[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.

[electronichound]

Hello, Erol.

[psychoticracer]

...........

What do you want.

[If someone knows him very, very well, they might think he sounds a little... uncertain of himself. But that's silly. Erol's never been unconfident in his life, and he certainly wouldn't show it if he was]

[electronichound]

And how are we feeling today?

[psychoticracer]

Define "we." I know how I am. Wouldn't know how you are. Or care.

Unless you happen to be in pain, discomfort or other brand of suffering, in which case I'm quite interested.

[thiefshonor]

So, you're out, are you?

[psychoticracer]

Mm hmm.

[thiefshonor]

Heh.

And here I was, about to do somethin' real foolish about it.

[psychoticracer]

Ah, were you now.

Nice to know you care, I suppose. Or that releasing me would have pissed someone else off.

One's as good as the other.

[waywardassassin]

Someone's angry.

[psychoticracer]

.....

Severely annoyed.

[waywardassassin]

But definitely not angry. Oh no, not you.

[psychoticracer]

*chuckle*

Of course not, I am a paragon of patience and good will.

[psychoticracer]

Nah.

Indisposed.

Give me a few weeks, we'll meet for te'keeya. I know I need it.

[psychoticracer]

They rumbled correctly, odd as that may be.

Fill you in over a very, very stiff drink.