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Carn:
Bridge
"After a fashion. I had to get a full engineering team down to the gunnery deck. Whoever was in charge of maintaining the guns did an abysmal job of it. I have Mr Gaige hammering the swabbies in line. In the meantime, I thought I'd be hear. Important things tend to happen at the bridge, and truly important things tend to not be boring."
Medbay
After the poor unfortunates hurry out with the bucket, Alison takes her seat.
"Back to our earlier conversation, a bored Carn may be interesting, but he tends to get.......edgy, when he gets very bored. When he begins making explosives, because he's bored, it tends to not be much longer before he uses them."
Koali:
Koali seemingly pops into existence on the gunnery deck next to Courage.
"Wha- Oh, hey! Have you ever felt what it's like to have some random guy just knock you out of existence with a load of schoolwork?"
Piemanlives:
--Eagle's Shadow, Gunnery Deck--
Amelia sighed and re-affixed the grate to the ventilation shaft.
--Eagle's Shadow, Med Bay--
Reagan sighed at that statement, “Well, if he blows up anything on this ship I'll… Hmm… Blow him up I guess.” She took a moment to think about the implication, “You think he's susceptible to high explosives?” She looked at Alison with an amused smiled tugging at the edges of her mouth before she went to staring at the opposite wall. throughout the ship she could hear the sounds of movement as the crew began the finalizing their departure.
“Though, I suppose I should get back to checking on the crew before I get back to the bridge. We lift off in oh,” She did the mental math in her head, “Two hours I suppose.”
Taking a moment to stretch as she detached herself from the wall where she was leaning. “Best I got out of your hair now. Skies watch over you Alison.” She rounded the corner before disappearing from sight.
--The Warehouse, South Docks--
Three bags sat on the bed, filled with equipment and other items of importance. Lorena ran a check in her head as she made sure that she had everything she would be needing, and then some, it always paid to come prepared. She slung the duffel with her clothing over shoulder and the case that held her rifle over her back. Her tools contained in a bag attached to the duffel that clanked as she moved, not that she minded.
She poked her head out of her room, the place was oddly quiet, she didn't remember anything about any jobs they had coming up so she supposed that everybody was about the city. She took one final look around before she entered the warehouse proper. She probably made it half way across the room before she heard someone behind her.
Dad really? She looked behind her, sure enough her dad was leaning against the wall looking at her. He looked her, forlorn, resigned to some inescapable fate.
“You know my parents said that watching your only child-”
“Dad are you really going to do this?” She rolled her eyes at his antics.
“-And I suppose you can't protect them forever but-”
“Dad you don't need to- Are you reading off a script?!” Sure enough he raised an eyebrow before stuffing the thick stack of papers into his coat.
“Maybe.” The mischievous glint in his eye. “Actually it's a transcript of this speech from a novel I picked up, not that it's important of course.”
“Are you going to give me some worldly advice that I'm bound to figure out the meaning of later?”
“Actually I was going to give you this.” He held out a pistol, it's steel polished and glimmering in the warehouse light.
“Oh.” She took it in one hand, turning it over as she examined every part of it. “This isn't-”
“No it isn't.” He pulled out a matching one from his coat, this one however was worn, but no less glimmering as he held it. “Thought you could use something a bit more personal though. Or you know, a hold weapon, or well, a lot of things really.”
“Thought that counts Dad, thanks.”
“Well, least you could do is come back alive, I'd rather not have to hunt down Reagan for losing my only child.” He gave her a weak smile.
“Promise I'll at least try.”
“That's all I ask. Now, get moving, you'll probably be late if you don't go there now.”
“Well, someone had to stop me before exiting out the door.” She gave him a smirk.
“Well, you know situations like this require a dramatic heart touching moment that sets the tone for the rest of the narrative.”
“Please don't.” She gave him a quick hug. “I better not find this place burned down when I get back!” She said as made for the door, her back to him.
“And you better not come back with a magical sword and a talking cat.”
Lorena stopped at the door before turning back to face him. “No promises dear Father.”
--Militia Docks--
Lorena stood back to examine the ship, not that it had changed since she had last saw it. She took a moment to look around the docks before she entered through the bustle of cargo bay. It was lively, much more than yesterday though she supposed it was due to the fact they were leaving soon. And with that she decided that it was time to find herself a room. Hopefully.
Carn:
Medbay
"And to you as well Reagan......"
Thinking to herself for a moment, Alison ponders Reagan's question. A memory passes over her, specifically the one about why Alister's Junker is gone.
"Grenade barrel......."
Koali:
A demon rises from the ground and knocks Koali through a portal with a bag of textbooks.
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