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RP: NSS Acadia [Post Mission 1]: Shore Leave

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"A little bit," Harrison frowned a bit at Phaedra's question- not enough to be noticeable, but still there. "I've got my brother who went out in to the middle of fucking nowhere after his ship when he sold it away drinking. A cousin somewhere in the service on an expeditionary fleet. And a mother that's dissappeared. Other than that, you guys pretty much are my family." He tipped his glass back again and took another drink of scotch.

He set the empty glass back down on the counter and turned back towards Phaedra. "Don't worry," he promised in a delayed fashion, "I won't tell anyone about your past."
 
Echo nodded slowly. "I guess, but..." After Viktor made it clear that the conversation was over, Echo decided to drop the topic. He sighed for a second, then tried to think of something interesting to talk about.

After a few seconds pause, he shrugged. "What's the group's history with Suku? She kinda seemed to want to kill all of us prior to even talking to anyone. Or...is that just her nature?"
 
He chuckled. "Your guess is as good as mine. I did hear that a few Marines managed to collect some of her lingerie, but why she would want to take that out on everybody is beyond me." His mood began to turn sour with thoughts of that evil medic woman. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's a load of bullshit. She's borderline psychotic and a danger to everyone within eyesight of her." He sucked down what was left in his second glass and decided to wait on a refill.
 
Lilly simply smiled in response to Trey. She followed him out of the cab, letting him pay. Lilly certainly was kind enough to split a cab fare, but in reality she was too naive in money matters to have thought of such a thing. Probably the only thing she'd bought in her life was a soda out of a vending machine on Golding Station. She probably wouldn't even have succeeded at that if it hadn't given her step-by-step instructions on how to use her cash card.

As she walked springily after Trey towards his pretty little house, she gave a slightly bitter chuckle. "This is great. I've been wanting to find out what a real family is like! I should take notes." She gave a small grin, but in the back of her head, something gave a sharp poke to the dull aching feeling.
 
"Thank you," said Phaedra, relaxing considerably. She crossed her arms across her chest and slouched in her seat.

"I never really had a family either. I had friends that were in the same batch as me...er...cloning batch that is. We did everything together; I guess we were like a family. But after the...you know...incident, they all got their new assignments and I haven't seen them since.

The only blood-relative I have is my predecessor, but that doesn't really count I guess..." she said with a shrug.

"What do you think of clones? Does it seem strange to you that I am technically only five years old?" said Phaedra with a small smirk.
 
Rico sighed, pursing his lips slightly as he looked down at the little girl. 'So much for the plan...all went to shit,' Rico thought to himself as he timidly ruffled the child's hair, trying to think of how he could come of of this predicament in the same manner he managed to make it out of all of life's predicaments; content, slightly drunk and a lovely lady in each arm.

After a few seconds of serious contemplation, Rico came to a stunning, bare-bones, irrefutable conclusion...that he was way too hungry to care about matters like this.

"What's th'matter is," Rico answered, "I'm freakin' starved. Let's go get somethin' to eat, yeah baby?"
 
"Clones?" Harrison shrugged. "Don't really mind 'em. It's just an alternative to having children, pass on the genes by naming a replica as your successor. Wouldn't build an army on 'em, but I think it's a sound policy."
 
"Yeah...she did seem pretty crazy." Echo said, leaning back in his chair and sipping the bubbly soda he ordered. "I'm really just itching to do something. I've been on a 'leave of absence' for a month because of that whole insubordination thing, and the military is all I know. I mean...I guess I could...nah, being a soldier and even attempting to get a girlfriend is a bad idea..."

With a shrug, Echo took a large gulp of the drink in his hands. Afterwards, he set the half-empty glass down and admired the frosty textures on the outside of the structure.
 
"I'm not sure you should take notes, We're not exactly a normal family" Trey chuckled, pulling a keycard out of his pocket and unlocking the door. Almost immediately, two small girls, one blonde, one redheaded, squealed in delight and ran toward Trey, tackling into him as he bent down to receive them in a hug. "Hello Darlings!" the tall man said, grunting a bit as he stood up, a girl under each arm, squeezing the duo and kissing their heads. "How long's it been? three? four months?"

The blonde held up a hand, with three fingers, counting the months her father had been gone, but the little redhead was elsewhere, staring over her father's should at the pink-haired woman "Who's that?" she squeaked, pointing at Lilly for a moment before burying her face in her father's shoulder.

"Oh, that's just one of Daddy's co-workers. She got lost so I said she could follow me." Trey explained, putting the girls down. The redhead hid behind Trey's legs, peeking out every once in a while, as the blonde stood in front of her father, staring inquisitively at Lilly. "Her hair is pink." she announced, matter-of-factly.

Trey chuckled ruffling the blonde's hair. "This is Jade, and this one," he pointed to the girl hiding behind him, "is Amanda. She's a little shy, if you hadn't noticed." He turned back toward the door, and yelled inside "MOM! You got company!" and a kindly-looking gray-haired woman soon appeared within the hallway, smiling at her son.

"And who is company?" she asked, leaning on the door well. "This is... Uh, Lilly, I think? She's a soldier with my unit and seemed rather lost when we suddenly got leave, so I let her tag along." Trey explained, smiling at his mother. "Rosey and Dad at the farm today?" he asked, receiving a nod. "I guess I'll have to go down there and get them then." he said.
 
Pulling up to the Moldy Axehole in a cab Talbain spotted Anselm outside the bar. After paying the cabby he hopped out of the cab and gave the albino a wave as he walked up. "So, did I miss anything Important?"
 
Kingston just shrugged. "I don't know. Some women are really into men in uniform, and not all of them do it just for the sex... I think." He smiled again and stretched. "I don't know, but it might be worth a try. Honestly, I do all my searching in the military. That's probably just me, though." He asked for that refill on his drink then and took another small sip, beginning to slow down. It made his mind wander to Echo's drink, perhaps to spark something else. "What're you drinking?"
 
"Oh, that's good to hear," said Phaedra, her words slurring slightly.
"I have heard that many people are..." but she hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"Those who are natural born tend to despise clones. At least that's what our instructors told us during training," Phaedra said, placing her right elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand.

"I guess I never thought of my creation in such a way...I have merely thought of it in practical ways; my predecessor was Lieutenant Commander Tanya Volkov, and I was specifically cloned from her DNA to replace losses from the Battle of Nepleslia." Phaedra ran her left hand lazily through her silver-white hair.

"But now that you mention it, I guess she was my mother in some way; our blood is the same after all. Too bad I can't go visit her or something..." said Phaedra, her eyes growing distant for a moment.
 

Carina placed a hand to her flat tummy, feeling, and hearing it rumble. Truth be told, she hadn't eaten since being in her father's care, even after he said he would. But the prospect of food, honest to god food, not the rank, runs inducing food she'd seen, and heard of on the Dust Devil could squash the look of utter delight in her eyes. She just knew what she wanted. Since well, billboards and adds on benches had been abundant after all. She wanted her the age old Nepleslian food of choice. Something so utterly ancient, it took on a life of its own yet remained close to its ancestral roots. She wanted fast food.

"Can we..." She fumbled for a moment, unsure if he'd even want it. But lord knew she did. "Can we get some burgers somewhere? And some fries, and drinks? Mommy didn't like them too much but I do...they're good. Can we? Please, Papi? Please?" The little girl looked up at him with wide, begging eyes, lower lip quivering in a smallish pout as she kept her tiny hand latched to his pants leg. As she asked, her stomach made a small, audible mewling as if adding its own pleas to the ones from the little girl.
 
"No dying, Phaedra." Harrison scowled, also slurring his words as he worked his way though his second scotch. "You can see Lieutenant Commander Volkov when you die of natural causes, not when you get shot like a grunt in a tin can like the rest of us."
 
"Just some cola." Echo said, swirling the liquid in the glass. "I don't drink alchohol really, as is with smoking. The military protocol that I was raised by gave me a distaste for such things."

Echo's mind began to trace the faint outlines of a forming thought. The idea of finally getting a romantic interest was taking shape, but he wasn't sure he had the time for it. Who knew when they would be shipped up to the Acadia? Even if he did find a girl...he didn't know how he'd keep in contact with her well.
 
Demonblooded said:
Pulling up to the Moldy Axehole in a cab Talbain spotted Anselm outside the bar. After paying the cabby he hopped out of the cab and gave the albino a wave as he walked up. "So, did I miss anything Important?"

Anselm gave him a disapproving look as if he'd said something rude, but it was just that the marine didn't like waiting and he'd been waiting for anything to happen to get them out of this civilian spot and back into action, or at least on the Acadia, "I got stabbed," he said plainly "it's not that interesting, but it's the only thing of note that's happened since we got dropped off by the IPG."
 
"I'm not in a hurry to get myself killed...especially in one of those coffins..." she said sharply, meeting eyes with Harrison. It was a strong, determined gaze, despite the alcohol flowing through her bloodstream.

"How can you stand to use those things? Wearing one pretty much paints a big "hit me" target on you. Haven't you ever felt like a sitting duck?" Phaedra looked at her empty glass, debating if she should order a third. Then again, she did feel rather buzzed.

"Not that I have any experience in combat situations...I guess you just get used to it, right Will? ...er...William...Harrison...
Can I call you Will, at least while we're still on leave? Maybe I'm being too informal," she said switching hands and resting her chin on her left hand.

"Anyways, maybe it's because of being cooped up for the entire time during my training, but I'd rather have my feet on the ground and be able to smell the fresh air...assuming there was actually air wherever we were deployed. Crap, I'm rambling aren't I," said Phaedra.
 
Harrison slowly began to chuckle as Phaedra picked her drunken way through Inebriated Sentence Composition 101. He waited politely for Phaedra to quiet down, then responded, "No, you're fine. Just call me Will or Harrison."

He cocked his head lightly as he turned Phaedra's inquiry over in his mind. "Well, considering I'm designated fire support, and I use a FIRE as my primary suit, I've gotten used to the "hit me" target on my chest. It's all about thrust, really."
 
"I respect that." Viktor smirked and raised his glass. "I'll drink to that, even." He finished off the glass and took a deep breath before laughing quietly to himself. He must have been really bored to make such a stupid joke as that: drinking to Echo's choice to never drink? Sure, ironic, whatever.

He was getting bored, and fast.
 
"Stabbed?" Talbain looked at Anselm for a moment. "They must have done a piss poor job of it. Doesn't even look like you bled. Did you get even with them at least?" The ID-SOL paused for a moment before pulling out his new Styrling Special handing it to the albino for him to check out. "I picked up some new toys. Something small enough to go with me on PA rides." He said pointing to his HAS for emphasis.
 
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