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[This weapon is no sword but he knows it works. It feels familiar in his hands and he is not entirely sure why that is. He is quiet when he enters this ship, looking around curiously. The clothes they have given him are comfortable but the fabric feels strange on his skin and he cannot stop scratching his arms.

After finding his bunk and placing his very few belongings on top of the bed he starts to wander around.]

This is a lot smaller than the other ship. [He has his back pressed against a wall, hands folded behind his back. Would one of my siblings be here? No, he remembers that has been a ship called after a fish.] Where can I find the weaponry?

[Greed is not as new a passenger on the Huntress, though he hasn't actually spent all that much time on it... until now. All the cheering for a new passenger tends to have that effect. So upon spotting the wandering Robb, he makes himself known. He speaks in a deeper voice that doesn't seem to match his younger features.]

That depends on why you're asking. Are you the new security grunt?

[Robb blinks at being named grunt but decides not to make a fuss about it. It would not be fitting for a young king to do so.]

They have put me in charge of security, aye. [He nods shortly and straightens his back a little more.] Could you help me, ser?

[Greed gives Robb a good solid pat on the shoulder both in 'warm' welcome and to half-drag him along.]

Turns out, I was just in the armoury earlier. Follow me, pal.

[Robb smiles at the pat on his shoulder. It is an obvious gesture of friendship and in a large, unknown place like space he can use such a thing.]

It seems I do not have much of a choice, ser. [He tries to let his voice sound light but, oh, he does notice the squeak at the end of it.] Is it far from here?

Far? [He chuckles.] Please, this rust bucket isn't big enough for anything to be more than painfully close. It's just through here.

[That doesn't sound very...safe. To roam through space inside a rust bucket...]

I hope you are japing, ser. [The smile around his lips is a bit of an uneasy one.] It would be dangerous if this ship would fall apart while we travel through this space, not?

Oh definitely. But don't worry about it. If something happens, you'll be dead before you get a chance to think about it.

[Ah! The armory! Ling steps in where there's... well, not a whole lot really. But at the very least there are a few sidearms available for the non-security members of the crew. Greed plucks himself up one for himself. It's a little different than an Amestrian gun, but the concept is similar enough that he gets it.]

Pretty sure you being the security grunt, you get the biggest one here.

I am not planning on dying anytime soon, ser.

[Robb Stark has a lot of things to do and his plan has always been to die of old age, surrounded by his sons and daughters. The way his father should have died.

Once arrived he looks around himself, eyebrows slightly raised.]

I do not want to hold the biggest one. The weight would slow me down during an incident. {At least, so he thinks.]

Somebody's gotta have the big one, pal. Me personally, I don't really don't get much use from firearms. But you look like you'll need it.

[Which is why Greed goes ahead with picking up the automatic weapon to hand to Robb.]

[It seems that the man is rather adamant on giving Robb the overly large weapon.]

I will keep it in mind for larger battles. [After he has received the gun he puts it away again and picks out a smaller one. Larger than the smallest gun but not as large as the biggest one.] This one will be fine, ser.

[Robb Stark knows what he is doing.]

Am I the only one carrying a weapon here?

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[ Marhi always takes note of the passengers - though, in truth, she still feels as new as the day she arrived. This place is overly strange.

But she approaches him with natural confidence and a thoughtful look. ]

T'would depend on what you choose to wield. There is little enough in the way of magic, but swords, spears and bows I think you might find on the land beneath.

[Robb tries not to frown at her appearance. Gods be good, Old Nan would tell him her stories came to life when she would see that.]

No, I do not speak of magic. [He holds up the item he knows is called a ‘gun’.] Weapons similar to these. I do not think swords have a place in...well, space. [Gods, her face looks terribly blue.] This is what I know of here. [Even though, deep down, he prefers a sword.]

[ Her tail flicks from side to side very slowly, left and right, left and right. ]

A weapon in the hands of the unskilled is no good weapon, but I imagine if you are to be our guard that you have been gifted with the knowledge of a Machinist.

I am Marhi Ohsi, or Metallic Gold Magpie - I am the lab support here. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Robb blinks a little at her words.]

I have not received such a gift, my lady. [She is a lady, isn't she? A cat-lady.] These weapons are strange, yet familiar to me. I think they might be faster than a simple sword or bow and arrow. I...I do not entirely understand what you mean.

[Of course, there was the small bump behind his ear and they mentioned something about it but he did not entirely understood that either. After she mentions her name he nods deeply.]

Robb Stark, well met, my lady. [The smile around his lips is a little bit uncomfortable. He is not used to meeting creatures so different.]

[ -- she hears his voice like she might have done in a dream. but it's ever-so-slightly deeper, now. and somehow, the content gets lost in her rush from here barren little personnel office down to the bridge.

she stands in silence -- hesitant on the threshold. sansa watches him with pain in her eyes, unable to draw a single word from her throat. she wants to etch the sight of him into her memory so it might last, endure, and sustain her when her kin is inevitably torn away from her once again. ]

[Robb does not notice her at first, too busy with looking around himself. This ship is much smaller than the Marsiva and there are no robots here either.

But eventually he turns and notices that there is someone watching him. A young girl with dark hair and... no, he knows that girl. For a moment he stands frozen, looking at his younger sister as if she is some sort of ghost.]

Sansa? [He takes one careful step forward while a warm and fond smile appears around his lips.] Do not stand there...I... [But eventually he just stops talking and crosses the small distance between them, wrapping his arms around her while pulling her close.]

[ her fingers twist together. clasped hands, wrung into anxious tangles. the moment he sees the familiar in her, sansa feels the weight of her trepidation slough away. like old skin. like melting snow. she bites her bottom lip as if to anchor her smile, but it bursts into existence the moment robb takes her into his arms.

she buries her face against his shoulder. she defies recent passivity and locks her arms around her brother's waist, squeezing him as tightly as she can just to prove that he's real. alive. ]

I missed you. [ her voice is muffled. ]

Gods... [His hold tightens around her and he tilts her from the ground. She's almost a woman grown.]...I missed you even more...

[The mixture of happiness and guilt is an odd thing to feel. He dreads the moment where she would ask him why he did not come for her. Why he could not.]

You are safe now... I promise you.

[He can feel the tears sting behind his eyes as he speaks.]

[ missed her more? oh, i do not think it possible. but that thought invites grief, and grief invites tears. she cannot break before him: not now; not yet; mayhaps not ever. instead, she nuzzles the crown of her head under his chin and lets herself be the child she'd stopped being in king's landing.

remarkably, she does not cry. sansa has long since conquered tears. ]

There is some mercy to be found in the Atroma -- [ she decides. mysterious as they are, she has them to thank for reuniting such disparate parts of her family. ]

[Robb bites his lower lip fiercely while he holds her. It is an overwhelming thing. To be brought here and realize his sweet sister is here, as well as his brother. One lost and one dead.

And they are both here, floating through this space inside these ships.]

I take it they aren't known for kindness, then. [His words are soft when he speaks.] You should tell me more of this place. [He slowly lets go, his hands sliding to her wrists, taking hold of them in a gentle way.]

We bob along between the stars -- and I suppose, now and again, we stop by kingdoms. [ planets, but the concept remains hazy to her. as does everything pertaining to this reality show. sansa wouldn't know where to begin describing that conundrum. ]

Nearly everyone on these ships -- Robb, they are unbearably kind.

[ she can hardly trust them. that is how kind they are. ]

[The concept of planets is just as hazy to him as it is to her. All of it seem like matters he really does not want to care about right now. He had a war to fight.]

There is no purpose to this? Except for us being entertainment to others?

[Well, Robb has had quite some discussions with some of these unbearably kind people.]

I am sure they are, Sansa. [It is hard to not make his voice tremble as he speaks, tears making his vision blurry.] Kinder than those bloody Lannisters, for sure.

[ although she no longer avails herself of his shoulder and his embrace, her fingers stay knotted with his. she cannot imagine breaking all contact with him, for fear he might melt away like snow. ]

There is a Lannister amid our number -- here, in the Fleet. [ cautious. she knows he knows -- because she peeped in upon the conversation from afar. ]

[Robb keeps holding on to her as well, even when she pulls away a little, his fingers remain curled around her hand. He feels that he has to tell her eventually. How things change when a crown comes into play.]

I know the Imp is here. [Rather the Imp than Joffrey or his mother. He sighs and frowns.] He is your lord husband, is he not? How did that happen? [Probably greedy Lannisters wanting to get their bloody hands on Winterfell and the North. That is not going to happen, not during Robb’s rule.] Who arranged that?

[Robb tries to keep his voice warm and kind but he can’t help the strict frown on his face.]