Eires sighed as she shifted in her seat and looked into the distance.
"Hrmpf. My entire life has been dedicated to my family first, then to the good of the fleet and the company. I have spent days lying in ditches on rocks that have no name, covered in grit and blood and covered in sweat as I waited for the Thunder of the Gods to rain down on our enemies. I have torn the flesh from my enemies as they screamed lamentations towards our people, cursing us to our dying breaths even as they breath their own. I have seen stars crumble and fracture as we denied a people their right to live, acting as the judge of fate itself. However, I would be a fool to suggest that any of this was easy or done with a clean conscience, and in some age we may have to face the full consequences of our decisions, but by the gods, we will own them as our own, not as some backhanded, two-faced people who only made the choices we did because it was easy. We would not have made those decisions were we not forged in the very heart of the stars themselves, and no one will dare say, no matter what happens to us, that we were weak of mind and passive in conviction. Several races call us destroyers, Slayers of the Stars, and none would be wise to forget that, but to say we were without sympathy, empathy for the greater good, would be foolish on any front."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Liman listened with eyes slightly wider than usual at the tirade, nodding occasionally to show that her attention is still well and on with the speaker. Only after she finished, that Liman blinked once, then again as she paused, a thought racing and stopping through her mind.
She gave a nod, slower this time. "...Thank you for your kind words, Miss Eires.", with all the sincerity she could muster.
всегда веренLisa can come across No Name as he has done the unimaginable, that is, got to the house kitchen. Right now he's cooking something decidedly Japanese that smells rather good. And he's wearing a grey apron.
Nyaru is browsing through high-class clothes in the shopping district. His aura is as filled with static as it was before.
Eires chuckled in good faith.
"I'm certain that something like that may indeed come in use some day. I shall have to keep it in mind for such an occasion.
Sarah passed by a clothing retailer when she felt a peculiar sensation scratching at the back of her mind. She stopped and looked inside for any possible source.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Sarah relaxed for a second and it all came flowing forward; insecurities, regret, pain, nigh-incomprehensible ideas and images flowing from her head. Anyone with half a point on the psionic scale would feel something itching, scratching, scrounging about for information or ideas at the back of their head.
"Indeed. What is the SITREP, Private?"
[forum cryptid: it/it's]"The local law enforcement is compromised, and thus unless we are assured otherwise by a trusted third party, we consider them to be at this point in time, untrustworthy."
"Second, the chase yesterday highlighted our—", she paused, looking at Lars and Osvald. They dozed once, twice with Osvald snoring quite loudly. Then she went back to Eires. "Deficiencies in heavy weapons. We seek to quickly repair our heavy weapons emplacement, though...it has been slow. We can't find the parts nor the ammunition stockpile for it."
всегда верен"Are you referring to your own company or our group's lack of heavy armaments, Ms. Dunkenstahl? I could, perhaps, bring something somewhat heavier to bear."
Sarah recoiled as the youth's gaze met her own, shuddering at the scrutiny. She quickly turned on her heels and made her way pointedly away.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Near Liman and Eires-
-There is that news story that roy read earlier on the internet-
-Only now it is playing on TV news in the background-
-Seems even in the space future the TV cant keep up with actual news-
-Any way its about how after an attack on the police the Terminus Maffia is being busted-
-There currently draging some familiar faces from your dealings with them so far into the street on live TV-
-Seems the cops are indeed back to normal-
(@Lisa) No Name: Sure, let's begin then. ~fetches two plates~ Um, one thing of note. Hope you aren't allergic to curry. ~tones of embarrassment in his voice~ That's kinda my experiment. ~the stew smells good nonetheless~
There are playful, if not mocking giggles on the fringe of Sarah's mind.
(@Sarah) ???: So you accept life of ignorance then? Fleeing from answers? Amusing.
"I am trained in the deployment of heavy specialized weaponry. I don't know what we will be able to obtain on this station, but I'm trained in using any sort of ballistic explosives or large automatic sustained-fire weapons."
"...Regardless..." Eires continued, looking at the television, "It looks like that's less of a concern than we first thought."
"Oh, because that's the way you get someone to talk to you? What do you know about these things?" Sarah said out loud, while she looked about for the speaker.
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She looked at Osvald, and then back at the taller suit operator— her gaze softening a little, by some small amount. "When I told the sergeant that, he replied— 'The world 's like that.', he said. 'We 're a tough lot. Tougher constitution than most. Hard to be for people like us.' "
"Are we, ma'am?", she whispered to Eires.
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