driftfleet | First Breath Mingle

[Outside of continuing work on the gardens on the Iskaulit, as well as visits to Max on the Startruck, Furiosa spends most of her time on the bridge this month; watching the colored nebulae and various particle clouds outside the main view port. She seems to be in a more introspective mood, given the excitement last month.]

[Although she is always open to a sparring session should anyone want it, and still makes her customary walk about the ship to look for things that are out of place, or connect with newcomers and see that they're settling in alright. Your basic Captain-y things.]

[Did you find her? Or did she find you? Or was it a mutual chance meeting in the kitchen over coffee?]

Edited 2016-12-03 06:31 (UTC)

[As per usual, it was in his Engineering room. He is in a much more reflective mood himself when she pokes her head in, with what looks like a robotic arm resting between two clamps on his work station. He looks up when he sees her, flashes a grin.]

Just the lady I was looking for.

[Seeing him looking a bit brighter than the last time she'd stopped by, she enters the room and smiles softly at him.]

You're looking better. What've you got there?

[She nods to the arm, but of course it doesn't take a genius to figure out what it is.]

Sobriety works for me. Besides, I made a few promises. I intend to keep them.

[He gestured to the arm in front of him.] It is the device you required - I have finally come up with the first prototype. It's based on the work done on Mr. Barnes's own arm, so let me know if it is a bit ... too much.

[Furiosa walks in to take a closer look at the arm. It's more arm-like than her previous prosthetics, but what catches her attention most and makes her pause is it's finish; all is shiny and chrome.]

[She's not sure how she feels about it, frowning slightly as she puts her hand on it and runs along its length. Citadel cultuer had been so mired in chasing down this aesthetic, it's hard to shake the instinctual appreciation and the learned abhorrence.]

[But in the end it didn't matter, did it? She's not in that world anymore and she's not haggard by its fury. Tyrion's made a beautiful thing and what matters - what truly matters - is whether or not it works.]

Lets put it on and give it a try.

[He looks at her for a long moment, mis-matched eyes narrowing as he looks at her. The frown makes him brown, but her thoughtful look afterwards gave him a measure of relief. He cleared his throat, before he gestured to where the arm would connect to her old attachments.]

Now, there is likely to be bugs. After all, I could not take apart your ...stump to see how it would work with your impulses and all.

[Kaidan has been doing most of his settling in unobtrusively, painfully aware as he is of the lack of military procedure or roles to fall into. It's still hard to rid himself of that general instinct to be ready at all times.

Today that means exercise, as Furiosa finds him in the cargo hold working out with a pair of hand-weights. He's too focused to notice her come in.]

[She sees him, and watches him quietly. Once she's gotten a chance to asses him, she clears her throat and enters the cargo hold more fully.]

How are you finding it?

[Kaidan falters and carefully sets the weights down before he answers. Vega might have been able to hold a conversation at the same time, but not him.]

Still get used to things...m-um..[He stutters. Almost said ma'am again.]

Might be a little stir crazy, to be honest.

[... It almost sounds like he just called her 'mum'. A slight furrow to her brow, but Furiosa doesn't comment on it.]

It definitely takes some getting used to, if you're more familiar with something less sedate. We had stretches of downtime in the Wastelands but there were plenty of raids and supply runs to break up the monotony.

If you're up to it, I've found a little fight now and again to be refreshing.

[He rolls his shoulders thoughtfully.]

I wouldn't 'sedate' is the right word. Travelling between systems was a lot like this. Quiet. Not much to do except tinker with your gear and talk to the crew. I think the difference is that I knew where we were going and what we going to do when we got there. Here...I have no idea where Atroma is taking us. Uncertainty, you know? That's harder to deal with than monotony.

[He gives her a look, not quite skeptical but clearly weighing things in his mind]

Are you sure?

I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure.

[At this point she doesn't know about Kaiden's biotics, but by what she can see visually alone she's not intimidated; she's tussled with Imperators, she figures she can hold her own against this guy.]

[Probably true, not that he was going to break his abilities out for a casual sparring match. His own concern is for what might be called her handicap, but there were some people that considered biotics a handicap as well.]

All right, then.

[Flexing his hands a little, Kaidan moved farther into the center of the hold, where they'd have the most room to maneuver. He wasn't sure what to expect, but it occurred to him that she had to be capable enough to offer in the first place. Not someone he'll allow himself to underestimate, in other words]

[No, she absolutely doesn't consider it a handicap - and he'll learn soon enough he shouldn't either. She walks in and puts up something of a loose defense position. There weren't formal schools or training in the Wastelands - you learned by doing and you got better by learning from your mistakes and honing your strengths, you learned by watching those who were better and internalizing their skills, and watching those who failed and reminding yourself why.]

[She'll wait just long enough for him to put up a stance but then she's rushing in and throwing her fist.]

[He's barely ready for the first move but he manages to dodge back enough to avoid the hit, his eyes wide for a second before the expression morphs into one of mild amusement as he immediately throws up an arm of his own. It's a feint, though, a short punch that he follows up a moment later with a longer jab from his left]

[Kaidan is doing his best to get into the routine of the fleet. Or lack of routine, rather. With the last planet gone before he can investigate it, he's left with the slow progress of distant stars and time until he can get his feet on the ground. He hasn't been idle, of course. The intrepid Spectre has made his periodic visits to the Iskaulit, but when he's not quietly info gathering it's life as usual aboard the First Breath.

One thing that might be obvious within a few days is that Kaidan seems to eat. A lot. He's not in active combat anymore, so the demands on his system aren't as extreme, but even at rest his biotic metabolism needs constant re-energizing. So far he's kept his abilities quiet, unsure of how this new crew would react, but it won't last forever.

Mostly, that means he's often in the kitchen grabbing a snack of some kind or another, and he isn't at all shy about experimenting with the protein gel. Maybe he's whipping up something right now that at least smell like teriyaki chicken, or maybe he's sitting down eating a small serving of "banana pudding", or something else entirely.]

[Tyrion, on the other hand, rarely eats at all. He's as thin as a cat, but he's fine with that. He can subside on coffee and books, after all. He hobbles in, early one evening, nodding at the young man sitting there experimenting with food gel.]

I think you'll find you want to put in a bit more of the red paste, if you are looking for a kick.

[Kaidan eyes Tyrion as he enters, but keeps most of his focus on his cooking. He hasn't much of chance to speak to the man since he's been here, largely because Tyrion's been sequestered in engineering. Being the polite Canadian that he is, he's left his second captain to his own devices]

How much of a kick are we talking? On the scale of 'pleasant tickle' to 'someone just punched me in the solar plexus'?

[Tyrion puts a measure of sugar into his coffee, twirls it around, looking thoughtful.]

More like ... 'I have been suddenly slapped in the mouth but I enjoyed it'.

[He chuckles as he continues to stir]

That might depend on who did the slapping.

[That said, he'll reach over to the dispenser after a moment of deliberation and switches the mode to 'powder', letting a small amount fall into a small cup he had handy. Might as well make it interesting, he supposed.]

Are you a fan of spicy food?

My friend, it usually does.

[He smirked again, as he sipped his coffee. Breathing in deep as he started to feel his brain awaken.]

I have become fond of it, with my time overseas and here.

Overseas? Where?

[He can't immediately place where Tyrion might be from, so he doesn't entirely make the assumption that it's something like India or South America]

The city of Meereen. Of course, I have only recently gotten to taste the local cuisine ... my former master was grudging of his food staples outside of gruel. [Tyrion mused, before he gestured around.] And of course, here, is a perfect example of how one must broaden one's culinary background.

[Kaidan takes these details in with careful consideration and doesn't answer until he click off the stove burner and moves to dump his concoction onto a waiting plate]

I haven't heard of Meereen, but it doesn't sound like you traveled there on vacation.

Yes and no. I had planned on travelling there to meet with Daenerys Targaryan. I was first, alas, kidnapped and then thrown into slavery, but then I was freed by the luck of a plague.

[He shrugged.] The Gods like to lead us to our fates through the hardest paths.

I don't know if I believe in gods, but...that feels more than a little bit true.

[He moves to the table and settles across from Tyrion. His plate bears something that looks and smells at least vaguely like a mild curry, and he stabs a fork into a bit of it]

...yes that's usually the way with gods. They feel a bit more true than anything else.

[Tyrion drank deeply from his coffee mug, sighing happily.]

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