ITT: We Are All Space Mercenaries

Radio Station? There better be some Sinatra. Otherwise I’m gonna raise Hell.

He then realized Grantor’s presence. Hey, Grant, shouldn’t you get the station?

No, sir, not for the last 24 hours.

Bodega growls in annoyance, punching the air. "Nnnngrh, your StellaTube playlist? Only yours? What about mine?! I've got PUMPED-UP BEATS on there! Pa-pa-pa-pa Pumped-up-pumped-up-PUMPED-UP BEATS! Which we'll need if we get into a battle, which we're very likely to do! Any second now, I bet we'll get into one!"

Edited by PresidentStalkeyes on Aug 13th 2018 at 2:58:16 PM

"I don't drink either," Erik mutters to himself, listening in on Becka and Frank's conversation. "Not since that incident with the red wine and the blood samples..."

Erik shudders as he turns to the camera. "That was not a good day."

Edited by DrNoPuma on Aug 13th 2018 at 10:12:09 AM

"I lost the toss, to put it simply." Grant says to Enzo as he recovers from Bodega's backslap.

Edited by TropesForever on Aug 14th 2018 at 12:09:06 AM

"Hey guys, what's up?" says Erik, suddenly appearing behind Grantor, Bodega, and Enzo. "Becka seems busy, so I just thought... I dunno."

Edited by DrNoPuma on Aug 13th 2018 at 10:36:39 AM

Grantor is startled by his sudden appearance. However, he recovers fairly quickly. "Hello, Erik! We were just discussing people being maimed and seriously injured. How are you doing?"

Edited by TropesForever on Aug 14th 2018 at 12:39:29 AM

*Excuze-moi, is this color working? Yes? Ooh, fuckin' nice, we've got pink! You can expect to see a lot more of this in the near future! Er, maybe. Having to reapply color formatting because I want to use italics kiiinda pisses me off. I wonder if they've changed that with the recent updates to TVT... Oh wait, I don't need to color the text, I can just color the name of whoever's saying it!*

???/Lambda/Me, bitches: "Not my fault you dunno how to program, Deggy~"

*I poke my head out from behind a big-ass crate in the cargo hold and climb on top of it, striking a pose and allowing the world to see me in all my radiance. As interesting as I am, I know that I'm bound to bore some of you with a lengthy description of how drop-dead sexy I look today, but at the same time I can't leave you all in the dark, so here's a compromise: ^{Just click this if you're curious about how I look!} Ooh, someone's interested, hyahaha~ Standing upon the solid steel crate was yours truly, a dashing young Lanacane lady clad in- Actually, hold the fuck up, you don't know what a Lanacane is, do you? Ugh, christ, we're like, dog-sheep people, hoofed feet, pointy teeth, four eyes, electric wool that's super tough... You've never heard of us, really? Okay, whatever. So there I was, clad in my usual outfit, a baby blue crop top and a maroon skirt that reached down to my knees. My wool, dyed a lovely rose pink, covered all of me save for my face and my pawlike hands. I looked down upon my crewmates with a sly smile as I brushed my hair to the side, revealing the top two eyes that I normally had covered.*

Lambda: "Oohoohoo, ain't this a crowd?"

Erik doesn't seem to realize that he startled Grantor.

"Doing good! Still "grotesque" and "unsightly" like the other Vulpopods used to say, but things could be worse."

"How are you all? The people getting maimed aren't anyone we know and like, are they?"

Edited by DrNoPuma on Aug 13th 2018 at 10:55:19 AM

A tall, lanky man woke up on the ship. He got up slowly, while at the same time trying not to bump his head on the ceiling. Surprisingly enough (for him at least), his noggin remained un-bumped.

'I can't believe this is the second time I woke up in a distant future, in a strange metal space. What year is it?' the man grumbled, while still rubbing his forehead.

"Someone Bodega knew. I didn't hear a name, though."

*...Oh, motherfucker, nobody noticed me...*

Lambda: "Yo! Asswipes!" *I snap my fingers.* "I'm here now, hi!"

Aur sits up again, annoyed.

"I'm gonna go fucking nuts if I have to listen to that all day.." Grumbling, he gets up and goes looking for Lambda.

"Oh, Lambda! Sorry, I didn't notice you."

"Hey, Lambda! Wanna talk about people getting injured with us?"

Kristoph Reizemann, a man with platinum-blonde hair, of slim build and gray eyes, left his medbay to see what the commotion was about. He heard the I-word, and his attention was promptly diverted.

"What is zis about an 'injured'?"

*I flip my hair to the side before hopping off the metal crate and scoring a Three-Point Landing, as they say, as I conclude my descent.*

Lambda: "Injuries, eh? Now doesn't that sound jolly? You folks got any stories about the asskickings you've endured?"

*I glance over to the cargo bay's entrance, watching our medic as he enters.*

Lambda: "Oh, g'mornin', doc, nobody's hurt, sorry to disappoint."

Edited by CaliburnAbsoluteEX on Aug 13th 2018 at 11:11:20 AM

"The only one I have is when I was kicked out of me old band, the 1337les. That was surprisingly violent."

"I once got into a bit of trouble with some gang on Elkra. The dummies didn't like how I was talking to them, so they all came at me at once. ...We both exchanged blows, but I think they actually helped straighten my back a little. That was fun."

I'm back! What's that about being injured? Formia decides to answer the question.

I think I was trying to play with bile-rats as a juvenile. They have sharp teeth for such small creatures. She looked at her hands, reminded.

Enzo pitched into the conversation. If we’re talking about injuries, I’ve been shot twice. You can still see one of the bulletshots on my stomach, you know.

Standing at a height of 6' 7", Grégoire Marchessault looked ganglier than usual. He felt that the security guard uniform draped onto his body felt looser than usual, and that he has some noticeable stubble on his chin.

Hearing some commotion outside the door, he got out- or rather, tumbled out- of the tiny closet-like metal room and onto the cargo bay, falling face-first onto the floor.

He tilted his head up to see several figures, some that looked animal-like. While still on the ground, he grinned and said, 'Hey, I'm Greg. How're you all doing?'

Aur almost passes right by where everyone is when he spots Lambda at the last second and backs up.

"You!" He points at her. "Could you not use the PA for your stupid shit?"

Kristoph turned to meet Greg. "All iz well, danke. Right now we are discussing injuries of various kinds. Pity nobody actually described a laceration in detail yet."

Enzo noticed Greg. Who’re you?