[ADV] Retaliation

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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Myrn » Tue Oct 10, 2017 7:44 am

The sound of music seemed to pulse heavily from Lilith's room. The girl was hunched over her work table, parts and tools were strewn about with the occasional snack wrapper scattered somewhere. Showers of sparks flew past every now and then as she worked on what looked to be Lilith's original limb parts. Since joining the crew she had essentially holed herself up to work and upgrade her limbs and the occasional maintenance on her piece-of-shit ride. She wasn't exactly on a name basis with anyone yet, let alone the captain. Once called him Cap'n Fluffbutt even though he had told her his name mere seconds prior. She should probably watch what she says but they can all just suck he-

"This is your dearly beloved Captain. I'd like to be the first to welcome you all to Neo-Tokyo. This will be the first stop on our trip. We won't be here for too long, so don't get unpacking just yet... but I wouldn't go down there naked... that, uh, that was a joke, by the way.

Right.. An amusing Freudian slip there Cap'n Fluffbutt. Lilith sometimes wondered if the Captain ever realized how jumbled his thoughts tend to be. She could only imagine what it would be like to hear a speech from him. No longer working on her parts, Lilith removed her protective gear and relaxed into her seat as if she was expecting something.

Um... mess hall in five, okay?"

There it was, good ol' Fluffers didn't let her down. Looks like it's time for a little play date with all the kiddies to begin. With that said, she wiped herself down with a rag of any obvious grime, smudge, or other substance that found itself on her skin or parts. She proceeded to change into another similar set of clothes of a different color variation that she is typically found in: a white tank and blue jean shorts. With her posture fixed and a bit of practiced movement, Lilith could hear the satisfying sound of air bubbles popping in her back.

The music was turned off and Lilith made her way out her room. She pondered over showering to at least not smell like an auto shop but there was no way she would be able to do the lengthy process within the allotted 5 minutes. Unless she were to skip out on the meeting entirely... No. Bad Lilith. Rhianya will definitely get on your ass again if you do.

"Hey, you all. Headed to lunch?" Oh shit. It was the dude who was just all too bubbly. Looking good with his holo mod, that somewhat made her feel underdressed. But who dresses up for a meal? Certainly not Lilith.

"Yeah, Lunch. With everyone else. Like one big ol' happy family... Huzzah." She took note of the others and even went rigid at the sight of the lil creep. The silwin race had left quite the impression on Lilith's mind. No way was she going to forget what she saw that day. Never- fuck that noise! Not today! Nope, the bugger can suck it too!
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Poetic Ghost » Sat Oct 14, 2017 4:29 am

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The mess hall was pretty quiet usually. Only the occasional crew member wandering in the grab grub from the food dispenser, before scuttling back into their rooms. Once in a while, the pink haired woman would sit down to eat, sometimes alone, and sometimes with the Captain. Rhianya was following orders, reporting to the mess hall. It was what she usually did, just listening to what her commanding officer told her. It was all she ever did. Maybe once, she was different, more than just a soldier awaiting orders. Where are my parents? What's my name? Do I have parents? Why am I-

"Good morning, Rhee."

Rhianya turned quickly to face the voice. But when she did, she discovered that it was not an attacker, but instead the friendly face of her beloved Captain, Hale Amarok. Only now he was in full Navy uniform, complete with a hat and epaulets. "You're dressed quite nicely, sir."

"I'll be meeting with Hamada once we dock."

"Just Hamada?"

"Well... Jacques Fukushima should be there as well."

Rhianya stiffened at the man's name. "He won't be a problem, will he?" Her fist clenched, and her nails dug into her hands.

"Rhianya. I'll be fine." Hale reached out a hand, and placed it on the Human's massive shoulder. "I know what I'm doing, even if I don't seem like I do." A slight grin crossed his face.

"I believe you, sir."

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With everyone gathered in the mess hall, Amarok got everyone's attention and told them to sit at the main table, with Amarok at the head. "So, I hoped to do this sooner, but I think it's time to tell you all what's really going on. I mean, some of you have a be a bit curious as to why we are stopping here, of all places. If not, I appreciate your trust in me. The truth is, the benefactor of this expedition is Hadrian Hamada... or as he is known on the streets of Neo Tokyo, The House. So if any of you are skeptical about getting paid, know that we are now on the payroll of one of the richest men in Aurelius."

"We'll be coming into the dry docks in ten minutes. Once we're cleared, I'll be heading for Hamada tower. Keep your comms open... oh, and I'd take a gun." Hale continued. "If any of you need to grab supplies, now would be the time. For the rest of you, I'd suggest looking for some fun... the entire city is covered in nothing but night clubs, bars, pawn shops, and casinos... you're bound to find something to do..."

"Any questions?"
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Quirbles » Sun Oct 15, 2017 5:16 am

Shortly after Anden departed to cleanse himself, the humanoid who called herself "Chellis" began to, put simply, stare at him. It was not a stare of contempt, nor of morbid curiosity; rather, she seemed to show a minute interest in him in a way that suggested analyzation. Though he thought nothing of it at first, Skriviks eventually returned the uninterrupted gaze with that of his own. And so the two stood for a good minute or so, surveying one another with silent interest. Neither of them moving a muscle nor speaking a word. The Kavarian studied the female before him.

Chellis was small, even by the negligible human standards; Skriviks towered over her, and yet she did not seem daunted in the slightest. Despite his imposing size, she maintained her comfortable stare throughout the duration of Anden's absence; and once he had returned, Skriviks broke the stare and looked off into the distance. At that moment, it mattered not how small Chellis was, for she had earned his respect with their barely noticeable encounter. For once, he had not felt the scorn of a judgmental stare. And he was thankful for it.

Their trip to the mess hall brought two more arrivals in addition to the three already present: a larger male who sounded much too young to carry out their superior's orders, and a female human. The latter, of course, sending a twinge throughout his gut. This one obviously held cybernetic enhancements, though they seemed rather... jerry-rigged, at least in Skriviks' eyes. Perhaps he was not used to the shoddy capabilities of human technology. What interested Skriviks, however, was her body language around Chellis. It was notably tense. Looking back to the petite Silwin, he wondered what had caused the pink-haired human so much malaise. Were humans usually this cowardly?

Or perhaps, he had misjudged Chellis.

Both of these thoughts echoed within the rear of Skriviks' mind as the group arrived at the mess-hall. There, he saw the man—or figurehead, Skriviks thought—behind this large assignment. Hale Amarok. And to the canine's side... another pink-haired human. Was it a common occurrence, Skriviks theorized, to have garishly-dyed hair within human society? Judging by the butch physique, he presumed that it might be some sort of trial related to war paint. But that was neither here, nor there. Skriviks took a seat opposite of Amarok, at the back of the table. The chair did not seem to fit his large stature well, so he opted to stand. There was talk of staying within a place called "Neo Tokyo" and various other names were thrown around; apparently, the city was home of the morally depraved. Gambling and other various sinful activities seemed commonplace within this place they were visiting.

Eventually, the bipedal wolf had finished his briefing. He asked for any questions. Skriviks obliged.

"And if... there is no interest for this... 'Neo Tokyo'? I do not wish... to partake in these... corrupt... actions you speak of." Skriviks inquired, his flat tone easily mistaken for that of a supercilious one. Though he did not consider himself superior to those who were of a profligate's nature, he certainly did not want to involve himself in any activities within Neo Tokyo.
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Annasiel » Mon Oct 16, 2017 8:32 am

Two others soon joined. The first, a comically tall creature the color of noxious ooze, who emanated an aura of extreme jubilation. It was almost intoxicating to Chellis, to the point where she first couldn't tell if his equally comedic voice was actually that high-pitched or if she was just in a stupor. By Alphegor, it left a bitter synthetic taste in her mouth. She quickly made a mental note to avoid this odd beast (who she gladly had not caught the name of) at any cost. A massive sense of brooding quickly sobered her as another human appeared, this one outfitted with patchwork cybernetics. That had to be uncomfortable. The human frame, though versatile, was not made to withstand heavy loads for extended periods of time. She had seen her fair share of humans, long-trapped under bomb blast rubble, left permanently crippled by the weight. It had to be reinforced, somehow. The thought of such a crude compromise was cringeworthy.

Fear. Hatred. No... almost horror? washed over her in an instant as soon as the human noticed her. So the Kavarian disliked humans, and this human - she could not recall her name either, though she knew they had been on the ship for similar lengths of time - disliked her. For whatever reason, she couldn't fathom. Most creatures greeted Silwin with comfort, or at the very least a sense of trust. They were, after all, a common sight amidst galaxy-wide relief efforts. This sort of reaction was interesting, most interesting indeed, and Chellis wanted to pick it apart and remake it proper. When she considered the Kavarian, she gave him another moment of attention, but his emotional states were too impassive for any notable observation. So, he was analyzing the situation as well.

They at last reached the mess hall, which to Chellis seemed merely a slightly-smaller copy of the cafeteria back at Breath of Life. To be fair, all eateries tended to blend together in her eyes; they all had tables, and chairs, and typically comfortable atmospheres.

The atmosphere aids with digestion, she mused idly, not paying the idea much attention.

Hale Amarok, the bark who as yet showed no bite, was at the head of their table. Next to him, a well-developed specimen of human woman, marked by feelings of amity from some unseen origin. Chellis tried to trace her gaze, but Hale began to speak, and she decided it would be more amenable for him to garner her full attention. Unblinking, she read him while he briefed the mission.

The things he said were to be expected from a sitcom criminal. Rich mobsters (though what sort of name "The House" implied was beyond her; maybe the man was large?), guns, and outposts of debauchery at every corner. It might have sounded fun to the others, but to the Silwin, it sounded like a mess of danger and overstimulation. She didn't even have a gun. Did the captain truly expect each member of his crew to defend themselves individually, and not travel in a group? The very concept was illogical. Besides, if this place truly was as dredgy as it sounded, Chellis stood a large chance of being spotted, and if she were spotted, she stood a irrelevantly smaller chance of being recognized. If not recognized, at the very least recorded, which would eventually lead to being recognized. Her heartbeat was hard and uncomfortable. She shifted slightly.

"And if... there is no interest for this... 'Neo Tokyo'? I do not wish... to partake in these... corrupt... actions you speak of," the Kavarian said in reply to the captain's call for questions. So, he wasn't a brute, and he wasn't a criminal. Not willingly.

"Some of us have no 'guns,'" Chellis added. Though the word was familiar from the warzone, it still sounded uncomfortable in her mouth. Guns were for harm, harm brought pain, pain brought suffering. Even if she was given a gun, she didn't think she'd have the resolve to fire it.
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Poetic Ghost » Mon Oct 16, 2017 8:59 am

“Chellis is right, Captain. Some of us don’t carry weapons.” Anden spoke up for the first time in the conversation. Although his point was simple and legitimate, the fact that his head was wrapped in a towel made him seem unprofessional.

He had never seen Neo-Tokyo. He had heard stories through passing soldiers and the various planets he had traveled to with the Shakespeares, but from what he heard, Tokyo was a pit of vice and sin. Good for forgetting about the violent times, but very unproductive. Millions of Hub credits were wasted in the various casinos, and the owner, Mr. Hamada, claimed he sat neutral in the War. But if he had hired Amarok, it seemed that he was not a coward, but a snake instead.

As questions were directed towards him, mainly regarding the various activities on Neo-Tokyo, Hale waited until his crew were finished before he spoke again. “I guess I should have taken that into account...”

“If you have no taste for gambling, or general jackassery, I’m sorry to say you’ll have little else to do. I mean, if we were on Kyoto, there would be art and theatre, but Hamada bought out Neo-Tokyo from under Vanessa Ando, pushed her ‘art revolution’ to Kyoto.”

For protection, you probably won’t need a gun, unless you slip into the more dangerous part of town. But knowing Hamada, he likes to keep the trash and crime as low as possible.” As Hale finished, the Human woman sitting beside him rose from her seat and looked over at the Kavarian and Silwin.

“If you don’t want to go into the city, you could always stay onboard with me. We could hit the weights, or watch a movie, or something like that...” Rhee suggested. For the first time among the band of misfits, Rhianya had found an opportunity to bond with the new crew members. “Or you could just... you know... sit in your bunks and stuff...”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” Anden replies, with a smile. “But I think we’re running a bit low on groceries, I might make a run to the nearest market for some fresh food.” The Human gestured over to the refrigerator. Through it’s dual-sealed glass window, you could see the bare emptiness within the storage cube.

“It really doesn’t matter where you go.” Hale cut in, looking over his entire group. “As long as you don’t hop ship, and you’re ready to move when I contact you, you can go just about anywhere on the planet.”

“Just please... try to avoid the slums, but if you have to trek through there. Pack something to protect yourself, or at least hire someone to protect you. I worked really hard to get you all here, I’d hate to see you shanked in some dark alley over two Credits.” Hale chuckled, finding humour in his dark comedy. The joke bounced off Rhee, but Anden seemed to push his glasses up his nose uncomfortablely at the joke.

“So, are we all good?”
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Post by Annasiel » Fri Oct 20, 2017 9:34 pm

As Hale's attempt at sardonic humor fell on mixed reaction (and in the case of Anden, obvious discomfort), Chellis found herself pondering the dilemma between remaining on the ship or descending to Neo Tokyo. While she had no desire to visit any of these "fine" establishments Hale had mentioned, it appeared staying behind was the less popular choice among the crew. Something about Rhianya made Chellis feel vaguely uneasy, as well, though she was uncertain if anything she picked up contributed to this. It may have just been a matter of demeanor. Whatever the case, if she did chose to stay behind, she would be spending even more time with herself.

Complacent safety but the potential of increased suspicion? Or following with the will of the crowd, to the potential detriment of her current anonymity?

Hadn't she already decided the very fact she was in this situation disproved that she was still under the radar? They knew her name, face, and location. A little jaunt with them on this Neo-Tokyo would not hurt anything beyond that.

"I shall go," she acceded. "But I will not gamble, and 'general jackassery' sounds even less appealing. I intend to accompany Anden on his task to renew our supplies."

It was the most she said to any of them since joining.

A grocery run seemed harmless, and it would cement her place as a loyal, dedicated member of the crew. In addition, Anden would not be a threat to her well-being. It was a shame they had not ended up on this mentioned Kyoto, supposedly full of art and performance; Chellis would have enjoyed seeing it. Culture, though not nearly as important as her medical studies, was an area of minor interest, and human culture in particular tended towards an amusing juxtaposition of breadth and depth. Perhaps the segmented social clumping and the massive propensity for population growth was the cause of that.
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Quirbles » Wed Oct 25, 2017 10:00 pm

Skriviks remained silent for the duration of Hale's response, opting to cast a cursory glance over each of the men and women sitting at the table. The female who attracted his attention was, yet again, the small Chellis sitting a ways down from him.

She seems the most suitable to travel with.

She was much less insufferable than the alternative, which seemed to be participating in horrible acts that only the profligates of Kavarian society would condone. Indeed, there was crime upon Kaavri's great cities, but it was well managed; humans, however, appeared to have allowed the cancerous growth of sin to infect a decent portion of this "Neo-Tokyo". Truthfully, the only interesting attraction within the city seemed to be the technology, and even then the large Kavarian was relatively unfazed.

Perhaps I will see the "gifts" that the humans once brought to my people. Skriviks pondered sarcastically. Upon hearing Chellis speak the Kavarian drew himself out of his thoughts and back to the topic at hand, which appeared to be talk of... groceries? A particularly boring activity, but it seemed better than meaningless gambling. Skriviks waited for the Silwin to finish her thoughts before he stated his own.

"I shall accompany you both." He stated, the curt response being all he deemed necessary to state. Though he would not enjoy traveling with the faux-polite attitude of the human from earlier, he hoped it would be silent. Before they departed for the city, however, he intended to have a word with Hale.
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Someguy500 » Wed Nov 01, 2017 2:00 am

"So, are we all good?"

Farris had followed the rest of the crew, mentally noting the less than enthused reaction to his greeting (and honestly, not doing much about it). They'd warm up to him, sooner or later. For now, he had been standing by the doorway, hanging on to every word. The bunch from the corridor was going to get supplies, and that was totally cool. He would indulge in some "general jackassery" himself. Straightening up, he piped up just that bit too quickly after the big guy in the mask finished.

"Well, y'all have plans, eh? Sounds good to me. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Without waiting for a response, he spun around and started to walk off, out of the cafeteria (Mess Hall? Canteen? Ah, whatever.). He cheerily said to the room behind him, "See you all planet-side, then. I'm going to grab some of my stuff." Then he generally, as they say, buzzed off, having seemingly lost his appetite. Not that he had one, usually, but still.
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Poetic Ghost » Thu Nov 02, 2017 12:21 am

“I am.” Anden said, standing up from the table and pushing the chair back under the main table. He moved to the refrigerator and looked at the list that was posted on the door. It was pretty simple; milk, eggs, white meat, flour... the basics. He pulled off the door and folded it once before pushing it into his pocket.

Anden nodded as both Chellis and Skriviks announced that they wanted to accompany him into the city. “I’ll be ready whenever you’re both ready.” He stated. “Rhee? Could I borrow-“

Before Anden could finish, Rhiyana reached into her pocket and removed a pure black card, that seemed to shine through the spectrum as the mess hall light hit it’s surface. “Catch.” She uttered as she threw the piece of plastic his way like a shiruken.

Anden stepped out of the way, and let the improvised projectile fly past him and impact the kitchen wall, leaving a tiny dent in the hull of the White Fang. “Thanks.” He said, truthfully as he bent over to pick up the card from the floor.

“Sorry... don’t really know my strength, ya’ know?” Rhee chuckled awkwardly.

Hale made his way to the door. “Alright, well as long as most of us know what we’re doing, I need to get moving. Hadrian doesn’t like to have to wait.” He turned back and brought his two fingers to his forehead. “Keep my seat warm for me.” He smiled a slick grin as he saluted his crew, and made his way to the airlock.

- - -

“Skriviks? You needed to speak with me?”
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Re: [ADV] Retaliation

Post by Quirbles » Mon Nov 13, 2017 6:37 pm

The meeting of the crew had concluded, with each of the members making their way towards the shipyard within the large vessel. Hale had lingered, however, and seemed to suspect Skriviks' approach.

"Skriviks? You needed to speak with me?"

Kavarians were never one for beating around the bush, and Skriviks was no exception to the rule. Confrontation bore no embarrassment or awkwardness within him, and there was no part of him that cared for subtlety. As he neared Hale, he paused in his advancement so that a short distance of a few feet were between the two. The Kavarian paused for a moment before crossing his four arms.

"My people... had fought yours. Many years ago." He explained, giving context for his question. Perhaps it would catch Hale of guard, perhaps not. It did not matter to him.

"You... were there, weren't you? Fighting my people... on Ka'avri."

The question was simple. Short, though drawn out by Skriviks' lack of fluency. The meaning it carried, however, was substantial. He was sure that this man, Hale Amarok, had fought and killed at least one of his now nearly-extinct race. In the past, Skriviks believed the canines that had helped attack Kaavri were like pets to the humans; simple-minded, practically slaves sent to help the fighting forces. His gained knowledge over the years, however, contradicted this greatly. He did not understand. Why did they help slaughter his people? Out of alliance? The thrill of war-mongering? Or were they merely without will, ordered by oppressive humans? He did not know, and it angered him. He wanted answers. Why his race had been killed off by greed. Why his people had to be unlucky race to encounter these savages masquerading as "peacemakers". Anger coursed within his veins as it always had, nearly brought to the surface by the mere memory of what had happened so many decades ago.

But it did not show.

His expressionless mask offered what it always had: nothing. Emotion was locked behind it, behind his own face and deep within his body. There was no sense in showing it here.

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