His PDA was buzzing. Elliot pulled it up and was surprised (or rather, not so surprised) to find a message from his dearest cousin. He placed his gunblade down and opened up the PDA. The soft blue glow filled the hanger, casting shadows across the crates. Emma's message was short and to the point but she managed to pack enough wit that he could almost hear her relaying the message in person. He chuckled before closing his PDA. The blue light faded away, and Elliot was alone again in the hanger.
The quietness of the hanger was almost a blessing. Elliot was perched atop a steel cargo box, but even so, he could feel the hum of the engines. The room was sparse and spartan, just a few belongings here and there scattered amongst the boxes. There were only a few people that lived on the first floor, mostly engineers who didn't want to be separated from their work.
He pushed the bullets into the magazine. Two, three, four. Elliot traced the spine of his blade with a finger. A familiar voice came across the loud speaker. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Sixteen in total. He snapped the magazine back into the hilt of his blade. Sliding off the box, Elliot paused for a moment to stretch. If he felt any sort of rush to obey the summons, it was not obvious. He slid the extra clips into a holster on his leg and set his gunblade back to it's inactive form. After all, it was a long climb to the fourth floor from the first, and he could only be so late.
Wilson stood on the balcony with all the posture and bearing of, well, Wilson.
Elliot wanted to laugh. He wanted to ask who had made this little boy their commander, who had thought it was a good idea to crown a boy like this but-- Elliot had to remember that Wilson was no longer the quiet little boy who clung to Emma's coattails. Perhaps the separation had done him some good, perhaps he'd grown up into a man, a commander. Elliot wondered, briefly, if people could change like that. At that moment, he remembered Emma, and the thought fell out of his head.
He stood behind the gathered crowd, not far enough to miss the hint of apprehension in Wilson's voice, but far enough away that he was fairly certain that he was not in Wilson's line of sight. Around him, several people spoke up, eager to volunteer themselves. Elliot didn't feel the need to speak up. He wasn't sure he wanted to speak up either. No matter what, Elliot was not sure he had (or ever could) forgive Wilson for his part in what had happened to Emma. He leaned back against the wall of the room and waited for the chatter to die down.
"But remember this, fight with honor and courage. Do not back down; that is how you will find the right path, clear as day. Remember everything that you are and who we are, and when you leave, remember to fight for it.”
Brave words. It was hard to reconcile his image of small, wide-eyed Wilson, with this man who seemed all too comfortable in the role of leader. Elliot felt a smirk tugging at his face. There was something about the oddity of these two conflicting images that amused him.
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It was a surprise when Commander Wilson continued to question her though he seemed to be getting information. He probably wanted to know her worth and honestly Mitsu wasn't sure how helpful she could be, all she knew was that she didn't want to sit in the shadows or merely cower in the clinic when she could actually be out helping people in need.
"My form is rather large and physically strong. I've been able to move aside large items that others couldn't in order to get to the injured. Drifter Colonies aren't exactly made for stability. They collapse in on themselves all the time and others can suddenly find themselves buried under steel and hundreds of pounds of wire and gears." She went silent for a moment remembering an incident she would have rather kept buried in the back of her mind. For the longest time she had only had her brother and he had fallen victim to such an incident. She thought because of his shifting abilities he would be fine and she had gone about pulling out the children and the others who had gotten buried. Mitsu had no idea the injuries her brother had sustained had been fatal or she would have ran to him first. If she had gotten to him in time perhaps he would still be here though at the time her medical training had been slight. Her knowledge revolved around slapping a band-aid on something.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts she focused on Commander Wilson. She would not let that happen to anyone else. "I'm strong Commander. If I am called to fight I will, if anything I can be used as a shield with my size." And she was very serious with her tone. She would throw herself in the line of fire especially for their Commander. "I have helped in small ways on this ship since I have come aboard working at the clinic but I want to prove myself. I want to do something more." She bowed her head respectfully. "Please use me as you will."
Lumikki had been otherwise occupied prior to the calling of the meeting. She had been helping any that had wandered in to the clinic however, there wasn't many and it looked like the other one, Mitsu, had tended to the majority of the patients. Smiling as she watched her work she was so skilled. Blinking a few times as her ears twitched she shifted to her natural form, it was so much easier to wander the halls in her smaller form. Following the tunnels down she reached where the meeting was to be conducted.
She hung back so not to get stepped on as she listened intently to everything around her.
"tribute?"
She whispered, only loud enough for those with excellent hearing to be able to hear her. Finding a small area she could shift back without prying eyes she stepped out of the shadows dressed in a short skirt, and a fluffy top. It was a very interesting take on Lolita fashion.
"I...I would like to offer...my...services...I...well I'm not very big or very strong...but I can hear very well...and I'm small in my natural form so I can spy...an...and I...I kinda help Mitsu in the clinic..."
She nodded happily before realizing that she hadn't actually introduced herself, blushing and tripping over her words she quickly added,
"I'm Lumikki I...I'm from Asgarda a drifting planet of amazons...So..so I ...can be just as vicious as a man...kind of..."
The last part was added a little more meekly then intended originally.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 9:52 am
If there was one thing about this whole mess of a crash that had landed her here that Leo was happy about, it would be the particular Commander in charge. Despite her short size and her young age, the Mära had been guard on a few cargo ships before this one and she could happily say that she had met no leader on any of them with whom she would rather be stuck with for however long they were grounded here. Which was increasingly looking like 'forever'.
Their Commander had managed to keep his crew and passengers civilized, even through the initial panic of their crash and the revelation that the engines were busted. This, Leo considered to be a great feat indeed; desperation and despair had a way of turning even the nicest person into something ugly, but it had all been dealt with with bravour by the Commander and the rest of his people. For once, she had landed herself with a crew that she was actually proud to call her's.
And it was for this reason that she would fight; not for the promise of payment, the thrill of battle or even the slight hope that they might one day travel the stars again - but for what they had managed to make here, a civilized, functioning community and home.
"I'm no great healer or strategist, but I can and will fight, however and wherever you wish me to do so." Leo stood to attention as she addressed her Commander, looking both determined and tense. "We Mära are not known for our large size or lust for battle, but I'm a good guard and know something of defense and offense, at least. And the Mära ability of paralyzing our oppenents comes in handy once in a while, too." Nevermind that she needed to be sitting on the opponent's chest for it to work, which meant that said opponent would have to be lying down - and her slight size just didn't lend itself to bowling people over. But she'd made it work before, in tandem with stealth and surprise or someone else more suited to getting others down on the ground.
Dakota made sure to smile at the commander, a wicked one when he was pulled into the kiss with Madeline. Ah there it was. It was like all the fire he had keeping him sustained blew up and over, feeding into his veins.
This is what made Livius so dangerous. This type of fire that burned quickly and ran rampant till it destroyed them from the inside out. The problem was the addiction to that teetering edge.
Instead his face remained aloof and friendly.
"Not at all if were going to be honest Madeline." He returned his attention to the Commander, "Some people are finding that sparks can come more from lust? I'd be interested to know how this war would be fanned by the flames of a Liviusian." he gave the Asterion a affectionate pat on her bottom, "As to what you need to know Commander, well...." He grinned, matching Madeline's smile, "I think you already do." His eyes fell on the man addressing Wilson next and grinned.
"Ryan, Brother." He went over to grip the man's hand in a formal greeting. One of the few men he happened to know and trust and one he had recieved orders from when the ship had fallen from its sky. "Late to the parties as always my nomadic friend. Tell me did you see the hull of sector 4B and the Sector of 4F have been fixed? One step closer to repairing our ship for leave." Of course there was hundreds of other sectors damaged by the fall and between the teams that were repairing them well...
His eyes slid over to the Kilijian and snorted. There was nothing between their races but Dakota did not like the feel of the man. Too brash and confident and cocky. And the skills to back it up. Admiration though was lost on the idea that he was a Pirate, boarding their ship till what....when it could fly and he could kill of the commander and take over? Hmm.
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Mitsu's ears pivoted around when she heard a familiar voice smiling when she saw Lumikki. She knew her from working beside her in the clinic and she quickly made her way over to stand beside her. Might as well stick together right?
"It's a little scary isn't it?" Mitsu whispered, though she smiled trying to keep up her brave face. Hopefully only a small amount of them would have to make a sacrifice so that others wouldn't have to.
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Ami groaned under Madeline's weight as the girl pressed herself upon Ami's back, which was not at all suited for carrying heavy muscled girls. She had muscles from swimming all her life, but nothing compared to Madeline's- not to mention they'd been dulled from a bipedal lifestyle. Her legs were growing stronger each day, but they still weren't enough to support Madeline.
When Madeline summoned the Livius, all she could do was squeak her dissatisfaction. Obvious affection for her? AMI WOULD NEVER. She was at least grateful to the Livius for getting the girl off her back- that was nice. As she straightened herself out, she made a noise something akin to a shrill, angry squeak while underwater as Madeline squeezed her arm affectionately. In public? How dare she.
"I am so sorry," she said, politely turning back to the Quetz in question. "But ... I am a Cetid, from the planet Cetus." She was going to say something more, but the Commander approached them both and asked them a question.
She tilted her head slightly and said, "Was I ... not clear? Intellectual endeavors implies, but is not limited to ... advising, puzzle-solving, general knowledge of species, battle strategies ..." She looked back at the Commander, "Does that make sense?" Her hooded eyes looked downward. She didn't mean to mock him (even a little), she just thought that her speech had been rather ... obvious.
The ground shook a little as a Drogiam shifted and took shape. A little squeal of delight escape her mouth and she quickly bowed to the Commander once more and then turned to face the Drogiam. "So you are a Drogiam! I lived next door to one as a child, before I moved."
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Useful? Yes. Rogue? Oh yes. Marosa couldn't help but grin cheekily at Sharra for his comment.
The Ganerie blinked at others as they offered themselves for positions, crossing his arms over his waist and listening intently. It would do no good to talk over anyone, or even introduce himself; he fixed his glowing golden eyes on each one in turn as they spoke, processing the information easily in his head.
Information was key to survival, he noted, and the King may need all the information he could get.
Lumikki smiled happily when Mitsu moved to her side. She was seriously worried about this whole ordeal, but now standing next to Mitsu she wasn't as scared. Her ears twitched slightly before nodding.
"I hope there isn't much need for us...that is I hope the battle is quick and in our favor."
Wrapping her arms around herself a little more she watched the others. The idea of so many of them suddenly appearing in the little clinic made her shiver.
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Kat, a little late, arrived in time to catch the group of beings offering service to their King, Wilson.
Coming from a proud, stubborn and distant race, her feline kind avoided offering aid, or even speaking with anyone who was not of their blood, even if it was from their supposed king. Unlike the rest of her clan, Kat was often seen chatting it up with other races, offering assistance when needed, much to her elders disapproval. So when she the young king's announcement aired, it was no surprise to the her clan when she answered.
Lurking behind the crowd gathered, Kat set her gaze upon the king, curious to see just what kind of man he was. She had seen him enough times on live feeds, though this was the first time she had actually come to greet him in person.
Waiting patiently for her turn to offer her support, it finally dawned on her that she had no idea how she was to greet someone of royal blood. Was she supposed to bow or something? Say something fancy? Or just treat him like any other person in the room? Unlikely.. The best way she figured to go about this, was to be polite as possible, and watch her tongue. Lord knows, her kind lacked a lot of social graces..
"Sir--commander..er my king..?" she bowed curtly, before straightening herself out again. Well, she botched that royally.. "On behalf of my race, I've come to answer your call. I'm skilled in combat, and will dedicate my life to protect you as well as your kingdom if you will permit me the chance.
So.. yeah.."
Oh gawd, this definitely felt a little cheesy.. and to be doing this in front of so many people, even!
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First it was Dakota and Madeline kissing, and now Marosa was winking suggestively at someone. Wilson was beginning to wonder if he ever knew his crewmen in the first place. His eyes narrowed at the slight fade in the man’s smile. “How often have you used this particular ability of yours and to what extent?”
At least one person here wasn’t promiscuous. He almost (almost) seemed relieved to turn his attention toward Pokerus and looked notably impressed by her reptilian form. Wilson eyed her calmly before he nodded his head. “Do you happen to know the limitations of your abilities? How much you can lift, for example, or the fastest you can go?” A pause before he hastily added, “You can also return to your other form if you wish.”
Once again his eyes narrowed, but this time at Marosa andSharra. What…Hopefully he was just reading too closely between the lines here. Wilson was more comfortable with having Sharra show him a list of all the weapons he knew how to command. That he could understand. Love, unfortunately, was something he had lost a long time ago.
“How nice of you to finally show up,” he answered without even looking toward Ryan. “It would’ve been better if you had been there in person, but beggars can’t be choosers.” The commander grinned at the younger man as he stepped forward to grab his shoulder. “Do you want to elaborate or do you think I know you pretty well already?” Grinning, he quirked a brow.
Wilson seemed slightly amused by Roch’s words. Did he just diss a few of the crewmen here? Pft. His background of piracy was not unknown to the commander, and he couldn’t help but remain doubtful of the kilijian. Would he use the same methods that plunged his beloved ship out of the sky? He didn’t know.
He opened his mouth in an attempt to repeat the long name, but nodded his head. “Bix.” Wilson grinned at him. “With age comes experience and wisdom.” The commander hummed thoughtfully as he took in the man’s words. “It’s one thing to have knowledge, and another to actually use it, and use it well. Have you used this gathered information to your or someone else’s benefit?”
A grateful nod to Vanya. “Such fears don’t make you weaker, but stronger. True bravery comes from acknowledging and facing your fears, and will make you a more skilled warrior in the end.” Wilson knitted his brows together when he noticed the hesitation in her. He cocked his head, but then curiosity soon turned into silent horror.
His baby… He wiped the shock off his face and coughed. “Yes, that is certainly enough. Thank you.” He’d have to get someone to patch up those holes pronto.
“If you are so strong, Zephyros, then would you perhaps display a bit of that strength?” Wilson stood back to allow the officer some room should he require it. “It’d give me a better picture of your capabilities as a soldier.”
He nodded at Mitsu. She seemed to have lulled herself into a daze, perhaps a flashback. His gaze softened as he too recalled his past. Gunshots. Fire. Then a sterile white hospital room. The nurse’s voice broke him out of his own daze. “Everyone is strong in their own way,” he noted. “Strength comes in many different forms—courage, physical strength, wit, the possibilities are endless.”
Wilson was doubtful of Lumikki’s strength, but refused to let it show on his face. He didn’t doubt her skills, but he couldn’t help but wonder if being tribute was the right position for her. He smiled kindly. “I visited Asgarda once. They didn’t take very kindly to me,” he joked. “If you wish, you can show me your natural form. Or…” His voice drifted off as he half-nodded toward Mitsu.
“Saying you know defense and offense is all well and good,” he started as he observed Leo, “but I think a demonstration of your skills is in order. You may be strong, but there may be others who are stronger yet.”
“Intellectual endeavors certainly implies what you listed, but what are your strengths within that pool? Some are skilled at just puzzles and riddles. Others at just strategy and advising. And others yet may dabble in all kinds,” Wilson explained to Ami. He scrutinized her. “May I assume you are well acquainted with all matters of ‘intellectual endeavors’?”
“Commander.” He corrected Kat with a grin. “So nice of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Taylor.” Sighing, Wilson stepped back and crossed his arms. “I’ve asked this question to nearly everyone who boasts of their combat strength, so I shall ask you the same—would you please show your fighting prowess to me?”
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:20 pm
"I hope the same." Mitsu said. Though she wished at the same time it didn't come to battle. Fighting the people of the other kingdoms was no different to her than fighting the people here on the ship. They were all made up of different races and species so diverse and different. She treated everyone in her clinic the same no matter who they were and she treated those she met outside the ship the same way. It was going to be difficult to change that mind set now that it was truly a life or death matter. And she worried about everyone here hoping everyone would make it back okay and a part of her also worried for another. A man she had met in the red kingdom.
Taking in a deep breath, Mitsu smiled and placed a hand lightly on Lumikki's arm in a form of comfort. "I'm sure everything will be okay. Our Commander will look out for us."
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Roch went still, realizing abruptly how that could have sounded. "Sir, I am NOT a spy for the pirates that took the berg down," he said quietly. "I'm perfectly legit now. If I was out t'sink this berg I wouldn't have brought out my own stock of gallinium--even if I did plan on just patching it until we could get replacements. You just asked me how I would deal with the war and I told you what I know from my past."
He really didn't want to get stuck with some nasty job like latrine duty because he wasn't trusted by the commander. He finally found what he'd been looking for in his pockets, pulling out a sucker, unwrapping it, and sticking it in his mouth. Sugar helped him think.
Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:12 pm
"..commander.." She repeated, as if to confirm with herself.
Squinting, she gave him a suspicious look, considering her options to 'demonstrate' her abilities. How was she supposed to do this exactly? She was well versed in hand to hand combat, though she doubted anyone would allow her to use them as a punching bag for show. Hailing from a feline race, she was fairly agile, as well as flexible--maybe she could run laps or leap over things? "Erm.. Unless you want me to openly attack someone, or show you my flexibility, I'm afraid I can only demonstrate my species power."
Holding her hand outwards, Kat focused her ability, sending large sparks to fly out from her hands. Drawing her hand back and thrusting it forward again, she shot a well aimed blast of electricity energy past Wilson to hit its destined target, a large screen, watching as it exploded on contact.
"Uhhmmm.. I can pay for that.."
Aw, yeah. She was off to a great start. Destroying the commander's personal property.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:17 pm
Wilson eyed Roch. "It's not that I don't trust. I just don't know if I should use the very same methods that took down the ship.
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