We're Riding Solo

[digthefuzz]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Greed is not the only one who is annoyed. Here Robb expected a pleasant meeting with someone on this new ship, and instead of that the man seems to be a threat for everyone.

And he does not want to shoot him or injure him. But then again, he is not sure he’d be able to win a fight like this. King or not, he is still lost somewhere between being a boy and a man. He has strong arms and good stamina but to be able to pummel a man grown to the ground. No.]

You should not play games like that. [Robb curls his fingers around the gun and yanks it away from his hands.] Are you some sort of lackwit? Have you even thought about the other people on this ship!?

[He is definitely raising his voice now and that is always the point where it turns squeaky instead of manly. Like that of a true sixteen year old.]

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[avaricious]

[For the briefest moment the word 'lackwit' has Greed seriously contemplating just killing the guy right now. But good sensibility rules the day and he just laughs. What he does instead is loose a few buttons from his shirt to expose his bare chest. Instead of skin though, there is a patch of a black graphite-like substance that has replaced that part of his flesh. He even knocks on it with his fingers giving a nice satisfying tap like knocking on stone.]

I was thinking about you. What I wanted you to know was that you might be security around here, but those little toys you have there don't stand a chance of hurting me. So I'd suggest you think about the rest of your crew and see that you don't get any ideas about trying to pull anything against me. For your own sake.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb cannot exactly see if the man is wearing armor underneath his clothes or that his skin is his armor at the same time. He had not expected that his first meeting would go like this. All he wanted is to shake hands and introduce himself, find his chambers and lie down for a moment.]

Your threat does not frighten me. [Okay, just a little bit. Because he is not sure what is up with his armor.] If you put this ship in danger I have to put you in chains. [Robb straightens his back and tries to look as kingly as he can, not flinching. He would probably lose a fight with this man.]

For your sake, ser. [He takes a couple of steps backwards and finally puts the gun away, keeping an eye on the other the entire time.]