RP Unwritten

"What's on your hands?"

 

"These gloves, they have mighty punch power!" He then puts his hands into fists to show them off.

 

Isaac pulls out what looks like a leather bound journal, as well as a pen. "What are they made of?"

 

"Father Floran says he made with strange metals called cerulium and impervium. When I squeeze fists really hard they make hits harder and faster. Fast like ship sometimes." He laughs a bit.

 

"Inquisitive. Father Floran?"

 

"Nefarious abandoned. Floran tribe take me in and teach me stuff. Have father and mother Floran. Thats how I get strong, but don't know English well." He shrugs.

 

"Amused. That explains a lot."

 

Isaac writes down a lot of stuff in his notebook before closing it.

 

"So...Uhm...Anyone here...Normal?"

 

"I consider myself to be normal."

 

"Uncertain. We have a tin can, a floran-human and an ancient human, a mechanical fish, a tiny bird, and a few star-people."

 

"in my case not"

 

"Statement. Normal is boring, anyway."

 

"Id rather be normal actually"

 

"Considering. If I were normal, I would not have free will."

 

"Please dont remind me of hivemind glitch, those things scare me"

 

"Agreement. Those weapons are primitive, but they are powerful, and their wielders are ruthless."

 

"I happen to know martial arts and was one of the best from where I come from... I am normal compared to myself" Says ACE as he looks out the window awaiting adventure and new experiences.

 

Eden pipes up from the back, somehow unseen by the group despite their stature, "Normal might be safe, but how boring is that?" They pull out their gun and check the barrel.

 

The shuttle lands, and the doors open. Mitch emerges from the control room and walks to the front of the door. "Everyone behind me! We're moving out!" He turns and walks out of the ship. Two standard USCM soldiers follow him out.