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MRS Morey - PBF
Malek Deneith:
- I got one question for you doctor: Are. You. Dead. Already? - Hagazi asked, and then continued not giving Vincent time to respond - 'Cause if you're not then shut up, straighten up and start preparing for a fight. You and you too... - his finger pointed at Doc and then moved to Shioban - ...you're both supposed to be marines, so start acting the part - if you'd get sent as a part of regular unit to fight, would you get to break down and cry if the enemy was stronger? Hell no! As long as we still breathe it means these sonuvabitches, whoatever they are didn't get us, as long as we can move our arms, we can defend ourselves, and as long as we *don't give up* there still might be a chance to get off of this forsaken planet.
Xander Morhaime:
Bob, who'd been sitting quietly for a little while now, spoke up, clearing his throat.
"Would this be a good time to point out that we might potentially have at our disposal a lab full of experimental weaponry, food to last a whole colony for several months, and at least a month to get the technical matters sorted out for the arrival of the next carrier?" he said. "I mean... You people are marines, aren't you? According to all the promo vids about you, this kind of stuff should be your daily bread and all. Come on, with my knowledge of the colony and your guns, I'm sure it won't be too bad..."
Gargulec:
'Quite a speech, lieutenant admitted Shioban. Then, she turned towards the civilian. 'So, where do we turn off the defence grid? Also, you mentioned 'experimental weaponry', right?'
Xander Morhaime:
"Security tower control room, and... security tower labs, and maybe one of the workshops in engineering," Bob replied with a shrug.
Silhar:
Not responding to Hagezi's empassioned speech (the only reaction was a mocking smile on his lips and a cold stare, like he wanted to say "Not dead... YET."), Doc started whistling silently. It sounded kinda like "Smoke On The Water". Whistling, yet Doctor wouldn't admit it directly, really helped him in getting rid of distress.
After a while, he spoke.
"So, our next stop is... ?", he asked, hanging his voice, awaiting for a response.
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