Red Fishies

[mortalcoil]

Who: SS Red Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: No
Action: Aboard the SS Red Fish
When: Around the drifting week (and probably a backtag party!)

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[theboogieman]

A ► TEXT TO THE WHOLE CREW (yes, that means you)

Coil's birthday is 9/18. embarrass him. or give him a present if you do that kind of thing.


B ► IN THE CARGO BAY

[oh ho ho, guess who's built himself a new toy? it's the resident bully, now armed with something he's testing out in the cargo bay.

you may have seen him putting it together over the past week, but now that it's complete... it looks like some kind of an arm-mounted crossbow, if it was missing the actual "bow" part. it wraps around his forearm, just flat enough to theoretically be shoved under a sleeve. the mechanics of the thing are open and visible, making it fascinating to watch as he lifts his arm, tugs down on a trigger at his wrist, and shoots a bolt across the room at what must be several hundred miles per hour.

he's just shooting upright pieces of tin siding, but oh boy, some of those bolts make an ugly hole through the stuff. he stops every once in a while to adjust it, picking at things with his screwdriver, tightening wires, checking pistons--all while it's still on his arm, because this is a practical test.

it's still too loud, in his opinion, and the trigger mechanism isn't sensitive enough for him... but the work makes him smile through his skullish facepaint (which is either charming or kind of terrifying, depending on who you are.)]

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[child_of_bhaal]

UM. The 18th was three days ago Zhas

???

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[theboogieman]

no it says the 18th is tomorrow ?

??

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[child_of_bhaal]

I'm very sure that the 18tg day of the 9th month was three days ago. Tomorrow is the 21st day????

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[theboogieman]

[it takes him an extra several minutes to respond, on account of him double-checking the ship's calendar. and also counting.]

where are you getting that?

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[child_of_bhaal]

From the standard passage of time. I keep a calendar.

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[theboogieman]

take a picture of it

[he needs to see this so-called "calendar".]

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[child_of_bhaal]

Here.

[She sends him a picture of her calendar. Her very real, actual calendar. XP.]

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[interstices]

How old is he?

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[theboogieman]

[that's... a really good question.]

hang on i'll get back to you.

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[interstices]

Okay.

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[theboogieman]

[...he does finally respond, twenty minutes later.]

19 if you don't count stupid time bullshit.

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[interstices]

And if you do?

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[theboogieman]

6 months got lost somewhere. 19 and a half? strange birthday age, though.

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[mortalcoil]

[Coil can hear the awful noise in the cargo bay through the closed medical bay doors, but that's not why he's grabbing his communicator and pecking out an irritated message.]

what are you doing

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[theboogieman]

[oh, hey brother.]

what does it look like

how old are you turning, again?

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[mortalcoil]

why

and you dont know ?

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[theboogieman]

only comes once a year.

i lost track

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[mortalcoil]

did i piss you off or something

nineteen by birthday or a half year more by time

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[theboogieman]

your typing has gotten better.

[wow look at him not reacting to either point!]

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[forcefullyunstable]

Kylo Ren had been exploring the small ship when he heard the sound of a weapon firing. That definitely got his attention. So, of course, into the cargo bay he went,

"A primitive bowcaster. Interesting..." He mused. But it was still powerful enough that one look at the test in action made his side hurt. "Did you make that yourself?"

[theboogieman]

Now, Zhas had never been a terribly friendly or welcoming person. Even after warming up to most of his crew, he still tends to regard visitors and newcomers to his ship with suspicion.

So he glances over at the stranger, giving him a pointed look up and down, not bothering to lower his weapon-clad arm. His eyes glow a little in the dim light of the cargo bay, adding to his overall... Halloween-y appearance.

Finally, he nods to answer yes. And the weapon does have that cobbled-together look to it; it's a feat of engineering, but was made by someone who knows more about car mechanics than he does weapons construction.

[forcefullyunstable]

Kylo came closer, though slightly less confidently than if he would have had his Force powers at his disposal. Should Zhas choose to fire at him, he wouldn't just be able to stop the projectile in mid-air.

"They took my lightsaber away when they brought me here. Making a new one is certainly on my list of things to do." He added, something that he assumed they both likely had in common. "Where did you get the raw materials for that?"

[theboogieman]

Well, that he can understand. Talking to strangers is one thing, but trying to get a hold of something to defend yourself is another entirely. It had taken him forever to come up with a simple combat knife, let alone the parts for his bolt-weapon.

"...Just missed it," he says, his voice like gravel. He turns his attention to the tin targets and fires one more bolt through it with a bang--but after that, he finally lowers his arm. Kylo's chances of getting shot have significantly lessened.

He turns to the stranger again. "Bought them from the star system. Just left." He nods towards the bridge, too, like that would explain that he means the Fleet has left the range of the planets upon which he got them.

"Weren't cheap, either."

It's hard for them to find parts anywhere, let alone ones he can afford. This little weapon of his is four or five months in the making, and luck had a large factor.

[forcefullyunstable]

"Of course." He grunted, angered at having missed what appeared to be a quite valuable opportunity. While he was trapped in a supply closet on the Marsiva, others were arming themselves.

Mechanical parts were going to be hard to come by. A kyber crystal, even moreso.

"How often does the fleet visit one of these planets? And how technologically advanced are they?"