Zevai glared at them. "I'm making a point." She Russel, looks at Izzie, then Amos, then Michael, pausing for a while. "You say you can teach him. Teach him. If he dies because of inexperience? I'm holding you, each. And. Every. One. Of. You, personally responsible. That is all." She spun around and started walking out, stopping about halfway across the room and turning around, giving Michael a piercing stare. "You. Go get him fitted for a suit. He's in space now. He needs one." She looked down at the map of the Troperia, and set off for the hangar. "Space is a harsh mistress, one that tolerates no fault."

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

@Izshta: Hey, just to clarify, her actions are purely in character, right?

Troperia Training Room:

"That see I can." Torvahk replied, looking around at the disorganized state of the training room, with all sorts of weight and equipment thrown around. "Broken, I hope nothing is." He commented as he started helping out by restacking the dumbbells. Most of the equipment in the room might have been unique, but it wasn't that different from the kind of things the Kahmandra had, perhaps just with different design schemes. "Fight earlier, this was from?" He questioned in disbelief and bewilderment, referring to how just about everything seemed to have been thrown in disarray.

Living The Fever Dream

Yep.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Hallway Outside the Med Bay

"If what we know about what we are is correct," Kijo says, albeit with a little bit of a grunt, "Then the reason is probably because the knowledge is in the parts of you that are me. You never learned them, so..." He pauses and looks up at Lex with a sly smirk when she mentions his not having anything huge to share.

"Without me he'd probably have died at some point, with some of the close calls he's been through. Aside from that, without me he'd not have some of the tricks you seem to enjoy so much." At this last bit, he pulses a small burst of electricity into Lex from where they are touching. She might notice his control is much more nuanced than Jiko would be normally.

Bridge

"Yeah, me too." Val detects a problem in the lounge through Izzie. "Oh dear. One moment." He sits down and closes his eyes to concentrate.

Lounge

"No. I refuse to be talked down to." Izzie half walks, half chases after Zevai, ignoring Merrick and fuming.

"Izzie." Val projects to her mind, but she doesn't answer.

"You want to be a jerk to everyone and act like you own this place? Have everyone do everything your way so bad? How about we sit back the next time a horde of aliens invade our ship and watch you try to take them all on yourself!?"

<"Isofer Keruves!"> Val says aloud to her this time, using a Hard Light projection of himself next to her and Zevai. <"Stand down. That's an order."> He commands in the Palavian language. Izzie grudgingly obeys, taking a couple steps back.

"As for you." He says to Zevai, switching back to Galactic Common. "She has a point. This isn't just your ship, or any one person's, and we don't follow a strict chain of command. We share responsibilities and work through problems together. And you can't just boss people around, even if you're right; you have no authority to do that here. I'm Izzie's direct commanding officer, so the two of us are an exception, but even then I don't tell her what to do most of the time. I strongly suggest you at least try to be nice to others, otherwise someone might get fed up and just decide to throw you out the airlock."

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The comms responds.

"We're... about 4. Rest is dead !" it says, with the scan indicating that there are 5 people aboard, seemingly. Otherwise, it was a scientific ship, seemingly.

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

Lounge <-> Bridge

Amos falters for a moment, before green slowly starts to overtake the natural amber of his eyes, unintentionally bringing some of the electronic equipment under his control and making various things around the room move as if they're alive. Merrick might note the toaster starting to dance around like its possessed.

Before he can do anything, though-

"Hey! How about everyone stop the damn bickering? The kid's here, and I'm not turning around. He is more than enough good hands. But it's also not fine for all of your to jump on your new crewmate like a pack of wild dogs. Now, after seeing this, it's clear some manner of team-building is in order. So, prepare yourselves, damn it!" Greg says before cutting his link.

Amos realizes what he's doing and quickly dials the powers back, shaking his head to clear his head. "Well, you heard the captain. Eh...sorry..." he says to Zevai, then looks back.to Michael and Russell. "Are you two alright...?"

---

Greg sighs. "...Oi vey. We haven't even been off the ground five minutes and shit is popping off..."

He looks back the comm. "Er,.sorry about that. Four you say?" He thinks. Well, we're waiting for other ships to.dock.with us...but, I can take one of our smaller ships and fly over to extract you."

---

Med Bay

Tor nods, paying special attention to the area Blake indicates. "Hmm...quite close to the vein, yes...no worries, though. I will have it fixed up in a while." he says, then pauses for a moment as something dawns on him. "...How did you sustain this bite wound, exactly? I don't think I ever got the details on that..."

---

Mitch and Dom's Room

Rakiri glances at his wrist, chuckling slightly. "Eh, it hurt a little, but I'm made of tough stuff. I'll be fine." he answers. "...Heh, might be willing to try more next time..." he says, a bashful smirk on his face.

He's silent for a moment after, looking as if he wants to say something else, but is keeping himself from.doing so.

edited 12th Jun '16 6:47:47 AM by BaronGreen

Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.

"Do, please !" they say.

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

The Troperia - Longue

Michael stood down almost immediately as Val started to order, reinforced by Greg's words. While he doesn't feel obliged obey, Michael doesn't have the backbone to. Especially with the Fireball who nearly roasted him, literally after GLX. Meanwhile before looking back towards Amos' direction Russell quickly sticks his tongue out at Zevai before then stepping in such a way to use Amos as cover.

"I-I'll be fine, I-I think." Michael replies looking down to Russell. "I'm good!" Russell's replying with a quick enthusiasm, before changing to a curious look walking towards the bar near the kitchen with Merrick. "Amos, why was the toaster and arcade machine moving?" He questions with a suspicious look despite having faced the opposite direction to both.

Michael looking back over his shoulder curiously first at the equipment, then at Zevai before moving away from the latter following towards bar and looking to Merrick. "W-We urm, I already kinda ate b-but could I just get a glass of water?" Michael still clearly still flustered but trying to act cool right now.

The Troperia - Medbay

"That is a bit of a story..." Blake looks at his brother laying there on the bed. "Well easy answer is we teleported into the ocean nearby to some rather angry sharks controlled by someone trying to control my brother...". He explains in a tone that clearly states he is having trouble simplying this.

edited 12th Jun '16 7:35:47 AM by darkdestinysoul

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Zevai shook her head. It was, at this point, pointless to continue the argument. She looked at Val, nodding slowly. "Noted. I've spent the past few centuries in command of a military vessel. It becomes habit." She turned and looked at Izzie. "And you, apologies. It's a very personal topic." She bows her head slighty and mutters something under her breath in Azshtani, "Muzai kustoy velaizshai." She stepped away, turned, and walked off towards the hangar.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Troperia, Mireille's Quarters

Slowly the Hyacinthe opened, exposing a yawning Mireille. Rubbing her eyes she slowly stretched and got out of the flower which closed as soon as she left. She sat down at the terminal on the other flower and checked a bit in the database. After a few minutes she shut down the console and left the room to wander around, she maybe would end up in the training room.

Troperia, Somewhere

Slowly Sha'Koro rose from his sitting position he took while the ship ascended (and quite a bit afterwards), he also started wandering around and may would end up in the lounge.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Bridge

"Right then. I'll head on over now. Val, I;m borrowing your ship. Keep the comm channel open." he says before he gets out and heads down to take the lift down to the hangar.

---

Med Bay

Tor looks rather neutral. "...I am supposing this is one of those "you had to be there" type of things." he reasons, the story sounding utterly ludicrous, but not denying it could have happened.

---

Lounge

"H-Huh? Oh, uh...I kinda did it. With my mind...I can make machines dance. Way better than I can, that's for sure." he says, with a slight chuckle, trying to make a joke. "Maybe the toaster can be my stand in for the next DDR game, ehehe..."

Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.

The figure smirks, and promptly get the captured and conscious alien to say the following words.

"Thank you !"

And shuts the comms off before knocking him out for the sake of the comedy. She then proceeds to head towards a certain part of the ship.

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

The Troperia - Longue

"Hey no fair, you cant use a stand in!" Russell responds fervently, even knee-jerkingly as a reaction.

Michael just shakes his head at then, smiling though he was enjoying this company neither of these two made him feel nervous unlike everyone else. Right about to stay somthing when Russell suddenly has a moment of realisation pushing himself up on one of the stools and opening another pocket of his bag. "I never got to eat mine!" He states in relevaltory shock. .

Pulling out the bag of Terran chicken nuggets he ordered and putting them on the counter before him to start eating them. Michael laughs a little bit and takes a stool as well.

The Troperia - Medbay

Blake rubs the back of his neck nervously and nods. "Yeah, I don't think I would have believed it either..."

edited 12th Jun '16 11:42:38 AM by darkdestinysoul

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Training Room

"Yes, it is. Matthew put up quite a fight." Dominic says to Torvahk, starting to put together a rack of weights with telekinesis.

Bridge

"Alright. Be careful." Val says to Greg as he leaves.

Dominic & Mitch's Room

"I'm definitely looking forward to that..." Mitch says, still grinning, though he notices Rakiri holding something back. "What is it?" He asks.

Lounge

Izzie just sighs and shakes her head, while Val's projection disappears. "You can control machines too?" She asks Amos.

Troperia, Training Room

Mireille looked into the room, waving to the ones present, "Hello all~"

Troperia, Lounge

At the mention of controlling machines Sha'Koro peeked into the Lounge, "Every machine?"

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Cargo Bay/Hangar

Greg steps out of the lift as the doors open, not hesitating as he goes over to the wall, grabbing his space gear and quickly suiting himself up. After making sure he's set, he heads over to the team's ship. Zevai might notice him, seeing as she seems to be in the hangar.

He opens it up and heads inside and over to the captain's chair. Starting to boot up the ship, the engines slowly start to come to life, as the systems start to warm up.

---

Lounge

Amos chuckles at the response, and Russell's remembering of not having eaten his food. Having two burgers left himself, Amos seats himself on a stool as well.

At Izzie's question, he turns to look at her while pulling out another burger. "Ah, yeah. All Mekhari have natural technopathic abilities. You have it, too?" he asks, not having realized.

---

Med Bay

"I see...and he did this all with the use of his psychic abilities? That is...rather remarkable." Tor comments as he continues his healing, some of the lesser wounds from the bite being nearly completely healed.

---

Mitch and Dom's Room

"Er...well...I..." he hesitates, with a slightly frown. "...I...I'm afraid of what will happen if I say what I'm thinking..."

Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.

The Troperia - Longue

"A bit of a nervous thought for you I suppose." Michael comments to Sha'Koro in the doorway of the lounge, with a hand motion to come in.

Russell was happily eating away, though a little pickilly, tearing the chicken nuggets apart first then eating them. "Mekhari?" He questions with a mouth still full of a little chicken.

The Troperia - Medbay

Blake nods and takes a second before taking a deep breath and in a feminine voice and a quoting tone he begins to quote something. "Subject 63, Psion Class S+, Type GD, General-Displacement, Final ranking 2 among all participants on Genetic Proto-trial 4-3." Exhaling deeply.

"I was ranked near the bottom yet somehow my genetic twin turned out with only very minor tweaks to develop into one of the most powerful subjects they ever created... Powerful enough he needs regular drug doses of a neuroinhibitor and they put a control chip in him to just curve the power to be safe-ish..." Blake tries to explain the best he could.

edited 12th Jun '16 2:13:09 PM by darkdestinysoul

"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."

Troperia, Lounge

Slowly Sha'Koro came in, Aicha on his shoulder. "Yess, it iss dissconcerning for me..." He looked around. "I... I am ssorry... I didn't want to ssound offending."

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Lounge

Izzie chuckles at Sha'Koro's reaction. "Well, not in my case. I can only control those I've programmed and connected myself to. My drones, mostly." She says to him, answering Amos' question as well.

Dominic & Mitch's Room

"You can tell me anything. I'm not gonna run off - probably couldn't, even if I wanted to." Mitch says reassuringly.

Bridge

Val waits on Greg as he starts up the ship.

Zevai stood and watched as the Izvaizovyn maneuvered and docked itself inside of the Troperia's hangar bay. She watched Greg walk through and start the ship, but said nothing. Once the Izvaizovyn was fully docked, she stepped on board.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Troperia Training Room:

"Strong quite, he must be..." Torvahk admitted, still having vivid memory of Matthew's power. While he didn't see very much, the sheer unfamiliarity the alien had with psionic powers was more than enough to discourage him from staying to deal with something he'd have no idea how to combat. He also remembered that he had no context of what was going on, and wanted to avoid just jumping into a fight without knowing the cause behind it, which was against his upbringing. In a few moments, Torvahk would finish putting the dumbbells back in their appropriate places, taking the opportunity to both demonstrate and improve his strength by removing the gauntlets of his armored spacesuit and lifting the weights from the lightest to heaviest with his own strength. (If they exceeded 250 lbs however, he'd need to stop to reattach his powersuit's gauntlets).

"Psionic, you are as well?" Torvahk then questioned Dominic, noticing how he was able to stack things without even touching them directly. The alien was also caught off-guard by Mireille's arrival, not expecting her to venture far from her laboratory. "Again, hello...meh...mee...meerhel." Torvahk replied, failing to pronounce Mireille's name correctly.

edited 12th Jun '16 2:55:48 PM by ParadoxialStratagem

Living The Fever Dream

Troperia, Training Room

Mireille made a light bow into Torvahk's direction, not commenting on the wrong pronunciation "What are you doing here?" She tilted her head in curiosity "I do have to admit I rarely really went far away from my lab back on Nos Lycarin. This is all quite new for me."

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Training Room

"You're pretty strong yourself." Dominic notes as he watches Torvahk lift the weights. "...Don't be surprised if Mitch hits on you at some point. And yes, I am, though the way my abilities work is most likely different from Matthew's." He puts together one of the bigger machines that was thrown apart into several pieces.

"Fixing the leftovers from the fight, mostly." He answers Mireille offhandedly.