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“Corporate superpower. They were fine until Jack took over… that was when Hyperion went from an expensive but beautiful gun maker to… Pandoras most hated company. Jack did awful things… things nobody will ever forget. But now that he’s gone, Hyperion is permanently damaged, everyone up on their space station wants to be just like Jack. Even if he was just an insane murderer bent on world domination.”

“That is, uhh, well that’s really dramatic,” a bit more laughter bubbled up, “Absolutely absurd.” This place was a whole lot more insane than he had initially thought.

“things seem better now, but… Be careful. There are people who would gladly skin you alive and eat the meat off your bones. And… There are some sane people, but they’re mostly located in Sanctuary. And not everyone there can be considered sane.”

“I’ve had my fair share of attempted kills,” he motions towards his gun, “This was probably the best decision I’ve made. Got it somewhat personal and everything.”

“Wish I could offer you more info, but I really spent all my time studying programming as a kid. Don’t know much else… Not even enough to make myself a decent pair of legs.”

“Well I know how to make things,” he gets a very passive look on his face, “If I had the supplies I could maybe help you?”

She smiled. “You think so? I have lots of tools and scrap metal back home you could use.”

He took another swig from his bottle, emptying it in this last drink, “Well I’d say it’s worth a shot.” He stood up and extended an arm to her, “Want help, or not?”

She stood with his help, grabbing her crutches. “I’ll take you over to my house, it’s not far…”

“Fine by me,” he smiled a bit, opening his journal to scribble something in it quickly before shoving it back inside the pocket of his labcoat. He extended an arm to motion for her to lead, waiting for her to start walking before he did anything else.

June hobbled her way back to her house, taking a while longer than she normally would. She was tired, and her hips didn’t really feel like doing the work of walking on her cheaply made ‘legs’.

#rp #charlie sovyette #june the raider

He stayed relatively close by her, mainly not wanting to let her out of his sight. This was the chance of a lifetime, and he wasn’t going to pass it up. “Do you need any help, perhaps?” he questioned.

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"Corporate superpower. They were fine until Jack took over… that was when Hyperion went from an expensive but beautiful gun maker to… Pandoras most hated company. Jack did awful things… things nobody will ever forget. But now that he’s gone, Hyperion is permanently damaged, everyone up on their space station wants to be just like Jack. Even if he was just an insane murderer bent on world domination."

"That is, uhh, well that’s really dramatic," a bit more laughter bubbled up, "Absolutely absurd." This place was a whole lot more insane than he had initially thought.

“things seem better now, but… Be careful. There are people who would gladly skin you alive and eat the meat off your bones. And… There are some sane people, but they’re mostly located in Sanctuary. And not everyone there can be considered sane.”

"I’ve had my fair share of attempted kills," he motions towards his gun, "This was probably the best decision I’ve made. Got it somewhat personal and everything."

“Wish I could offer you more info, but I really spent all my time studying programming as a kid. Don’t know much else… Not even enough to make myself a decent pair of legs.”

"Well I know how to make things," he gets a very passive look on his face, "If I had the supplies I could maybe help you?"

She smiled. “You think so? I have lots of tools and scrap metal back home you could use.”

He took another swig from his bottle, emptying it in this last drink, “Well I’d say it’s worth a shot.” He stood up and extended an arm to her, “Want help, or not?”

She stood with his help, grabbing her crutches. “I’ll take you over to my house, it’s not far…”

#june the raider #rp #charlie sovyette

“Fine by me,” he smiled a bit, opening his journal to scribble something in it quickly before shoving it back inside the pocket of his labcoat. He extended an arm to motion for her to lead, waiting for her to start walking before he did anything else.

Experiments

"Corporate superpower. They were fine until Jack took over… that was when Hyperion went from an expensive but beautiful gun maker to… Pandoras most hated company. Jack did awful things… things nobody will ever forget. But now that he’s gone, Hyperion is permanently damaged, everyone up on their space station wants to be just like Jack. Even if he was just an insane murderer bent on world domination."

"That is, uhh, well that’s really dramatic," a bit more laughter bubbled up, "Absolutely absurd." This place was a whole lot more insane than he had initially thought.

“things seem better now, but… Be careful. There are people who would gladly skin you alive and eat the meat off your bones. And… There are some sane people, but they’re mostly located in Sanctuary. And not everyone there can be considered sane.”

"I’ve had my fair share of attempted kills," he motions towards his gun, "This was probably the best decision I’ve made. Got it somewhat personal and everything."

“Wish I could offer you more info, but I really spent all my time studying programming as a kid. Don’t know much else… Not even enough to make myself a decent pair of legs.”

"Well I know how to make things," he gets a very passive look on his face, "If I had the supplies I could maybe help you?"

She smiled. “You think so? I have lots of tools and scrap metal back home you could use.”

#june the raider #charlie sovyette #rp

He took another swig from his bottle, emptying it in this last drink, "Well I'd say it's worth a shot." He stood up and extended an arm to her, "Want help, or not?"

Experiments

"Corporate superpower. They were fine until Jack took over… that was when Hyperion went from an expensive but beautiful gun maker to… Pandoras most hated company. Jack did awful things… things nobody will ever forget. But now that he’s gone, Hyperion is permanently damaged, everyone up on their space station wants to be just like Jack. Even if he was just an insane murderer bent on world domination."

"That is, uhh, well that’s really dramatic," a bit more laughter bubbled up, "Absolutely absurd." This place was a whole lot more insane than he had initially thought.

“things seem better now, but… Be careful. There are people who would gladly skin you alive and eat the meat off your bones. And… There are some sane people, but they’re mostly located in Sanctuary. And not everyone there can be considered sane.”

"I’ve had my fair share of attempted kills," he motions towards his gun, "This was probably the best decision I’ve made. Got it somewhat personal and everything."

“Wish I could offer you more info, but I really spent all my time studying programming as a kid. Don’t know much else… Not even enough to make myself a decent pair of legs.”

#june the raider #rp #charlie sovyette

"Well I know how to make things," he gets a very passive look on his face, "If I had the supplies I could maybe help you?"

Experiments

"Corporate superpower. They were fine until Jack took over… that was when Hyperion went from an expensive but beautiful gun maker to… Pandoras most hated company. Jack did awful things… things nobody will ever forget. But now that he’s gone, Hyperion is permanently damaged, everyone up on their space station wants to be just like Jack. Even if he was just an insane murderer bent on world domination."

"That is, uhh, well that’s really dramatic," a bit more laughter bubbled up, "Absolutely absurd." This place was a whole lot more insane than he had initially thought.

“things seem better now, but… Be careful. There are people who would gladly skin you alive and eat the meat off your bones. And… There are some sane people, but they’re mostly located in Sanctuary. And not everyone there can be considered sane.”

#rp #june the raider #charlie sovyette

"I've had my fair share of attempted kills," he motions towards his gun, "This was probably the best decision I've made. Got it somewhat personal and everything."

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She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."

June moved her hand off her gun as well. “If you uh… wanna sit and have a couple drinks, I guess I could go for that… Though I ain’t that comfortable around scientists…”

He sits across from her, disregarding the dirt that covers the bottom of his labcoat at this point, “A drink would be nice. It is hot here anyways. And is there a specific study of science that bothers you? Or is it just science in general?” His voice quipped a little, and it was hard to tell what sort of an answer he was looking for.

June grabbed another bottle of beer from her bag and handed it to him. “Look, I was a programmer for quite a while, but… The people up at Hyperion made me real iffy about men in lab coats…”

He accepted the beer, popping the top off relatively quickly, “Ah, I see.” Looking around just for a quick reiteration of the environment, he relaxed a bit, and took a drink of his alcohol. “So, programmer? I would think techies would shy away from action.”

“I studied for fun as a kid… Took my mind off of the constant fighting for survival. But the job… It would’ve been great, being away from Pandora n’ all, but the people that work for Hyperion are worse than most bandits…”

He smiles a bit, “If it helps at all, I have no affiliations with Hyperion.” He seems to slightly struggle to get that word out, his English evidently only proficient on practiced words.

June looked at him oddly. “So um… where are you from, stranger?”

His gaze drifted off to the side and he raised his eyebrows, “Elsewhere. I’m not too sure if you would be familiar with it.” He looked back towards her after getting yet another update on his surroundings, “How obvious it it?”

"Pretty obvious, you can hardly say Hyperion. Everyone here knows the name and either fears it or loathes it."

A bit of laughter comes from him as he’s taking another drink, making him have to cover his mouth his his hand, “Excuse me.” He haphazardly wipes his hand on his pants before saying, “I have heard quite a bit about.. them. If such a company has such a negative reputation, how is it still employed?”

"Corporate superpower. They were fine until Jack took over… that was when Hyperion went from an expensive but beautiful gun maker to… Pandoras most hated company. Jack did awful things… things nobody will ever forget. But now that he’s gone, Hyperion is permanently damaged, everyone up on their space station wants to be just like Jack. Even if he was just an insane murderer bent on world domination."

#rp #charlie sovyette #june the raider

"That is, uhh, well that's really dramatic," a bit more laughter bubbled up, "Absolutely absurd." This place was a whole lot more insane than he had initially thought.

Experiments

She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."

June moved her hand off her gun as well. “If you uh… wanna sit and have a couple drinks, I guess I could go for that… Though I ain’t that comfortable around scientists…”

He sits across from her, disregarding the dirt that covers the bottom of his labcoat at this point, “A drink would be nice. It is hot here anyways. And is there a specific study of science that bothers you? Or is it just science in general?” His voice quipped a little, and it was hard to tell what sort of an answer he was looking for.

June grabbed another bottle of beer from her bag and handed it to him. “Look, I was a programmer for quite a while, but… The people up at Hyperion made me real iffy about men in lab coats…”

He accepted the beer, popping the top off relatively quickly, “Ah, I see.” Looking around just for a quick reiteration of the environment, he relaxed a bit, and took a drink of his alcohol. “So, programmer? I would think techies would shy away from action.”

“I studied for fun as a kid… Took my mind off of the constant fighting for survival. But the job… It would’ve been great, being away from Pandora n’ all, but the people that work for Hyperion are worse than most bandits…”

He smiles a bit, “If it helps at all, I have no affiliations with Hyperion.” He seems to slightly struggle to get that word out, his English evidently only proficient on practiced words.

June looked at him oddly. “So um… where are you from, stranger?”

His gaze drifted off to the side and he raised his eyebrows, “Elsewhere. I’m not too sure if you would be familiar with it.” He looked back towards her after getting yet another update on his surroundings, “How obvious it it?”

"Pretty obvious, you can hardly say Hyperion. Everyone here knows the name and either fears it or loathes it."

A bit of laughter comes from him as he's taking another drink, making him have to cover his mouth his his hand, "Excuse me." He haphazardly wipes his hand on his pants before saying, "I have heard quite a bit about.. them. If such a company has such a negative reputation, how is it still employed?"

Experiments

She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."

June moved her hand off her gun as well. “If you uh… wanna sit and have a couple drinks, I guess I could go for that… Though I ain’t that comfortable around scientists…”

He sits across from her, disregarding the dirt that covers the bottom of his labcoat at this point, “A drink would be nice. It is hot here anyways. And is there a specific study of science that bothers you? Or is it just science in general?” His voice quipped a little, and it was hard to tell what sort of an answer he was looking for.

June grabbed another bottle of beer from her bag and handed it to him. “Look, I was a programmer for quite a while, but… The people up at Hyperion made me real iffy about men in lab coats…”

He accepted the beer, popping the top off relatively quickly, “Ah, I see.” Looking around just for a quick reiteration of the environment, he relaxed a bit, and took a drink of his alcohol. “So, programmer? I would think techies would shy away from action.”

“I studied for fun as a kid… Took my mind off of the constant fighting for survival. But the job… It would’ve been great, being away from Pandora n’ all, but the people that work for Hyperion are worse than most bandits…”

He smiles a bit, “If it helps at all, I have no affiliations with Hyperion.” He seems to slightly struggle to get that word out, his English evidently only proficient on practiced words.

June looked at him oddly. “So um… where are you from, stranger?”

His gaze drifted off to the side and he raised his eyebrows, "Elsewhere. I'm not too sure if you would be familiar with it." He looked back towards her after getting yet another update on his surroundings, "How obvious it it?"

Experiments

She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."

June moved her hand off her gun as well. “If you uh… wanna sit and have a couple drinks, I guess I could go for that… Though I ain’t that comfortable around scientists…”

He sits across from her, disregarding the dirt that covers the bottom of his labcoat at this point, “A drink would be nice. It is hot here anyways. And is there a specific study of science that bothers you? Or is it just science in general?” His voice quipped a little, and it was hard to tell what sort of an answer he was looking for.

June grabbed another bottle of beer from her bag and handed it to him. “Look, I was a programmer for quite a while, but… The people up at Hyperion made me real iffy about men in lab coats…”

He accepted the beer, popping the top off relatively quickly, “Ah, I see.” Looking around just for a quick reiteration of the environment, he relaxed a bit, and took a drink of his alcohol. “So, programmer? I would think techies would shy away from action.”

“I studied for fun as a kid… Took my mind off of the constant fighting for survival. But the job… It would’ve been great, being away from Pandora n’ all, but the people that work for Hyperion are worse than most bandits…”

#charlie sovyette #june-the-raider #rp

He smiles a bit, "If it helps at all, I have no affiliations with Hyperion." He seems to slightly struggle to get that word out, his English evidently only proficient on practiced words.

Experiments

She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."

June moved her hand off her gun as well. “If you uh… wanna sit and have a couple drinks, I guess I could go for that… Though I ain’t that comfortable around scientists…”

He sits across from her, disregarding the dirt that covers the bottom of his labcoat at this point, “A drink would be nice. It is hot here anyways. And is there a specific study of science that bothers you? Or is it just science in general?” His voice quipped a little, and it was hard to tell what sort of an answer he was looking for.

June grabbed another bottle of beer from her bag and handed it to him. “Look, I was a programmer for quite a while, but… The people up at Hyperion made me real iffy about men in lab coats…”

He accepted the beer, popping the top off relatively quickly, "Ah, I see." Looking around just for a quick reiteration of the environment, he relaxed a bit, and took a drink of his alcohol. "So, programmer? I would think techies would shy away from action."

Experiments

She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."

June moved her hand off her gun as well. “If you uh… wanna sit and have a couple drinks, I guess I could go for that… Though I ain’t that comfortable around scientists…”

He sits across from her, disregarding the dirt that covers the bottom of his labcoat at this point, "A drink would be nice. It is hot here anyways. And is there a specific study of science that bothers you? Or is it just science in general?" His voice quipped a little, and it was hard to tell what sort of an answer he was looking for.

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"You’d be surprised at how many people would wear a lab coat for no reason on this planet." She said, lying back down in the sand.

"You have a point," he grinned, not moving a bit. "So, you were born here. What’s it like?" his voice was absolutely filled with curiosity, and his intrigue was nearly tangible.

“Hard, deadly, painful. Spent most of my life murdering bandits.” She said plainly, as if it was obvious. Pretty much everyone knew what life was like on Pandora.

He looked completely enraptured, “Fascinating. How long have your ancestors been here?”

“Since the first human arrival on the planet, I think. Real long time.”

“Wow so you’re just…complete native. That’s…amazing,” he grins a bit, “You sure you don’t want a bit of company?”

“Well I’m not really native… The original beings on the planet were the Eridians, but they’re all gone now.”

"Then I guess you would technically take over," he shrugs a little bit. His eyes flicked down to her legs, absorbing as much detail as possible before looking back up at her face. She couldn’t exactly move very fast, or far, he thought. What a gift.

June noticed him analyzing her, and placed a hand on the small Tediore pistol on her thigh. She didn’t trust anyone any more, except for her few close friends.

He noticed the pistol, and the grin slipped a little, “Well that certainly confirms any doubts I had.” These people were downright beastly, of course for good reason, but still absolutely dreadful. He himself reached for his own gun, deciding that if she pulled any further he would have to cut this expedition short.

She noticed him reach of his own weapon. “Look, mister… I-I don’t mean to come off as trigger-happy, but… I’ve been through a lot of shit with strangers so I just don’t trust anybody…”

"The majority of the people on this planet seem to share those aspects," he very hesitantly took his hand off of the gun handle and held it up very slightly, making sure it showed that he was unarmed. "It would be quite foolish to not have caution, honestly."