[25.00: Weapons gone]

[psychoticracer]

[A bump and rustle. Seems as though the comm got turned on accidentally.

The tap of fingers drumming restlessly, quick and uneven, as if the nervous energy gets away from him now and then. He starts to mutter, his Noble accent coming through thick]

Mardammit sonova goddamn bitch, let me have 'em while I can't fucking use 'em, swear to fucking

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[screwyoubob]

Hi! Another new voice! I'm Baijznyherglert'allalax Sempotyllallalligrfturg, hi!

[psychoticracer]

Too many Mardamned new names and voices on this ship.

Speaking of which, I think you stole ten other people's syllables for your name... ought to shorten that to something that doesn't give a Crab Head time to gut you before you finish saying it.

[screwyoubob]

Huh? The rest of the crew calls me 'that mechanic' or 'the mechanic' or 'you' or 'B'.

What's your name?

[psychoticracer]

Erol.

Commander Erol if you're being fancy. Suppose it hardly matters at the moment though. No bloody men OR firepower.

[screwyoubob]

Commandererol, that's a nice name!

[psychoticracer]

....

[Sigh. Why does he end up talking to the Special ones]

No, "Commander" is a military title. Almost like Captain. It's not part of my name.

My first name is Erol. My family name is Kadir.

Erol. Kadir.

That's it.

[screwyoubob]

Commandererolkadir!

[psychoticracer]

[siiiigh]

If you MUST string it all together.