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8/8/2016 3:33:02 AM
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In a room within the Arrowhead, Alpha practiced on targets with his rifle, landing shot after shot at head level even on the moving holographic ones, he wasn't a bad shot, but by a long stretch
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[i]A blistering red flash of light incinerates one of the targets at chest level. Michael stands in the doorway, his heavy M31H blaster leveled at the targets. Before his prosthetic arm, Michael was a mediocre shot at best, but with his newly augmented speed and strength, aim and recoil adjustments became second nature. Still, as another shot grazes the side of a target, it becomes evident that he's still better suited for flying. [/i] "Shit... So, how the hell do you get good at this again?"
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Alpha empties another clip, still landing well-placed shot after shot on his targets "*sigh* Why are you so curious? Why do you have a metal arm?" He got a little defensive all of a sudden, and you could tell his accuracy suffered, his gun jamming as a result "Damn it"
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[i]Michael holstered the blaster on his back, attached to a bandolier that was strapped onto his red overcoat. The phantom memory of the bullet was enough to dissuade shooting anymore. [/i] "I was raided by NTR Rangers two years back, same as the rest of my old crew. We fought them off, but only three of us made it out alive. One of them is Sawyer. A high-caliber round caught me in the shoulder, tore through bone. I was able to afford parts for a prosthetic arm from the profits we made off that mission."
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"It's complicated for me and relates to why i look like I have a furry fetish" He said a little depressedly
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 8/8/2016 8:18:33 PM"Well... Uh, I guess someone has to like that kinda thing." [i]The unspoken rule of [/i] The Arrowhead [i]was typically to avoid asking about one's past, but Michael Drake's exploits were infamous enough that most were common knowledge. Still, he didn't attempt to impose himself over the crew, despite the fact that he was Captain. He was more of a brotherly figure than a commander--Sawyer was the fatherly figure of the crew. [/i] "I've been thinking about launching another raid recently. Piracy hasn't worked out well for us yet, but we're bound for a lucky break sometime soon. Lucky for us the people here aren't as militarized as the Republic is. We've been thinking about attacking a valuable Council ship, [i]The Voyager[/i], and stealing its cargo and its data for future ventures."
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"That's a bold move, but that's still a military ship against a cargo runner, so you got a plan?" He said, glad to be rid of that conversation earlier "Regardless I'm going to have to do a preliminary check of y'all anyhow, I've been putting it off for a while"
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[i]Drake waves a hand dismissively,[/i] "Yeah, yeah, we can take the psyche exam later. Look, a well-manned ship like [i]the Voyager[/i], they'll need ships docking with them to bring supplies between their voyages. [i]The Arrowhead[/i] is externally indistinguishable from any other restocking craft. We'll dock with them, and then once we're inside, we can take the vessel." [i]He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with one hand,[/i] "Er, uh, there'll be more details later, but that's the general idea. You get the gist, right?"
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"We're not going to kill, just grab their shit right?"
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"Well, yeah, shoot to thrill and all that. We won't kill unless we have to... But with Winchester and Sawyer onboard, we have no guarantees." [i]Michael shrugs and has the grace to look uncomfortable. He's a good man, you know that, but he has no misgivings against assaulting government personnel--apparently this applied to both Union and Council officials.[/i] "Look, we could all starve to death, squabbling against each other for the next paycheck. As your Captain, I can't--no--won't let that happen. And if a few Feds have to get injured for us to survive, then so be it. It's always better than being dead."
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"....." He seemed to be fighting an internal battle, then he sighed "Goddamnit.......when do we attack?"
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 8/9/2016 12:45:44 AM"The next scheduled restock is in a week, in the Oort Cloud surrounding the Tethys System. We'll meet them there... Now, you were saying something about an evaluation?" [i]He paused before he mentioned the evaluation, emphasizing his misgivings about the psyche exam. Despite his cunning and intelligence, without a formal education, Drake often failed to see the importance of psychology, except for when it applied to duels or Poker. [/i]
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"Physical, not psychological" He sighed "I've been meaning too but haven't had the time"
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"Well..." [i]Michael sarcastically looks down at his wrist, at a phantom watch,[/i] "Seems to me as if you have a week's time, at least. That time enough?"
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"Hey, don't piss off the doctor" He sighed "Let's go ahead and get it over with"
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"Alright Doc, what'd you need from me?" [i]Michael stretches his left arm against his chest, yawning.[/i]
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Edited by Sleek: 8/9/2016 12:56:32 AM"Follow me" He leads you to the med bay and instructs you to sit on the bed
