--- Rain---
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Where'd you hear about my promotion? Who told ya?
Choomba: --soon--
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Bird. We would have words, when thou art able."
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Not even supposed to be public knowledge yet.
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: "Revelations, come to pass."
A/)-Revenant: Make it quick.
A/)-Yoruha-: *She gives a happy exhaling sound, a smile on her face.*
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Just scuttlebutt on Valravn. Honestly, I overheard it in the messhall.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: /Someone/'s gonna be on laundry duty for a week.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Every single uniform in the Task Force'll be crisp and ironed tae fuck.
A/)-Yoruha-: Fleet Captain With. I.. may send a message to you regarding something soon, an.. inter-factional matter.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, go ahead. Apparently it's my fuckin' portfolio now.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Yeah, I did also hear some old grizzled fuck mouth off at them about scrubbing the Ven'Gyr's latrines clean enough for uh,
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: A Lord Commander Markson to eat off of.
A/)-Yoruha-: That is disturbing.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: That's what they would've done back in his day, apparently.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [She laughs at the unexpected mention.] Markson, haven't heard that one for a bit.
A/)-Yoruha-: Why would you eat off of a toilet?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Y'know, I avoided latrine duty entirely.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Never once.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: It's hyperbole..
A/)-Yoruha-: Ah.. yes.
A/)-Yoruha-: Sorry, the pain is still lingering, so my cognitive functions have been at least a slight amount impaired.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You should get some rest, Yoru'.
A/)-Revenant: Crowe.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Hey, Rev,
A/)-Revenant: I've sent the comm.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Take care of Choomba, would ya?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Hasn't it been longer than four minutes?
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Oh, thanks!
A/)-Revenant: I have to go now.
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.. I have an appointment with MFE soon.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Fleet Captain, do you want to do some sparring? Valravn's sims are second to none.
A/)-Yoruha-: So.. for the time being I will go to the infirmary and seek out a solution for this dislocated shoulder and other injuries.
A/)-Yoruha-: And yes. I will take good care of him..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Aye, been working out some stress in there pretty often lately.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Works wonders.
A/)-Yoruha-: He reminds me of Roku-kun. From all those years ago..
A/)-Yoruha-: Valravn.. Yoruha. To dock.
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Choomba: --Human?---AI?---SentientShip?---Much-Variable-
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Yor', bullshit they fixed your shoulder that fast.
A/)-Yoruha-: I.. I saw him still out here. I was worried.
Choomba: --Thinking---
Choomba: --...Thinking?--
Choomba: --Calculating--
Choomba: --Calibrating?--
Choomba: --ManyVariable--MuchDots---
Choomba: --Lines-Lines-Lines-Lines--
A/)-Yoruha-: Choomba?
Choomba: --Connecting!-
TFP)-Kelly.With!: He's processin'.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: It's been a fuck of a day, hasn't it?
Choomba: --Processing---
A/)-Yoruha-: [She puts her hand to the glass of the cockpit, visibly worried.]
Choomba: --Butterfly---Unknown--Keep-Keep-
A/)-Yoruha-: Butterfly... That's it...
A/)-Yoruha-: Wait..
A/)-Yoruha-: When I first encountered Psyche..
TFP)-Kelly.With!: [Her voice takes on an audibly worried, almost caretakerly tone. Not quite motherly.] Keep the butterfly, Choomba.
Choomba: --Known--Processed--- Unknowns-- Fly-fly-
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Just focus on what's in front of ya.
A/)-Yoruha-: They summoned a butterfly of sorts.. a symbol of healing.. at least for me.. But.. if this is the case.. then what is it.. for
A/)-Yoruha-: him?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Helpful, clearly.
Choomba: --Unknowns-- Architecture---
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes.. Do not reject its' majesty. Beauty. Let its' love come rushing through.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: An object of focus, perhaps.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Like the catechism.
Choomba: --Compatibility---BeyondComprehension---
A/)-Yoruha-: For that of silicon and that of flesh are not exclusive.
Choomba: --Resolved--irrational--Butterfly--
Choomba: --Unknown----Needed--
Choomba: --Known---"Workings in time"--
A/)-Yoruha-: Rationality within irrationality.. What do you need?
Choomba: --Time--Fly---time---
Choomba: --Earlier---Rightas---Rain--
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes, you were right as rain.. but now?
Choomba: --Organic---Brain---Bottleneck--Offloaded Process--
Choomba: --Butterfly-- Help--- Unknown--Still Unknown---
A/)-Yoruha-: .. I see.
A/)-Yoruha-: .. It is.. at times like this, I knew the secrets Kishiro made me from.
A/)-Yoruha-: Heaven knows conversion to an engram with the same capability as I.. would do Choomba many favors.
A/)-Yoruha-: He.. he likely has overextended himself.
Choomba: --Extended--Yes---Needed---Gunboats--
Choomba: --Starflea---Ineffective---
Choomba: --Simple---Annoy- Yes---
Choomba: --Little Knight---Required---
A/)-Yoruha-: Little Knight..?
A/)-Yoruha-: Awwe.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Choomba, pal.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You want to be a knight?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Shinin' armor and all?
A/)-Yoruha-: A boy after my own L4 Cache.
Choomba: --Little Knight--- Desire--- No--- Granted-- Yes--
Choomba: --Simple--Want--PreemChrome---
Choomba: --Try--Become---Starflier--
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That's the best possible version of you, huh? The one with the /absolute preemest/ chrome?
Choomba: --Forever---Fly-Fly-Fly--
Choomba: --Noneed--Rest---Fly--
Choomba: --Accomplished---
Choomba: --Integrations---Need work--- ProofConcept---Proven--
Choomba: --Rush-yes-
TFP)-Kelly.With!: If'n you want chrome preemer than what you've got, let me know. I'll help, and it won't be no rushjob this time.
Choomba: --needed-help---got-help--Butterfly---
Choomba: --Title--Little Knight--Given--
Choomba: --Still me---Still---Little--Shit-- Mischievous---
A/)-Yoruha-: Ehehe.. A little mischief is not bad every now and again.
Choomba: --Rest now--
Choomba: --Foryou--
Choomba: --Forme---
Choomba: --Better--way---Time--
TFP)-Kelly.With!: That's a fair point.
Choomba: --Time-Explain---
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes. Rest, Little knight.
Choomba: --NoWorry--YouWorry--
Choomba: --Understandable--
Choomba: --want--LessWorry--
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Hey, I'm gonna go hit the sims, Captain.
TFP)-BeIlamy.Crowe: Meet you there?
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Join you in a few, aye.
Choomba: --yes--Good--
A/)-Yoruha-: I will... finally go to the infirmary.
TFP)-Kelly.With!: You better.
A/)-Yoruha-: Please, be well Choomba.
Choomba: --Little Knight--
Vagrant.Eye.of.Psyche: [Content with her work, the Vagrant turns to depart.]
A/)-Yoruha-: Yes, my little knight~
TFP)-Kelly.With!: Little Knight, I'll see you around.
Choomba: --Yes--