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Daniel - Mai - Nikolas

Why the hell would they design chairs like this? Daniel grimaced, turning in his harness to glance at the perfect ninety degree angle between the bottom and backrest of the seat he was strapped into. He glanced up and down the ‘tin can’ that made up the section of shuttle they were sealed in and released the leg straps for a moment to stretch. There were a scant few others here to notice, and he doubt they would complain. “What divisions did you guys transfer from?” He glanced sideways, noting the type of plug suit the nearest pilot was wearing. Different mechs, different tech, the plugsuits all worked the same, but had some difference in design.
"...that's classified for me...", came a rather drone-like reply.
Not far from Daniel was a girl or woman wearing a jet black plugsuit. In the empty seat between him and her was the pilot's helmit. Also jet black with a red visor at the front of the helmit. The red haired girl seemed to look straight ahead at nothing though even at Daniel's question.
"...right." The man raised an eyebrow. "It's not like anyone is listening here though, it's just soldier talk." He shrugged and leaned back. "I came from an engineering division. We mostly built and tested." He glanced sideways. "May have even had something to do with your own ride, whatever it is."
"...negative. My framework uses...unique technologies. It wasn't handled at common engineering divisions at first...", came another emotionless reply. And to Daniel, it seemed that she didn't even glance in his direction.
A slow smile crossed his face, he raised an eyebrow. "From the advanced expirimental? Now that is interesting." He refastened the leg harness and leaned his head back. "I always dreamed of working on one of those teams." Daniel's smile faded a bit. "I doubt you are interested in the science of it all though. Pilots usually are the shoot-em-up types."
Daniel did notice something different though. The girl seemed to close her eyes. Considering her current behavior, it was a slight change. Then she opened her eyes, still looking ahead and spoke.
"...one of my..."assigned"...hobbies...is being a mechanic...though a necessary skill...I don't trust others with basic maintenance-"

"MOTHER FUCKER," came the outlandish swear from beyond the shuttle doors. There was a the sound of a faint scuffle from the outside before the doors slid open with a hiss and a surly man in a pilot's uniform was frog-marched into the compartment by a trio of guards, who all looked a little worse for wear. "You give that back or so help me I'll piss down your throat!"

One guard did not look amused and gave the man who sported a particular purple shiner a viscious cuff on the back of the head as they threw him in head over heels onto the floor. "You were told once, you were told a thousand times, Cadet Glasere," he stressed. "No CONTRABAND."

The cadet glared daggers and saw fit to salute the guard with the sacred double single finger Martian middle point. "Up yours you goose stepping pansy."

The moment all that happened, the girl immedately looked to her side at the commotion while her left hand went towards the inside of her helmit as if reaching for something. Thankfully, Daniel saw this just in time to figure out what she was going for.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Daniel raised an eyebrow and rolled his head in her direction. "Think what you want of him, but anybody on this shuttle is valuable."

The cadet gave a bitter growl as the guards wiped their hands of him, the shuttle door hissing after them, and he pulled himself up off the ground, dusting himself off. He spared only a glance for his fellow shuttle comrades. "And just who are you two dipshits suppose to be?"

"I am supposed to be some kind of pilot of a giant-ass robot." Daniel shrugged. "I think I got mixed up somewhere though, seeing as I ended up in this tuna can with a dead fish and another one freshly beaten and ready to be fried." He looked with some amusement at the girl. "No offense meant, but all insults given, you being the dead fish here."

The girl did look at Daniel after his remark but then looked straight ahead afterwards.
"...none taken sir...and...if I may speak honestly sir..."
The girl then closed her eyes again and, strangly took a sniff through her nose as if she smelled something. Then, perhaps out of her character, said this in a emotionless tone.
"...better dead...than drunk..."

The cadet gave a noncomprehending blink at Daniel for a moment before a rather toothy grin spread across his face. "Oh joy, we got a minnow on board with the rest of the catch of the day. We are now officially fucked," he said with a sarcastic leer as he plopped down right next to the girl. "Better drunk than dead, pretty tits."
"...and your a pilot...face reality...don't escape it with...Alcohol...", came a drone reply as the girl continued to look ahead.

"Sweetheart," the cadet said as he threw his arm around the girl's shoulder, throwing his head back. "It's what helps me face reality. Try it sometime, might take off the frigid bitch complexion you got going on."

"Well, you two are getting along." Daniel chuckled. This was going to be interesting. "Why don't you too just kiss and make up? We have a long ride ahead."

The girl didn't seem to hear Daniel's comment as she suddenly looked slightly at the arm around her shoulder then at the "drunken" cadet in her view.
"...it's behavior like that that's...inefficient...it makes you a danger...to everyone...yourself included...", the girl droned. She then looked straight ahead again.

"I'm game if she is," the cadet said Daniel as he turned to the girl. "How about it Frigid tits, care to lock lips wth a dangerous man?"
Daniel glanced between them, and considered unbuckling and moving a few seats away. Not that he didn't enjoy the company, but it seemed wise to avoid the potential blast radius of this encounter. Stiffs tended to snap, after a point.

The girl then looked at the drunk sitting next to her. A long look. But there was nothing to suggest an emotion on her face.
"...leave...your becoming a threat to me...", she suddenly said coldly.

The cadet gave a shit eating grin that stretched from one side of his face to the other. "Make me," he dared back.

That's when two things happened. While the girl was still looking at the drunk cadet, her left hand quickly went towards her helmit again. Only Daniel was quicker and snatched the helmit before she could get to it. The girl then glared at Daniel who then pulled out of the helmet what looked liked a small combat knife in it's sheath. He let out a whistle when he saw the weapon. "I like this, wonder how you got it through clearance..." He glanced between the two before slipping the knife into his boot. "I think I might hold on to this a bit longer... feel free to bash eachother's brains out with this though." He tossed the helmet back at her with an appraising look. "Would be unfortunate to arrive all bruised up in front of our new commander however."

The cadet a low whistle as he saw the knife, his arm around the girl squeezing him close to her. "Looks like Frigid Tits here has a pair of criminals down under," he said with a demeaning laugh, before grabbing a hold of her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Sweetheart, let me make some shit clear. You pull a knife on me again, you better make fucking sure you cut my fucking throat on the first go. We have ourselves an understand?" he asked, as he forced her to nod her head. "That's a good girl..."

The girl simply let herself be physically harassed by the drunk. She didn't respond at all. At least for the moment. But then she spoke again. "...what is your name..."

At that, the cadet removed his arm from around her and jerked a thumb in his direction. "The name is Nikolas Glasere. I'm here to, as Minnow said, pilot giant ass fucking robots, kill Cruxi bastards, and get absolutely shitfaced. Except I'm all out of-" he began. Suddenly, it seemed as though he had been struck with a euphoric moment of inspiration. He lept out of his seat rolled up his pant leg, and lo and behold was a miniature flask taped to the inside of his ankle.

"...I'm a fucking genius," Nikolas said reverently as he unscrewed the cap and took a quick swig. "Praise be to the marvelous fucker who looked at a potato and said 'Lets fucking drink this shit'. "

Daniel raised his eyebrow at the other's actions, and offered a bit of advice, [color=fff79a]"Probably should put some distance between you and her before you get too far into that. Would be a shame if she broke your neck while you couldn't feel it." He shrugged, "Not that its my business. Name is Cadet Wilton, by the way."

The girl ignored Nikolas's current behavior but acknowledged Daniel but simply looked ahead again. She then spoke. "...my name...is Seven..."

Nikolas waggled a finger in Wilton's direction as he took another sip. "No, it's Minnow. When the Cruxi blows our asses into the void, I'm gonna make sure they put a little fish on your tombstone back home," he said with a cruel smirk as he made the distance across the shuttle and plopped nect to Daniel. "You weren't kidding about her being a wet blanket," he muttered under his flask. "So Frigid Tits brought a knife, I got the booze... whatcha got stashed away Minnow."

Daniel glanced over at the other man and winked. "I have to keep it secret, would be a shame if the word got out." He looked towards the girl. "Give me your full name, and you can have the knife back." He pulled the blade out and waved it tantalizingly in front of her.

The girl calling herself Seven continued to look straight ahead again but then closed her eyes yet again. And in her usual drone-like matter, responded. "...Twilight...Mai "Seven" Twilight..."
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