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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil raised an eyebrow in surprise at Sayeeda downing her glass in one go. He'd not seen her fight yet, but from her mannerisms, the way she aimed, and how she drank...She was a hard woman. He lucked out, he thought to himself. Most captains wouldn't be so casual yet still commanded the respect she seemed to (or were as hot). He obliged and followed her example, downing his glass in one shot and feeling his sinuses clear in a satisfying way.

"Ah," he breathed, enjoying the punch of the flavor. "Yeah that's me, chock full of a good idea." Neil poured more into his glass. Once she mentioned they might need to go back to Gorlan, he shook his head. "Don't worry. Plenty of bounties to get or shipments to run. Hell, we could piss a few pirates off at us, and once they decide to go after the Highlander we could blow them up and scavenge what's left of their ships. After the way we worked together back there, I think we'll do ok in ship to ship combat."

He finished his next glass after a few hardy sips. The young man might be slim, but he had a tough constitution. Many men who'd fought him in the war hand to hand found out he was much tougher than he looked, even if he lacked a bit of discipline. "Hunting Xenos, selling scraps, transporting refugees, finding new places to colonize for companies looking to expand..." He let his voice trail off as he allowed the idea to fill her head.

"We can do whatever we want. 'Long as we got this ship and both of us working to our strengths. I say just take along whatever job is closest." Neil ran a hand through his thick hair and fell back onto the cushioned back of the bench, leisurely sipping his third glass. "I'd start thinking on what we could do for fun around here."

He let his own thought drift. "Other than building shit."
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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

The average imperial guard does think the Sisters of Battle are cute until the women rear their head back all dainty like to scream and rush headlong into combat. Idk what the guard's problem is, though.
#relationship goals

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

They can't even wear the Mark VII Power Armour. They have NO business in warfare! Those boots with that helmet? Tacky af

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

My kinda news article.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I think it's got to do with the monetization factor. I'm certain people would buy hard hitting news, but why sell one piece of hard hitting news when you could sell 5 pieces of Trump being dumb?

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Roight. We got some liquor in the cold compartment back in the number 2 hold. Near tha life suppo' systems."

Neil was at this point near the main cargo bay, and when he heard AVLN give the news of where it was, he spun without hesitation and headed toward where he believed the wires fed to the life support. He felt the rumble of the engines as he grew closer, and there was little in this universe more comforting to Neil than the thrum of a ship. Particularly once it entered hyperspace, and he was very anxious to see how this ship sounded in 10 minutes. Each ship had a different voice, after all.

"Got a tad trigger happy," he admitted when he found to compartment. Neil undid the latch and opened it up, the cold rushing out and giving his skin goosebumps. Inside was more liquor than he had initially suspected. Seems Gorlan's lackey's had stocked it up but hadn't had the chance to unload their treats. Not that Neil was complaining. He hadn't had any of the drink since he'd been on Fortus. "Odd that a single pirate got that cocky, even if I've met a few." A few that were that stupid, he meant.

He lifted up one of the bottles as he spoke, and grinned. It was a minute later when Neil found himself in the main hold on the circular cushioned bench that rolled around a desk where crew members would either dine together, arm wrestle, play cards, what have you. He'd found a few unbroken glasses in the sectional drawer built into the wall, and placed two drinking glasses down and kicked back on one side, the bottle of liquor in the center.

Briefly, he wondered if Sayeeda planned on them gunrunning or bounty hunting around a neighboring system, and thought not for the first time if he should inform her of Saxon. Well, maybe he would. But later. Right now they had a job to do, and he was also attached to the ship already. She might boot him off without thinking, even if that meant she was stranded on some backwater planet with a prize she couldn't deliver back to Gorlan.
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KUNG FU

This seems neat

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Dax is going to be firing at number 8, and if he goes down and there's a way to cross, 7'll get the axe >:)

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Will be caught up by tonight.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Once the ship was back in alignment, Neil turned on the radar and had Lonney do a sweep of the area to make sure there would be no more surprises. Once AVLN got back to him in a timely fashion, he gave an attractive yet pleased laugh. Sayeeda wouldn't have seen, but he smiled happily, looking like the cat that got the cream. "Nothing like fucking someone up to make your day better, eh Lonney?"

"I wouldn't ken, lad. Not seen a scrap before."

"Well get used it, that's an order."

"Aye!"

"I take it you have some space combat experience? Perhaps gained in some military?" Sayeeda asked from the gunport, her voice deceptively mild.

"Not really," he admitted without flair, shifting gears in the ship so they'd get out of here a bit faster. "Most of my military experience was planet side. I piloted a Valkyrie Mech I made during the rebellion." He decided he'd kick back and relax a bit, putting his hands behind his head as he thought back to Fortus those years ago. He'd been gone three years but sometimes he couldn't tell if it seemed like yesterday or a lifetime ago.

"I was doing great until a few...complication arose, and we lost the war. It was after that I learned space flight. Had a Varidian pilot show me the ropes in his rich benefactor's hanger while I fixed a few of the ships in there. Of course, the lord didn't enjoy knowing I was taking his ships out for joy rides and I had to make a swift exit. But I'm used to swift exits by now, so it wasn't any huge deal."

He suddenly realized he was thirsty, and seeing as they had a minute left before they could set up the R.I.P. drive he decided to remedy the situation. "I'mma get a drink, you want a drink?" He asked her. "Lonney, you want a drink?"

"I don'-"

"Don't answer that."
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