Belle smiles, and kisses her lips again, a wonderful feeling coursing through her. However, this was shortly interrupted by a very loud yell from the captain. Sighing, Belle pulls back, gazing into the eyes of Ramia. "I... Guess you have to go see the captain, then." She says, with a face that looked like she wished they could stay longer.

Oh no you don't McLoyed... Ramia smirked quite deviously and activated the comm off her earpiece "Sorry, in the middle of something here... you are cracking up, must be the warp..." She shut off both the input and output of the comm and rolled her eye. "I think that can wait for a while longer."

"THATS THE MOST BULLSHIT EXCUSE I HAVE EVER HEARD I." ands then she hang up. James took a big breath." Evi whats the most annoying song we have?"
" I belive that would be this one sir."" good i hope this wont be annoying at all he said and then he started playing the music through the entire ship. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mH2jU8yMQhM

"Looks like they don't want to be interrupted." smirked Scarlet at the captains angered outburst, it seemed like those two were the real thing, oddly she still found them naive, this world isn't made for the likes of relationships; the world love is a forgotten relic. But she did respect the idea of normality and couldn't judge them too harshly for it. "Stop being a baby, let them have their fun."

"Who is Artyem?" She asked, it would appear James believed her to be instantly familiar with the names of all his crew so quickly, he would soon find that her inner thoughts was that this crew was nothing more than 'Crew expendable' they meant nothing to her yet and she failed to find a reason to learn their names. However she did wish to stay as long as possible, at least till she could find a better place than open space to leave.

Belle smiles and giggles. She really said that to the captain... To stay here... With me? Her smile growing wider, she says -in a quite happy voice- "You. Are. Amazing." Pulling Ramia tight against her, Belle gives her a long kiss, showing her how much she loved her (which was quite a lot).

" Hmpff fine Evi stop the music before i kill myself." Evi started laughing realy hard." hahaha you can do it yourself."
James sighed stoped the music and said to Scarlett." We can talk about him later lets talk about you first." He made himself comfortable in his chair took and one of his cigars. " Well then Scarlett its your past that i dont care about. Its mostly two things one how where you able to get an ai. Everyone knows they dont make these things anymore. And two How long do you think of staying bye us. unless you wanna work on this ship."
He took a big breath of his cigar and then awaited her answer.

"Well I just - Mmmpphh!" Ramia's witty remark was interrupted by a long kiss. She gently wrapped her arms around Belle again and closed her eyes. When the kiss finally ended the dark haired woman smirked "A-as I was saying... I'd rather let him wait for a while - after all he sounded awfully annoyed for some reason. Ofcourse I have no idea why that would be." She smiled her most innocent smile.

"Well let's just say, I owe you some credits." She gave off a slight smile while she watched him light up a cigar as if he was in some kind of old cop movie, she wondered if her answers weren't to his satisfaction if he planned to attempt a more threatening interrogation. His demeanor made her believe that he perhaps served time in some kind of army, however this was mere speculation, her grounds to base any of this information on was too limited to make a full assessment of the man, the only thing for certain was that he and his crew weren't a threat.

"A.I, yes they are worth a pretty penny, even him." She thought of how many times she had to repair him with pieces of scrap she had found, her longest surviving friend. "he's an old reconnaissance drone that was sent to check old buildings for any survivors, he found me." She giggled to herself. "At a time in which I didn't want to be found, so he took a bullet to the side." She pictured the moment, the bullet ricocheting hard off the metallic flying ball and knocking it to the ground, lifeless. "I repaired him with what I could, he's not perfect and pretty much held together by electrical tape. When he woke he didn't remember who he worked for, so after he learned that I repaired him he pledged himself to follow me." She looked at the ground, thinking of all the moments that the two had shared. "He's getting.. old." She spoke out loud but was more directing it to herself. "I don't think he has much left in him." This time she directed her words towards James, a tear slowly trailing down her cheek and hung for a second on the bottom of her chin before dropping onto her foot, she felt it but didn't react instantly, she padded her cheek with the sleeve of her dress and moved her gaze to a shelf in the room, feeling embarrassed for her sudden emotional state.

Belle smirks. "Yeah, I mean, the warp cracked up your radio, right?" She says sarcastically, before smiling very widely. "I just want to spend all of my time with you." She says, biting her lip gently as she presses her head against hers again. "Maybe we should leave James be for a while. He needs some time, I guess." She giggles.

"Hmm" James thought to himself." i dont know if she is faking it or not but im not taking any chance withthat lets just change the subject."
He then looked up his eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever." Hmm i can see how terrible that is but you didnt answer my other question yet? You wanna work her yes or no because if your just a passenger ill drop you at the first stop i land."He didnt trust her he never trusted anyone. And it was of no big suprise considering his whole previous life was full of lies. But since he didnt wanna make her mad he quickly offered her a cigar." You smoke?"

Ramia smirked and rolled her eye. "Oh he can wait, I'm sure of that." She moved to close the door and stretched her arms a bit before again embracing Belle. "Now how about you and me get to know each other a bit better and get a bit more comfortable?" The dark haired woman gently kissed Belle on the forehead before pushing her on the bed.

(Ok, fade to black?)

Work for him and his crew, I guess that would entirely rely on what the job at hand is, she thought while he offered her a cigar. "No thanks." She meant the cigar but noticed how her sentence could be portrayed. "That is to say I do not smoke." She pushed the cigar that was offered to her away. "And here was me thinking I could just be a friend to all, Is that not a good enough job?" She jested before taking a more serious approach to the question. "I wish to stay... For the time being anyway, I will do what it takes to earn my place." She gave the captain a nod of appreciation. At the very least he didn't seem like the sort of person that would work her like a slave.

"I don't possess much engineering skills or technical skills. before the madness I was nothing but a model, since the galaxy fell apart I've trained myself in the ability to pilot small scavenger crafts." she briefly paused and decided if she should tell him that her craft that she landed on the Rock with is no longer flyable due to her inability to land said small crafts, she decided against it. "I have also spent time perfecting my ability to disarm or incapacitate enemies silently, I would class myself as a pretty decent scout... Of-course I wouldn't be wearing heels on a mission." She made a light hearted joke at the fact that so fer her ability to scout undetected has seemed to be flawed by the loud clank of her metallic heeled shoes.

James smirkt a little but still stayed proffesional." good a scout you are then could be handy since your a women as well. As for the scavenging part that will be very helpfull if we need some scrap." He then realized something that could be very handy later on the road." Since your a scavenger you must know most od the interior of ships and how they are desinged right?" He took another breath from his cigar making a little. circle as he went.

"Woah big boy, your getting a little ahead of yourself." She was unsure if it was appropriate to tell him that she knew nothing about the inside of ships or scavenging in general, well aside from the fact that scrap metal and electronic ship components weren't cheap so scavenging had become a big part of most ships and an even larger black market, however she personally never did any of that with her last crew. "I guess I know the inners of a few ships, I have to admit that most of the time they were crashed on a planet or floating as debris in space, but I scouted them for hostiles, as many large ships crashed on planets have become black market hubs." She let it out, better to be honest than to lie now and get caught out later.

"Hey.. Wait a minute, what do you mean 'since I'm a woman?'" Her voice harnessed a bitterness as her sexism meter shot out of control.

He laughed." relax i dont mean it like that. since your a women your body is way slimmer than a man. meaning that you can be a lot stealther.
So relax cupcake i didnt mean to offend you. And its good to know that you knwo the inners of most ships." He lightes up another cigar." You see Scarlet my job right now is to find some big battleship thats not realy a problem. The problem is that i dont know the interior of said battleship." He pionts at her with his cigar. " so i thought mabey you would now where everything is located."

"Hey! Don't call me cupcake." She sighed. James was correct that she would find it easier than the likes of him to stay in stealth, but his confidence in her ability to map out the interior of a ship was not only invalid but caused her to feel a certain sense of worry. "Why are you looking for a big battleship?" She asked but before he had chance to reply she butt in with another question. "I only know certain very limited ships, who does said ship belong to?" She asked him, her voice slightly showing her worry.

" first of Cupcake. Where looking for it for Blitz corp. They lost it and since there fleet is bussy fighting some other nation. They gave me a call. Its a protoype but they didnt change alot to the interior. They just gave it alot more guns." He laughs clearly enjoying her concernd look.

"I'm fucked," Artyem thought as he saw the 4 mercenaries pushing through the crowd, "My armor's still down, and i have 4 well-armed and shielded mercs after me." He continued to bound down the streets, before turning a right into an alley. Running was easy for him, fue to the extensive cyberfication of his body, but running at a full sprint for nearly 2 hours was tiring. His armor's reactor had booted up, but only his shield had was active and so he kept running. Of course, it only got worse when the two APCs pulled up 200 feet in front of him. Cursing his luck, Artyem accelerated to nearly 40 miles per hour, and began focusing his shield around his fist. As he approached the APCs, he quickly wound up, and uppercutted the APC on his right side, sending it flying up in the air 10ft, and back another 5ft. But now his shield was overloaded, and his arm had locked up to allow for self repair. Of course this barely mattered compared to the pain Artyem was feeling in his right arm, which threatened to black him out. The mercs were beginning to come out of the APC the was not capsized. Artyem pushed of from the ground, shoulder checking the man in the neck, killing him instantly.

In response ot the comrade falling, the remaining 7 mercenaries pulled out shock batons and circled the cyborg warily. Seeing no other alternative, Artyem pulled out his last flash bang, and threw at his feet. His cybernetics protected him from the worst of it, but he was still slightly dazed. Nonetheless, he charged the mercenary in front of him, and grabbing the man's arm, body slammed him into the ground breaking the man's shoulder in the process. Retrieving the dropped baton from the side of the screaming, he spun to the next mercenary, who was just recovering and slammed the baton through his faceplate, into the man's eye. The mercenary fell to the ground, convulsing long past his heart stopped. "Five left," Artyem thought, "and in hand to hand combat with me. Sucks to be them." His right arm dangling at his side, Artyem charged the merc across from him, jumping and dropped kick the merc in the chest, sending him into the punched APC, who's door was blocked by the wall of the building they were leaning against. The remaining 4 mercenaries all converged at Artyem while he was down, jamming their shock batons at the cyborg. Artyem managed to grab one of the merc's arms, crushing it, before he was jolted by three batons. Writhing in pain as the mercs dug the batons deeper, the cyborg lashed out with his leg catching another merc in the chin, and beheading the man. The last two mercenaries backed away in fear as Artyem pushed himself up to his knees, and attempted to stand. However, at this point, three of the original mercenaries came bounding and began throwing stun grenades at the cyborg, keeping him down.

Artyem looked up at his captors, and he paled at the sight. The mountain of a man, taller than even James and with a square jowl that was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Shocked, Artyem whisperes, "Hector?" to which the larger man began chortling before he jammed a needle into the cyborg's neck, and injecting a virus into the cyborg's systems. As the virus began shutting down Artyem's cybernetics, he wondered at how is friend had changed from a five foot six private, to the monster in front of him. The last hing he saw before his eyes shut down was a flight suit landing beside Hector, the two figures conversing, and Hector slapping the woman, after that his eyesight began flickering, before cutting out completely. Waking up later, still blind, he heard the familiar sound of mechanical servos taking removing his limbs from his body and going by the breeze he felt in his sockets, they had removed the implants in there to. He could also hear the sound of a large reactor, humming in the background, and the strange gravity field associated with new ships. Deducing that he was on a ship, Artyem sighed, and waited for his old friend to return.

So they are Merc's, at least she could found that answer because he named who gave them the mission, instead of just stating that it was his job. However she didn't like the idea of falling into ranks with mercenaries, they didn't exactly play it on the safe side and if she wasn't careful she would probably end up having to scout an enemy ship. Yet she almost let her expression turn to shock when he announced that they lost a ship.

"Lost? How do you lose a battleship?" This time she didn't bother to correct his 'cupcake' comment.

"I only recall one Blitz corp warship, it was floating through space and was torn into three." She tried to remember the interior. "Parts were missing but I remember a door that we couldn't open heading into the engineering bay, thick metal that even the EX-34 scavenger drill couldn't burn it's way through." She once again dawned a slightly puzzled yet worried look. "That kind of ship has some serious firepower, are you even prepared for such a task?" She may be underestimating this crew but other than Karate kid's apparent bravery or foolishness she hadn't seen anything.

Before James could speak she added. "Please tell me they lost it in the post and it hasn't been taken by hostiles?" She sat her bottom down onto the corner of a table.

Huzuni, of whom was in his room, on his bed, looking at the celling, started to think about his past. How it was way better to just wonder arround, not knowing what was ahead, and only looking out for his own hide.

"Well, after all that, after spending hours and hours on one cure, I get left out? And this is why I only trust myself... people wanted me dead... they called it "justice"... I am the only one who had the wind, by my side... I wanted a change, seems like nothing has changed with the eons that I've been dead." He tought, starting to give in to working alone slightly more. "Why should I care for them? We have two lovebirds right now. A weird and confusing captain, some random girl we picked up, and then there's me. Just as a side-note. Nothing more. I don't wish to control anything but... if I could just return to how it was, adventuring without restraints, admiring the beautifull scenery, doing countless other things! Now? Stuck on a ship that I tought would change things up for the best."

He picked up his blade and cut a bit of the wall with anger. "This is not what I wished for... master...". He put his blade back in place, and went to sleep. He started dreaming about his death, the shadow just doing a swift cut through his chest. "Join us, and you'll unlock all answers." It said. Huzuni tried resisting, but the voices just kept on being louder, saying things that were clearly false. "You can't control me, I alone, decide my fate!" He said to the shadows, doing a swift slash the made a bright light, waking him up.

"What the... I need to regain my toughts." And so he went outside his room and wondered arround the ship. Looking for something to do, once more, that would distract him from that malicious tought, that got surprisingly overtaken by his force of will.