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[color=FireBrick][h3]Captain Piper[/h3][/color]
[color=FireBrick]Level[/color]: 1
[color=FireBrick]day/time[/color]: day 3 - evening 
[color=FireBrick]Location[/color]: Forest of Skyrim
[color=FireBrick]Word count[/color]: 1048
[color=FireBrick]Interacting with[/color]: [@Zarkun], [@Holy Soldier], [@Mattchstick], [@Lugubrious]
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After her little speech the final member of their group introduced himself. With Vent she had assumed was a military man but with this gentleman there was no doubt. Heavy body armor, a massive rifle and a professional salut had made this clear before he even got to his rank and specialisation. Also, everything he said pretty much made sense, which was a nice change and fit with her perception that this was a team made up of individuals who had dealt with some pretty extraordinary stuff over the course of their lives. She was thankful that none of the others seemed to be as insane as the boss, though whether Vent and Ruben where the kind to follow orders no matter how absurd remind to be seen. 

They then all had to then sit though the boss’s analysis of them, Azura was spared seeing as she had declined to introduce herself, Vent’s feedback was as confusing as his own speech had been (what was japan, let alone a sex doll?) and Ruben’s formal military attitude was immediately shot down which she imagined might annoy him. As for herself, after the boss failed to recognise any of her carefully chosen feminine aesthetics other than her vocal pitch, he proceeded to show what might have been touching concern for her wellbeing where it not for the blindingly obvious and patronising nature of his advice. Still, she might as well alleviate any concerns on her running out of fuel:

[color=FireBrick]I have coal to last me a few days, so it should be fine. Up in space water is a bigger issue for us than fuel, we actually use it as currency, but down here that problem is alleviated by, well, it laying all over the place.[/color]

As she relayed this information the santa hatted steambot patted a rather small cloth sack hanging from her belt that presumably held her vital fuel supply. Nobody had much of an opportunity to respond to the subsequent bequeathing of nicknames however, (hers making her sound like a robot that was fueled by femininity, the rest getting ones just as bizarre and/or unflattering) as they were all distracted from conversing by the sudden appearance and subsequent rapid disappearance of a screaming man. Which was very weird, peticularly seeing as he seemed to be part of the group they were supposed to be meeting. While the boss attempted to console he with more patronisation she figured it out, resulting in a clang as she facepalmed. 

[color=FireBrick]”They think I’m one of the ‘steel gods’”[/color] she groaned, unaware that most of the party had already silently come to this conclusion. By the time she removed her three fingered claw from her line of sight the Stormcloaks had sent out their response to the perceived threat: 10 men and woman armed with thick armor and melee weapons, which struck her as odd. While she had fought both against and alongside bots willing to use melee combat they were all insane (apart from that one gorilla shaped one who was just an ass) and none fought without some kind of firearm armed backup. Did they not have that option or where they just crazy. This far from home, who could say? 

The manchild the increasingly incompetent seeming council had put in charge of the mission’s first response to this misunderstanding was to fight the warriors now legging up the hill towards them. He didn’t even have any weapons, what was he going to do, wrestle with the heavily armed and armored warriors to the ground and then slap some sense into them? Have them all do the same? That was ridiculous Piper thought. After all only the sofar unnamed (she refused to use the bosses nickname even internally) other woman of the group had a weapon that gave her an edge in melee similar to their the axe and sword wielding aggressors. Barring any unseen backup melee weapons the others might have like her brass knuckle, gunning down the incoming troops was all their arms were good for, and unlike with bots they couldn't just stick the confused nords back together later and then explain things. Still, Piper was not someone familiar with fighting people that listened to reason, and so she saw little other choice than attempting to take their accidental foes down nonlethally despite how stupid that felt. What felt equally stupid was that he decided now was a good time to come up with a team name. Shure, he couldn't actually do anything till the Stormcloaks got here, but  that didn't mean talking about that now didn’t feel off. His name suggestion certainly did not help in that regard. 

[color=FireBrick]”Just Crew will do fine Boss. I’ll try and break some of their weapons ‘for they reach us.”[/color] 

Pipe had been lining up her first shot which she intended to use to start carefully decapitating the warrior's axe heads with well aimed snipes to the shafts when she was interrupted by Azura’s stunning serenade of an introduction and her call for peace. It was here first experience of magic and the song left her awestruck in addition to intended effects. She slowly lowered her blacksmith sniper to her side, thoughts of violence forgotten, as she just had to stand there and take in the spellbinding performance. 

It was Vent who drew her back to reality and to the threat before them with his reinforcement of Azura’s speech. Good to see she had been wrong about him, but it did mean she now felt like a hypocrite. To his words she added:

[color=FireBrick]”I assure you, I am not your enemy, and I am not one of these ‘steel gods’ your leader told the council about. I’m actually mainly made of copper, bronze and brass”[/color] 

Seeing as here appearance was the cause of the confusion she did her best to look unthreatening, holstering her revolver, backing off slightly and then raising her hands up in the air in order to show her unarmed state. The materials rundown she gave may have felt out of place, but she hoped the strangeness of the inclusion of the additional information would help them change their perception of her, moving her into a separate mental box from the one the ‘steel gods’ where in.