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RP: Bahram Wing [Bahram Wing Pre-Phase: Mission 3] Ghost on the Silent Line

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"NVR forces have been destroyed, and I'm not picking up any additional frames on sensors. I'm putting it on the overhead." One of the sensor operators stated shakily, as a moderate resolution volumetric image of the battlefield was put on display. The Astarte and their escort were displayed as green objects, while the wreckage of the NVR vessels was in a dull gray. The remaining enemy frames, marked off with red silhouettes

The scene on the bridge had become one of elation, as the cheers of operators resounded both in the virtual and real bridges. The enemy had been defeated and with minimal harm to the ship. The Astarte had taken a few hits and would need some additional repairs, but she had managed to prevent a massacre that could have meant the end of settlement on Mazerin.

The XO was relieved, sighing quietly as his unflinching face turned to the operator. "Feed the data to our missions operators and tell them to relay it to our units in the field." He asked calmly, leaning over the front of his workstation. Keeping up a steely facade was hard enough when the news of radiation warheads had come in, and with no reason to keep going, he felt his body give out a little after the battle.

The operator made a quiet vocalization that might have been a nod had they been conscious in their own body, and went to task sending the data. "So I guess this means we'll be pulled off duty in a bit?"

Serhan lifted his head up and perked an eyebrow at the comment. "... hrm. Your expectations are a bit unrealistic."

"... ah!" The operator exclaimed in surprise, realizing he'd vocalized that aloud through the bridge PA system.

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"Bahram Wing, this is Astarte Mission Control. All NVR forces have been destroyed and XO Nejem has issued a return call for any frame units still in the field." The rather pleasant voice of the female missions operator chimed in, just as many arrived to dock with the ship proper. "Report to the briefing room for post-sortie debriefing and missions updates."
 
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With a soft sigh, Chanda stopped going the way she was and started heading at speed to the debriefing room. "I knew I forgot something." she grumbled, hoping not to be too late to the meeting.
 
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ON, VSV Astarte
High Orbit Over Mazerin
Bukor 11, 936
17:30, Commonwealth Standard Time


It had been nearly an hour after the final moments of the battle. The brave frame runners had been given a brief reprieve before their debrief to collect their thoughts, and change into more respectable attire. The briefing hall doors remained closed, but all those present outside of those doors or were just arriving knew full well that their Wing Commander and the Captain of the ship were within the room. With all the buzz going on after the battle the mood remained somewhat charged as the battle was still fresh within their minds. As the doors finally opened, the squad members were treated to the somewhat somber atmosphere as the Marranr and Vaygraiv were in their assigned seats at the head of the podium, waiting for the entire wing to file in as the line outside began to become crowded.

For some strange reason that Akjit could not comprehend, he was among the first to go into the briefing room. The Ivouri was dressed for the occasion in a more formal military uniform, but in all honesty, it felt wrong. It was too stiff, formal, fancy and other things. Maybe it was stiff because he didn't use it often, but, this was a more serious moment, so here Akjit was in his dress uniform. He quietly went in and sat in his seat. Or, the seat he thought was his. 'Is it mine? I hope it's mine. What if it's not mine? I'm sure it's mine...I think...' The frame runner nervously gulped as he sat stiffly; he didn't want to offend anyone. This meeting just didn't seem as friendly as the last one. 'Where's Mridula? She's always got something interesting to say.' He sneaked a glance left, then right. Gulp.

Chanda waited with slightly bated breath, wondering what was going on. This was slightly different from normal fight and mission debriefings. The pilot hurried to her assigned seat with the rest of her squadron, hoping it wasn't anything too horrible. Taking her seat quickly, she turned her attention to the waiting men at the front of the room.

As if summoned when Akjit wondered where she was, Mridula stepped into the room, her hands tucked into the pockets of her uniform pants, her thumbs left hanging out and bunching intermittently at the cloth. Her eyes swept over the seating, then up at Serhan and Naveed at the front of the room. She had shown up early enough to get in the front of the line, and as she took a seat near the front, avoiding the rush, she waved at Akjit with a small smile. "Hey," she mouthed to him.

As Zus pushed her way through the open doors into the briefing hall, she turned back to see where Mu'Tasim was, to see if she could go and get him or if it would be wiser to simply save him a seat. Idly, her hands played with the sleeves of her uniform, which had been bothering her; they weren't like the linksuit's conformal sleeves, but they weren't wide enough to really be comfortable. In all honesty, the Eyr Ranr wished the uniform didn't have sleeves, as she'd be much more comfortable if it were just a tank top and shorts. But, pomp and circumstance were as they were, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Ah! Saints prevail! The Dreamers have provided us the guidance to another fine victory this day!" boasted Mu'Tasim, in wonderous spirits, feeling the energy and emotion ebbing off all of the other pilots in the room. Unlike the others, he burst through the door in spirited fashion, likely gaining the eyes and stares of others as the Temple Guard made his resounding entry.

"Muna's blessings to all that are here today to revel in the victory!" Mu'Tasim cheerfully blessed the crowd of soldiers. His eyes scanned around the room for a moment before noticing a blonde headed Eyr Ranr sitting next to an empty seat. He strolled over with the energy brimming within him, and sat down next to the woman, smiling warmly to her as he rested an arm around her.

Zalus walked into the breifing room and took a seat towards the back. His day had been made no better by the battle but he had luckly made it through the battle with minimal damages. He sighed as he crossed his legs and relaxed into the seat. "Well that was something today... I'm not on my game..." Zalus shook his head at himself.

The way Nenetl came skipping into the briefing room, whistling merrily, one would scarcely think she'd just encountered near-death at least twice and gone through the first case of experiencing doubt in her life. Doubt had been experienced and conquered... it would never afflict her again! She was far too awesome. She felt no need to say anything, she just made her way to the furthest back seat she could manage - which happened to be relatively close to where Zalus was, not that she knew or cared who he was. Her expression was overwhelmingly cheerful. Afterglow-cheerful.

The Marranr stood at the podium, patiently awaiting for the arrival of his wing. As they filtered in, he took the time prepare himself for the debriefing. Simply put, he was rather pleased with his subordinates, and needed to hold his tongue enough to avoid breaking into even the faintest of smiles."Well, I'd like to congratulate all of you for your performance this mission." Despite this, the XO's voice showed the telltale signs of his clear appreciation for their efforts, as he spoke with a sort of restrained energy.

"Even in the face of an overwhelming enemy, you've managed to avoid casualties and carry out your mission objective, acting above and beyond what I would ask of inexperienced frame runners such as yourself." He brought up an image of the wrecked battleship and cruiser onto the viewscreen behind him, as well as small samples of footage from the battle itself. "In particular, the most veteran squadrons, our 1st, 4th and 5th... were instrumental in the destruction of the enemy vessels and the prevention of the the nuclear destruction the NVR intended for Mazerin. I could not ask more of our frame runners."

Naveed had been watching the proceeding with a pipe in his mouth, blue grey smoke curling into the air. Thus far Serhan had been doing a bang up job addressing the frame runners. Once it seemed there was an opening, the Vaygraiv took the chance to then address them as well.

"While your efforts were not in vain, Command has made a difficult decision for us all. As a result of this unprecedented attack upon one of our worlds, our time table for departure has been escalated now that the rules of engagement have changed. Over the corresponding weeks, I will be expecting much from you all, to familiarize yourselves with the new frames as we begin our push outwards and into the unknown to track down the NVR." the Captain tapped at the pipe slightly as he emptied it, looking to Serhan then with a little nod signifying he was done speaking.

Akjit returned her wave and quiet hello with a small smile and wave of his own to Mridula. People kept coming into the room, and it wasn't until Mu'Tasim that the tension shattered. He was like a pneumatic hammer against stone when it came to that. The Ivouri appreciated that aspect of the other Frame Runner. Now relaxed, he now openly looked around at the various faces that came in, Zus among them. She didn't seem to like the uniform either. 'But where's that one pilot? That, uh, Nenetl?' With genuine concern for the pilot he and Mu'Tasim saved together, he continued to look for this Nenetl; he didn't even know what this Frame Runner looked like and scanned the name tags.

And then she came skipping in, whistling a merry tune and bubbly with happiness. Akjit exhaled with relief. 'At least someone here is happy.' he thought. His mind flashed back to the cracked pod, the bright, brilliant Prajna slipping out and into the void. He shook his head.

The bosses were speaking. And then were done. Words. They were powerful things, but the thing that bugged him the most was the mention of 'nuclear destruction'. That puzzled him. Why? From a moral standpoint, it was just plain wrong, wrong wrong! On the other hand, the point of view his parents tried to teach him, it wasn't exactly profitable. They would say that there was always a reason behind something, good or bad. So, why did they try and do it?

"Why did they do it?" he asked himself aloud.

Chanda beamed a little as the commanders spoke, but hung on their every word. So we're going farther into unknown space? Oi...I really hope we're ready for this. she thought, stretching a little in her seat. Why would the NVR hide their base so far away from the system center? Doesn't that make most military incursions pricy resource wise?

Mridula sat on the edge of her seat, her elbows resting on her knees and her fingers steepled in front of her face. She was grateful for the praise - she was proud of the First, as she watched over them, but wished there had been at least a few words directed to the noncombat personnel. She quickly had more important things to worry about, though, as the Vaygraiv explained that they would shortly be moving out. This was already the furthest she had ever been from home; the thought of going out even further didn't exactly fill her with joy. There was a small spark of adventurous excitement in there, however.

Zus smiled at Mu'tasim as he joyously sat down next to her, cuddling into the proferred arm. "You're awfully boisterous today, My dream" the Eyr Ranr commented, feeling her love's excitement through his touch. She listened to what the marranr and the Vaygraiv congratulate them for their good job, then notify them that they were to chase the NVR. While Zus was not at all opposed to chasing down and destroying the NVR, she was a bit apprehensive about venturing into the middle of nowhere to fight an enemy that would probably be better defended and dug-in. "I'm unsure about our new assignemnt..." she commented, looking up to her love for some kind of sign or response.

Mu'Tasim smiled warmly at Zus, giving her a short nod, before the brass began to explain the intentions of the Astarte in the next few days. Despite knowing their mission took them into the heart of the threat, it made him even more fiery towards the ideal. Through the touch-empathy, Zus could feel this, his zeal coming forth. He stood for a moment, his stand proud, and his eyes glittering still with the spirit of victory.

"We have been given an excellent oppurtunity!" Mu'Tasim preached forth, holding his hands out wide. "Today, we've learned that we've the ability to ward off the attacks and petty assaults of our enemy! This is a clear sign, a clear sign of the victories ahead. Fate, Destiny, and the Dreamers are with us, my friends, and by the stern guidance of Ruh and the wisdom of our superiors, I believe that we've only just begun to forge our names on the anvils of history!" The Temple Guard said piously, before giving a comfirming nod, and sitting back into his seat. He looked to Zus, his piously-powered excitement flowing back to her as he comforted an arm around her.

"I believe we've nothing to be afraid of." Mu'Tasim grinned to his love.

The Marranr praised the efforts of Bahram Wing, which of course Nenetl heard as praising the efforts of Vaybalri Zeltzin. Hearing what you want to hear from superiors could be a valuable skill sometimes. It could also be dangerous, but that wasn't likely the case here. Of greater interest to Nenetl was the announcement of where they were going next. She had a distinct feeling that, were she anybody less awesome, this would be a suicidal mission to die alone in the empty blackness of space. It was fortunate for the entire wing that she was along to bail them out of trouble. Just like she'd done this time. Nenetl nodded along as Naveed spoke, her attention not wavering much from him, regardless of any other distractions that may have come.

"Regardless, the Astarte has taken some damage, and we lost one of our MASC specialists during the battle, so we will remain in orbit over Mazerin for another two days while repairs are initiated. You will not be allowed to go on shoreleave, but I suggest taking the time to contact your families and other loved ones before we exit the home system." Serhan continued, the bitterness of his words sticking to the tip of his tongue. Although he appreciated the gusto and bravado some of his crew brought to the affair, he couldn't help but think that it may lead the less seasoned troops to disaster, allowing them a reprieve from reality before they'd had a chance to harden themselves to it.

But his ways were not those of the Temple Guard. He was a soldier.

"Fly with eyes on your wings, and caution in your minds." The XO said with a stern visage, releasing his hands from the podium after a long stare and stepping off to allow the captain to have last words before the debriefing was concluded.

The Captain took the stand then as Serhan stepped down. The older Sund Wakir cleared his throat slightly, looking at the assembled wing.

"I cannot refute my Executive Officer's words for they are simple truths that we will all have to deal with in our own ways. While it pains me to disallow shoreleave, everyone is free to spend as much time as allowable on our communications lines to their families and friends before we depart. I will however add one more simple truth to the pile however. Remember, all those faces of your family and friends as you go out into the unknown, for they're the ones you will be protecting along with the countless millions of lives within the homesystem. It is for them that you fight. Remember this as you are on the frontlines, as you train for it maybe that just one of you, or all of you are what make the difference in this conflict."

The Vaygraiv turned away from the podium, stepping down and as he did so, the assembled wing could clearly hear. "Dismissed."

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Standing and saluting, Chanda quickly made her way out of the room, towards the baths. The only thing on her mind at the moment was relaxing after a good hot bath. Looking at all the people, she was wondering if she should ask someone to accompany her, due to the fact that it was no fun to smoke and relax alone.
 
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"Well, that was quite the short briefing." Mu'Tasim nodded in a calm fashion before looking over at Zus, his warm smile still bright. Though, it broke off into a less heartened gaze as she looked back to the door and then her again. It wouldn't be long until he'd have to conduct ceremonies for the dead. "Now that my duties as a soldier are over at the moment, I must return to the shrine." He stood as some of the other soldiers had already, and brushed off his robe. As he straightened out his uniform, the Temple Guard gave Zus a curious glance.

"Are you free for this evening?"
 
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Zus noted the shift in Mu'Tasim's mood, and it only took her a moment to understand why; there had indeed been casualties, though not many. but still, a loss was a loss, and the Sund Wakir's duty as the shrinekeeper meant that he had to hold some kind of service for the fallen.

Then, he asked her if she was free that evening. She blinked for a few moments, thinking; She wanted to do some more simulator runs with the Raevr, to try and figure out better tactics and more effective useages, but that was her own time. She could probably call her family while Mu'Tasim was performing services, so that wasn't a problem. that meant that, Yes, she was free.

"Of course, Mu'tasim." she answered, smiling. Getting up from her seat and mimicking the bearded man's motions of straightening the uniform, the Eyr Ranr moved in and gave him a hug.
 
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Mu'Tasim replied with a firm hug in return, his arms bringing her in tightly for a second before pulling back.

"Come by the Shrine at 25:00, I should be done by then. Even if you only have a moment, I'd like to see you before the day is out, away from rank and file," He smiled at her, his golden eyes searching hers for a moment, "Just us, and nothing else, for --..." A resounding beat of bass and drums and electrified tunes coming from his pocket, a resounding tune from Fried Runyeans hit single, Destabilized.

~What is a world without chaos? Is it white, black, with dullness or gloss?~
~I don't know these answers, man. I'm--


Mu'Tasim cut off the tune as soon as he pulled a Datarod out of his pocket, popping up a small volumetric window. There was no video, just audio, so an oscilloscope took it's place.

"Farouk-Sera! Are those boo-bumbling brass-fools done listening to themselves over-talk, now-yet? The elder stewards are getting pressured to start the ceremonies!" chimed a peppily-panicked, very girlish voice on the other end, with an odd sense of speech. "We need you far-down here, at your so-soonest, Farouk-Sera!"

"I will be down shortly, tell them I am on my way." Mu'Tasim responded calmly.

"Good-great! Very good-great! I will see-spot you later!" the girl chimed before cutting the line. The Temple Guard shrugged with a defeated smile at Zus.

"It seems they're getting ancy, I must get going." said the Sund Wakir to his Eyr Ranr beloved, now in a bit of hurried tone. He started towards the door, and waved back at her. "I will see you later!"
 
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So everyone seemed to be leaving the briefing room. Good! Firuz had managed to get one of the other Spaceship Operators to cover for him while he went over to look at the crew of the Bahram Wing. Being on the VSV Astarte had been a good start-up, and these past few days working on the crew had been the highlight of his career thus far! And to think his dad wanted him to become a professional Tower Diver! This was way more exhilarating.

Firuz was restless. He had gotten a taste of the action with that little scuffle that the VSV Astarte had just gone through, but he wanted more! After all, when the fight began, they put in the more experienced Spaceship Operator to navigate the ship. How long till they trust me with this kind of stuff, I wonder? I can't really blame them for not picking me when the fight came around, but I want to be able to prove them I'm an able operator... Firuz thoughts had raced through spaceship combat scenarios and simulations ever since he got into the Vanguard, so now he was tired of not being able to put them to use.

As people left the briefing room, Firuz looked at the Bahram Wing crew for the first time since his stay at the ship. An old, beardy man with odd horns, who, judging from his appearance, was definitely a Temple Guard. A young woman with blue eyes and blond hair, and very curved horns. He might as well start familiarizing himself right now, considering later on he would be working for them for a living.

He was scheduled to be the VSV Astarte's new Spaceship Operator, after all.
 
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'Would anyone care if I smoked?' he asked himself. His parents had preferred that he not, but they weren't there at the moment. Besides, with the briefing done, and lots on his mind, he needed to sit down and relax. And hopefully, a tidbit of Salcra would help with that. 'From a more objective standpoint orientated towards the politics, trying to set off the dirty nukes on a populated planet like that...' He kept on thinking about it. And there we other things on his plate as well. 'Is it really their fault I have IT in my VANDR?' As he got up to go to the small sitting spot in the bathroom, he simply thought too much about his NI. It's words echoed in his head, and the image of an Iroma boiled alive in Prajna came into his mind.

He definitely did not want to take Salcra with that floating around in his head.

"Maybe I'll just soak instead." Akjit spoke to himself, attempting to pull his mind away from the vivid imagination.
 
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Rashidan had been quiet during the entire briefing, for the most part. He hadn't had much to say, and sitting in the back of the room, he had guessed that no-one had really noticed him. Now that it was finished, however, Rashidan was left with a choice. Overhearing the conversation between Mu'tasim and Zus, the opportunity to pay his respects to the dead presented itself, along with the opportunity to train with Storhan. At the same time, there was the chance to get to know some of the new people in the squadron.

Malik seemed to just be standing up straight near the door, apparently lost in thought.
 
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Chanda soon gave up, moving to the community baths to soak for a bit, giving a content sigh and relaxing in the warm water after rinsing off again. "MMm..this is exactly what I needed after that fight." she murmured, stretching out under the water.
 
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Isha Ragnar rose at the end of the debriefing with a smile glued to her face. Admittedly, she hadn't contributed all that much in the last battle- she blamed most of it on her fear of melee combat- but she was still a member of the Bahram Wing's 1st Squadron and that was something of which to be proud... and she was.

As she headed for the doors, though, her mind was wandering toward her parents' home, wondering what the news might have said- if anything yet- and also how her idle young brother was doing. Walking with her head in the clouds, the Field Physician bumped shoulders with Akjit; out of reflex, she reached up to his arm. She offered a warm smile and an equally warm impulse of emotion, but was a little shaken by the slight taint she received in return.

Her smile shifted to an equally friendly but curious expression. "Are you alright..." she paused to read the name off his uniform, "Chirimar?" Concern came naturally to her, and being in uniform certainly doubled her alertness of others' well-being.
 
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Akjit didn't really get a chance to respond, as Malik had come to a decision. Bahram Wing had just done an important thing, and as frame runners, they still had one last duty to fulfill.

"Hahaha! Of course Akjit's alright, he's just a little shaken up!" Malik's arm was around Akjit's shoulder, and he was smiling broadly at Isha. "It's normal! Anyway, I figured, since we just won a major engagement, and I'm pretty sure that some of the old people like Zus, Mu'Tasm, Zalus, and me are almost aces, we should all go celebrate in the mess, after we pay our respects in the crew shrine, of course." Rashidan apparently had no intentions of letting Isha or Akjit get out of this, and he wanted to get whoever else he could in on this. The boisterous pilot turned his head to look at Zalus and Nenetl.

"Hey! Zalus, Zeltzin, you two gonna come along?" Malik looked at Zus. "How about you, Zus?"
 
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Isha threw a false but convincing smile at Malik. She was still rather concerned about Akjit, but could let it go... for now. She didn't want to ruin the celebrations. "Sure. I'd like to get to know everyone, so that would be wonderful." No better way to get a crash-course lesson in everyone's personalities than an alcohol-fueled celebration.
 
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Long story short, the cute little sand rodent that represented Akjit's thinking process had tripped in it's exercise wheel when onlookers pelted it with bits of food; the sand rodent quickly became disorientated as it spun round and round in it's squeaky wheel. The reasoning behind this was simple. One moment, he was brooding over the gravity of what had just occurred, the possible political ramifications of said occurrence, and what to do about possible meddling on his Erla VANDR II. Next, Akjit was caught unawares and hit in the head with a fastball; a pretty and nice looking fastball. In all honesty though, she was still a hard hitting fastball that had the young Ivouri dazed. To make matters worse, someone decided to get an automatic weapon and hose him down with things to do. By the time anyone looked to him for his personal opinions as to what to do, he was, of course, a little disorientated.

"Eh, yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. I guess I'll, umm, tag along." Akjit's timid, honest, yet slightly confused smile tugged at the scars on the side of his face.
 
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Nenetl was more or less a diametric opposite to Akjit. Though she'd been rather quiet during the briefing, there had never once been the slightest inclination that she was even remotely worried about anything. The VANDRfuckers would die, and the best and brightest - obviously Nenetl - would survive, gloriously, and maybe remember them with pretty and/or inappropriate poetry later.

Malik said something that seemed to be directed at her.

She flashed a bright smile at him.

"I'll meet you all there. You might need more rescuing." The way she stated that, it was just so matter-of-fact and self-satisfied... and absolutely irreverent.
 
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As the crew made their way through the hallway, Firuz kind of just let himself into the group. He'd be a bit shy at first, or a bit quiet at least, considering he didn't know anyone of them.

Fiver said:
"It's normal! Anyway, I figured, since we just won a major engagement, and I'm pretty sure that some of the old people like Zus, Mu'Tasm, Zalus, and me are almost aces, we should all go celebrate in the mess, after we pay our respects in the crew shrine, of course."

Was that opportunity knocking on Firuz' door? It sounded like it was!

Well then, might as well seize the opportunity, right? Firuz decided to follow along with the gang. Hell, introducing himself before spending time with them wouldn't be a bad idea, either. "Bahram Wing was awesome out there today, congrats guys!" He walked into the group, next to Malik. "Hope we might get some more action later on. The Astarte is really killing my need for battle high, you know?"

Yeah, that was smooth. Reeeaaal smooth.
 
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Isha chuckled at the ecstatic newcomer. "Just take it easy, okay? Dreamers forbid I have to attempt to put someone back together on the field." She let that settle for a second before introducing herself. "I'm Isha Ragnar, Field Physician."
 
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Immediately, Akjit got even more uneasy than he was. 'So there's people that like killing who are in here?' He mentally asked himself. The new guy's words set the stage for the Ivouri right then and there; he was already suspicious of this, this...who was this? Akjit's eyes scanned the nametag; it read 'Vayshirin Jaralei'. Yes. He didn't like this 'Jaralei' already, especially after going through what he just did as he fought in his VANDR. He tried to crush any feelings he had about the sudden rush that Malik, Isha and Nenetl had given him, and focus on this guy, trying to figure out what to say to show just how much he 'appreciated' the sentiments. Of course, by then, Isha beat him to it.

She set the stage before he could, and now he had to be nice. "Yeah. My name's Akjit by the way. It was, um, a bit crazy out there but most of us came back in one piece." He spoke with an uncertain smile, hand on the back of his head. "Eh, w-what's your name?" he asked.

Akjit masked his hostility by continuing to act shy, venting his shiftiness into his usual routines. He was usually shy anyways, and this was little different. The others wouldn't notice a thing except think he was bashful with the new guy.

'I've never really hated anyone before. Is this what's it like?' he thought.
 
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"Sorry Malik, I can't go now, I've got some business to attend to." Zus answered Rashidan, turning down his invitation and making her way out of the briefing room. She made her way to the communications center, and found an empty spot, then sat, contemplating calling her parents for the first time since she had been stationed on Mazerin, and now, she was on the Astarte.

The Eyr Ranr sighed, and calmed herself down, then began to dial the Ognier address....
 
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