A Curious Collection: Part 1

[Jay Fuller]

Bellforge
June 2, 2517 - Beaumonde
7:41 AM Local Time
4:19 AM A.S.T

Jay walked along the small path, glad for the cool of the morning. He had never really been someone who enjoyed hot weather, and unfortunately it was that time of season on Beaumonde. Above him, air traffic screamed ahead, breaking the silence of the morning. Not that he minded, he was used to it by now. Luckily, the outpost he was at was in a rather isolated part of the city so there weren't many people. Jay wasn't extremely fond of crowds. Most people hated and avoided the industrial section of the city. Come to think of it, it wasn't Jay's ideal living situation either, but he didn't mind. It was better than Persephone, really. The outpost was rather sparse, there were buildings, but not many. The largest building, in the center, was the main building where Jay was headed. Over his shoulders lay a thin, gray jacket that reached down to his knees, it was mostly just a windbreaker. Under it was the white medic’s uniform that he had been asked to wear. Over his shoulder was the small satchel that held his medical supplies.

He had come to Beaumonde in search of work about two and a half months ago, and after a couple weeks he met a man named Longstreet who hired him as a doctor. He didn’t mind the work, in fact he got paid a pretty decent wage. It was hard to believe, though, that only a few months before he had been living on Paquin with his parents and now he had been to two different planets – Persephone and now here. That was more than anyone in his family had done.

Jay passed through town, into the center of the main building. Longstreet had requested that Jay give him a bi-weekly blood check. Jay would have advised him that it was a bit excessive, that only once a week would do the trick, but he knew enough not to ask questions. He did the job, he got paid. Simple as that.

There weren’t many people in the main building, Jay saw. Hell, there was hardly anyone in the outpost as it was. Only two people sat about. Jay nodded to them as he passed. He was sort of well known around here now. As the only medic around he had encountered almost everyone here at some point or another. The area was small, a sort of crude building, but it served its purpose. Jay stood in the center of the building, looking about to see if Longstreet was around.

[Bishop Morse]

Longstreet


Longstreet had been at the office early that morning. He needed to be, as he had some things to take care of early in the morning. Particularly he needed to make sure that the mornings requisitions were all in order. It was a day when there weren’t many people going to be at the post, though given the usual day that wasn’t much. However on the ride over he’d received the unsettling news that the Federals had been doing their jobs a bit too specifically. This bothered Longstreet since he had no idea specifically what the damage was. He feared that they had found a reason to come knocking on the door of the post. However he’d heard from the ‘lieutenant’ that it had been at a hotel farther out in the city. So he went to the post just the same. He had landed just before 7:30 and walked right in to his office. When he got in, he got word immediately from the Lieutenant. When he heard about the full details, he was put a bit at ease. However he was still a bit concerned by it. In either case it was his time for a check up on his health. His age was getting in his way at time, and he knew he was having some medical troubles, having been in for surgery a few times. Of course he wasn’t dying or anything serious, but he felt it important to ensure that his health was in a good way.

He made the call for the new facility medical practitioner, Fuller, to come and meet him in the parlor of the main building. He got another call from Carl and got more details about what had happened. The loss wasn’t really much of that it turned out. As far as he could tell the only thing they’d lost was a local gang who was brought in on and off depending on what was needed by to keep the lower class trash from rioting and robbing. Jobs weren’t particularly scarce, but sometimes people saw opportunities at Longstreet’s post, and he was never particularly open to them. This was a business enterprise, and a multi world enterprise, so there wasn’t much that could be done.

After a few minutes he got up from his desk and walked over to the door of his office. Opening it up he stepped down the stairs heading towards the parlor. He knew his property very well, and took some time getting down the stairs. When he came down the stairs he could see the medical practitioner already there. ”Mr. Fuller. He said walking over towards him. Longstreet had very straight posture, and he held his hand out towards the door to the parlor which was just beside the main entrance. ”Come inside, please.” He said walking inside. The parlor wasn’t very large. A few tables and chairs. There was a bar, and a cortex screen in he back left corner. Longstreet sat down in a chair. This was typically just a blood test, and a tissue monitor to make sure that he was still living right. It wasn’t that inconvenient, it tended to be routine now. He just thought that if he had the money to do this, he may as well be cautious.

[Jay Fuller]

"Hello, sir!" Jay said cheerily, nodding. He followed his boss into the parlor. This room was quite familiar to Jay now, it was were they went most of the time to do these little blood checks. He sat down across the table from Longstreet, and set his medical case down. He opened it up and held back a grimace. It was awfully outdated. It was the same one he used in medical school a year ago, but it worked well enough. It had all the basics. He reminded himself to buy a new one soon. He pulled out the small syringe that was used to test and draw blood.

"How are you doing today, sir?" he asked, making small talk. Jay wasn't fond of sitting in silence, and he liked talking to people even if he didn't know them very well. He also figured it was helpful to retain at least a somewhat decent relationship with the man he was employed to. Being quite and silent probably wasn't the best way to keep a good relationship with, anyway.

He pulled out a small bleach-towelette package, opened it, and wiped the needle down so it was sterile. Every time he smelled the bleach he flashed back to his lessons in med school about the awful diseases that could be passed around from not sterilizing needles. Granted, he remembered his professor exaggerating everything. His favorite moment was how apparently a friend of the professor ended up getting some STD from an unclean needle. Most of the class thought it was a lie, but it got the point across.

"Alright," he said, "I'll need your arm." He figured that Longstreet would know what to do by now, it was as simple as hold out your arm, get poked, and get results. However, Jay just said it out of habit.

[Bishop Morse]

Longstreet


Longstreet did not return the smile, he didn’t often return them. Typically only with those of the military or higher up corporate types, because they absolutely needed to see illusions like that. Today Longstreet didn’t feel there was a large amount to be smiling about however, as he had a lot happening on that day, and things that were going on in space that were leading him to be in less then high spirits. Regardless, he didn’t tend to take it out on other people. ”Difficult sort of morning.” Longstreet responded to the question of how he was doing. It wasn’t anything to do with his health, so he hoped the doctor wouldn’t ask that. But he was having a rather strained start to a day, especially since it was so early.

Longstreet pulled the sleeve up on the left arm of his coat. He tended to have these done with his left arm, as he didn’t like the risk of having some mistake happen to his right arm. Even though the new medical practitioner had not given him any reason to doubt his abilities, and with his medical training there wasn’t likely to ever be a problem, Longstreet knew when it was necessary to take precautions, and this was just one of them. He held his left arm out, ready for what was to come. He was rather cooperative with these sorts of things. Where as other people that came from the same place as him might be a bit more belligerent about this sort of thing, he just saw it as another thing that had to be done. ”There was trouble at a hotel downtown, apparently some ours were arrested.” He said elaborating a bit on what was happening. He expected a question to arise in a bit about it, and he presumed that explaining some of it might be a good idea.

[Jay Fuller]

"Yeah, I know how that is," Jay responded. He brought the needle up to eye-level to make sure the small hole inside wasn't clogged or anything. It probably wasn't, but it was still basic procedure. As Longstreet put up his arm, Jay pulled a rubber strip to constrict bloodflow so Longstreet's blood wouldn't end up everywhere, just in case he bled. He tied the strip just above the joint. He felt his finger for a blood vessel, once he found it, he muttered, "Alright," and stuck the needle into the skin. Drawing out the blood, Jay remembered a couple times where he had missed the vein the first few times he did this type of blood draw. His partner in medical school was very displeased and nearly punched him in the face.

When Longstreet mentioned the arrest, Jay perked up a bit. "Oh? What happened there? Was everyone okay, no police shooting or anything?" He briefly wondered if anyone had been hurt and if he could help at all. There wasn't much he could think of that would cause the people to be arrested, unless they were involved in some sort of foul play. And who knows, this is the city. Anyone could be involved in foul play, especially now a days.

Jay drew out the needle and set the syringe on a small paper towel. It was a very small amount of blood, he didn't need much for the scanner. It was nice, because it made the process quick and easy. He pulled out a small, clear bandage and stuck onto Longstreet's arm where the needle inserted his skin. Jay rubbed it in a bit to make sure it would stick. After a bit of rummaging through his bag, he found the small blood scanner and the tabs that went with it. He squeezed out a bit of blood onto the small tab, and it was quickly absorbed into the papery material. He then slipped it into the small scanner, and set it on the desk waiting for the beep to let them know it was finished processing.

[Bishop Morse]

Longstreet


Longstreet had thought that a question might follow from what he’d said. He knew that the knew medical practitioner was somewhat interested in this sort of thing, but he wasn’t sure if it was just him wanting to know if he should be prepared for some of the people coming in for him to treat. ”Nothing serious enough that you’re talents are required.” He said as he brought his sleeve back over his arm. ”Just the Government catching criminals.” He said. It was about all he knew about it at the moment. As far as he knew there was really nothing more to know about it. The police sometimes did things like that, but it was more for the publicity of it then the actual arrests. They had not much else to do with their time and oversized budgets, so they just needed people to see, or at least perceive that they were doing their jobs. More then likely, half of those arrested would be out within the month. Depending on the rest of the crimes committed, they’d be out by the end of the year. This is justice Longstreet thought to himself, though not in a way that was disdainful. It was really just what he though of it.

Once his arm was covered again he folded his arm on to his chest. This would only take a few moments for him to see how he was doing. More then likely he was absolutely fine, but he had to wait till the scan said that. The equipment was very helpful, able to pick up cancers, failures, and all manner of things bad for his health. He didn’t expect to hear that there was a problem, but if one was found, he could always go to one of the hospitals in the city, or if it was something more serious, could be taken to the Core for treatment. But that was unlikely. ”You went to medical school on Persephone correct?” Longstreet asked. He was fairly certain that was where he was from, which was part of the reason why he’d chosen him. A planet with many of the problems of the border worlds, while still with the people of the Central Planets. A good blend lending itself to someone with experience.

[Bishop Morse]

Carl


The vehicle began making its final approach to the post. The large outer gate was straight ahead as they made a right down the last road. Just as before, it opened as the person manning the gate. The vehicle began to slow down, as it was no longer on the large roads which it had been racing through earlier. Now there was no traffic and they were very close to where they had all started, so there wasn’t much cause to go with haste. It went straight down the road once it was inside, a number of warehouses were off to the right, and finally came left in front of the main building. In front of the main building, off to the left side of the large landing pad sitting in front of it, was a large red Mantis-T5 vessel that had been there since the night before. It didn’t move at all, and it’s cargo ramp was up, however there was a visible light on in the bridge window. They were too low to the ground to see who was in there, but the ship itself was occupied.

Carl didn’t bother with it even for a moment. The vehicle just came around to the front of the building, parking a little bit closer to the front door then it had when Carl first got into it when they started the drive about half an hour earlier. The vehicles mechanical scream, and the roar of it’s engine kicked off quickly, as Carl had found a good spot. Not much was ever really parked in front there, and so he didn’t have a lot to worry about it in terms of disrupting the day to day operations. He wanted to talk to Longstreet, and he knew Longstreet would want to see what he was dealing with. ”Come on.” He said hopping off the truck and pointing towards the front door of the building. He grabbed his shotgun from the truck and closed the door and began making his way towards the door, expecting all to follow him.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Markus was out of the truck first after Carl, grabbing his bags out of the footwell, hefting one and carrying the other under his arm.

The place wasn't any different than when he'd left it, except now the Logan's Ramp was up. Morse and his were likely inside, eating.

I had my own ship this wouldn't have happened. We'd have had a night around town, then back to the ship. Back home...

He swore under his breath, following close after Carl. If he was told to leave his gear at the checkpoint again he would without a fuss. No sense being a bother.

The guilt was starting to outweigh the annoyance now, and the indignation wasn't in the mood to be riled up. So his back felt heavy and bent, as he walked behind Carl. Like a whipped man pulled off bulkhead.

His eyes still burned though. He wasn't broke yet.

[Jay Fuller]

Jay realized that he hadn't really elaborated on his life before he came to work for Longstreet. It wasn't important of course, but it still got his attention. "No, actually I did med school on Paquin, my home planet, and I worked at a small hospital there to get money. From there I went to Persephone and stayed there for a couple weeks. That's when you hired me," he said. For a minute, he thought it might be bad thing that he didn't train on
Persephone, but that was out of control. Though, he did wonder if lying about it might have been a good idea to get on Longstreet's good side. But Jay's sense of self was strong and he didn't like hiding things, so he wouldn't have lied anyway and he knew it.

The small scanner beeped. Jay grabbed it and looked at the readings. With a smile he said, "Looks like you're clean, sir!" He ejected the small blood-stained strip and put it in a small baggie he used for trash. Jay then pulled out a small cleaning solution, and stuck the syringe in it, sucking out the clear liquid into the larger part of the syringe. He shook it up a bit and then set it in the bag. He usually would leave the cleaning solution inside the syringe so it would soak, and he would empty it once he got back to his apartment. He set it back into the bag, along with the small trash and the rest of the items he pulled out. He closed the bag and locked it. He then looked over to Longstreet. "Anything else I can do for ya, sir?"

[Ilana Logan]

Carl was barrelling down the road towards the post, which was now in sight. She had been wrong earlier when she thought that this ride wasn't as bad as the last. It hadn't been up to that point, but once he stopped talking in his comm, he was back to his maniacal driving. A thrill of fear shivered up her spine as Carl careened through the gate, which had been opened when the person manning the gate undoubtably saw Carl behind the wheel. As soon as the truck was through the gate, Carl slowed down, though not to what most people would call a safe speed. She thought to herself that this man's foot absolutely had to be made of cast iron, lead just wasn't heavy enough to account for all that madness.

Carl pulled the truck right up to the front of the building. It was pretty close. For a moment she had the crazy thought that he was going to drive right through it. Though with Carl's driving, maybe it wasn't so crazy, and it definitely wouldn't have surprised her. Carl got out of the truck and told them to follow as he grabbed his gun and started for the door. Ilana heard Marcus's door open just before she opened her own. She climbed out and shifted her gun so it hung down her back. She stretched her back quickly and started after Carl and Marcus. As she got close to the door she said to herself, "Sure wasn't how I expected this day to go. Oughta know by now to stop expecting anything and just go with it."

[Bishop Morse]

Carl


Carl stepped inside of the building walking straight through the door which opened the moment he stepped up close to it. As they slid open Carl just tilted sideways to get through, though they opened fairly quickly and it wasn’t that necessary. After moving through he was at the long hallway. The walls inside still provided a heavy contrast to the outside, with the nice wood walls, lamps, carpet, and decorative pieces that were about. The table that was at the right side of the hallway was still there as it had been the evening before. Carl did not however activate the point beside the wall, and thus the weapons scanner did not activate. He had no reason to do that this time. He could hear voices in the parlor, which was off to the left. He knew that was where the Colonel was, and since these were all people in his employ, it didn’t matter if they carried what they did. In any case, Carl still held his shotgun, so should any harm be attempted against the Colonel, he would cut it down swiftly.

He had the idea that those from the truck had followed him there. At this point he just tended to go on faith that people were doing as he’d said. Carls job was what it was for a reason. He knew very well how to get things done, and keep things moving, and there weren’t many that questioned it. The likeliness of him making the wrong decision or not completing what he was tasked with, was relatively small given his prowess for actually seeing to it things were done to the letter. This was the way it was before the war, during, and after. It was what he did, and it was who he was.

”Colonel.” He started walking in. Seeing that he was in the ending stages of his medical examination he paused. ”We gotta a bit of a problem concernin’ the Logan’s trip.” He said pausing a moment once more. ”Most a O’Terra’s people were grabbed last night, it’s just him left.” He stopped and tilted his head to the side. ”You want I should go get Morse down here?” Carl asked. He presumed that since he was running the venture that he would want to be aware of the change. He knew that the Colonel kept him very much in the loop about things, so this wasn’t much of a stretch. His shotgun was still in his right hand, and he was ready to head out towards the ship to get the Captain down there.

[Bishop Morse]

Longstreet


Longstreet nodded. He seemed to have some recollection of Persephone being mentioned. Paquin and Persephone started with a similar letter so he attributed that to his mistake. He’d had dozens of people that had been his physicians over the many years he’d been alive, and he tended to stay rather personal with many people. So this mistake wasn’t one that he had though strange. Though it was unusual, he found it to be understandable. ”Yes, that’s right.” He said now recalling pieces of the information. ”Paquin.” He repeated after it was said. He knew Paquin fairly well. He’d only been there a few times in his life, but he knew the system well enough. The Red Sun wasn’t particularly the easiest place to live, and on a world like Paquin, life very well might have met a more harsh description. In either case a doctor from there would likely be rather practiced. Though Longstreet knew that not much compared to the many fine doctors that came from the Central Planets, he knew that at the same time they weren’t the most experienced in practical applications. Subconsciously he began to think about that war and the scar he had behind his ear from a bombing run that got to close to headquarters, and the doctors that had patched him up then. Though this was nothing like that, he still had a lot respect for those that made due with whatever they had, even if their job was stated as getting it done by whatever means necessary.

When he was told that he was clear of all traceable elements of health issues, he was not surprised. While pleased that it was the case, it was also just as he had expected. He hadn’t really had one where they said that there was a serious problem, and kept a healthy sort of diet. But sometimes things crept up and it was best to be cautious about such things. ”Good.” he responded after hearing the news. And as he got the words out, in came the ‘Lieutenant’. Longstreet looked at him the moment he entered the room. He faced the door, namely so he could see who would come in. Not because he had reason to fear something bad would happen, but simply because he liked knowing what may be coming. ”Yes Lieutenant?” He answered as Carl came in and asked for him.

When he heard the most unfortunate news about the fate of O’Terra’s people, his face didn’t move much. In his thoughts he was trying to piece together what could be salvaged of it. He knew the importance of leaving soon. When Carl brought up the point of bringing Morse in, he answered quickly ”Yes please.” As he continued to think on what should be done. No doubt Morse would continue to emphasize the idea that they had to leave soon, and put in some other quick elements to hit the point of how prepared he was matched against what was supplied. But Longstreet could keep up with that. He heard. ”Mr. Fuller, this is Mr. O’Terra.” He said holding his hand forward towards Marcus. Carl had already left the room. ”One of our newest workers. Hopefully you won’t see too much of each other, in the professional sense of course.” He said introducing him. The others Longstreet couldn’t quite fit together, but he knew they were working there recently. ”Mr. O’Terra, why don’t you tell me what you can about what happened last night at the hotel.” Longstreet asked mainly to understand what happened to his people, and also to get more of a first hand account of what happened at the Hotel. Of course they hadn’t taken much of a loss over it, but he wanted information where he could get it while he tried to find a way to fix their evident issue.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus was dreading this point, explaining to the Colonel. Things would look suspicious if he said too much.

"To be honest, Sir, I can't piece together much. I was rather keen on getting some decent sleep. Celebrate the recent break in the consecutive turns for the worse my life has been taking. But things get hazy. I remember this woman named Siri, said she was in trouble, but then the whole room goes blue and I wake up and my crew's been nabbed. Dunno why the didn't take me. But they were bounty hunters, not Feds. They must have been there for something different, whatever Carl showed up to check on."

It was short, and all of it was true. Hopefully it would be enough to satisfy Longstreet.

[Jay Fuller]

Jay nodded to Longstreet, "Yep. It's a nice planet, to be honest, despite it's problems." he said. He did love his home planet, despite the troubles he had with his family. However, he was glad to be here.

Then he heard footsteps -- someone was entering the room. Jay turned in his seat as two men walked in, one carrying a rifle, speaking directly to Longstreet. Jay briefly thought about how back on his home planet, had someone walked in with a gun he would probably freak out and assume it was a stick up, but he had become accustomed to people with guns since he landed on Persephone. There were plenty of people packing guns around the docks, and Jay had never realized how sheltered his life had been. The one with the rifle left the room, apparently out to find someone named Morse. Jay felt a bit of anticipation, he saw that these men were at least a bit stressed, and the way they were talking something big must've happened, probably to do with those arrests that were mentioned earlier. Jay rarely got a look at the more...interesting things that went on around the campus, and he found himself not wanting to leave.

As Longstreet introduced the two, Jay stood. "Good to meet you, Mr. O'Hara," he said, nodding.

Not wanting to stand still, Jay grabbed his med bag and stood it up on the table. It had still been laying flat from when he was digging through it. The young doctor found himself listening in to O'Hara's story. Bounty Hunters? Here? That was definitely interesting. Of course, arrests by the Fed's happened here occasionally but bounty hunters -- now that was an exciting story! Jay walked back to lean on the table, glancing over to Longstreet for his response. He wasn't sure if it was his cue to leave, after all he had completed what he originally came here to do, but since he was intrigued, he was reluctant to walk out unless he was specifically told to.

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana followed Carl and Marcus through the building in what looked to be a reception area, though that wasn't quite accurate. A proper lady probably would have called it a parlor, but Ilana wasn't a proper lady, and she had no qualms about that, a proper lady probably wouldn't have been running around, covered in grease with a large rifle on her back and a revolver on her hip either though. She just didn't see the point to giving fancy names to what amounted to a living room. Longstreet was there, along with the resident medic, whose name she didn't know. She listened quietly as the men talked to one another, the medic did the same. Longstreet called the medic Mr.Fuller when he introduced him to Marcus. So that was his name, she thought. She'd seen him around once or twice, but hadn't actually spoken to him. Then she listened as the medic got Marcus's name wrong. It seemed there was a lot of that going around. Carl left the room to find someone named Morse. It sounded like a man's name, but one could never be too sure, as a childhood friend she had was a girl named Shawn. She was interested in Marcus's story as he told it to Longstreet. She guessed she had been caught up in her anger and frustration at not being able to do anything with the anger when he had told it to Carl, because she didn't remember hearing him mention Siri then, though he probably had. Apparently Siri was the woman Marcus had referred to as a bitch in the truck on the way here. Siri was an odd name, not one you heard often, and it was unlikely that he knew another woman with that name. He didn't seem like the kind of man that made it easy for someone to pull one over on him, and he clearly took it badly, and for more reasons than the obvious, if Ilana had to guess. She shifted her weight to one leg when Marcus finished and wondered what would happen next. Everything seemed to be hanging in the balance. Nothing was certain right now. She sighed quietly as she thought about the morning's events. I knew I was hired as more than a mechanic, but I couldn't have anticipated this, she thought as she waited for Longstreet to respond.

[Bishop Morse]

Longstreet


Longstreet listened to the explanation of what had happened at the hotel, not showing any aggravation, or evident distrust of it. In an ironic sense, he tended to find that often people would tell the truth, even if they were lying. He knew what had happened to the hotel, and he knew that these were some people that were traveling with bounty warrants upon their heads. And given that, it came as no surprise that some of the more localized rats would try to get their cut before the Feds could step in and do that job for them. ”Hmm.” He said thinking on the portion about why they had left him. ”Perhaps they weren’t aware of the warrant for your arrest.” He said thinking on it. It was the only real thing that seemed likely to him, other wise they’d have taken him as well. He knew that the warrants between him and the woman missing the arm were rather separate. Given that they had only really one charge placed on them that was similar, and the difference in money. And the money itself was worth quite a lot, especially to people on a world like Beaumonde, or any one close that they could run to.

Longstreet placed his right arm upon the table and looked over the others that were there. He still could remember who it was that they were. He had to meet so many in a day, and had such a number of people in his employ that it took him some time before he knew everyone, at least by name. He knew that they worked for him, but their names and jobs did not really come to mind. But more then likely they were good at what they did or they wouldn’t be working there. He saw the weapons they carried, which Longstreet liked. He didn’t like knowing that any of his people would be found helpless at any one time. Whether it be to save themselves, or save the whole, that was the best way to do it.

He turned his eyes back over towards Marcus. ”But now I have a problem.” He said, though his tone didn’t change much. It was still that deep, somewhat scratchy tone that he always carried. Not going much higher or lower, except for times when he would speak a bit softer, though this was not one of those moments. ”I’ve got a venture about to set out to the other side of the system, which relied in part on the extra man power you would provide.” Longstreet elaborated. Of course this issue was evident by now, but he felt the need to state it himself. ”And as it is just yourself, I don’t think it is in the same value from four, to one.” This was the way Longstreet saw it, as he was getting a quarter of what was offered. He wasn’t seeing it as personal offense or anything worth singling someone out over, he just saw it as the problem that needed to be fixed. ”The pay is still the same, but I need to replace those that were lost.” Longstreet hadn’t even really known those that had been inside of his office the evening before. He only remembered what they looked like, but not really much else about them. Regardless, he did need to find replacements, and he would love to have them before Morse arrived, rather then haggling over them afterward.

[Marcus O'Terra]

Marcus thought for a moment, as Longstreet spoke. It seemed the man wasn't going to poke into any more than it had been. He was liking the man more with every conversation. Leaving people to do what they needed, as long as they did the job.

And they say there are no real Independents left.

When it came down to the number of persons, Marcus's mind showed an unusual speed. "Well sir, there's two folk here." He nodded at Hawkeye and Ilana. "If they know how to use the iron they carry, which they well might. I think they could stand in nicely."

He was going to mention Rina's lack of arm and Dash's limp... but that might diminish his own position. So he kept his trap shut. A gear clicked and then he looked to the man, the medic, Fuller, had gotten his name wrong. Not really important right now.

[Jay Fuller]

Jay had moved into a sitting position on the table in the past couple minutes. He was beginning to feel a bit more awkward, and he wondered if he was overstaying his welcome. He glanced over to Longstreet, part of him hoping that he would be dismissed. His curiosity kept him rooted still, however. He crossed his legs in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable.

[Bishop Morse]

Longstreet

[Ilana Logan]

Ilana took a moment to think about the opportunity. She wanted to be back in the black again, but at the same time, she knew how dangerous the black can be. She thought about her past experiences in the black and on land. Both were equally dangerous from what she's seen. At least if they were attacked in the black they had a small amount of warning most times. She'd been in plenty of scrapes since leaving her home, but they'd al been on land so far. Dangerous or no, she wanted to be out there in the black again. She hadn't been out there much, but it genuinely made her happy to be out there. She returned her eyes back to Longstreet.

"I'll go." She said, then waited to see what would come next.