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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 3, 2014 21:02:04 GMT -8
"Your type's this fuckin' dick," Guar muttered reflexively as he moved back to gather more medical materials. These kinds of responses tended to come down to basic instinct, and didn't put much thought into them on the job.
Turning around with a syringe in hand, Guar rolled his eyes. "What happened to that 'not being weak' shit? Yeah, blood tests. Don't be a bitch about it."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 4, 2014 1:17:18 GMT -8
Tavia clapped her claw over her arm, and her eyes grew wide as she saw the syringe, one especially designed to be sharp enough to pierce Turian skin.
"I...I just don't like needles..." she whimpered.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 5, 2014 2:48:37 GMT -8
"You had a seizure. A fucking seizure." Bryci groaned, allowing Elam to free-float on his own weight as she stepped away from the man. "Of course I'm going to be worried. I have enough issues without trying to make sure you don't choke on your own tongue."
"And can we not talk about my sexuality? Pleas-... wrong?" She pleaded. "Are you some straight-hating gay Turian?"
"Mmhmm, Guar, yeah. That's exactly my type. I thoroughly enjoy our conversations. You really get me as a romantic partner on a spiritual and emotional level. Would you like to come to my room for some coffee and we can talk about our future children?"
"Relax. It's a needle." Bryci assured the girl, not entirely too keen on the situation to be going into her maternal frenzy. On top of that, it wasn't like she saw an issue with needles. The artworks embedded into her skin proved that. "It's like a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, of a pinch at most."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 5, 2014 19:29:35 GMT -8
Guar simply shrugged. "I'd rather come to your room to fuck you deaf, dumb and bloody. Coffee's nice, too."
The tests themselves were something of an abridged version of an average, if not rushed, physical examination: heart and respiratory vital signs and a quick drawing of blood (of which Tavia felt merely the pinch of the needle as her blood was taken), and after processing the data and samples into a state-of-the-art computing machine of some sort, Guar offered the young Turian girl a cup of water, and opened his communicator.
"Captain," he barked, looking over the blood samples as he did so, in a studious manner. "The little bitch is taken care of."
"Doctor . . ."
"She's fucking fine, fuck. Just saying she's fuckin' ready, is all."
"Very well. Tell Miss Wicker to escort her to my quarters."
Well aware that the line was open and the medbay was small enough for the lightest communicator sound to carry, Guar gestured to Bryci to take Tavia and do as the Captain had ordered.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 8, 2014 10:39:15 GMT -8
"Oh, Guar." Bryci cooed, a mock expression of romantic joy spread across her homely features, giving the reptilian, hulking physician what she imagined were her best attempt at loving eyes. "You just make me feel so complete and the way you speak to me is just... I'm not sure I can contain myself."
"Just do me right here." The former Marine joked, constraining her laughter. "We should have done it when Elam was out of it."
Patting the newly awakened Second-In-Command as Guar walked off to be in his own world, threatening people and making remarks about murder and bitches and all that, she sighed.
"You should probably head to your quarters. Get some rest."
A step across to Tavia later, she clasped her forearm, lifting her somewhat under the directive of the Captain and, by proxy, Guar.
"Come on." She ordered. "And stop being so whiny and nervous. We're not going to hurt or kill you... that's too much effort and we're really just a bunch of lazy cunts."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 10, 2014 22:26:46 GMT -8
"Easy for you to say," Tavia retorted as she pulled her shirt back on from doing the heart test. As a Turian, she didn't particularly care if Bryci saw her bare chest. "You actually know this Krogan, I thought he was going to kill me the whole time."
She cautiously followed after Bryci.
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Post by lovely corte on Aug 13, 2014 5:52:19 GMT -8
"Just because I know him and have playful banter doesn't mean he won't kill me." Bryci remarked, pushing the girl along in the general direction of the Captain's Quarters until she arrived at said room, rasping her hand on the door. "You think I'm going to kill you?"
"Captain! It's Bryci!" The former N7 called out, keeping the girl in a close grip, just to make sure. "We won't hurt you so long as you don't try to fuck with us, okay? We're smugglers, not terrorists or murderers."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Aug 13, 2014 21:03:28 GMT -8
A brief moment after Bryci had announced her presence, the door to the Captain's quarters slid open with a swoosh. across the way, sitting behind his desk, was the Captain himself. He sat straight up, yet kept a casual, somewhat disarming air about himself as he let the two in. His expression gave away nothing; Val knew his way around a poker-face.
"Thank you, Miss Wicker," he greeted, motioning to sit the younger Turian girl down and stay in the room. Legitimate safety concerns were one thing; the intimidation of a woman with special forces training breathing down one's neck was an added bonus. As they entered, the door slid closed behind them.
"Well, young Miss, as it so happens, you've chosen to embark upon this endeavor whilst my crew and I have been undergoing something of a . . . transitional period. Normally, that would mean your raggedy ass would be thrown from this vessel, back into the grime you crawled in from - with the distinct possibility of a bullet in your head, depending upon your behavior. But it just so happens that this is not, necessarily, the case. None of us explicitly want to hurt you. What I want is for you to answer my questions truthfully and completely. Omit anything, mislead us in any way . . ." Val's glance drifted to the gun at Bryci's side. ". . . things get much more difficult.
"Now, first and foremost," Val began, leaning forward, eyes on Tavia. "Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 13, 2014 21:16:26 GMT -8
Tavia hugged her knees close to her and whimpered as Val spoke to her, until she began to ask his first question
"...My-my name is Tavia Venaris. I turned 16 years old, last week, and that would of been when I got out of boot camp, but I...got kicked out of the military. And they tried to lock me up, and I couldn't let that happen. So I ran away. And thats how I got here. As for why I'm on this ship... I was so cold and it was so warm... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do anything wrong."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 24, 2014 20:22:57 GMT -8
"Yes, well, that's all well and good, howev--"
There was a sudden, violent rumble that shook the ship from the outside in, followed by a flickering of the lights in Val's quarters and an array of red, blinking lights flashing through every corridor and compartment. Val's eyes widened, and he reeled back from the younger Turian girl, talons digging into the edge of his desk.
Val looked to Bryci with grave urgency. "Cockpit, go," he ordered, forgoing his usual pleasantries. He reached for the Kessler beside his desk. "We've taken fire."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 29, 2014 1:08:10 GMT -8
Wyn's voice crackled over a speaker, barely audible over the echoes of sirens from her engineering panel.
"Captain I dunno how much the shields can take, I can reroute power toward them from things like plumbing and air conditioning, but there's only so many things I can take offline, I have no idea how much time I can buy us. I-I" her voice suddenly cracked, "The blast hit right by me Captain, if we didn't have the shields I'd be... Captain I'm scared"
As for Tavia, she took the blast fairly well, though having a panicked look on her face she barely swayed as if explosions barely phased her. In Val's distraction, she grabbed her pistol from his desk, though it was still thermal clipless.
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Post by lovely corte on Mar 14, 2015 21:39:31 GMT -8
Overseeing the interrogation, Bryci felt a twinge of pity run through her at how pathetic the Turian girl was. While technically an adult, Bryci still saw her as nothing more than just a kid in the depths of just the deepest pile of fucking shit. Suppressed maternal instincts bounced around.
In the span of an instant, Bryci felt her heart hit the inside of her chest when the resounding explosion went off, but took the swaying and sudden shock of the explosion with grace testament to her prior life. She swayed momentarily before she acknowledged her Captain's command and went to move.
Not without rectifying the current issue, however.
Reaching for the weapon, Tavia would probably feel only a sense of momentary joy at her newest acquisition before she'd find her face becoming very much so friendly with the Captain's desk, probably knocking over some of his bullshit knick-knacks or vintage porn or thousand year old Scotch milked from the sky-titties of the Great Moon or some shit.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" Bryci shouted over the sound of warning klaxons. She looked to the Captain, attempting to wrestle the pistol from the girl's grip. "Secure her and take her with you!"
She didn't mean to pull command on the Captain, but let's be honest, the fuck does that guy know...
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Mar 15, 2015 9:09:37 GMT -8
Tavia screeched as she had her face planted into the desk. She managed to lift herself up an inch, enough to not have her voice muffled, "If you people are under attack I don't want to be defenseless. Please I don't want to die! Lock me up, do whatever I don't care, please just don't let me die!" Her words were interspersed with snivels and sobs.
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Post by lovely corte on Mar 16, 2015 7:17:20 GMT -8
"Stop talking!" She commanded, not wanting to complicate the situation as she pushed on the girl's knees from behind, trying to force her to kneel as she promptly threw the gun towards the Captain's bed and out of the way. Without registering her complaints, she ran towards the cockpit. The occasional sway of the ship made her rock, but her proverbial sea-legs kept her going. "Fuck me."
Making her way into the cockpit, she took on an uncharacteristic air of authority reserved only for the most exemplary of situations, such as the one they were currently finding themselves in. She turned to Wyn.
"Report!" She had to shout over warning klaxons. "Who and what is firing on us?"
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