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Carn:
Carn shakes the young officer's hand, and nods to Amelia.

"Alister Carn, formerly Gunnery Sergeant Carn, First Marauder unit, Anglean special forces. I think part of the reason why I got stuck with the bureaucrats, was because my record was good. I suppose hopeful senators think that serving with someone who a record like that, would boost their odds in election. Thing is, that's common practice now. I may miss my homeland, but I will never miss the paperwork."

Carn cracks a smile to show he was joking. In the past, people haven't always been sure of when he is joking, and when he is serious.

"In any event, I'm to be the commanding officer on this expedition."

Carn turns over to Frey.

"Any idea on when those men will get here with my ship? I'm eager to get working on her. Some personal touches need to be applied."

ShadedExalt:
"You have some impressive scars, Carn."

Gaige removes his fedora and scarf to reveal his entire face, and the large scars raking across most of it.

"I got most of mine from spalling and ricochets, but a few were from some closer altercations.  And yes, I am 'proficient' in engineering.  I have a full complement of tools, and can shoot almost anything you care to name.  I am also familiar with most ships, being as I was a part of the Guild... They're assholes, but hey, at least I have an education because of them.  I'm also prone to experimenting with gadgets and such.  I've been working on a blueprint for a heavy machine gun, but it's not gonna be ready for at least another 3 years, and that's if the design even works..."

He begins to mutter about gear meshing and recoil stresses.

Carn:
"You lose a fight with a lynx or something? I've been through a few explosions, along with a few you thought they could go toe to toe with me using blades. Still, I don't have any scars on my face, and I tend to win. As long as you can work on a squid, then I'm fine with you coming along."

Piemanlives:
"So long as we don't run into mythical sandworms we'll be fine, but in any case I'm a pilot and ground officer, so if you need someone to snatch the helm for a moment I'm your women."

She drew her sword and ran her finger across the flat of the blade, "Or you know, if you need someone to get a bit stab happy, anyway you can probably tell Amelia here is an engineer, surprisingly good, considering the fact that she's only been doing it for a couple of weeks."

"Hey!" She felt a light thump against her shoulder.

"Sorry Amelia."

A roar of engines echoed about as The Flying Cloud the militia's resident rocket powered squid soared over head.

Carn:
"Always good to have a backup pilot, and more fighters. And I never turn down good engineers. Decent looking blade there ma'am."

Carn unhooks his axe from his belt, twisting the ball of his thumb on the back spike.

"I prefer a more, whirling, hacking, approach myself."

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