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IC - Kelezaag:

 

"Fresh meat, huh? Don't entice me, pirate." The Mantis had sidled up beside the pair, having entered the mess a while ago to relieve herself of that universal pang of hunger, to which all were subject. She had, of course, had soup again. Kelezaag was not one for taking risks when it came to food, though she had been tempted to bring a stock of real food aboard, last time they had been at a station without being shot at long enough for her to do so. She couldn't seem to remember exactly when that had been. As for her comment, she was, of course, referencing the tendency of Mantis to eat those they killed.

 

She didn't actually eat humans, though she had no moral qualms about it, or any silly human sentiments to that effect. She simply didn't like the meat; it was too lean and muscular for her tastes. All the fat, juicy humans were locked up in the colonies. She wasn't sure why the superior humans defended them. They clearly didn't raise them for food, as anyone could see by the treatment of cannibals amongst humans. It was a mystery, she decided, that would have to go unsolved.

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Unification Day, August 14th, 94 ALT

 

"Most sane men would be out drinking right now, General." The Colonel stood out on a balcony, the openness of space being kept back only by a dome of transparent metal. It was a gorgeous view... or would be, if not for the ships and stations that surrounded the planet. They were all in various stages of decay and destruction, the planet still reeling from the Invasion. The Earth itself was still dark, the ash and smoke floating in ominous clouds. Scientists said it'd settle in a few more months, though it'd continue to cause health problems for some time more.

 

"Most would, aye." General Talos came up beside her, peering down on the planet. "We should be celebrating, celebrating the day we came together as a species to better ourselves and commit ourselves not to die on this little planet."

 

"Lot of people thinking we should have stayed on this little planet."

 

"It'll pass." Talos turned, motioning for the Colonel to follow. "You've seen your ship?"

 

"The Kestrel, aye. She'll be a fine ship, when she's finished."

 

"State of the art weapons, computer systems, and long-range sustainability." The General smiled to himself, the two stepping into an elevator. "More importantly, though, small enough to evade attention. Your FTL signature will only last a few hours before dissipating. Slippery enough for the cargo you need to carry."

 

"Of course sir."

 

"Not very talkative today, I see." The General raised an eyebrow. "You sure you don't need a drink?"

 

"Drinking doesn't solve my problems sir."

 

"Spoil sport." The two left the elevator, heading towards a conference room. "What happened to the Lt. Colonel I knew, the one who'd drink men under the table?"

 

"I visited Mexico City sir."

 

"I see." The General dropped the conversation, a door hissing open to reveal a long table, and a motly mix of officers present. They all stood at attention, the General nodding and directing the Colonel's attention. "Your command officers, Colonel. Lt. Colonel Sophie Chastain, though I hear you've already met."

 

"We've known each other a while, yes."

 

"Major William Daniels." Talos motioned at the man. "Former member of the Archangel crew, weapons specialist. Held out valiantly during the Invasion, took down at least twenty Mantis bombers."

 

"The ship did most of the work, sirs." the man replied with a grin.

 

"Mm." The General motioned at a pink-haired woman. "Major Estelle Walker, your flight commander. Shot down over the Nile and crashed outside of Cairo, took plenty of the bugs out before she did though."

 

The woman also smiled, extending a hand. "It's a pleasure ma'am."

 

The Colonel shook it, then looked further down the table. "Harken, I see you could join us."

 

"Ah, yes, your sargent. Staff Sargent Kenshin Harken, protected the governor of Gaia until an evac could be made. Doesn't look like much by himself, but he's got himself a suit of power armor that can tear Mantis in two."

 

"So you're my command staff." Ojeda gave the group a sweeping look, then settled down in a chair. "Well, you best know what you're getting into. You've all seen the Kestrel; she's going be under construction for the better part of a year. Her mission, is to carry vital and sensitive cargo and information to the Zoltan Homeworlds. You all know the intelligence reports, the Mantis manufacturing capabilities far outstrip our own. Without a superweapon on our side, we will be overrun both in troops and armor."

 

"So what's the superweapon?" Daniels asked.

 

"I don't know." The Colonel gave a faint smile. "Not sure General Talos even knows. All I know is that with Zoltan science, our cargo will turn the war around. It'll be a long trip, across alien and unchartered space. The risk of failure is high, but we're soldiers, we don't care. Our job is to make this work. First order of business, logistics. Major Walker, I'll need you to monitor..."

 

The Present

 

Ojeda watched Chastain's silence carefully, deciding that she might have pushed the wrong button. "Punching bag's set up in the rec room. Work it off."

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"He looks pretty healthy for someone who's been in stasis for five years; at least, I think that's what happened." Vincent shuddered at the thought of entering some kind of pod, closing your eyes, and being awakened to a world radically different than what you knew a moment ago.

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"Yeah, it is. I dunno, I think the pod was in the medbay. If so, perhaps it was hooked up to devices keeping him healthy."

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IC [Dorian]

 

Hey Ashley. For the first time in a while, Dorian's voice popped up. I just figured out how to decrease FTL particle decay by at least fifteen percent, could revolutionize power generation. Also who's the newguy-oh a rebel ok.

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"In short, my English Lit friend, living in a mental world of absolute rights and wrongs, may be imagining that because all theories are wrong, the earth may be thought spherical now, but cubical next century, and a hollow icosahedron the next, and a doughnut shape the one after." -Isaac Asimov, responding to a letter he had received saying that scientific certainty was false, The Relativity of Wrong

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Chastain stood and made to leave, but the Lieutenant Colonel stopped with one foot out the door and half-turned. "You know...I heard about Skinter's resignation," she said quietly. "We all used to think it'd be you."

 

"Me what?"

 

"Y'know. That ran off with a stripper. Christian and I put a bet on it once, just when I got transferred to the Heron. Skinter...Leto would probably think that was the goddamn greatest thing he'd ever heard." The thought had put a wan smile on Sophie's face. She tapped the door's frame twice, softly, and put her other foot out the door too.

 

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"I wouldn't know. I suppose waking up spatially and temporally dislocated would weird anybody out."

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"Okay, now I feel bad about talking about him behind his back. We really should invite them over once he gets his food."

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For science!


(Literally, it means "For knowledge", but it can be taken as "For science")


 


 


 

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IC [Colonel Ojeda]

 

The woman watched her Lt. Colonel go, the door automatically hissing shut behind her. The Colonel gave it a few moments of silence, slowly putting her feet up on the newly cleared table and retrieving her drink.

 

"Maybe once upon a time," she muttered, downing it in one go. She slid the glass away and pulled her necklace out, a simple little cross made from supermetal. On its back was etched a date, 5/20/94. "Not anymore."

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"In short, my English Lit friend, living in a mental world of absolute rights and wrongs, may be imagining that because all theories are wrong, the earth may be thought spherical now, but cubical next century, and a hollow icosahedron the next, and a doughnut shape the one after." -Isaac Asimov, responding to a letter he had received saying that scientific certainty was false, The Relativity of Wrong

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IC: Ashley

 

Oh, Hi Dorian, it's been a while. That's what you've been doing all this time? It sounded awfully boring to Ashley, especially since she shared memories with Dorian and technically had the knowledge to do the same thing, she just had no desire to.

 

Well that's neat, but isn't that kind of boring after...hours?

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Had nothing better to do. Kinda boring already, being stuck up here.

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Ashley, I see everything you see. It doesn't quite work.

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"Could if you want. I'm fine with either possibility; if he doesn't come, we can always stop by to see him a little later." The Weapons Officer replied, following after her with his hands in his pockets.

 

"Which would you prefer?"

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"Let's get him... I don't want him cooped up in the room all day. Plus, he loves going to see Souper." She said with a grin, grabbing his hand and quickly hurrying to her room.

 

A few moments later they arrived at her room and retrieved a, more than estatic, Spot. The large slug dog happily woofed as he padded down the hall, already heading toward the kitchen.

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IC: Souper Saladd

 

So as usual everything went....less that stellar.  The party had erupted in death and mayhem while he'd been tucked away in the ship's kitchen, they'd evac'd and now everything was mostly stable. Yay.  Despite that, he was still on fresh food duty and xhe had no intention of going off duty any time soon.  Today was going to be a good day to cook.  And his first order of the "afternoon" or whatever functional time it was for the crew, not that xhe actually slept often.  As a slug, you'd think that xhe'd need to sleep several hours a day to deal with the mental strain, but no, Souper had no time for sleep when xhe had a whole list of hungry crewmen bothering the chef at ungodly hours.  So the rebel from a farming world wanted a Hamburger.  Nodding to the Cardean, The Slug Chef quickly started work on the hamburger, staring directly into the human's eyes until they looked away.  Yes, must keep the tradition of keeping the humans uncomfortable.  Souper blinked a few times and regained mental footing, scanning the ship for what was to come.  Ah.  Spot.  The doggie door that only opened up for spot opened up as the slug dog entered the kitchen, corralled in a corner until Souper could deal with him.  

 

Finishing the burger quickly, Souper rang the bell and chimed, "Order up, Caldean.  Eat some FARM FRESH food" xhe said, moving back to the kitchen proper as xhe bent down and stroked the slug dog, the soft texture of its skin calming to the much larger, not canine slug thing.  Sighing, xhe went into the kitchen's back and grabbed a big kale "steak", throwing it over to Spot, "Eat this and go back to Estelle.  Now." xhe said, as the slug dog left the room. Estelle would be here soon and she always ordered the oddest things.

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IC: Souper Saladd

 

Blanching at the thought of deep-frying so much fish, or rather fish and pseudo-fish, Souper sighed and relented, going to the back and getting all of the food she requested as deep fried as a Kentucky Born Retiree's heart.  After fifteen minutes, the food was done and the Slug Chef put them together as artfully as possible, giving her a side of ketchup, mustard, and every other dipping sauce xhe had available.  "Order up, Cat-lady."

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Smirking a little, he waved off her compliment.  Xhe was the ONLY slug chef she knew.  Yawning, the slug went back into the rear of the kitchen, sitting down.  Who was going to order something next?

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"S-souper?"

 

Having realized that the chef was in, Vincent needed to take care of this. Waving goodbye to Wulf, Kel, and Gaven, he went to approach the slug chef.

 

"How do I say this... I was really hungry as I missed breakfast today to fix, you know, the usual. Just that there was a lot of it. So I came in here, didn't see you, but there was this plate of food-it looked like some sort of food you would find in the Southeastern US,maybe Louisiana or something; do they call it 'gumbo'?-Anyways, it was just sitting there on a table. I ate almost all of it before I noticed the 'Do not eat' note next to it. I panicked, as I had possibly just stolen somebody's lunch, so I tried to make up for it by baking some baozi, but I... I ended up making a mess, as you may or may not know. Sorry." Vincent's head hung low.

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"Hey Ashley, Roland, come sit over here!" Gaven called as he raised his hand and waved.

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"My name is Errogaven, though I go by Gaven. Nice to meet you," Gaven said as he held out his hand to shake.

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IC: [ Wulf Kharon ] - UFS Kestrel / Deck 3 / Mess hall

The gargantuan privateer unsmilingly downed the last of his burrito, then took the three empty soda cans and smashed them into disks, which he tossed into a nearby garbage disposal unit. The paperback and tablet computer, he bundled together and moved aside to make more room for the others at the table.

"I'm Wulf. Wulf Kharon."

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Just as Souper had said, Estelle soon arrived in the mess hall, along with William and Spot. She waved to the assorted crew members at the table before grinning at Souper.

 

"Thanks for giving Spot a treat, you big ol' Softy."

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IC: Souper Saladd

 

Shrugging, the slug chef slugged away, going back to the front as apparently the chef had another customer.  "Oh, that." Souper said, sighing, "No matter.  I already cleaned it up.  But if you break into my kitchen while I am not here ever again, Vincent, I will cut off part of you in your sleep and feed it to you.  You will eat it voluntarily because it will smell like the best thing you have ever eaten, and you won't realize what you've done until ITS TOO LATE."  Souper said, yawning and moving away, "...are you hungry in the meantime?  I can cook if needed."

 

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