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Who: Flug, Red Fish and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Red Fish
When: NOW after Flug gets back on his feet

"Greetings Red Fish, this is your captain speaking!"

[And fresh from the medical ward, if the IV drip Flug is sporting is anything to go by. His goggles glint with mischievous glee as he steps away from his desk to reveal a seemingly inoccuous dial adjacent to the hallway doorframe.]

"Presenting Red Fish's prototype teleportation and travel station! Through these terminals I have installed, long trips of carrying heavy cargo, escaping potential threats and lengthy evacuation procedures are a thing of the past! With the turn of this dial, many doorways are now interchangeable! Just remember the terminals will only recognize you and a specific amount of mass your space occupies. Should you need you to add a guest or adjust these parameters simply report to me."

[Or just adjust them yourself through the terminal at the bridge; it's easy enough to identify through the copious amount of sticky note instructions Flug plasters over everything. But hey, he likes to feel important.]

"Observe!"

[And suddenly Flug strides into the kitchen... along with the potted plant from his room which also came along for no discernable reason. ]

"...Occasionally some bugs may occur"

[Private network]
[As useful as the teleporters were, having a side project helped provide good cover up for the other collaborative effort the fleet got up to. Ensuring all lights and cameras are off Flug boots up a different device...]

Initiating beta test protocol.. two.. three.. please respond. I trust everything is still operating efficiently?

OOC: Teleporters on Red Fish! You didn't ask for them, you might not even want them; regardless you now have them! As expected of something cobbled together from a junkyard, they are prone to malfunctions; maybe sometimes you'll wind up in a different room than the one you intended or perhaps your tiny stereo likes to turn on and off randomly when the signals get crossed. It's yours to play with as you please! With that, I am officially back from hiatus. Fluggyboy collapsed after working too hard If you would like to assume you have helped him (in building or forcing his ass to get medical care, feel free!) I'm excited to see new faces :> as always feel free to PM or hmu on plurk!

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"Highly, mostly, unlikely."

[If it helps for clarification, however... the Doctor's speech turns graver]

"When you've seen some of the things I have, you learn very quickly nothing is without chance."

[You have no idea the impossible things he has witnessed.]

"Nico. Our crew is very very small. I CAN and HAVE operated an entire vessel on my own; but to stand a chance of trying that here, I need to be everywhere at once. Until we know what problems we might face with lesser manpower, we have to take every precaution we can."

[None of this is very reassuring. But what else is new? Nothing is without chance is right.]

No kidding.

[He heaves a sigh.]

Fine. Okay. I don't know anything about space ships, but this is my ship too. So ... fine.

"Glad to hear you're coming around."

[Not that Nico has much choice, but the cooperation is better than being at odds. ]

"On that note, were you successful in acquiring a sword, yet?"

[A security officer without the weapon they know best is just a wasted opportunity.]

[Can't he cooperate while being at odds? He's rather good at that.

He nods, lips pressed together in annoyance.]

I got one made. It's... [Sigh.] It'll do for now.

"Not to your liking? Did the one you're used to perhaps have special attributes not found in the metals around here?"

Yeah. Pretty much. I'm never going to find what I need to make a sword like the one back home.

"Never say never in the face of unpredictability."

[What did he just say about nothing bring impossible, hm?]

"What was it capable of?"

[Don't mess with his pessimism.

And look, he trusts Flug about as much as he trusts anyone here - which is not at all - but he's never really been shy about his abilities.]

It can absorb the lifeforce of monsters, demigods, gods... non-mortal things. [Though it could deal damage to mortals, as well, unlike other magical metals of his world.] And I can use it to channel my powers.

"Like using their souls?"

[Flug cocks his head at that, it's certainly much more intuitive of a response than he was expecting. Nico had powers did he? That was handy to know.]

"Does it store the energy indefinitely or, just, release it at a later time during battles?"

Yeah. Something like that.

[Souls. Essence. Whatever it was that made them, them, when their bodies went kaput.]

If it doesn't destroy them, they're stored. For a while, at least. Eventually, the soul goes where it needs to. [Which depended entirely on what matter of being had been slain.]

"Fascinating. Usually the only sort who deal with anything powered by that sort of method are--"

[Villains-- ah but Nico wouldn't appreciate such a comparison, would he?]

"Well, nevermind that. I'll have to do some thinking on it. How is it you came across such a weapon to begin with?"

[It wouldn't be the first time he's been compared to a villain. His morality straddled that line. Maybe he wouldn't appreciate it, but he expects it.]

Thinking on...? Oh, um. I made it.

"You-- I'm sorry, you made it?!"

[Flug leans back to really take in the kid before him. How had he missed out on noticing his security officer held such power?]

"And I assume it can't be done again. Is Atroma blocking access to your abilities, or is it more of a... ah, circumstances type of situation?"

Er...yeah?

[He shifts, uncomfortable with the scrutiny.]

It was forged in the River Styx. That's what made it what it was. I doubt I'm going to find an underworld river on one of these ships.

"I imagine anything forged in the River Styx would rely on power from souls."

[A pity it isn't here. He should try visiting Styx himself sometime, if this nightmare show ever ends.]

"Not a place I hear people mention often. Are you a God, Nico?"

[People don't often mention it back on his world either. Most have forgotten it's a real place, and relegated it to myths and stories. Nico only hears its mention so often because his limited socialization boils down to gods and demigods like himself.

Speaking of. He lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug.]

Only half.

"Ah. Demigod. I had no idea. Do you.. Do you usually have worshippers, or anything of that sort?"

[That almost gets a laugh out of him. He chokes a little.]

No. Nothing like that. No one is worshiping someone like me.

"You would be surprised what sort of people get worshiped."

[Honestly Nico, you can't be any worse than some of his more immortal customers.]

"All the same, I'll do my best to remember that."

[People forgetting he was a doctor was annoying enough, having to remind others you aren't an average mortal must be even worse.]

[He does snort something of a laugh at that.] Not really.

[There were some pretty awful beings out there, mortal and immortal.

He doesn't think it's all that important to remember any of that, but he's caught off guard regardless.]

Oh. Um, thanks...