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RP: NSS Alliance Dignitaries and Diplomacy

Istvan noticed the fighting over the cigar. He snorted softly to himself, and quit the warm-up stretching to walk over to the group. He almost bounced as he moved, and there was some twitching going on, though whether that was because he was on "Big K" (or just because he moved that way normally) was hard to tell.

"I don't recognise you," he said, his slavic features making his broad grin look warmer. "My name's Istvan. Nicotine doesn't have all that much kick, I really would advise other things."
 
Benji appeared a bit later, not listening to a thing anyone was saying or doing. He had a long cable in his hand and was wearing his trench coat over his uniform. Benji seemed almost distracted from what he was doing. The big man took a look around and then walked over to a chair where he could easily kick back, relax and plug himself into the system. He sat down and then took one end of the wires and stuck it into a small outlet on his arm.

He shivered lightly when he felt the connection. With a small sigh he reached down/over and plugged himself into the ship and felt a cool, clamness wash over himself. He produced the needle that he'd tucked into his belt and then carefully stuck it into a vein on his neck and injected the stimulant. With a careless half wave, half salute he closed his eyes and put his head behind his head. he passed out minutes later, his mechanical parts taking over and waiting for the sim to start.
 
Kokuten straddled as everything happened, first he lost his cigar, then he got it back, then he gets an introduction. There was only one thing Kokuten could do that seemed right.

Puff.

Puff.

...

Puff.

After he got that flow he got his balance as he tripped away from Adrian, keeping his left eye in his direction, just in case. He then gave a 'thank-you-salute' to Rico and then extended a hand to Istvan, his right eye following in that order.

"Don't recognize you either, Kokuten Gaiasis Chiaki the Fifth." He nodded and continued. "I smoke cause it tastes good, and anyway, I wouldn't recommend stimulants for work out sessions, sometimes causes a case of Supersilo."
 
Adrian grinned malevolently. "Well, Rico, I took... uh..." He scratched his head "I forgot... no matter! Anyway, I can see we have another young crew member," The medic motioned to the large marine. "Istvan, is it? Sweet name. My name would be Adrian." He held out a hand, keeping it out even as his body gave a slight but rather noticeable spasm.
 
Gran had been wondering around the rec room, looking at the equipment and talking to a few marines. Most of them seemed pumped up and ready to go, he himself was a little nervous. He heard a small commotion going on behind him. He turned and recognized Rico. He walked over realizing that one of the marines seemed a little to happy for his own good, and another one that looked way off his rocker. He walked over, but kept his distance, not wanting to involve himself, but wanting to know what was going on.
 
Rico quickly took of his baret and ran his hand through his hair as everyone shook Istavan's hand. Rico himself instead chose to wave his hand, giving Istavan a small smirk as he introduced himself while he gazed up at the tall Nepleslian. "Name's Rico, baby."

After that, Rico turned to the other and relaxed his smirk into a good-natured smile. "So, you guys ready for this? All psyched 'n' shit?" Rico said in a sarcastic tone. "I'm hopin' to try out one of those new NAM AIR models...those things are fuckin' beasts! If any of you guys are in my squad, just try not to fuck up...I've had enough guard duty to last a few years, know what I'm sayin' baby?" Rico said with a laugh as he slapped a friendly hand onto Adrian's back.
 
Istvan shook each of their hands back with a nod. His grip was firm, but not crushing. "Pleasure to meet you. I need the stimmies... They keep me calm," he said to Kokuten.

He turned to Adrian. "Your name is also sweet."

He noticed the shakes. "Got the shakes? Eh, I do too sometimes when I don't get my stimmies..."

And to Rico he responded to the wave with a nod of the head, his eyes glinting.

"Don't worry about guard duty, it can always be worse. I've been in the Nepleslian army for three years and haven't been promoted because I was never anywhere near a major battle.... Fucking up can be taken for granted, but I'm fairly sure your squad can minimize damage."
 
Valo wandered the room looking at the men preparing to enter the training simulation. He was running surface diagnostic scans on the soldiers as he passed them. The scanners in his eyes shifted focus between the men quickly . While Valo could not force them to skip the training it wished to make sure they were all physically capable of performing without further injury after the last conflict.
 
"Minimize damage?" Rico repeated, his cheeks slightly filling with air as he resisted a burst of laughter. It didn't do him much good, which became apparant as he let it loose in a quick guffaw, throwing his head back as he did so. "No offense chief, but this is a VR sim. I've been playin' these things when I was fuckin' five years old, and I plan on enjoyin' this."

As he finished his statement, Rico flipped his beret back onto the top of his head, straightened it, and turned a bit towards the front of the room where Lieutenant Wazu was standing patiently, Ally standing a few feet to the side. Any time now, old man...
 
Kokuten scratched the hair on the button of his chin, while smoking up the rest of his cigar.

"Hrm, I've never used a power armor before." Kokuten said, his right eye on Rico, and his left checking out Gran real quick, then back to Rico.

"I was mostly taught small arms and syringes." The medic shifted his Medic strap into an outward position, then puffing his cigar.
 
Istvan stiffens at Rico's statement, his smile staying, but the rest of his face looking like it was trying to slide away. "Try not to taunt Murphy." he says "Maybe it's just me, but taunting murphy seems to lead to bad situations." He smiles thinly.


He too is ready for the simulation to start... he may be a bit superstitious, but on the other hand he was still alive....
 
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