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Tserv had done a myriad of different things since he went off on his own, and following the directions of a poster wasn't the wierdest. Upon meeting his new Captain he was starting to view the situation differently. But he did not judge the seeming youth at face value, there was no telling the true worth of a man at mere appearance. A similar response could be made of his ship. Tricking the enemy was not a bad strategy, though he wasn't used to quite so obvious ploys.

His reason for applying was easy, the Runner wasn't a new ship, and keeping it in shape was not an easy task on his own. Especially when the last couple of years had seen him more of a wanted man than before.
The young man and his straw made the former Nhliki soldier sit in amazement before bursting into laughter. The young man was clearly insane, and all the more than he seemed.

He started to leave the robot-filled bar to join the other accepted pirates of Arron's crew on the typhoon. Where his Runner had apparently already been taken. He then got and answered the question most would have had initially.[color=fff200] Tserv Diaahk, Gehestl[/color] he said, grinning at the human before putting on his helmet again.
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Standing together with people he would soon call comrades made Tserv nostalgic, however insufficient his comrades to be seemed at the moment. Arron's explanation of the situation wasn't that bad, though extremely inefficient, something Arms corrected. His new nickname... Did fit his past, and it made Tserv's blood boil. He was unsure if the captain had any idea, if he did he'd have a simple argument with him. One that ended with a spike through a body.

As they rose up through the atmosphere "Serve" ran to his Runner on the hangar deck and back, fixing his tail and bringing his trusty rifles. If he wasn't going to hunt the fighters in the void, he'd make sure they knew he could just as well pull his weight in the boarding. He loaded the suit with an injection and joined the others in the boarding-tube, arriving as they were merrily arguing their plan ahead.

[Color=fff200]-I'm assault and lockdown. If they let me close I'll have them alive.[/color] the big Nhlik said through his speakers as he walked past most of the group to stand at the front with the other, hopefully heavy armored, boarders. His tail flicked over his shoulder in jerky motions, his brain working to remember the feel of it.
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