General > Graveyard
MRS Morey - PBF
Gargulec:
Shioban waited for several seconds before entering. After no danger showed up, she quickly crawled inside. First thing she did there was collecting some cables and other loose parts and putting them in backpack. Noticing sunrise on companion faces, she sighed and explained 'Spare parts. May come in handy.'
Then, she moved towards those of cargo compartments and tried to open them at random.
Malek Deneith:
Hagazi started watching the opposite side to what Vincent was guarding then answered - The BPI... Bloody Poor Infantry, groundpounders that is. Ever heard of Agave? Funny little planet we got there - desert takes some 90% of the surface and we get wars all the time... sometimes it's enough for kid to laugh at some guy visiting in your village as he trips and falls and next week you'll get him, his family, his friends and whoever else armed to teeth and ready to go all 'jihad' on your ass - he spat and continues - Needless to say if you aren't a total wimp you can be almost certain to get drafted if you live there - me, I spent 8 bloody years in Army until I quit.
Xander Morhaime:
What loose parts and wires were available had the look about them that said they weren't parted from their original system peacefully - frayed edges, ripped off plugs, various scrapes and the like.
As far as the storage pods went, their content was mainly personal effects - ID, wallets, toothbrushes, books, PDAs, a toolkit that fell out of its pod as soon as it was opened and opened as it hit the ground, spilling wrenches and pliers all over the ground. Whoever the passengers on this shuttle were, they apparently weren't military sorts.
Gargulec:
Shioban put tool-kit in her backpack.
'Hey, I don't like this hang man' she said loudly, pointing at hanging container 'but I'll be dammed if I won't check it content. So, coul you come closer cover me?'
Then, she moved towards it, and tried to open.
Silhar:
"Much time indeed. You know, Lethaa, a little colony I hail from, is also mainly a desert world - and a constant warzone. We've got some industrial facilities out there - heavy machinery factories - for which roving nomad bands, US buddies and Chinese freaks really go mad at each other. You know, one day you have a walkabout by some settlement, the other day the settlement's gone because of suicide bombers, and two days later there's not even a road you were walking, but there are fucking slant-eyes finishing up poor ragheads. Madness, I tell ya. Before I joined the only normal around here... which was around a decade ago... I was a physican - working with those poor souls who somehow made their way to the firing line, having a walk like this a bit late. Irony, isn't it ?, he explained in response.
"Me, I was supporting the BPI. I went for holidays after an action screwed up, which only I managed to survive - psychic convalescence. Talk about luck...", he frowned and sighed. "Let's keep moving, our Lady needs a hand, it seems."
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