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Stars & Salvage PBF - IC Thread
Xander Morhaime:
"Recitation: I am responsible for maintaining the smooth functioning of all ship subsystems on the Blue Crow, and as such have access to all control routines. Furthermore, if precision control is required, I can take over gunnery of a number of the ship weapon systems or handle evasive maneuvers. Proud statement: I also possess a number of other skills, but for various reasons the previous crew were not willing to indulge me in their use," Carrion rattled off.
"Is there anything else you wish to know?"
UltimateChaos:
"Rest assured Carrion, I am quite interested in... " Dr. Shelder glances at his companions and corrects himself. "We are interested in your full capabilities and will surely utilize them in the near future."
"Tell me, just what sort of skills went unappreciated by the former crew? Members of my group have expressed interest in this ship's history, so feel free to share what you would like about the former owners."
Gargulec:
'Sorry, but I think I'll just try to take some rack time now...' muttered Elizabeth, picking up her bag again, and descending from the bridge.
Making her way through the dimly lit corridors of the destroyer, she reached her appointed cabin. With a sigh of relief, she opened the door, and slipped inside.
The room was pretty bare, furnished with little more than narrow bunk, a steel locker and worn down table, but compared to some other place in which she had the questionable pleasure of spending her rack time, it could be almost considered luxurious. She did not have to share it with fellow soldiers, for one.
Slowly, she begun to unpack her luggage. To the locker went her rifle and armour, along with sealed box of ammunition. Autopistol, properly locked and unloaded landed on the able, next to a stray magazine for it. She dug deeper in the bag, unearthing of more personal importance. Box of various mementos from years past, Bronze Star wrapped in grey package paper, holo of what appeared to be her family.
Yes, she was a sentimental person to the bone.
Finally, she stuffed her now empty bag beneath the bed. Mere seconds later, she was in deep sleep.
Xander Morhaime:
"Proud statement: I believe I could handle precise medical operations quite adeptly. I have spent some time honing my skills with high-output lasers for mining purposes, and I am quite confident that scaling down to a laser scalpel and a different target would not be a problem," Carrion went on. "Additional: The previous crew would not let me participate in the preparation of food either. I cannot see why, as from what I observed the process is not difficult at all, and in fact looks inefficient and could be streamlined..."
Malek Deneith:
- "Err... thanks Carrion, we'll think about it." - Doran tried his best to keep a poker face - "In the meantime, how about we take the ship out for a test run?"
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