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From Molotov: It was not my intention to be seducing NS, but I did know what tze is, so maybe that was poor thinking on my part. The magnum is strewn out on a foot-rest in front of me. I'm cleaning the silencer at the moment, and I nod to a chair s…
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From Molotov: Is a little embarrassing, but I stood up there on the balcony like Carnation and got Satchel to call out in her screechy little voice. I'm growing fond of that one - maybe, little part of me is thinking she is Suitcase but with chance…
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[Trek] I'd relinquished enough of what I might call 'the appearance of authority' by having to wear this ragged outfit of civilian clothing, so no, I didn't strap myself in alongside my squad like 'one of the boys.' I stood up on the bridge behin…
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From Molotov: Exactly. I'm heading out into the chill and sun, that dim ball in the sky, and going back to the Grease Park with Sims and Bonk.
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[Trek] I'm not looking at him. I'm looking at the door, and my tone is final when I reply, "You know the drill, Sergeant. I'll give the order and you'll do the deed. We've got coms for a reason."
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From Molotov: I'm grunting and relenting, shifting my hands away for her but making clear it was my idea, "Okay. Like I was saying, is good for both of us. You won't be disappointed either, I am sure." It's not easy pulling away, when she is havi…
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[Trek] A gulf exists between me and the rest of the galaxy. So do I keep a distance? Yes. Oh, I'm always professional, I know their names, their qualifications — I know how to use my tools. But this ship belongs to one person, and that's me. I supp…
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[Trek] First, I'm transferring authority of basic protocols over to one of my cadets — honestly, it doesn't matter which. The instructions I've given on when to bug-out are strict, and I'll have to be all but dead and lost before Starburn II break…
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From Molotov: It sounds like an awful long time from now. My hands are on her tight hips again, and they are tightly squeezing. My cigarette has turned to nothing and the smell of burnt-filter lingers. "You sure, Roxy? Is no problem deciding on mor…
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[Trek] I take the contraption out of Shai'n's hands and demo the piece myself, all the while praising her to the extent she deserves, to the extent my rank dictates. "Hrm. And this... ah, I see. Well done, Shai'n, very good. Hah. Interesting —" and…
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[Trek] "I don't suppose any are useful for tracking down treacherous Abyssin scum?" I quip back at Shai'n, wearing my trademark smile. She's cleaning the grease from her face, and well, while I don't mean to stare, it's amazing how taut her blue sk…
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[Trek] I know well enough how those junk heaps could fashion an army of ships, or feed a borg on grease. But I'm not in any particular mood to relive my childhood on Ord Mantel. "While that'd be nice, it's frankly unfeasible." It takes me a few sec…
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From Molotov: I'm not caring if it's a show, seeing as it's my show. I stand up, and we are so close, me and Roxy, that my poncho is brushing her red leather with blood, and my magnum is sticking into her thigh, in its holster, like maybe this is w…
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[Trek] We're all new here, more or less. This is only our second operation. But yes, Shai'n's filling a... gap, created during the first, when events took a strange turn. I wear a familiar smile, reserved for achieving ends or being approachable. …
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[Trek] I know him. In fact, there isn't a person on my ship I don't know. It's him I address first, calling out to the crawlspace, "You'll give us a moment, Yul." And then I'm taking a few clipped steps away from hearing range of this hunk... well,…
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From Molotov: I stare up at Roxy and seriously consider the offer. But, is too much putting on shoulders of other men. So I tsk and explain a little bit, "Nyet, Roxy, nyet. I am not shooting more bullets after old bullets in this corpse. You put me…
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[Trek] No. I've been thinking about it, but the compulsion to keep this space mine overwhelms me. It's where my uniform comes off and, in the dark, I'm... different. Alone. But, my uniform is back on now, and I'm stalking the deck looking for Shai…
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From Molotov: It sickens me, but answer is I'd probably do a whole lot. I'm looking at the pictures of Roxy's girls on her desk as she is talking to me. I don't need to hear this, I know, I know. She is working girl. This is her job. I've fucked up…
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[Trek] The Empire reaches far out, into the Outer Rim, with tentacles wide enough, and thick enough, to suffocate planets. We have agents everywhere. And I'm so proud of this; it can be seen in my polished insignia of rank, over my heart, and the l…
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[Trek] It's impossible to ignore that Kelborn's moved for the door several times, and mentioned initiating the on-planet portion of the operation another few. She's eager for both creds and action. Well, I'm actually rather anticipating one of thos…
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From Molotov: Da, I am knowing this; for me to be okay with Roxy, she would have to be this woman. So I sigh out whatever smoke is in my mouth and finally lift my eyes, while rolling the cigarette between my fingers like toying with bullet. "He sa…
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[Trek] Hm. Extraction. It's a word with subtext, and that subtext gives me tingles - sharp objects, cauterization, dark rooms. My strong, beautiful Kelborn is hanging from chains, kicking at me, and I'm wiping spit from my eyes and wailing on her.…
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From Molotov: I'm slumping in the seat like, what a weary day with world on my shoulders. I take out the cigarette case Roxy got for me last time, and I'm noticing bullet dent in it - which is new. Huh. Is not that exciting though, I plug lips with…
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[Trek] I motion to two of my troops near the door, and then the door itself, "I'll meet you on the Ebon Hawk with my squad shortly. I'll see you're escorted. Oh, and remember, transfer of the 'signing bonus' funds might be somewhat delayed due to I…
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[Trek] Naked. I feel like I'm covered in dirt and grease, wriggling under the bottom of a junked speeder, kicking my little feet at a strong hand as it clamps down and... this day is going poorly for me. I want to control it, feel like I deserve to…
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[Trek] I realize I've let my control of the situation slip too late, as Kelborn's posture slumps under the dimming lights, and then emerges from the dark when the holovid clicks to an end. Commander Torug has usurped my authority (well, this Comman…
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[Trek] I trust each member of my squad equally with my life, and none with my confidence. Like all things, they're tools, and right now, in this room, I only need four of them. If only I knew why they wanted her, or even this. My superiors respec…
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Yeah, Last Resort desperately needs your attention Lemma. Just collecting some jingle to make it worth your while!
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I think it's a toss up between Hadden and Ross. But, Ross saw Mol lose his shit a couple of times, even if she doesn't know why, I think she's got a better idea of who he is. So Ross knows Mol better.
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[Trek] The blueprints for Starburn I feature a retro-fitted hull, with additional quarters above and below those originally detailed, and likewise adjacent common rooms. This allowed, on the original Starburn, might I repeat, a significant amount o…