Sister Sara
Daziel dashed into the bay at full scuttle to come alongside Sapphire with his hands outstretched.
"Oh, no, no darling, we simply mustn't!" He cried, sliding into a chair next to her to join the feed. "Detaining people so openly would be practically begging for a lawsuit. Aside from that, bringing him here would only give us another cursed mouth to feed, no offense to those with mouths present, darling."
Sighing, the executive settled down a bit, putting a supportive hand on the shoulder of the headstrong communications specialist. He squeezed her supportively, then spoke on the line himself. "Miss Koga, Miss Mako, if you would kindly inform the gentleman that it's quite dangerous out just now, pirates and such. Bid him our most earnest warnings and perhaps ask if he may be inclined to leave home for the time-being presently. Oh!"
Daziel straightened with a smile and a sudden look of interest.
The Desert (As If Ake Ain't All Desert)
"And ask him if he'd be willing to trade with us. We need suitable materials to fabricate a long-distance laser antenna. We've somehow been cut off from space, and it looks quite bad over here, I should say."
The final words of Daziel's message crackled through inside Akemi and Mako's suits just as a heavy breeze cut across the wasteland around the impromtu compound. Roland's hat first turned at the brim, then tilted down of his goggles with the force of the mad wind that kicked around rocks and, had there been any, leaves. It was a northerly breeze, coming from the supposed direction of the crashed pirate vessel, and it brought sand with it. At this rate, a sandstorm would pick up in no time.
Elijah
Hearing no reply from Daziel about the nanomachines, Alice was left alone in the med-bay with the unconcious Greg and the other prisoner. Said other prisoner was now calming down from his fearful fits, slowing his rocking, and quieting the uneasy mumbling of before. Now, he reached out to Doctor Mason for mercy.
"Um, Doctor... Doctor Sawbones, right? That's what the big guy said." He spoke up, his vocie grainy with extended use, "Is it-- Can I please be moved, at least for now? I promise I won't try anything funny. You can tie me up, you can even starve me, but please: I don't wanna die, not yet."
Cave Story
Spencer scoffed at Seiji's ignorance of modern surveying.
"The scanners alone will tell us what we need t' know, but who the fuck do you think is gonna take them down?" Franklin barked, furrowing his brow. "Do ya think we're headin' down there for our health, son?"
The cowboy held up one of the handheld science scanners prepared for this expedition and shook it at Seiji with an annoyed look. "We need to map the cavern. That faincy stick in the ground is jest a relay post. Now grab a harness and stop tryin' t' get out of work, good-gods-be-fuckin'-damned."
Yori's Quarters
"Oh, they got to sleep all night while we stayed up working." Niel suggested, pulling Yori up against him with some small bit of relish. "I think we can be excused a few more moments of idleness."
He leaned in close, gathering the blankets around his waist, and whispered in a soft voice, "Besides, since you've got some kind of creepy old man fetish, isn't it nice to be in bed with one? C'mon, Kataoka, y' gotta admit, maybe we don't know each other too well but there's definitely some good chemistry here."