First Breath January Mingle

[takeabow]

Who: First Breathians and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: On the First Breath
When: All month!

[ it's a mingle! for the First Breath! Visitors welcome! ]

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[tallasaking]

[He looked at her for a long, long moment, before he nodded his head seriously.] Very well. Next planet. As long as it's everyone learning.

[That was important. He would not have their crew defenseless in a fight. Despite appearances, and words, Tyrion is ... alas, sadly loyal to a fault. Even his family couldn't quash that out of him.]

It's actually not that hard to build a gun. Simple matter of knowing the mathematics and the mechanics. [He eyed the weapon in front of him.] However, it's basic. No fancy twirls. Just the typical point, shoot, and fire. I haven't moved past that yet.

[kill_switch]

Everyone will learn. Some already know. Everyone will be able to defend themselves. [It's an important skill to have, and she's seen what's happened to those who weren't as committed. Quite simply, they hadn't survived.]

[She snorts,] I doubt half the warboys even knew what mathematics are. It takes dedication. Your gun is like your rig; it's your key to survival.

[She picks it up and looks it over. It's simple, but solid.] There's not a lot of use for long-range rifles in this place, this will be fine.

[tallasaking]

You know ... you are unbelievably frightening. [Tyrion stated dryly, as he pressed his lips together. However, she had a point. If they did not learn how to defend themselves, with what he had built, they could fall into whatever trap the Atroma were currently putting into place for them.]

Hmmm so to learn how to use the gun, is what will help us all survive.

[He nodded his head once.] Good. It will take time for me to learn to make anything more complex than that.

[kill_switch]

[She just stares at him, for a moment expressionless save for the smallest flash of vulnerability. She'd built up a reputation out of necessity among the Imperators, in order to survive her world.] Old habits die hard.

So far this world hasn't been anywhere near as destructive as mine; hopefully, we'll never have to fire a shot. [She's not about to bet on it, though.]

[tallasaking]

[He gives her a wry look, before he nods his head.] That they do.

One would hope so ... but I haven't had much stock in hope, these days. [A more curious look, now.] You are accepting my weapons, and offering me help. Does this mean I am beginning to grow on you, Captain?

[kill_switch]

[She sits back and looks at him. It's a considering look, not all together doubtful.] I'm willing to concede you're less of a threat than I may have originally thought. At least, not to me, personally. If you're willing to give the crew such a step up, it would be stupid of me to deny it.

[tallasaking]

I'm not sure if I should be flattered that you consider me such a threat to begin with, or insulted. [He hummed to himself.] Perhaps I will consider it one half one, one half the other.