At the end of the day, unlike earlier, not as many customers were hanging in the pub. Venus left after an awkward conversation with Grim, and the boy ended up passing out in his table. Lobo couldn't help but not charging his last drink. With an odd smile, mixing a little bit of deception with some surprise, the bartender said: "Heh, that didn't end as I thought... I'll let this boy stay around for a while, not sure if he's ok to go home now" "At least, that nurse Roxie made me some good coin! Can't say this was a bad day" Says him, as the smile grows into a satisfaction laughter. But his joy quickly fades always, as he thinks of what could've happened with the captain, the nurse and the glitch who were at the pub before the alarm... also, Spire... "The Ritual..." "Damn thing happened way faster than It was planned!"
Adrienne sat in the mess hall with loathing. She hated almost everything about the BHF, but she endured. "What is the deal with everybody? Why do they hate dez... I mean cyborgs?" Cali asked with a mouth full of what Adrienne assumed to be mashed potatoes. The trio sat by themselves at an empty table. "I think it's because we are a sign of 'weakness' or some bullshit." Maria answered before Adrienne could speak up. "We?" Adrienne stated straight at Maria, who hadn't even touched her food. "Yeah, we. Look." She pulled down her collar, which revealed small black lines underneath her skin on her neck, running down to her back. "I was paralyzed during boot-camp when an obstacle crushed me. They replaced most of my spine and some major organs." "Damn. Sounds like hell." Adrienne was shocked, to say the least. "I thought I was the only one here." Maria punched Adrienne's arm. "Are you kidding? You were taken down by your own dad and left for dead with nothing but one arm! You lived through hell. I was fixed immediately with medicine. I was told about how you...installed your new parts." "Yeah... " Adrienne felt her prosthetic arm. "It was horrible." She decided to change the subject. "So I'm guessing you two know about who I was?" "Everybody does, Ms. Pirate Princess. You've been here for almost a year. I'm surprised that you don't already know this." Cali cut in, feeling slightly left out. "Well, I haven't exactly made any friends around here. Warm welcomes are alien here. Basic training seems like a haven compared to here." Adrienne pushed around the mush on her plate. "I don't even think this is food." God, I miss home. Adrienne shook her head to clear her 'unwanted thoughts', eliciting odd looks from the two others. Maria asked, "Are you-" "I'm fine. I just need to go use the restroom." Adrienne stood up and ran the facilities, thinking that some cold water would help clear her head.
Newgate Robotics Co. model B2-001 floats aimlessly throughout space. Hitting a rock, he reviews his accumulated memory storage. he was a faulty model, the first of his series, as well. It was highly illogical of his creators to jettison him in space. They lost one Model B1, and send him out to look? But it was too late for that now. He wo-- >>MOVING OBJECT DETECTED His optical sensors booted up, just in time to see his collision with a large ship. He used his manipulator limbs to grasp the hull. perhaps this is what happened to his predecessor? The next step would be to find an entrance.
((Sure)) Exodus followed bade to the training room, not really saying much. She heard some commotion, but payed it no mind. Heeheehee! Ellie giggled like a child. Edgar 'sighed'. What is it this time? Nothing, just a little plan. "We're all gonna regret this aren't we?" Ellie laughed a bit more. Mayyybeee. "I'd rather not hear it." Exodus said aloud. "Are you sure these gloves are totally safe? Last time I messed with them the laser diode overheated and melted a part of the glove."
"Yeah....it might be better if we just work on target practice. After what happened this morning, I don't know if it's smart to point it at an ally." Bade put on the gloves and walked into the training hall.
"Okay. As long as I'm only shooting at targets." Exodus said absently as she also donned her glove and headed into the training room. She clenched and opened her hand to get the glove to fit right. "Now, lets get training." Oh yes. You'll be 'training' all right! Ellie cackled. "Not right now. Edgar, you deal with it. I don't want to mess anything up." Fine, but I think it's a poor choice to train with us arguing. "It's fine, Edgar." Exodus now blocked the two out.
Torang pressed a single button along a series on a pedestal. A force of well armored robots appeared in front of them. "Highest difficulty?" Bade asked her.
Ten minutes have past and the pills were now more than in effect by now. But why is one of the Doctors of this ship drunk? I mean really, guess she did something good by making those pills, though. "Ok, if I'm going to do anything I need to know all of the information we currently have on the patient." she said promptly. Once the pills kicked in she spared no expense. To everyone's demise, play time is sadly over. No more beer for a while.
Ignatius looked at her for a bit and nodded to assure her that he understood what he had to do. He rubbed his index finger along the bed post at the foot of the bed and a clear screen appeared. "Captain Ignatius of the Space Pirates, Scan." Ignatius said looking directly at the screen. The monitor scanned his body and a check appeared on the screen. "Hello, Captain Ignatius, what is it you would like to do?" "Perform a full-body scan on this man and display all information, physically, psychologically, and past records of his events in the Space Pirates." "Ex-First Mate, Spire." The voice said as all the information Ignatius asked for appeared. "Is that all you need, Roxie?"
"That'l do." Roxie quickly said. She knew she needed to do this operation as fast as possible, as it is a very serious situation. This situation is as serious as someones heart that gave out and it needs to now be replaced. Wait . . . but that analogy matters not. Roxie has no time to think of such analogies, she has open heart surgery that she needs to perform! You can see the clear differences between the analogy and the process under hand. And so the process began. Open heart surgery is a very, very serious thing as one can tell. The process of taking ones heart out and then putting it back in can be very traumatic to the body, and Roxie is currently under the process of putting a new heart in. The surgery is currently about half way over, the first half consisted of mostly preparing things for when she takes the heart out and puts the new one in. Right now she is in the process of connecting the new heart within Spire's body so that when she takes the old one out, the new one is already in and it limits the possible amount of damage that can be taken to the body dramatically. Don't want to take out the old heart and have him die from the chronic illness of not having a heart. A truly devastating disease that is a guaranteed death. Don't want that now, eh? The process goes on. After hours of operation on this poor sods body, we are almost done with the hard parts. The new heart is connected to the body and the old one is taken out. Right now Roxie just needs to make sure that everything is in place exactly where it needs to be and nowhere else! Don't want to have to reopen his body later because a artery was connected to the wrong valve or something now. In the process of doing this Roxie was ever-so slightly tempted to sew some word in his body. It would have no harm on him, but it would just be brilliant. But she was able to keep her cool and not deface his insides with string-graffiti. What a shame. At long last everything is in place and Spire is now in one piece again! Quickly! Grab the cigars! What do you mean you're not supposed to smoke in a hospital environment? What do you mean even is you could it's only when a baby is born? OH well, I guess it doesn't matter that much. It will just have to wait until later. Until then Spire will be under the supervision of some nurses that we will never even figure out what there names are. They aren't important characters; they don't matter. All you need to know is that they take care of spire and hopefully when he wakes up he wont hit on all of them. Maybe we should get some more ugly nurses to prevent that? Naaah, we'll trust that this man knows how to keep his cool. "I'm going to bed." Roxie shouted back to no one in particular. Performing surgery is a very tiring thing, most doctors just pass out from how ti-Roxie collapses on the ground. What perfect timing. Passed out in the corner of the room. She probably could of made it to her room, but that probably would of been too much work.
Newgate B2 clumsily makes his way across the bottom of the ship's hull, looking around for trash chutes or open hangar doors as he does so. upon reaching what he could identify as the middle of the ship's underside, he paused, waiting for something, or someone, to reveal an entrance unintentionally.
As Spire's history in the clan was appearing, it began to erase itself. "Classified." The voice said. "How can it be above my clearance? I'm the captain!" "Only members who were there are allowed to see this point in the Space Pirates history." "Oh, fuck off!" Ignatius yelled in frustration. "I'll fix you later." "Yeah righ---" The voice cut off. "Is there anything else you'd like, Captain Ignatius?" "No, that'll be all." Ignatius said trying to hide his anger.
Ignatius watched as Roxie collapsed after the intensive performance. "I'll take her to her room." He said before the glitch could respond. Ignatius picked her up with both arms and carried her to her room. "You want me to tuck you in? I'm saying this only because you seem like the type that would like that sort of thing." He put her in bed and pulled the sheets up. "Now to figure out why even I don't have clearance to his records."
Spire, woke up, groggy. He was still on a table and- "Oh shit!" A particularly shapely nurse looked at him in confusion "Am I dead?" "I beg you pardon, sir?" "Well, am I dead?" "No sir you a-" "Are you sure? You look like an angel." The nurse blushed and informed someone that Spire was up, then started untying him. "Did it hurt, baby?" Spire said with his sleaziest smile. The nurse looked at him with a glare. "When you fell from heav-" Spire went on anyway, interrupted by the nurse: "You know what, asshole? Untie yourself!" The nurse stormed off. Spire winked at her as she passed. He quickly made short work of the pitiful bonds, already weakened by angel. "Time to figure out what's going on." As Spire left, he slapped the ass of a nurse studying a microscope. He quickly located a technician, who repaired his EMP blocker, and Spire's shields went on stealth mode, making them weaker, but no longer visible. Spire lit one of his cuban cigars, and advanced down the hall.
