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Miri scowled, but slowly sat back down. "We aren't going back to being friends after that scene you caused. If I had it my way, you'd be in the Stockades right now. Or whatever the equivalent here would be." She sipped at her wine for a moment before continuing. "Might I ask what prompted you to shoot an innocent machine-person in the face?"

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

(Double-post, whoops.)

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Breeze flailed for a moment as the artificial gravity turned back on, but settled down once her butt was firmly planted on the ground. She looked back down to her jerky, then quickly gobbled the rest down before speaking. "{I, uh...didn't have anywhere in mind. I just...wanted off my world.}" She lowered her head meekly, almost ashamed.

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Miri was seriously struggling to keep the shields up now, her mana pool running low. "I...have no idea what to make of any of this, personally. I have no idea what a 'video' game is, and I still don't much understand what this place is. I'm just doing my duty as a priestess." She sighed. "Very well. Light be with you." Just as the man logged out, Miri dropped the shields completely and began panting. "I saved your ass, blue-haired girl," she said bluntly. "Harm anyone else, and...huff...I won't be obliged to do so again."

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Breeze's end went silent shortly after he mentions food. Fifteen seconds later, a dull thud echoed through the speaker as the scroll bumped against the ceiling. The lizard had abandoned the communications device to go grab food, letting the scroll float around in zero-g. Thirty seconds later, Breeze returned, gnawing on a handful of freeze-dried jerky as if she hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. Judging from her scrawny frame, that may not be too far from the truth. "{Mmph...Meat. Xi'qe diets include...a lot of meat.}" She gulped, then continued. "{Or at least, they're supposed to. I...ah, h-haven't...um...}" There's a long, awkward pause. Eventually, Breeze managed to gather her voice again and squeaked out a simple "{Thanks...}"

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The lizard spoke into the clumsily held scroll. "{Egh...It wasn't an assassination, obviously. Seemed more like...brigands. Highwayman. And it's a boat in many ways, right? Morrin explained to me--uh, that's the...dead pilot--that these are like big, metal boats thst travel through the sky, rather than the sea.}" She took a deep breath, then, "{Do you...h-have any food I could, uh...have?}"

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"You shot someone in the head. How is that not illegal? He may be a machine, but...he still has sentience and sapience. If I let you out, John J. Keeshan over here is going to kill you." She starts panting lightly from the exertion of keeping the shields up.

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Miri kept the shields up. Again, with it being split into two, it was more like holding a large up to cover a doorway. There's no squeezing through, so long as Miri can move her shields to keep her in, but it's far from impossible to get a bullet through. It's just a matter of putting the woman's head in the path of it. "I am a Priestess of the Holy Light. Compassion, Respect, and Tenacity. I am trying to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. I'm not about to let anyone get killed. And that does include you, too, John." She's either forgotten his name, or is still referring to him jokingly as "John J. Keeshan", whoever that is. "I'm trying to keep her trapped. She can't scoot out of the bar, and she can't flip over it. If she wants to move, she has to move closer to the wall, which just gives her less room. Now, you can either bitch and moan about wanting to kill her, or you can go call the police. If you can't kill her, you can at least get some sick satisf--...some satisfaction from watching her rot in prison. A compromise between me protecting her and you killing her. Deal?" Her eyes flit nervously toward the man with the gun. She knows it's unwise to piss off angry, brooding guys with weapons, but a girl still has to keep her principles.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Breeze sighed, slouching further. "{Well, I just think, if he's still out there...we should probably save him, right? If not, then--}" She paused briefly and winced, bringing a hand down to her stomach. "{Nngh...I-I need to rest, yeah. Get me one of those...whatever it was called. Hollow scroll. It's a pretty small boat, though.}" Boat? Strange choice of words. Could simply be a strange translation of a not fully understood language spoken only at the unfashionable back ends of this galaxy...

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The lizard blinked for a moment, surprised he could actually understand her. After a moment, she sighed and slouched her shoulders. "{...A-Alright. Thank you. I am Floats-In-The-Breeze. I was...taking a ride from a mercenary ship, when this other ship rushed in and wrecked the place, really quick. I doubt the pilot is still alive, but...it would be nice to check. To return the favor he did to me.}"