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Piemanlives:
She shrugged, "Might as well," she looked at Frey and Enger, "it was bound to get out anyway, might as well have us all in on it if we're all signing up anyways. Besides the kid here is offering to build equipment and Amelia here knows the values of secrecy."

ShadedExalt:
"I was raised in the Guild, damnit.  I kept secrets for breakfast."

Carn:
Carn just goes over and slumps in the over stuffed chair in the corner, his BS meter obviously going into overdrive. He begins to mutter to himself about nobody respecting orders, and being unprofessional. A thought strikes him.

"I almost forgot. There's a fairly pressing concern, as far as crew goes. Does anybody have medical training?"

ShadedExalt:
"Very basic.  I can patch up relatively minor cuts and such, extract a bullet, etcetera, but nothing big."

Carn:
"That's pretty much what I know. Combat and field medicine. Not so much designed to actually result in a quick recovery, as much as get you mobile and back in the fight as soon as possible."

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