CORPs group (Group 1)

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Who: Loki, Rube Sofer, Morgan Adams, Charlie Prince--NPCs WELCOME!
When: 1st day of Port
Where: LV-426; colony; on the way to the reactor--different path

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[onderhaus]

Rube had mixed feelings about the way they had been grouped; there was something a little uncomfortable in the air, especially after his last encounter with Morgan and Charlie. Oh, sure, things were fine (mostly) between him and Morgan - after a bout of crying (her part) and some food (on his), things usually were right in the world, for him - but Charlie was fingering that gun a little too lovingly earlier, for his taste.

And he didn't know Loki. Loki was just that weird little factor in the equation that threw off the simple answer. The monkey in the works.

Thankfully, however, he had figured out his weapon's On/Off function - that was a good start.

Charlie's comment to Loki was heard, and politely ignored.

"If it's all the same to you three, I think we should get moving. The sooner this is over, the sooner we can leave."

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Kaylee's transmission came through, and Morgan groaned. "Well, that answers your question, Loki. Our colonists are this way, and we'll see them soon enough." A beat. She didn't much trust Charlie not to fire off if something surprised him too much. He had good reflexes, but that could be bad if what jumped out at them happened to be a colonist. "And you heard the lady, boys, unload the bullet magazines and hand them over." While she figured out how to turn on the flame thrower. Didn't take long.

She glanced at Rube a little forlornly; they needed a port with swords.

And normal pistols.

And some booze.

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"And you heard the lady, boys, unload the bullet magazines and hand them over."

Charlie gave a Morgan a subtle glance (mostly because he didn't want her to see him acknowledging her) and turned his eyes to Loki. Well, he would show the wardens what sort of mood he was in, even if he couldn't hurt them. "You heard the lady," he smirked to his companion. He lifted his rifle and pointed it towards the floor.

And began 'unloading' the bullets.

Now, Charlie wasn't dumb. He knew exactly what Morgan meant when she gave the command. Still, he preferred fanning the flames for concern between her and Rube. 'Sides, it seemed to him they had enough extra clips of ammunition to spare. There was no problem in spendin' a little of it to redecorate the room.