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Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Once he felt he got his points across, Reagan would eventually relinquish his hold on Kadia by pushing her forward with a scowl on his face. Now you're beginning to understand my way which is the hard way. He said with his fists clenched tightly. Maybe now you'll keep those two lessons at heart due to their importance. He added, his words sounding as harsh as ever. Third and last important lesson. He then spoke again as he approached her. Always keep those lessons to your heart. Reagan demanded as he pressed a finger to her chest roughly.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

She looked down at his finger that was directly above her natural cleavage and then looked up at him, putting on the most serious face she could manage. I won't forget! She said, nodding reassuringly. She didn't understand why he was being so stern about simple and obvious stuff like this. After a minute her face got more relaxed and she was staring off into space yet again, losing her attention already. She then shook her head and tried to focus once more, her serious face back on. She then looked around as if she were trying to be alert of her surroundings. It was rather cute more than intimidating.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

For this part, I'm going to be using his native language. If you need to know what he's saying, go here and pop it in. !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ??? ???! A frustrated shout emanated from Reagan, cursing at her in his native language. I say bullshit to you! You have no focus! You have no drive! ?? ?? ! ?? ?? ???? ???! ?? ?? ? ??? ??! He growled again, cursing at her even more. Come on! Get angry with me if you don't like what I am saying to you! He added, demanding a response from her.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

When he shouted at him she blinked a few times and then looked at her feet. I'm sorry..I just... She started before tears began to stream down her cheeks. I've always been like that, I can't focus for very long sometimes. I don't mean it, I'm very sorry. She said, her voice cracking and then she found herself about to cry. She tried not to, so she took a deep breath. Please forgive me for crying...I don't mean to. She then looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. And what do you mean by drive..?
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Flustered that she didn't know what he meant by drive, Reagan hissed another curse to himself before slapping himself in the face. You know! You have no...!!! He was about to say before sputtering something in his native language once again. ??! He shouted, his hands hovering under his pants. You have no spine!
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

I have no spine!? Kadia gasped and then turned as if trying to look at her back. No, I have a spine...you kind of scared me for a bit. She said in relief and then shook her head. Why are you yelling at me? I'm sorry, just tell me what I'm doing to make you yell at me... She said, her worried expression turning back into the gloomy one. Please master, I'll do anything, just teach me! I'll do everything you say!
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Tcch... ???? ?? ?????... Reagan muttered under his breath in an irritated manner while looking off to the side while his face was wrenched into an aggravated frown before looking at her with the same look. You know what upsets me the most about you? Reagan then asked, looking at her dead in the eye. The fact that you act pretty when the world around you isn't. It is not all sunshine and rainbows in your lands. These are hard times in our lives now, when kings and queens require only the best of the best and will not settle for anything but. He explained. Generals will require soldiers for their armies. Clients will need mercenaries to do their dirty work. He added, sounding rather disgusted with himself for even mentioning the words.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Kadia had no idea what he was talking about. I don't act pretty... She mumbled under her breath as he ranted at her with things she didn't even understand. She then sighed and tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but she had a hard time. I don't want to be a soldier. I just want to be a warrior and I want to protect myself. But I do need money, so I guess for now I'll be a mercenary. Hmm, what's the dirty work mean? Because if it has something to do with human feces, or anything nasty... She trailed off, realizing she was getting off subject.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Not that kind of dirty work, ?. Reagan answered, slapping a hand over his face. I meant dirty work as contract killings, eliminations of high level politicians, garrison jobs, evidence planting, that kind of thing. He added with a shrug of his shoulders. You will have to be prepared for anything that comes your way. He concluded, pointing at her.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Well, I'm not sure if I can do something as dishonest as planting evidence. I don't think I can kill anyone either. Can't you teach me to do this stuff? Without killing anyone or framing them or something. Wait..is that even possible? She asked with a puzzled expression. She then looked up and then sighed and shook her head. Anyways, I just want to defend people and stuff. Can you teach me how to do that?
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

There is no such thing as defending someone without bloodshed, Kadia. You will have to take a life eventually. Reagan answered with a forlorn look on his face while shaking his head. Even I should know this better than you. He added, pointing at her this time. I can teach you the skills you need to know, Kadia. However, in order for you to truly grasp my way, you must kill in order to survive in this world. He added.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Kadia took in a deep breath and nodded. I really don't like the idea of taking anyones life, but you are my master and my teacher and I will listen to you. She said, solemnly and then looked at her feet. Even if it means that I have change the part of myself I like the most. If I remain this way I will always be a bumbling idiot, and I don't want that. She said with a sigh.
Thread: Life of a Nomad (BlisteredBlood & Luna)

Reagan simply nodded in response to Kadia's statement before crossing his arms in front of himself as he kept gazing at her. We all must change sooner or later, Kadia. After all, it is better to die standing than to live by crawling on your knees like some sniveling pathetic slave. He answered, his piercing eyes still not leaving her face. In any case, we begin training immediately. We need to gauge your ability with a sword then proceed from there. Reagan spoke once more before turning away from her to head outside.
Thread: On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

Nonsense. It was a nice read. Yes, out of all of the crew members on the ship, Ezra was the only one who didn't know that Rolet was a man. As far as he knew, Rolet was the first name of this person. And honestly, he never really looked Emily directly in the eye. Nor had he really, clearly, seen her face. As for her voice? It wasn't something that he really paid attention too. It was the words that stuck out in his mind more than anything. Was it possible for anyone to be as clueless as Captain Vaughn? Yes, apparently, it was. The crew was thankful that what their captain lacked in common sense, he made up for with his ability to lead and adapt to changing battlefield conditions. Ezra yawned as he heard a response come from within one of the corridors of the ship. He turned in the direction he thought the sound came from and looked around for the source of that sound, finding the mechanic in the middle of her work. Ezra could not place it, but there was something that was. . .different about Rolet. There were times when he found himself enjoying the presence of his friend a bit more than one would enjoy the presence of a friend. A different kind of feeling overcame him in such situations, a feeling he wasn't quite sure that he understood. No, that wasn't true at all. He knew exactly what he was feeling. It was an attraction to this other person, an attraction that confused him. Ezra was a bit of a ladies man. He flirted with most women that he came across, and had even gone into towns for the sole purpose of chasing skirts when he was supposed to be taking care of his duties. But he had never expected to find himself attracted to another man before. That was a fact that bothered the hell out of him. But Rolet was a close friend, so it was hard not to hang around the guy. Sorting out those kinds of matters had to wait for another time. Right now, they had a job that they needed to do and that deserved more attention than any of his personal troubles. I just came down here to see if everything was go. We need to launch in about sixteen minutes with the rest of the midday traffic. That important delivery to make and what not, he said, trying to contain another yawn. He wasn't quite able to do that though, and ended up yawning once again. We have to make sure that your baby here is in tip-top shape, just in case we get into a situation where I need to push her a little harder than usual. Ezra was a top notch pilot. When it came to maneuvering this large ship, he did so with precision. He knew the ships configuration, and he knew just how hard he could push it before it broke. Of course, he had to break it a few times to gain such intimate knowledge of it's ability to function. He still had scars from being hit with wrenches, screwdrivers, and various other tools that Rolet attacked him with from breaking the ship. Needless to say, Ezra was way more careful when it came to handling the ship nowadays.listulistu
Thread: On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

Putting her arms down at her sides, she eased up. He treated her like a friend, a teammate, not just an employee. She rubbed her nose, as she did a lot. It always itched, she found, mostly when she was nervous or something. Eeh, she looks about ready to go, Captain. She rubbed her nose again, smearing grease onto her cheek, little did she care. Rolet motioned for him to follow. Emily lead him outside of the ship, flipping open a flap on her tool belt she grabbed a drill bit, taking the drill discarded on the ground she opened up the metal side plate. Placing it against the titanium hull. As they walked, she mused to herself. Was it all an act? There were legends about this guy, how he was so miraculous and crap. His IQ was supposedly higher than most but... to her... Emily looked over her thin shoulder, eying his rough demeanor, his lazy and sloppily put together attitude and dress. Though, that style fit him, she wouldn't lie to herself and try to make him unappealing in her eyes. Never. But he was her captain, she was merely a Major. Her personal thoughts struck something, and nervously... she rubbed her nose. She had two easy give a ways about her nerves. When she wore her glasses, it would be massaging where the nose pieces indented on the bridge of her cute nose, or rubbing by her nostrils. Sometimes it was even just playing with the industrial piercing in her right ear.. The engine is in great shape even after your last fiasco, her baby blues glares hard at his face, that busted cylinder now works fine, she's greased up like a pan for bakin'. Transmission is good, gears are working fine. Everything is oiled up and she's filled to the brim with power. This baby is able to take just about anything you throw at her. Slapping her hand down on the engine a few times she beamed. Before she closed up the hull and lead him back inside. And because of your... enjoyment of riding this baby like a horny prostitute, I built my own passage to get to the engine from the pilot's room... thingy here... to fix it when in danger. Clapping her hands together, she placed them then on her hips. She tilted her head to the side, reaching up and fixing the hat on her head. Also... with the new attachments of artillery and the extra steel for protection.. you can't be too rough. She can go no faster than 400 clicks. You got that? Emily's hand resting on the wrench in her tool belt, threateningly. All of her tools were ordered, sparkling and clean. Never did they show any sign of being worn or used... she took very good care of them. Though that particular wrench looked to have a bit of a blood stain, probably from impacting his head so many times.
Thread: On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

Were his actions all an act? Not one moment of them. The truth was, Ezra was a bit of an eccentric. Like most natural geniuses, he had some odd quirks about him. One of the things that he hated in particular was physical exertion. He was just lazy. But he worked, he showed what he was really made of when he worked. He seemed to be a natural born warrior. It was the one thing in his life that he seemed to take seriously. Other than chasing after girls that was. Sure, there were many out there who liked a man in uniform, but none of them ever really seemed to want to have a lasting relationship with one. He hated being alone, and often opened up about that to Rolet. How Ironic was it that the one person that he was always around, always talking to about being alone, was the one woman on the ship. Ezra seemed to straighten up a bit when Rolet began to talk about the condition of the ship. All of the proper tune-ups had been made, parts had been repaired, and other details were immediately memorized by the young Captain. Sorry again about riding her so hard. That was a bit of an emergency and well. . .it was either bust a cylinder or the hull of the ship get busted open and the lot of us dyin'. I didn't feel like dyin' that day, Ezra said with a shrug. But it was quite true that he did enjoy pushing the ship as hard as he could. It was good to know that Rolet was considerate enough to make sure that there was easy access to the engine room from the bridge, but there was one little thing about that fact that nagged at him. 400 clicks was the max speed they could travel? He would have to make sure that he bugged his superiors for some tougher hardware once they got back here. If anyone were to get on the ship and make their way to the engine room, they would be in trouble. How is the security in the passage? What kind of doors and locks are we talking here? I don't want anyone other than you maintenance guys to be able to get through that passage with ease, Ezra said, the tone of his voice reflecting a more serious side. The captain pushed his hands into his pockets, his thumbs hanging on the outside of them tapping his legs quickly. His eyes caught a glimpse of the wrench near her hand and he instinctively shuddered. Ezra was more familiar with that particular tool than he ever wanted to be. Just looking at it gave him a headache. He cleared his throat and looked away from it, turning his attention elsewhere. We've got about ten minutes until we launch and it looks like everything is all in order. Thankfully, we'll be moving around with a bunch of civilian ships, so we don't have to worry about being sitting ducks. At least, not for the first leg of the transport. We're going to have to fly around about half of the planet and land in the region that was once called Africa. The place we're delivering this thing to is there. listulistu
Thread: On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

Emily was calm in the back, she never liked taking off though. She wrapped herself in the mesh on the walls and held her breath. The rocky take off shook her, and made shivers run up her spine. She tucked her chin down into her chest, and closed her eyes tightly, she was afraid, yes. And her fellow mechanics played on that fear. The tall, black, beefy man beside her laughed and nudged her shoulder. Calm down! We ain't gonna crash. How many times have we done this? Wiggling around in the mesh she whined at him, I don't like it. I always feel nervous. I'm not made for travel, why I ever agreed to do this job is beyond me. She clung to the side, and felt the vacuum like feel when they took off. her back was sucked against the wall, her hat tightened on her head, everything. Earth. Emily had never been there, not when it was beautiful at least, or so she was told. She had books from her great grandparents with photos of lush green oasis and harsh yet beautiful desserts. Now it was all raw and barren. She sighed softly. Thinking back to the stories. Yes, earth was once wondrous, way before their life time. There were mountains into the sky, birds, grass, flowers, oceans, rivers. None was man made, or at least, very little. The amount of technology created flourished over the ages. Going from simple wooden wheels to hover craft, to space craft! She'd never been on another world, never seen the other cultures after stepping off the ship. She had no need. But now her curiosity peeked to her. Once they were steady, the mechanics loosened themselves. The secured the terraforming device and checked all transmission statuses. When she made sure everything was okay with her team on the first found, she told them to make manual changes. Fixing her hat, she headed towards the flight deck but the words of their captain hit her hard. Fucking shit. She swore, without thinking, she ran to the flight deck. She waved her hand past the indicator, and entered the room. Captain! She saluted him quickly, she took the co-pilots seat. Um, sir. I'm going to stick around in here, because you are going to run the motor, I know it. She said, a slight depression in her voice. Eep short. x.x
Thread: On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

Can't be helped Rolet, this is another one of those situations where it's them or us. I'd much rather it be them than us, Ezra said. As soon as those words left his mouth, the thrusters of the ship came to life and the ship took off. But the three ships that had begun to chase after them were fast, faster than the Apex was. And that was troublesome to say the least. Ezra slammed on the brake, slipping behind the three ships, then he turned the thrusters on max and turned down sharply toward the planet. Though the atmosphere was gone, the gravity of the giant, barren sphere was pulling them in toward it. The three ships chasing after them all chased after the Apex, showing off how much more powerful their engines were. To fire on each other now would be dangerous for their weapons - the heat produced from the descending ship combined with the heat from a weapon would most likely destroy it. Maneuvering in these conditions was rather hard as well, but that did not stop Ezra from breaking away from their pursuers. At this point, he was pushing the engine closer and closer to it's limits, but didn't pay much attention to such things. Once they reached a certain altitude, the chase began again. This time, it was much more dangerous as the ships began to fire at each other. The Apex rolled and ducked between shots, diving down into what was, at one time, the Atlantic ocean. Ezra was using the oddly shaped terrain at the bottom of the crevice as cover as the ship neared red-lining. They might not have been a combat cruiser, but with such a weak engine driving the ship, it made situations like this one. . .a hassle. Ezra had one last trick up his sleeve that wouldn't allow them to get away exactly, but it would buy them enough time to get themselves armed and ready for the pirates who would be boarding the ship. Hang onto something, he said as his eyes narrowed. He slammed onto the accelerator, then forced the ship to twist at a sharp, upward angle. The ship spun several times, gaining quite a bit of height, before he dove back down towards the surface of the human-homeland. As the ship neared the ground, he pushed onto the brake causing the ship to slow considerably. It still, however, wasn't enough to keep the ship from sliding when the landing gear touched the barren sand. The ship spun several times before finally stopping. They were about fifty miles away from the base they were supposed to be delivering the machine to. Well. . .that went better than expected. . . Ezra said as he turned back to Rolet, flashing a grin. His hand hit the intercom and he told everyone to prepare for a level four security situation. They all needed to get armed, ready, and hidden. They were going to have to fight off the pilots that boarded their ship. After his announcement, he jumped out of the seat and stretched. You alright Rolet, he asked, knowing that his friend did not handle such maneuvers well.listulistu
Thread: On the Apex [ Nymphetamine and DudeGuy ]

Don't break her again. Or I'll break your skull, She said, trying to keep her voice from breaking. She'd been in mid sit-down when he turned the thrusters on. She felt as if her face was being sucked back as she was slammed down into the big chair. Her legs sent wildly into the air. Holy shit! She swore by the force of it. Her hands clasped onto the arms of the chair, and she inhaled deeply, no, she didn't like it one bit. She'd never likes heights, and knowing she was in a space craft hanging over a destroyed plant with no livable atmosphere and nothing to land safely on.. it increased her fears. Not to mention small crowded places threw her off, and she also got bouts of motion sickness. Her mind wandered to the motor below them, she could feel it struggling as he increased their speed, and began their defensive maneuvers. Emily's eyes flickered to the speedometer, You're going too fast. She warned him, fingers now clenching the arm rest of her seat. She closed her eyes as she felt them plummet to the earth. Emily hit the intercom, her voice was announced over the entire ship, Get to your ready positions and armor up for landing. Major Rolet repeats, get yourselves ready for landing and possibly a battle. No authority was in her voice, but the panic crossing over.. yeah, that would be enough. Watching the window before them, she had a first hand view of his roller coaster ride. Captain Vaughn, you're going to either blow the motor, or stall it. Land somewhere quickly! His words worried Emily. Oh Jesus.. She muttered, whispering a short prayer before strapping down her harness in the seat, and clinging for her life. She was green in the face by the time it all ended. Their rough landing shook he from her seat, and as soon as the sliding stopped, she removed her safety harness. Keep all systems online Captain, we need the radar up. Commanding him, she fixed her hat before reaching around herself, grasping the firearm lightly. Puling it from it's holster. Her eyes glares daggers at him. Better than expected ?! I swear to god, I'm going to beat the living day-lights out of you... She softened though, seeing his grin, hiding the blush that was touching her pale cheeks, she crawled under the dash, as instructed to. No. I am not alright. How did you get your pilots license? You fly like a maniac! She hissed. Emily hadn't even cocked her gun. It was still on safety...