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[therewerefifty]

Who: Crew of the SS Windrose and visitors
Broadcast: Nope
Action:  SS Windrose
When: March

[For the ship full of extremely kickass people.  Go forth and mingle!]

Comments

[tennohno]

Swords, axes, scythes, and so on. I've seen someone use an axe that's bigger than you. [Granted the scindo can be slow than his preferable choice, the kamas.] Healing is a good priority but that sounds like a worthy endeavor. Science shit?

I don't see how someone's gender could affect their ability to do their jobs. Half of the leading syndicates in the origin system are run by females. [Made no sense to hold a disdain based on gender.]

Water would be fine.

[pain_train]

That sounds awesome! [Not like she's that big, though.] Sloth had a sword that was taller than me. She was fucking badass.

Yeah, I don't get it either. I guess Theon comes from some kind of fucked up place. Your world sounds more reasonable.

[She goes to get the water. Glass for Tenno first, then she makes herself a drink that is bright, unnatural pink.]

[tennohno]

Sounds like she was quite the fighter. [Still surprising to find someone that appreciates talks of weapons let alone animals.]

Where I come from, it's still a fucked up place as you put it. Just in a different way. Having an issue with someone's gender is a speck compared to the atrocities of the Grineer or Corpus. You either work together or you fail.

[Is...is that drink bright pink? He raises a brow at the weird coloring, wondering what exactly made it be so.]

Thank you. So what else is there about the Windrose?

[pain_train]

She was. All of the sins were. It was our job!

[She nods.] Maybe that's it. Maybe you just have bigger problems, so little stupid things aren't worth worrying about. That's how it was for us on the Line, too. When you're fighting to survive, the little shit stops mattering.

[Yes, yes it is. And she notices, holds it out toward him.] You can have a taste if you want.

Oh, um. So lemme see.

We got a pilot, so we can free navigate. And we have a med bay, and of course my armory, and Vision is an engineer. He's a computer person too so he's super good at engineering and he has fish and grows kelp that tastes like vat bacon, which is awesome. And we have Castle, who is in charge of the cleaning bots! So everything is very clean.

The kitchen's better than average and we got improved bathrooms so we get 30 whole minutes of hot water every hour! It's like a fucking hotel!

[tennohno]

Sins? [That doesn't make sense at least not to him.]

Fighting to survive usually tends to be the priority rather than squabbling over differences. The Orokin were more so focused on the latter at times and well they're now dead. [Mind the fact that him and the other Tenno caused that.] Grineer and Corpus seemed to be much better but I wouldn't give them that much credit.

I'll pass for now.

[He nods while he listens because everything so far sounded pleasing and so far she had him at private rooms and warm water. He didn't remember the last time that he got to feel warm water. Ordis would appreciate the cleanliness...except for the morale officer but he'll leave that part out.]

Rather tempting. I think I could see a transfer to here. Maybe convince my partner to do so too.

[pain_train]

Oh. So in the Proles army, the mobile infantry division was called the Ghost Wolves. There were seven platoons of us, and each lieutenant heading a platoon kind of got named the same as their plat, right? So there was Avarice, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Sloth--and me! Wrath. We were like balls out fast attack, close range assault specialists.

Aw, it's sad to hear when people are all dead. Unless they were bad people, in which case, fuck 'em.

[She shrugs.] Suit yourself.

Awesome! I'll make sure there's rooms for you guys when the transfers go through! Most badass ship ever! [Offer of the brofist.] Kitty's gonna love you guys, too.