Natsucooldude

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Of course, the little precious lady, rather than show some maturity for a change, decided to continue her whining. Gurjan didn't even really listen, her general tonewas more than enough to make her intention abundantly clear. “You...” He muttered “Perhaps your becoming a pilot was an administrative mistake, because judging by your atittude, you shouldn't even be fit to fly a paper airplane!”

He stood up, his hands trembling with supressed emotion, he was of a mind to start clawing her face off then and there... but no, that wouldn't do. He needed something else to vent on. With a swift uncontrolled swipe of his arm, he sent a nearby toolbox flying.” Yeah! I Just want to be nice and try to help you fit in, but do you want help! No, you just whine and complain like a spoiled child! I swear, if you can't even be trusted to follow orders, I won't be trusting you to watch my back. Hell, Until you show you're actually worth at least the time and money put into that figther, you're dead weight to me.” He gave the fallen toolbox a kick with his foot, it hurt himself more than it did the metal box, but a mix of pride and anger made him walk off without so much as a sound. He would likely get in trouble for this, but at this moment, he didn't care.

@RainDash

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

err, gurjan is an isorlai? Also trying to be friendly... and I think you just got on his bad side.

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Gurjan looked around the hangar, it seemed everyone was doing their jobs diligently, getting the figthers flight-ready. That is... everyone except two people, who he noticed were sitting around chatting. He thought about it for a moment... would the commander mind if he i? His own work was already done. He decided to go see what was up.

He didn't immediately speak up, instead hovering around them for a while, just enough out of sight for them to not notice him. It seemed the terran woman had been caught sleeping on the job, on its own, that wouldn't have really ticked gurjan off, but then the aranok expressed sympathy to her sentiments and started to discuss ways of sleeping undetectedly.

“I'm somehow rather sure the commander wouldn't like to hear you two discussing the optimal way of sleeping on the job...” He announced his presence, walking up behind the Aranok he now recognized as his roommate. “Though if you really want to sleep, I wouldn't recommend doing it in a high-traffic area like the hangar at all. You'll just be found out sooner or later and you'll be an accident waiting to happen.”

He set himself besides Elik, looking over the fighter being worked on. “Miss... I didn't catch your name, but you seem to be having some trouble transitioning into the life of a pilot.

@Zetsuko@RainDash

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@urukhai Bro... I don't think the ship is in hyperspace yet, I mean, the GM post noted it wouldn't be until another tswo hours.

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Seaperson damn you!

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

“Hey, if you guys don’t cut out the bread puns I’m detaching this thing and unleashing a flour-y of bullets on you!” Jan half-jokingly retorted to the banter going on above him. Evidently, either one of them had forgotten to close the communication channel, or they enjoyed people hearing them go back and forth like that.

Playfully ‘distressed’ and rolling her eyes, ”I loaf you guys, get the fuck away from me.”

”Never. Anyway… Yeah, I can’t think of any other puns. How’s your NC looking, Jan? It obviously got fucked in the leg. Otherwise, good?”, Bill inquired.

“Well… considering the cockpit isn’t a flaming death chamber right now, I’d say it’s all pretty good.” He looked over the damage report again to be sure. “Nothing much really, just the usual bullet holes… scorch marks… That bloody psycho’s flamethrower probably bent the wing decals in the heat too… I like those things damnit!.” He cursed lightly to distract himself from the realization the only thing that had stood between him and fiery death had been the shell of metal around him. It was the same post-mission realization as always. Going over all the tiny mistakes he made… And all the times where fate decided he wasn’t quite ready to get splattered yet. “Yeah... just the usual scratches. You guys happen to know anyplace ot eat nearby? I’m starving”

Bill went back to snarking, ”Oh, yeah, let’s just land at a taco-place and get some burritos. Aren’t there MRE’s in NC cockpits? Y’know, emergency rations?”

Jan looked over to a small cabinet on his left. “Yeah, but those things taste like shit wrapped in vomit… Heh, guess that’s among the better tasting things you can get these days.” He clicked open the cabinet, and out came the cut-and-dry rations, sorted in exact units with nothing but boring labels on the packing to tell them apart. How did that one heater thing work again? Oh yeah! just add water.

“Water”. Jan couldn’t stop thinking about water. He continued preparingg his MRE’s, a little weirded out by his thoughts. “Water..”, what would it be like to drown? Could he survive that? How about drinking so much water his stomach bursts? What about being scalded alive, even his organs? Could a person live through that? Why couldn’t he stop thinking like this all of a sudden?

That’s when his cockpit broke. All he could see was gallon after gallon of water pouring in through the hatches’ seams. In a second, it was up to his waist and shorting out the wiring connecting his neural plug to his NC’s legs. “What the fuck! what’s going on?!” He shouted in a panic. All his NC’s eyes could see was the bottom of the ocean, beautiful and serene.

It then stopped, all at once. The water wasn’t there anymore and the Goldenspur was back in the ‘Freighter One’s clutches. Alex checked in on Jan, ”Hey, what’s wrong? You started mumbling something about the ocean.”. Bill continued for her, ”Yeah, ‘The sea is where I belong’ or something? What are you going on about?”

“I uh…” Jan stammered and checked goldenspur’s recent system logs… It should have recorded something right. “I… think something shorted out somewhere… There was water everywhere… but it wasn’t really there” He took a deep breath, checking whether the air he was breathing right now was real. “I think I need to go see the medic after we get back…” He felt all over his head, maybe he has hit it against something during the mission? Yet, he couldn’t find anything to indicate such a thing happened. No blood, no cuts, not even a bruise or a painful spot.

Yet, for some reason, whenever Jan looked down at the sea, he felt a sense of longing..

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

Alright then... I suppose I'll be a bit gentler.
*sharpens knife*
You know... gentle

Shadows of Steel (Space Fighter Combat RP)

I have somewhat of a,dilemma. I have an urge to chew nyx out, but I feel like Gurjan would't do that because it's not the job of a subordinate like him to keep the discipline. (In his own opinion at least)

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Whelp, I'll just keep this thing pinned on my subscriptions for the forseeable future.

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I'm mostly running on book smarts concerning army protocol, I'm too much fo a wet noodle to be of any use to the armed forces