An Inn, In, An In.

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Looking up from the readout, to look at the rather confused of bored expression. "You and I think a lot alike. But I want them to find me-on my own terms though. Because I have some aggressive questions I would like to pose to them. Namely how allergic they are to super heated beams of light. Until then..." With that he unbuckled from his Operator chair and moved back into the central core of the ship, moving towards the weapon rack, he taps a small key on a little pas next to it. A small compartment pops open and a rack of space suits. More of like a deep space miners suit, as it was thick and baggy and looked like it had been in a fire. Stepping into the sealed legs one at a time. "Gonna clean it off and then retrieve its beacon...if its got one."

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

She gave a tiny wave, then turned her gaze out to the window to watch the stars. While it wasn't the most entertaining, she still found time like this to think about the important things in life. Her travels so far have left a familiar question in mind. Did I leave the oven on at home?

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

He zips and locks the suit in and gave a little wave before heading into the cargo bay, taking a snapcharge rifle from the rack, and the fitting helmet for the suit. Sealing himself in properly before disappearing into the cargo hold. Depressurizing the room before opening one cargo door to find his way outside...


...Several minutes later she can hear the cargo door close and a loud thunk can be heard. The cargo door opened to him holding and dragging the dog sized drone by a spiderlike claw. A large hole burned through its core. In his other hand was a very thick metal box from what it looked like, with a weird metal mesh around it. Dropping the 'body' of the pursuer drone in the central part of the room and taking a seat on the floor with box still in hand, making the charged rifle on his back jitter and shift by way of its sling. "We're going to make another jump in a bit, and then let the drive cool for awhile. We can practice a bit then after I get some food in me."

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

Is true evil breaking the laws of eugenic morals from words spoken by world leaders, colonists, priority standings? What truly makes a person evil if not for the improvement of the galaxy itself? There are several views, each one having a cause of overlapping another. Freedom, slavery. Paying jobs, work without droid assistance. When there are too many views on the way of living, the improvement of living, what is to say we are not evil, if even from other people's points of view? Is it such that the ones we may view as evil and doers of spoliation are none other than simply mere creatures with a different way of life? Who is, in the most largest case, in judgement of saying who is or is not evil?

Metallic clanking from the cargo room alerted La'kuus the presence of the ship pilot's return. Loosely turning in the chair to advert her attention, the young woman nodded a few bobs of her head. "Just so long as it doesn't interfere with the new found plans from your hitch-hiking friend there." All the while some sarcasm could easily be laced in her voice, it, along with her facial expressions, remained as bored and unamused as the usual.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Looking back at her a moment she could see a little geinnom his face. "Oh, you mean Danny here? He wouldn't want to slow us down for anything. Ain't that right Danny?" And stuffs his right hand into the hole in the machine and uses his other to help hold the thing up. "Yeppdiy doo Dah, I wouldn't wanna slow my friends from where there going, hiyup!" Olan was obviously having a fun time as he changed his voice to that of what sounded like a exaggerated robot voice. With a snicker he drops the wrecked drone and starts feeling around inside its body, with a yank he pulls out some wires and mechanical internals-all covered in a thick looking hydraulic fluid.

Reaching over to the box he opens it and returns to the drone, feeling around inside for something once again. Finding it, he grunted as he yanked several times-and with a loud snap his hand came free with a small red glowing brick of metal. A sealed beacon transmitter. Dumping it quickly into the thickly lead lined box and shutting it. Standing up, he dusted himself off and picked up the box and the drone by one of its claws, walking over to his room he hit the release button for the door with his foot.

From her angle she would get a glimpse of a room that was full of everything almost imaginable in relation to explosives or weapons. Even the walls had been layered immensely with different posters of companies, she could see he was a big fan of BlasTech. She couldn't see much else than what was once the table though, it appeared to have been turned into a work bench of all things.

A huff later, Olan had tossed the box and drone into his room. Giving a little wave. "Bye Danny!" And shut the door. Turning now back to La and the cockpit he moved back into his seat. Taking the chargerifle off his back and leaning it against the wall.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

Danny certainly seemed like the cheerful character, even if just puppeteer'd by a silly man in a decent outfit. Her mind wavered off to all the little fantasies she used to have while mindlessly punching a bag and dodging the opponents blows from their cushioned four fists. A brightly cheerful man who wore a blue suit and what seemed to be a long trench coat used for protection in the cold or heat. He always came to save her when she needed it most. Now these days, it was more of a secondary back-up power reserve for her unhuman energy stored up.

A little extra confidence in a fight could either be a bad thing or a good thing, but if you don't know when to give up, or if you really want to annoy the dung out of an unlucky opponent a few ten times before you die, it's a good thing to have. At least, to give moments of time to someone else and come up with quirky arguments.

As Danny was thrown away in his new home after being gutted by Olan, La'kuus turned her attention to the seeming thrillseeker with a small quirk of a frown. "Some religions believe robots have emotions. I'm sure if I tried hard enough I could argue that and interlock it with peace and what-not, but I think I'll save it for whoever told those tales in the first place."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

A little snicker left the man as he buckled himself in over the thick spacesuit which was undone halfway to free up his arms, as he already had his regular clothes on underneath. "Well, Danny can't be too mad. He shot first." That Cheshire grin returning to his face.

Tilting himself just a bit forward to get more comfortable, he grabbed at the headset and firmly placed it on his head, reaching for the controls afterwards to prepare their next jump. "You did quite good back there." He said in reference to the small dogfight before the jump. "Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" With due diligence he started the hyper drives coils for prejump, and began checking hull integrity in the meanwhile.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

She wasn't sure what the robot felt, if anything at all. She turned her attention to the controls as the pilot worked them, only turning her head when asked the new questions. "It's my exercise. Someday I'm going to be called the One Punch Woman, able to shoot or punch a target only once with one try, and they're dead."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Olan stopped with his constant ministrations of the console to turn in his chair to look back at La, a quizzical look on his face. "That would be a feat. Got to be careful, make yourself into a super weapon-the Empire might try and hire you on." And turned back to the plethora of buttons and blinking lights. Left hand moving to the switches for releases on the inhibitor system, while his right hand moved over to the hyperdrives lever, thumb over the safety release. Waiting for the integrity readout to finish before he made the next jump.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

"I don't know if that was supposed to be a joke or not." La'kuus gave a small face of confusion, locking herself into the seat carefully as the jump got ready. In all honesty she didn't know which side she'd be on, if any at all.

"To me if it involves credits, it usually seems like people just want other people not to trash their stuff."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Leaning his head back his head against the chair seat, he looked back at her somewhat sidelong. "You will have to get used to that with me. But it was meant mostly as a joke...and a warning. Those guys are sticklers, and don't mind killing you once your job is done. Had that experience first hand." She could hear a little worry in his tone. Without another word he pushes the hyperdrives throttle lever forward and jumps them forward into space. The world around them turning into elongated lines for several minutes this time unlike before. As they dropped out of lightspeed he began shutting parts of the console down and giving commands to the ship to run diagnostics and prepare for a hibernation.

"Well, that is as far as were going today." Olan unbuckled himself from his chair and began to work the mining space suit fully off and kick it to the side so he wasnt as constrained, flapping his jacket a few times to loosen it up a few times, aswell as his shirt. Reaching over to tap the map display, it began to project out for the both of them to see. They were sitting in the crux of a dead sector with barely anything in it, except some random debris. "We will be at Shadda late tomorrow. Got two more jumps before we are in cruising distance. May take a little longer-on purpose, so we dont overstrain the engines." With that he stands up and walks out of the cockpit to the food synthesizer, forgoing using it to open up a steel box next to it and pull out a silver-plasti wrapped space meal. Tossing it in the heating unit and set it to rehydrate and cook. As it cooked he fetched himself a cup and walked over to the food synths water filtration and dispensor, with a click he turned it on-it began to whir and then slowly pour clean water into the cup for him to drink. Flicking it off, he quickly took a drink.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

La'kuus felt like Olan just didn't do his job right if they tried to kill him once it was over. You're supposed to keep those guys and hire them until they die, not waste skill. Unbuckling and sliding after the man with a few long strides, she watched the man grab his meal before loosely rubbing her arms. "No weapons while fighting, right?" It wasn't that she was concerned for her health, it was blowing a hole in the ship that got her bothered.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

With a moments wait, the rehydrator and cooker had finished cooking up the food within. Olan seemed to sigh in happiness as he caught a waft of the contents within. Opening up the doorlatch he grabbed the bag by the sides and headed for the tavle, setting the bag down carefully. Eyes rolling over La, a warm smile on his face. "Well, sure the inside of this ship is blaster and ballistic resistant, its not proofed. So yeah, no firearms atleast. I have some shocksticks for weapon combat of that nature. But I need, myself, more hand to hand pratice." The man was surprisingly humble avout his aptitude in combat, strangely. And oddly forthcoming. "Also I frankly wouldnt want to shoot at you, unless I had tah."

Moving over to the synth again he grabs a fork and knife for his food and returns to the table, dropping down on a seat-hungrily he ripped open the bag to reveal a steak. And eggs. The smell nearly swamped the room as he began to eat immediately.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

The particular nature of Olan didn't much surprise La'kuus. She's had people boast or whine about how strong they were in combat before, multiple, multiple times. It lead her to start thinking about the life she could have had owning a gym.

...

That was a terrible idea. Adjusting herself, La'kuus lifted her sweater gently, then began to pull things straight out from the harnesses under shirt. Featuring two M837 Riposte blasters, a loosely placed set of arm guards for a set of heavily armored battle armor, an extra pair of contact lenses, and at last, a small line of pant power cells, all neatly lined on the floor. After a small dig in her boot to remove a set of double hand knives, La'kuus bounced from her chair and shook her body out to prepare for the fight. "Ready when you are."

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Olan just looked up at La as she began to disrobe all her tools and weapons off, a single blond brow slowly going up each second as he chewed a piece of steak slowly.

Reminds me of some people I know...

Not bothering to fully finish his food right now, he takes another drink of water and stand up to take his blue jacket off, the inside was layered with multiple pockets, and inside the back is a embroidered face of what looked a laughing face. Under the jacket was a simple leather underarm holster for a old looking DH-17 blaster pistol. A knife and several little power packs for the pistol. Tossing the holster and jacket on his seat quietly.

"I take it you like being prepared." He said as he saw her begin taking her armor off. That brow raised as high as it could go, his gloved hands beginning to roll up the sleeves of his long white shirt. She could see his arms were crossed with a lot of burn scars and marks, underneath was tightly corded leanmuscle. Unlike the usual bulk men sported, which was mostly for lifting, or moving things of heavy weight-his looked more like a swimmers frame even without showing any skin. Quick bursts of speed to be expected.

Relaxing a bit visibly with a few breaths, he raised his hands in a relaxed sort of boxing position. "Ladies first." A warm smile crossing his face.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

La'kuus took a single breath of air, noting all the smells that filled the sense. Old man, clean man, dirty man, eating man. Darting her eyes to the new appearance of the less clothed pilot, La'kuus gently stretched out her fingers, each hand extending, then going back to it's fistful position. She didn't bother answering him, as far as she was concerned her mouth could only be used for fighting or sensing blood when her teeth ripped into his flesh.

At him taking a position, and offering her the first hit, La'kuus sprung over from a jump with one leg, with the other aiming straight for the man's chest. Two loose fists swung at the last moment, going for a front directional attack powered by the same arms that worked with the girl for years in service. With three points of attack all based around the core and chest, she wasn't sure how well they would hit with a powerful dodge. It would be easier to play around for a few minutes until something serious was at call.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

Olan just stood there, and if anyone were able to see the inside of his brain, it would look like everything was slowing down. La in all her Majesty was portrayed in an exaggerated way to him as a monologue began in his head.

Okay, I should take the hit and headbutt her...

Her foot launched slowly into its kick, and her hands were just beginning to sweep down.

Why would I want to headbutt her? This isn't an actual fight. We're practicing.

That doesn't make any sense. She can't dodge while in the air! And she wouldn't expect you to just take the hit and trade!

He has a point. Just punch her. Aim for her stomach or hip.

She was getting closer.

Punch her in the hip? That is the worse idea you've come up with for a long time. Its probably in the top ten, somewhere in the same vein as trying to tame a Gundark. And name it Eardo.

This coming from the guy who wanted to headbutt her?

It was you who came up with that Gundark idea? That was a bad idea.

Yes, yes I know! Sto-

And then it hit him. It being her foot. And then her hands. Knocking the wind out of him and sending him reeling back from the full weight of her going into him, atop of her insane strength. A soft pop could be heard from his chest and shoulders, something decided to give under the assault. But it wasn't his spirit to fight! Taking several steps back he sucked in a deep breath. That hurt.

Remember this is a fight now?! Go fight!

With a blur of speed he regained that space between her and him. He moved unnaturally fast for someone his size or bulk, a stiff jab rocketed out from his left arm-but snapped back halfway through as a half-baked feint, just to hide the wild roundhouse at her ribs coming from his rear leg. Wonder if you could even call it a roundhouse with how it sliced upwards rather then came to the side and cut down.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

This old man must be some different form of amusing. It's not in his favor.

As the leg came out of it's position, La'kuus just made her almost side-flip recovery to get back into position. Her mind slugged for a millionth of a second as the leg came out and landed up to her chest. She let it hit, making no noise of complaint. With a return motion of her own, her arm wrapped forward and under the leg in attempt to grab it before it's escape, while she squatted down and swung a single leg at what seemed like the only source of balance to the opposing team.

Not only was this move noticeable, La'kuus had dealt with it before in two situations, each coming from an attempted robbery at one of the stalls she worked at as guard. She took almost the same measures with this one, only difference is she wasn't stabbing into the calf as it came down to greet her arm.

There wasn't time to comprehend the pain shooting into her ribs, though she was quite sure later on when she would be trying to sleep it would annoy her. Again, not time to worry about that.

 

[Olan Teff]

@La'kuus Quelin

If the man had a warning system it would have been going off and broken by the moment he realized his mistake.

Oh...nononononono, that was a bad idea, abort! Abort!

Too late. She had his leg, and before he knew it consciously, he had lost his other leg. His mind registered PAIN in the other leg. Probably will be limping a bit for a day or two. His left hand dropped down as a pin to hold him from dropping to the floor, it did not require him to think, his body just reacted. Just like how he tended his core and brought his left leg which was free up to his chest and did almost a midair stop at her stomach. It probably made them look a little strange, like a toppled T with a tail.

If he did connect, he would realize he may be limping a little longer then a day or two. Only compounding his injury from her sweep.

 

[La'kuus Quelin]

[member="Olan Teff"]

Instead of taking too long to get fully drop the crazy flipper man, La'kuus prepared to punch her way out of a small situation as it seemed to be coming. She noted the legs bringing themselves down again just in time, bringing her left arm up into a tight punch to deliver to the calf. Her body came up with it, using both legs to bring herself upright again.

With everything happening so fast, she wasn't sure if she even measured the punch correctly, or used enough force.