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Farewell
It was so fun to write with you guys and I’m sad I wasn’t allowed to stay around longer. I’m so sorry to those of you I had pending with but I’m sure you’ll go on to write great things. I never meant to ignore anyone and if I made you guys feel that way I’m so sorry. If you’d like to talk my discord is summeringion#8280. I sincerely hope you’re treated better than I was for the rest of your time at ITB.
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nyco-lazarev:
“Oh uh yeah, I didn’t mean my gear. You gotta do what you gotta do so…” He trailed off as he handed her the gun. His endless confidence seemed to falter while someone else was in his room. Instead of awkwardly standing there while she logged it and looking even more uncomfortable, he made himself busy looking for the next thing to give her.
“It was like twelve years ago?” Thirteen. He knew the date down to the day, maybe even the hour. “Some arms shop had gotten in trouble, which is rare on Keziah, so I decided to try my luck and swipe something in between the arrest and when they started confiscating things. Saw that and decided to take it before anyone else showed up. It was risky and caused some problems later when they realized something was missing so I just decided to hang onto it.” His story was almost completely true, he just omitted some key facts. Like the fact that it had been his dad’s shop and his gun. Or that he was pretty sure he knew then how things would end and he wanted something of his father’s to hang onto. “Don’t know if that counts as being sentimental. I almost forgot I had it.”
Edd took the man’s word for it despite something in her mind doubting the story. Why hold on to something like this if he had stolen it just to fence it. If it was still too hot after all this time (she doubted it, it wasn’t particularly special) tossing it out of the airlock would have surely been a better option. But others had their secrets for reasons. If it made him more comfortable who was she to judge.
“It’s solid. A bit old school - even for twelve years ago but it’s classic.” Edd inspected the gun carefully, already knowing she wasn’t going to add it to the log books but she was curious.
“It might look nice on the wall. Definitely wouldn’t recommend bringing it into the field even if you need a back up. I could get you something better.”
terrencevathos:
Lounging in the chair lazily in the common area, feet on the table, Terrence was going over the mission’s specs on his datapad. That was not a planet he knew of, and he already dreaded the promised cold. Damn rebels, couldn’t they just do business on a beach or something? “So, let me get this straight, we don’t get a cut out of this deal?” He raised an eyebrow, not caring who would hear him. He did think this was absolutely atrocious; they were doing all the dirty work and taking the risks and … well, alright, maybe that was part of the job. Still, previous bounty hunters should have negotiated their work perks better. He wondered though, who kept inventory of what was going on in the cargo? Terrence was sure there was someone onboard, but he probably forgot their name, and their face.
Terrence had only been with the current crew for three months now, and did not know much of them yet. He had not been met with much hatred yet, so that was good. Not that he was expecting some, but one could never took too many precautions.
“In that fucking cold, too. I swear if they make us wear those standard-issued Company’s coats…” He whispered, spacing out for a moment. “The horror.” Was Terrence a bit dramatic? Not at all.
“When did you get so prissy?” Edd raised a brow from the doorway to the common area before she entered fully. 10 years made a world of difference, she knew that well enough. She certainly couldn’t say she was the same person she was since she had boarded the Terminus even. There was no telling who Terrence was now.
Apparently prissy and fashionable was part of that new persona.
It’d take some getting used to but Edd was nothing if not adaptable. “We get paid. We get to keep our jobs. And a lot of us have other reasons for doing what we do. I, for example, don’t get sent back to prison. I’d say all of that is better than getting a cut right?”
Edd flopped down onto the empty couch beside him, cradling her bowl of protein cubes to her chest as she considered it. “And I seriously doubt the crew isn’t going to go through the weapons we find. I already promised Nyco first pick.”
aliviaxprior:
“The fact that we’re even discussing the possibility of me accidentally shooting anyone should be the first reason I shouldn’t have a gun.” Liv tried, shaking her head the whole way. “When we get to Cheimon, I’ll be with you and all of the other trigger-happy maniacs on this ship. I’ll be fine.” She knew that Edd was only looking out for her in the best way she knew how. Alivia had never been a fan of weaponry, but Edd thrived in the field. It was, perhaps, one of the few things they actually disagreed on in their short friendship.
Alivia’s eyebrow raised incredulously at the girl. Einstein, of course, made his happy eyes and dancing around on his tiny wheels, obviously in agreement with her. “We’re talking about the same robot who throws a fit when I beat him at 3D chess. And you wanna give him a laser.”
“E we can trust you to observe proper gun safety right?” Edd grinned back at the tiny robot, pleased to see it agreed with her even if Alivia seemed to be protesting the whole thing.
As they reached the (now neatly organized) cargo bay Edd looked around and frowned. Even though it had looked messy before it had been organized chaos... well... sort of. Maybe. Now she had no idea where to even begin looking for the ship’s little armory.
“Isa reorganized so... in a robot’s logical mind where should weapons be placed?” Edd hummed and opened a few crates before cheering. Now all the weapons were neatly placed together instead of being spread out in every direction. She’d have to remember to thank him for it later. “How about this? Basic laser pistol. It’s got a good grip, basic safety functions, no recoil. It should be easy enough to operate.”
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nyco-lazarev:
“Why didn’t you just start with that?” A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he stood up to get his things. As long as there was something in it for the merc, he was at least somewhat cooperative.
“Guess it would be a helluva lot easier to go to my room than it would be for me to lug everything out here.” The thought caused his expression to fall momentarily. Nyco wasn’t fond of the idea of someone poking around in his room, there were a few personal things he didn’t want the crew to ask about. Still, this was a good deal so he wasn’t going to pass it up. “It’s a disaster in there so just don’t touch anything.” He warned as he started to lead the way to his room.
“Well this is it.” He announced flatly as he opened the door. He quickly went to his closet and began to rummage around before walking back to her with something in hand. “Here, might as well start with this one.” It was an older, but still reliable revolver. “I don’t use it much, but it was real bitch to get so I can’t bring myself to part with it.” There was a lot more to the story, but that was the short version.
By the time Nyco returned Edd had already made herself comfortable, sitting on the edge of his bed as she looked idly around the room. It was somehow cleaner than her room and she didn’t see much issue with it but others likely wouldn’t agree.
Dark eyes slid over the half empty liquors bottles, jagged markers carved out in the bed post that begged her to run her fingers over them, pictures and trinkets that somehow felt wrong. Like they weren’t for her viewing. Edd turned her attention to him instead, minding her manners far more than she would for anyone else.
“I didn’t peg you for the sentimental type Nyco.” Edd reached for the revolver, pausing as she remembered the one instruction she’d been given upon entering the room. “Can I?”
aliviaxprior:
“Okay, if we’re... ‘forcefully boarded by pirates’, they’re not going to kill the people keeping the ship running. At the very least, they’ll take out the ground crew.” She told her with a shrug of her shoulders. “Wait- Edd!” Before she could protest further, her friend was dragging her down the hall and towards the cargo hold.
“I don’t even want a weapon. I’m an engineer, I appreciate them from a distance, but I stab myself with a screwdriver at least once a day and you want to give me something that’s sole purpose is hurting people.” She tried to rationalize with the weapons’ expert, to no avail as she continued on her own little tangent about outfitting Einstein with weapons, of all things. “We’re not giving E weapons, are you out of your mind?”
“So we’ll check screwdrivers off the list! I was thinking a gun anyway. It’ll have a safety so you can’t accidentally shoot yourself or anyone else. Only the bad guys. Plus what are you going to do when we get to Cheimon? No way you’re going down there without a weapon. You might as well just get used to carrying it now.” In Edd’s mind engineering and weapons went hand in hand. She couldn’t fathom why Alivia wouldn’t want to carry one, even though she wasn’t a fan of actually having to use them on people either. That didn’t mean she wasn’t prepared to.
Edd had long since faced reality and realized the world favored those who shot first and shot true.
“Aww come on Liv look at him. He wants one! Just one tiny little laser gun? It couldn’t hurt. What’s the worst that could happen?” Edd looked over to Einstein as if expecting the robot to back her up.
aliviaxprior:
The engineer strolled down the hallway, tapping idly away at her datapad while Einstein buzzed around her feet. It was a quiet day, surprising enough. Everyone was preparing to touch down on Cheimon, and it left little time for idle chatter and lackadaisical activities. Her small companion let out a few chirps, causing her to look up in time to catch her from crashing into Edd.
Alivia looked at the woman with a raised brow, her finger hovering over her datapad idly. Her incredulous gaze floated from Edd down to Einstein, who looked back at her and made a “shrugging” gesture with his front arms. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you got the wrong person,” She started, waving her datapad slightly for emphasis. “I’m a tech nerd. I don’t carry weapons on the ship.” Though a part of her warned that that probably wasn’t the best idea. She was on a ship of bounty hunters, she reminded herself. People who had come from every walk and crevice of the universe to board the Terminus. Thieves, killers, soldiers, etcetera, etcetera. Carrying a weapon would probably end up saving her life in the end.
“Al! You seriously don’t have anything on you? What if something happens? What if we’re... forcefully boarded by pirates! Or Nyco finally snaps and kills us all in our sleep! What then!” The latter seemed more likely to occur but she didn’t feel the need to scare Alivia too much. Edd frowned and reached out for her friend’s wrist, practically dragging her toward the cargo hold as she chattered on.
“Come with me. I’m sure I have the perfect weapon for you somewhere. We’ll test a few out and see what fits. Hey maybe we could even outfit Einstein with some weaponry - he might be a better shot than either of us.” Or worse. A terrifying outcome but what was life without risk.
tali-vos:
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” Tali shrugged, refusing to confirm or deny any of her guesses. If she wanted to falsify the records for the Company, Tali wasn’t going to stop her, but neither was she going to help her. “The Company has never cared about auditing our personal weapons before, so I don’t know why they’d give two shits about your stupid ledger now. If you wanna make work for yourself, whatever, but the Company’s only ever cared that we deliver our targets on time before, so I’m not about to provide them with additional information, or submit to a search of my belongings.” She wasn’t going to tell Edd that she already had weapon stashes all over the ship; with the way she was acting, Tali was pretty much convinced she just wanted to rat them all out on bad behavior to the Company anyways, so she wasn’t about to give her more dirt.
"Yes your six months of experience is definitely what we should base all our decisions on going forward. I'll inform the captain." Edd sighed heavily, but her dour mood seemed to last only a moment before her shoulders were back up with a shrug.
“Ah, well, I’ll just mark you down for ‘Tali’s secret stash’ and if it comes up you deal with it then.” That seemed like the best option for the moment though it might cause trouble in the long run. This all was beginning to seem like more trouble than it was worth but if it kept Edd from serving prison time and doing what she loved what was a little brush with prickly crew mates?
terradigioia:
“Is this really necessary?” He complained, really, really wishing that Edd would leave him alone. She was a bright and nice enough girl, but her incessant gushing about hackjob cybenetics was nearly as bad as Jaxer’s outright bragging of his own. Her arrival shattered the peace and quiet that he was currently fortunate enough to have been working in. It figured that he couldn’t even get some time alone in the privacy of his own damn room.
When she didn’t budge from his doorway, he knew arguing was pointless. He got up from his desk before crouching down to reach under his bed, retrieving his firearm. He pulled it out, displaying the shiny, high-tech weapon. “I own and operate a Kronos Mk III plasma pistol. The rounds contain enough weaponized energy to severely debilitate or kill its target.” He reported quickly. “Don’t ask me how I got it.” It involved some sketchy guys and a very lucky bet on an animal fight. And he wasn’t particularly fond of any of those things.
“I’m surprised you’re involved with such bureaucratic nonsense. You never struck me as the type to follow the rules.” Not that he was either, but she didn’t need to know that yet.
"Look - I'm not going back to prison so I'm doing the bare minimum here. I'm bored to death with this already and the fight-y ones aren’t making this easy for me.”
Edd hurried into the room when Parker relented and crouched down beside him. This had gone... better than she expected honestly. She didn’t expect the scientists to have huge caches of weapons but the initial resistance from the crew had made her weary.
As Parker pulled the weapon out, Edd’s eyes widened. The woman was practically vibrating with giddy excitement as he spoke and immediately her hands were out, organic and mechanical fingers wiggling in a ‘give it over’ motion.
"Wow Parker this is... actually cool. Not at all what I'd expect from you!"
jaxer-corester:
Edd had definitely said something just then. Jaxer was sure of it. For a moment, he considered asking her to repeat herself, but then decided against it. It had probably been something deeply hurtful, anyway.
He watched as Edd cycled through the tools on her arm. It would be useful, he conceded, to have immediate access to repair tools in the event of an emergency. But then again, tool belts were also a thing that existed for that purpose. And you didn’t have to either discard or hollow out an incredibly expensive and sophisticated piece of tech to use it.
“Yeah, I never really bought that idea,” Jaxer said. “Cybernetics are cybernetics. If I wanted to make some sort of personal statement, I’d buy a shirt with a cartoon character on it. Besides, I usually use my hand as… well, a hand. This one -” he wiggled his fingers at her “- is perfect for flying the ship. I’m not sure what I could possibly add to my leg, and no offence, but I’m really not a fan of the idea of having someone poke around in my synthetic organs. I need them to live.”
“And I’d hold off on making modifications to any Apex cyberware, if I were you,” he said, uneasily. “Chryan megacorps tend to favour more… explosive solutions for protecting their intellectual property.”
“…Why are you so intent on me getting modded?” he asked. “There’s like a dozen other people on this ship with absolutely no tech at all.”
“ ‘Cybernetics are cybernetics’ “ Edd gasped in mock horror as she quoted the pilot. “That’s like me saying all ships are the same and just get you from point a to b.”
She may not know or appreciate ships, but she knew well enough that wasn’t the case. That meant Jaxer, a man with his own passions, should know better as well.
The questions caused Edd to pause, wondering what a sufficient answer would be. At this point she asked Jaxer to let her spruce him up more out of habit than anything. She would be surprised (and delighted) if he ever took her up on it, but she wasn’t going to hold her breath. Instead she’d just keep a design folder just for him on her datapad in case inspiration hit.
“Getting someone without any mods to get their first one is like trying to get into a virgin’s pants. Don’t get me wrong I still go for it and I’ve got a few parts just in case ready in the med bay but I have a feeling it’s going to take an accident for any of those to see use.” And others didn’t seem to like it when you were hoping for an accident just so you could install cybernetics into them, so she’d learned to keep that part to herself.
nyco-lazarev:
Although she wasn’t interesting in entertaining the thought, that didn’t stop Nyco. “Guess it depends on just how many knives he has. I’m sure there are plenty of places to hide knives that aren’t as inappropriate as you’re thinking.” An amused grin spread across his face, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Nox you were having dirty thoughts about him and his knives.” He shot her a quick wink before shifting back to once again try to nap.
He knew she had a job to do, but maybe he’d annoy her enough so she’d leave and try with someone else. He could probably sneak in a small nap before she came back to ask again.
Nyco quickly shot up before that could happen though. “Whoa whoa whoa, if everyone else is being a pain in the ass, I’m definitely not going to just cooperate.” Sure, the thought of getting to do this mission quicker was appealing, but he had a reputation to think about here. “It’ll ruin my rep and the next thing I know everyone’s coming to me for free favors.” Helping people? And getting absolutely nothing out of it? What kind of madman would do that? “Fuck that.”
Bribery it is.
Edd's expression dropped as Nyco sat up. She should have expected he wouldn’t go along easy and skipped straight to what was sure to work.
"Fine. Fine. Fine. Cooperate and I'll give you first pick of the cool shit when we find these weapons." That was of course assuming they were going to find something worth note but Edd imagined they might. No rebels worth quelling would try and take on the the Company with backwater bullets and a dream in their heart right?
isaxatyourservice:
Attaching mechanical bits to fleshy bits. Likely to result in potentially harmful strain on the latter, due to unfamiliar weight and wear. Mooring points for cybernetic attachments were, therefore, a prime target for initial blows. If he was only aiming to incapacitate, of course. “I see. Prostheses, and material scavenging. These are useful fields of expertise.” There was no scorn, there. And not only because a Sokol would not be equipped to emulate such a feeling. Human societies - not all, but many - generated immense quantities of needless waste. Especially on the more central, wealthy planets. Scavenging was sensible, and even lucrative. If somewhat dangerous. Acids, lubricants, fuels, cores… prolonged exposure to much of what went into the average market-ready android could have a profoundly deleterious impact on organic systems. Human, animal, and environment, alike. But between Edd and Cat, it seemed, the Terminus could provide quite generously for its injured crew members. If they had the necessary supplies on hand. Although, speaking of hands… Edd’s looked thoroughly, brilliantly improvised. Unorthodox, but effective. Perhaps it would be less a matter of supplies than ingenuity.
Quality parts wouldn’t hurt, however. Isa watched as Edd picked her way through a nest of spare wiring, lengths all snarled around each other. An aggravating project, one he’d put aside for later. Her command - was it, that wasn’t a tone he was used to - gave him pause. “I am expected to clear the bay,” Isa began, then… stopped. “But I may continue at another time.” He could. The trip to Cheimon would be long enough. And he was curious. Few of his crewmates saw fit to discuss more than his tasklist; fewer still shared of their own activities. Unless they were looking for help, of course. Slotting that box of fittings under a work table, out of the way, Isa picked up those trailing cord ends. Helpfully. “Where will we be going, Edd?”
“My room!” Edd chirped as she led the android towards her crew quarters. Sorting the crew’s inventory was useful, but uninteresting. She was certain Isa could be far more interesting and useful with a few modifications to his AI but unfortunately that wasn’t her speciality. What she could do, was outfit him some updates that could make him more bad ass if he agreed to it. Who knew what androids thought of their physical bodies versus self. Maybe what they were programmed to to think. Or maybe nothing at all.
When the arrived at her door Edd struggled but eventually untangled her organic hand from the massive ball of wires to unlock her room. She entered, sliding away some of the projects blocking their path with a foot carelessly.
“Welcome to my workshop. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable!” Edd tossed the tangled mess to a (relatively) clear spot on the floor and motioned towards the bed.
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Messy. Frenetic. Chaotic. Edd’s room is covered in various prototypes and projects in various states of completion. A large table inlaid with a console fits uncomfortably in the room and takes up most of the space. Her perpetually unmade bed is set between the wall and table with no room between either, making it a chore to crawl in every night.
lennoxyoung:
“If they really want to make a fuss, a piece of paper with a list of weapons that we inventoried ourselves isn’t going to make a difference,” with each word, the edge to Nox’s tone grew. He couldn’t help it. Normally, he let just about anyone into his room for a chat. This was different. He didn’t like people going through his things just for hell of it, and he sure as hell didn’t want the Company to ever get a chance to inventory what he had. They owned enough of his life as it was.
He slipped between Edd and his desk, making sure he blocked most of his possessions from her reach. “As long as we don’t fuck up this mission, no one’s going to come knocking. You know just as well as I do that they only care if we get the job done or not. Which makes me wonder if you’re taking that inventory for your own personal use.”
Edd rolled her eyes, unfolding her arms as she headed towards the door. Curiosity over what made the blonde so nervous faded as quickly as it came. She'd gotten what she'd needed in the first glance so there was really no need to needle him further.
"Oh please Nox. No one wants your glorified butter spreaders. I'm pretty sure Nyco has guns that could blow a ship outta the sky. If anyone has inventory I'm interested in it's him - not you." Edd paused at the door debating how helpful she wanted to be before she spoke again.
"Three tips for you newbie. One - don't overestimate the amount of freedom we have here. The moment we become more trouble than we're worth we'll be disposed of. Two - never let someone with cybernetic eyes get a glimpse of something you're trying to hide. And finally on to three - there's ways to conceal things from most scanners used in cybernetics. I could help you modify your stuff... for a price."
lennoxyoung:
Silence fell over them for a moment. Nox’s heart pounded painfully against his chest, the accusation nearly causing him to break out in a cold sweat. When Edd revealed she was only joking, Nox’s eyes narrowed. “Well just make up a few knives for me and call it a day. Most of them are on my person when we’re out and about, and I don’t plan on letting anyone from the Company pat me down so….they’ll never know the difference.”
Not that Nox really believed the Company gave two shits about what weapons the crew had. He knew their deal. “I don’t mean to be a hard ass, but come on. You don’t actually think the Company cares about our inventory, do you? We’re on their side.”
The woman blinked, the only indication that something had changed being a slight shift in her irises as she looked him up and down with her scanner.
“You’re right. This is more c.y.a than anything. If someone comes knocking or has questions I’d like to send them on their way without fuss. We’ve had a bunch of new recruits lately and I don’t want to risk the Company checking up on the lot of you baby bounty hunters and finding what they shouldn’t.” Edd paused, realizing that sounded more than a bit condescending. Ah well. It was true. More important missions meant less chances to fuck up. Fucking up would lead to more oversight. And with a slew of new recruits who weren’t part of a well oiled machine yet there were bound to be plenty of mistakes.
