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[Dustan Hache]

armal would check the remainder of his U.F.A.K. supplies. Perhaps he could try to convert it into a makeshift F.A.C.T.(First Aid Care Toolkit. doesn't actually heal people, but removes roll penalties/increases healing.)

[Azkanan]

Theme Music Time (Highly advised before reading)


Chapter I: Part III
Royal Blood


The Midnight Sun drifts toward the disabled Mercenary Ship, pulling up alongside it in utter silence,
but the occasional beep of the distance warning sensors. The pilot eases the forward thrusters into
power, the coupling monitor displaying the offset as it slowly zero's in on a perfect line-up.

Dante and Rob standby on cornerways as the airlock hisses as it repressurises; the glass inside fogging.
The airlock door begins to lift, and as the impregnable fog gushes out in the turbulence of the air in thick swirls,
it thins and clears. A dark silhouette stands in the airlock and as it slowly dissipates, the hairs on the necks
of the overwatchers stand on end in anticipation. The silhouette, unmoving, unyielding, eventually
becomes evermore apparent - the portrayal is tight to the form of a man. The grey mist eventually
gives way to tones, and in tones, texture. Red. Absolutely Blood Red.

The man's topless figure is etched in blood and wounds and absolutely awash with sweat. His possibly
fair-toned, unkept hair is dark in the blood that oils over his sweat like a gasoline on water, and the air
around him visibly hazes in the heat his body exasperates. In his hands, two makeshift pole weapons.

"Are you the cavalry; or my second wave?" his determined, accented, voice groans, slow like
the anchor cutting through the bay. His body heaves slowly, but terribly, his muscles calm but deeply twitching,
ready to make their move.

With the air cleared of gas and sight returned, behind the bloody warrior, the walls of the mercenary ship are stained with
whirling, whistling red warning lights. But in that overcasting of pure red, the splatters, strains and draggings
of blood are visible.

The warrior's furrowed, enranged forebrow drips as his eyes ablazen the welcoming party.

[Strife26]

The whistled melody dies out as Dante observes the newcomer.
"Y'know, at thus point, I'm not completely sure. SOP says that an offering of tea is the reasonable thing to do in this case. Anyone know if we actually have the supplies on board to brew a pot?"

Dante watches closely, ready to make the friend determination, but not necessarily ruling out foe.

[Dustan Hache]

Armal would move to the airlock, leaving Koya behind as he takes what is left of his supplies, ready to heal more people, if needed.

"well, that depends on if you're Mr.Clive Masters, or one of  the Mercs who attacked us who attacked us while we were making a simple delivery. Even so, I'd say giving peace a chance does not hurt, and that's coming from a former soldier."

he would start checking the stranger for any severe or crippling wounds.

[DontBanTheMan]

Keep my rifle readied incase he turns out to be hostile, but take my finger off the trigger. "Don't be daft, of course he's not one of the mercs. Why would he slaughter his entire crew?"

[Dustan Hache]

"who said he slaughtered them? he could just be the last one alive. Either way, we don't know who he is yet for sure."

[Nunzillor]

((Video not available in my country.    Is there a version available for us foreigners in the USA?))
Saxson goes to the airlock and then slowly walks to the badass figure, offering a hand.  If this isn't Mr. Masters, he'll eat his goggles.  "Mr. Masters, I presume?  My name is Saxson Smith, ship engineer of the Midnight Sun.  We are not your enemies, but rather your rescuers and friendly SilverCorp couriers here with a package."

"Now, sir, I have a few questions if you don't mind:

1) Do you claim that ship in your name, or may we salvage it to offset the damages we've incurred?
2) Are any hostiles still dangerous in there or have you... "handled" them all?
3) Are you or anyone in there in need of medical care?
4) The authorities are on their way.  Assuming they take you with them to safety, where shall we deliver your package, sir?"

Ask the awesome man questions.  Be the consummate courier professional.

[Azkanan]

((Video not available in my country.    Is there a version available for us foreigners in the old USA?))

((A Proxy server. Just google "Proxy Website")).

[Strife26]

Dante suppresses a small grimace.

[Nunzillor]

((Thanks, that worked.  Also, why is Dante grimacing?  Even if this isn't Mr. Masters, we should totally ditch the royal guy for this incredible fellow.))

[Strife26]

Dante silently considers the best options to deal with the interloper if he turned out hostile. Judging from the quick view of the mercenary ship, the good old Mozambique drill will likely be ineffective, but it's still worth a shot. Other than that, the ship's sorely lacking in self defensive measures, but maybe there's a possibility he could depressurize compartments selectively? Worst case, of course, he'll just need to decide on a suitable line to quote, then depressurize everything. Dante discards using "from hell's heart," as being inappropriate for the situation.

[Azkanan]

Clive visibly reduces his heaves to tremors as he realises he is no longer in immediate danger, the adrenaline
waning. He boards the ship, brushing off Dustan.
Without a glance in passing, he says in his accent, "They are all dead. Do what you will with it; take me and my cargo home."

The heavy, solid and soaked bars drop without a bounce to the floor as he passes the gunners.

Rob Majunder crackles over the ship comms; "We've got company. The GEA will be here soon - what's the plan; are
we making a getaway?"

[Strife26]

"Alright everyone, I propose we throw a prize crew on this thing, move it into a safe orbit, while Sun takes Mister Masters and his cargo home. After cargo is offloaded, we'll consolidate and start setting up for the future."

"Mr. Masters, would you expect the local government to have any problems with us returning you to your home expeditiously, or us claiming the salvage?

[Nunzillor]

"Sounds sensible to me.  I volunteer to be part of the prize crew.  The problem, however, is that we have two ships and exactly one competent pilot."

[Dustan Hache]

"I suppose I better hop aboard their ship, maybe bring Koya along in case they got automated security. also, we need to inform the law enforcement of what has gone down. I suppose this was a lucky break on our part."