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Carn:
Carn and Alison are currently having an argument.
"I told you, I'm commanding this expedition, alongside a captain of Cathedral's guard!"
"Oh? Well then, if two of you command, then who get's the Captain's quarter's huh? I think I'll take it, and remove any problems about the situation."
The two, both in essence walking armories, and both red-heads, though Carn's hair is closer to blood while Alison's is more akin to copper, stare each other down.
Piemanlives:
Reagan sighed, she was wondering where the daily argument was, now she was too tired to deal with it, instead she took Amelia by the hand and walked straight through them.
"I take the Captain's Quarters." Smirking as she walked up the gang plank.
Carn:
Alison bristles at that statement.
"And just who are you?"
"She would be your commanding officer."
Carn looks at Reagan.
"If you can pilot the transport, then you can take Captain's quarter's. I don't have enough stuff to warrant that much space."
Piemanlives:
She shrugged, "If our benefactors don't have a pilot in mind I might as well. Besides I have this as luggage." She points at Amelia's face.
"I resent that statement." She made the point clear by lightly punching her arm.
"Still" Reagan said as she approached the pair and in one quick movement drew her blade and slashed through a weapon strap at random, "We're going to get along just fine right?" Of course only an idiot would keep a blade extended and brought it closer to her body. If this had been Firnfeld or Yesha the other would have responded in kind but hadn't noticed a sword on the women's person and wondered how she would react given the situation.
Carn:
Alison just smiles.
"Careful with that,"
She says angling her wakizashi short sword up from where it was, pointed right at Reagan's abdomen.
"Wouldn't want to hurt yourself."
She sheathes the short curved sword in the sheathe on the small of her back, crossed with another angled for her left. And those are above the twin SMGs on her hips.
"I'm beginning to question the sanity of bringing three redheads on one vessel, two of which are women."
Carn grumbles as he sees this unfold.
"Try not to kill each other."
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