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CD turned to smile at Valco after shooting a dirty look at Blade that promised that sometime soon in his future, he might end up with something nasty in his food. She also gave the others guys a wry smile. She knew they needed to junk food every now and again. Her eyes went a pale green, kind of like new spring grass. "Just my soul. Which is why I'll have to take a piece from all of you to cobble myself a new one together." She caught the worried look on Valcos face and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. "It didn't cost to much, and don't worry, it never came out of the crews cash. It was my own. I always have a little in store for just these kinds of occassions. And hey, don't we deserve a treat every now and then?" CDs eyes went a darker green. "You reek, been throwing up from drinking to much?" She knew the answer to that question. "Want something to help with the nausea?

"I've got some already ready. I decided to stockpile." CD said with a slight smile as she grabbed to small tablets and a glass which she filled with a clear grey liquid. "Have at 'er and drink up. This stuff is good for you." She deposited the pills and the glass near Valco and pulled something out of one of the few remaining bags in the kitchen and held it out to him. "Look what I managed to find. Your favorites."

Blade saw CD's dirty look, and returned her an indifferent expression that promised that no time soon in his future, would he be touching any food that she prepared for him. As he stared back, the iris's of his eyes began to swirl like a vortex with a bluish lavender glow. It was one of the many settings of his cyberoptic eye implants. He did this to tease her, as to say, Hey, look! I can have freaky eyes too! It was then that Derron reached into his bag of candies and snatched one, just as Valco and CD walked off into the kitchen. Blade crawled out from underneath the table, and flopped the bag of candies down on top of it as he stood. "You know, I thought I spotted some caves a little ways out to the north..." he trailed off as he looked around to everybody in the room. "Anybody up for a walk?" Blade was basically asking them if they wanted to go on a bug hunt. It was a known fact that there were many bizarre creatures roaming around certain areas of the wastelands. It was believed by most that the creatures were insects and animals, which had been mutated by the modified N-40 strain (Impregnator Virus) that was unleashed upon the planet when the world "ended". Many of them made their homes in the dark, damp caves - only venturing out of their sanctuary for prey. "Who knows... maybe we'll even come across a waterline." he mused as he awaited a response. Chances were there was nothing at all in those caves. But Blade was bored, itching to shoot off his guns, and wanted to do something to kill the time while they were stuck out there. Not to mention the fact that some of those creatures made for a good meal.

"Valco's been acting weird and anxious all day..." Blade replied as he turned his head towards the kitchen, which the Captain and CD had just disappeared into. "It'd probably just be better to leave him alone until he sleeps it off, and Sergious gets the Gestalt back on track." Blade continued, really trying more to convince himself that it would be alright with Valco more than James. "'Sides, you heard 'em. There's a reactor failure, and you know how long it takes to recharge." he said as he pointed up to his ear-piece. "You got your comlink, right? We're not gonna be gone long, and even if we are, we'll still be able to get in contact with the Gestalt." He then watched as James opened the ammo hatch with that s**t-eating smirk of his. "Right on, brotha." he said as he extended his fist out for James to punch back. "So, you in?" It was looking as though they were about to become sort of partners-in-crime.

"Alright, let's do it!" Blade replied after receiving the confirming knuckle tap from James. He then started hoping around slightly, while rolling his head and his shoulders - psyching himself up. He loved to hunt. "We goin' in, ain't we?" he said as he turned to his comrades Derron, Koraj, and Logan who were still lounging around. Maybe they would want to come along too. "Just hold up. I gotta grab my s**t. I'll meet you out there!" he called back to James as he jogged out of the room, and made his way to the crew quarters. He stepped into his room, and started pulling all of the cases out from under his bed, which contained his artillery. He quickly assembled his Ripper-Lance assault rifle, and mounted it on his back before holstering his handgun at his side. He then quickly made his way back to the access hatch of the Gestalt.

Valco downed the drink quickly and took the pills, holding back the sudden urge to vomit them back up. "Thanks, Chrys. Sorry for threatening you earlier."

((Part of the reason this slowed down is that Pat's gone. And so, I shall powerplay him.))

Sergius stirred slowly from his position atop the Gestalt, using a hand to both shade his eyes and comfort his head. "Gah...no more drinking with Valco..." he muttered, knowing that he'd never be able to keep that self promise. As he rose the air blew over and around the Gestalt, carrying some sand and brushing it over his body. He shivered slightly as it hit the sensitive photoreceptive skin on his arms, but shook it off as he stepped onto the elevator, lowering down to the command deck. "So...James, what's up with the reactor?" He kept his eyes squinted and talked in a low voice so as to not aggravate his headache. However, the engineer had already left and so Sergius found his own way down toward the reactor, shaking his head as he looked at the patch job. "Dammit...this is gonna last all of ten minutes of reactor work..."

With a calculated move he reached for the com-link and lifted it up, opening the free channel. "Hey, everybody, we need to make a repair run. There's a Hive City I picked up on the scanners last night, and the odds are that they'll have what we need. So...nobody leave. We're heading out in force shortly." Ordering the crew around was something he was used to, and he knew that, even if they didn't like it, they'd do as he said or start walking.

-=:Elsewhere:=-
The feet of the Faustus thudded up the entry ramp of the Doom Horn, coming to its final rest next to the sleek Fireray class mech Helios of Lieutenant Alder. There was a quiet hiss as the cockpit opened and after a moment a tall, imposing figure began to climb down. Commander Cyron glanced around the hangar for a moment, noting the four other mechs aside from Lieutenant Alder's.

"Commander Cyron," came that same cool female voice. "Welcome aboard my ship." Cyron adjusted the chainsword on his back as he turned and looked back at the woman. "Lieutenant Sarah Alder, glad to be of service." The woman saluted smartly and Cyron returned it immediately.

"Thank you for the use of your carrier, Lieutenant," Cyron said, walking toward a map hanging on the hangar wall. "There is a Free Hive City located approximately here, he said, pointing to an area on the map. "A capture of the location for the Corporation would almost certainly result in at least a commendation for your self and also an upgrade from this rusty can that you control." He turned and walked toward the command deck, watching as the crew scurried out of his way. His rank as High Commander of the Corporation's Water Hunting forces made him a man of terrible power, all but immune to orders from other Corporation leaders.

What he didn't see, however, was the splendid gesture that Lieutenant Alder aimed at his back. This "rusty can" as he so put it was something that she had been in command of for nearly three years. Despite the archaic design it still operated perfectly and the Plasma weaponry mounted to the hull was some of the finest ever designed. With a heavy sigh she followed him, feeling the crawler shift heavily under her feet. Dammit, he's already changed the course. I had promised my men some time at home. Hopefully they'll understand.

<< Whoa! Lots of reading to do O_O So we're moving out? Sorry for the inactivity, been addicted to Starfighter: Disputed Galaxy. Fun Flash game biggrin Ey Caleidah, I think I've seen you use that pic for Cryon before... or was it someone else... >>

"ALRIGHT!" Logan laughed as he heard the announcements. Koraj simply stared at him and shook his head. "Get real. We won't see any action." He grumbled. "Oy, way to be a killjoy there. At least it beats being cramped up in here all damn day." Logan bitched back, kicking his comrade in the back of knee. Koraj fell down and slammed his head down on the corner of the table and got back up. "I'll get you for that later..." He snarled, rubbing his head and surprised it wasn't bleeding. Eh, he is right though... gets us out of here ... He thought, as him, Logan, and probably the rest of the pilots behind them, filed into the mech room and suited up. Logan smirked to himself as the machine seemed to come to life, while his friend just seemed like it was another boring thing. Aw hell, Kor will come 'round... Logan thought as he checked everything. Satisfied, he filed in after Valco. "Ey, wait up for the rest of us!" He said, as Koraj passed him.

<< I think after this post I'ma split their actions up instead of mixing em. My heads starting to hurt... *grumble grumble grumble* >>