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[color=silver][b]Sterling Johnson[/b]

"Heard about that one, actually."[/color] Up strode the one-armed wonder of the crew in all of his rugged, smirking glory, doubtlessly mirthful eyes hidden behind his weather-and-locale-appropriate aviators. His arm was freshly polished and coated to resist any potential wear-and-tear from sea spray or underwater combat (basically paranoia, but it never hurt to be doubly sure about these things), and his blue bomber jacket was casually slung over a shoulder to reveal black tank and bronzing muscle beneath.

[color=silver]"Apparently there's a rumor the midshipmen spread around that she's memorized the contents of every MRE they serve here. Wild shit if it's true. How's the drink looking down there?"[/color] he asked, before those brown shades were turned to gaze upon a smoldering ponytail of orange.

[color=silver]"And what's Boss Hottie's issue?"[/color]