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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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^^ I know, kick asssss song hehe. Almost maybe perfect as the theme of this whole RP.

"Can you get me home, or will you leave me to another place, before I over load, back into the mess of our broken ways." :) Home because everyone has lost theirs and had to find a new one, and broken ways meaning the old orders. ^^

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I think it's less emotional but I think it conveys Scarlet's inside thoughts of losing people that she had loved and the chaos of the world today.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qV_-_lGTsc

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With a satisfying yawn Scarlet sat up and whirled her feet of the bed, slowly lifting herself from it, cautiously testing the floor to see if the metal would be cold or warm, she smiled and hopped off the bed when her toes touched the floor to find that it was heated. Walking across the room she sat in a chair that faced a mirror and sighed at the yellowed bruise that had appeared on her cheek from yesterdays shenanigans. "Oh that guy is going to get it one day." She spoke while tapping her visor on, it appeared as it always did like a circuit board made of glass that became smooth and black.

She pulled a summer dress looking piece of clothing from her bag and slid it down her over her arms and head, once it covered her body she softly patted the loose skirted section to make sure none of it got caught. "Well, here's hoping today's a less interesting day." She spoke to her A.I who seemed far more interested in investigating the room, perhaps he was worried about cameras or microphones, something Scarlet was almost certain they had none, a reasoning she came across while they were rushing to pull that girl from that room last night, if they had cameras she doubted they would be so panicked.

She left the room, the door making a satisfying swoosh just like how kids from the past who watched Star trek would of dreamed for doors in the future to be like. Her heeled shoes made her position obvious, however she didn't assume combat or stealth would be needed on the ship. Only minutes into her walk she stumbled into a room containing Karate kid and the James fellow, Karate kid in particular didn't look like he was having the best of mornings. "So.. The lovers, whats that all about? Don't they know that all that will lead to is sadness." She spoke morbidly as she often did about such things. She thought about how she didn't envy them, instead she pitied them.

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Haha she'll be si mad in the morning x