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ON> Queen's Slave, CIC.
Uso had swapped out of her more business oriented bodysuit and was lounging around in the CIC wearing sweat pants and a black tank top, her hair pulled back in a high bun to keep it out of her eyes as she looked over the display in the center of the Queen's Slave. The table itself in the center of the room was displaying footage of the battle Alex had gotten caught up in on various volumetric screens. The entire place may have even looked professional if it wasn't for the power armor that was half-disassembled off to one side, a reminder that the ship was still a fairly small one, with many of the rooms pulling double-duty.
"So newboots, I'd ask you what you're story is, but from what I hear you don't quite know yourself?"
Hesitantly, Alex responded, "Yes ma'am. The first thing that I can remember is being woken up aboard the Necromancer."
"Then there is little point in talking about that. We could drop you off on Nepleslia if you like, but it sounds like there wouldn't be much for you on that planet anyways. I guess that makes the next bit pretty simple. Want a job shooting things for money?" Uso offered.
Taken aback by the sudden offer, Alex was nervous. "I mean, I guess that's my only real option at the moment."
"Don't talk much do you?" Uso asked, standing up straight and shifting her weight ot one side.
"I really don't have much experience with social situations." Alex replied, grinning sheepishly. "All I really know is how to fly that thing," he said, "And I don't know much about combat in it." He gestured toward the screens. "As you can see, all I was good at was dodging." Just then, one of the screens began to show clips of him attacking the misshu craft.
"You don't have much experience with anything." Uso replied, "...which means we have some problems regarding how to integrate you into this operation. Lucky for you we need pilots and just about every able body we can get our hands on. So what do you want?"
"I guess the first thing I'd like would be to know what I'll be doing," Alex said. "Another thing that might need to be done would be fix up my mecha."
"That's all pretty short term stuff.... I was talking more about your long term goals." Uso replied, "Who exactly am I dealing with? Do you have a good idea of that?"
"I'm not really sure about that. I mean, the only things I can think of at the moment is that I want to help people and get better at piloting my mecha. I guess finding out about my past would be good as well." Realizing that he had no idea of who he would be working for, Alex began to become curious.
"Not very ambitious then? We'll get your bot working again, and we'll assign you a flight lead. Just be sure to follow any orders given and you'll be fine."
Uso paused for a bit, and then looked over at Alex,
"Wait... I can't just leave it at that. You've got that lost puppy look. Have a seat." She said, walking over to him and doing her best to size him up, Uso's purple eyes starting with his shoes, and then working their way up towards his face. "You beg more questions than you ask. Quite frankly that's fuckin weird. People don't wake up without memories and just sorta go 'oh ok, I guess that's that.'... Unless you're the submissive type? Just waiting for someone to latch onto you hm?"
As Alex sat down he began to act confused, "What do you mean by that?" When Uso took a step towards him he began to become nervous. "Listen, I'm still trying to figure out who I am now, let alone anything else."
"So decide who you are. Sure you're fresh from the tube but you're humanoid. That means you probably already have some kind of personality built in. Clearly you've got a thing for giant robots but you've also got no direction in life. You barely seem to care about how you got here... " Uso would pause for a moment before adding, "What do you like?"
"Well, whenever I start to worry or think about how I got here, for some reason I get a splitting headache. It's like something is keeping me from thinking about it-" Alex stopped for a moment, puzzled. "What do you mean, what do I like?"
Uso covered her face with her hands for a moment, "OOOOOH kay..... " She huffed, "Do you like women? Do you aspire to get laid? Do you care that much about how you got here?"
"Of course I care how I got here. I just can't seem to concentrate on thinking about i-... what?" Startled by the question, Alex scooted backwards.
Alex sure looked funny trying to take a step backwards while sitting down, Uso leaning in, putting her hands on his shoulders to press him against the back of his seat, "I said, Do you like women? There has to be something that motivates you. I don't think you're just a Popsicle designed strictly for mecha piloting. Does thinking about that make your head hurt too?"
"I, I don't know... I mean, I guess I don't mind talking to pretty girls..." At this point Alex had begun to blush profusely. When he heard Uso mention motivation he was happy to change the subject. "I think that I would like to try to find out more about my past if I can get rid of these headaches."
"Do you like men then? Candy maybe? Movies? Toy cars? There's got to be something that you enjoy... " Uso said, a bit of frustration creeping into her voice as she continued to press the subject, keeping Alex pinned in place while she awaited an answer.
Alex was becoming more and more uncomfortable. "Look, I'm not sure what you want to hear. I honestly don't know what I enjoy."
"BAH!" Uso shouted, "You can't not like things.... Food. How about food?" She looked at the skinny little kid infront of her and furrowed her brow, "Or.... FUCK!" Uso looked like she was trying to drill into the kid's head with her glare, "Shooting things? You like that right?"
Remembering the freedom he felt when he first took off in the mecha, Alex said, "I guess I liked flying my mecha. Well, before it started to get shot at anyways."
"I swear if you don't start giving straight answers I'm going to tear out that defective spine of yours and replace it with something stiffer." Uso said.
Becoming more and more worried, Alex said the first thing that came to mind. "I've heard of this thing called chocolate."
"Well... I guess it is a start." Uso said, letting Alex go for the time being, "Go hunt down Vier, talk to her, get your robot working again then we can figure out what to do with you."
Uso had swapped out of her more business oriented bodysuit and was lounging around in the CIC wearing sweat pants and a black tank top, her hair pulled back in a high bun to keep it out of her eyes as she looked over the display in the center of the Queen's Slave. The table itself in the center of the room was displaying footage of the battle Alex had gotten caught up in on various volumetric screens. The entire place may have even looked professional if it wasn't for the power armor that was half-disassembled off to one side, a reminder that the ship was still a fairly small one, with many of the rooms pulling double-duty.
"So newboots, I'd ask you what you're story is, but from what I hear you don't quite know yourself?"
Hesitantly, Alex responded, "Yes ma'am. The first thing that I can remember is being woken up aboard the Necromancer."
"Then there is little point in talking about that. We could drop you off on Nepleslia if you like, but it sounds like there wouldn't be much for you on that planet anyways. I guess that makes the next bit pretty simple. Want a job shooting things for money?" Uso offered.
Taken aback by the sudden offer, Alex was nervous. "I mean, I guess that's my only real option at the moment."
"Don't talk much do you?" Uso asked, standing up straight and shifting her weight ot one side.
"I really don't have much experience with social situations." Alex replied, grinning sheepishly. "All I really know is how to fly that thing," he said, "And I don't know much about combat in it." He gestured toward the screens. "As you can see, all I was good at was dodging." Just then, one of the screens began to show clips of him attacking the misshu craft.
"You don't have much experience with anything." Uso replied, "...which means we have some problems regarding how to integrate you into this operation. Lucky for you we need pilots and just about every able body we can get our hands on. So what do you want?"
"I guess the first thing I'd like would be to know what I'll be doing," Alex said. "Another thing that might need to be done would be fix up my mecha."
"That's all pretty short term stuff.... I was talking more about your long term goals." Uso replied, "Who exactly am I dealing with? Do you have a good idea of that?"
"I'm not really sure about that. I mean, the only things I can think of at the moment is that I want to help people and get better at piloting my mecha. I guess finding out about my past would be good as well." Realizing that he had no idea of who he would be working for, Alex began to become curious.
"Not very ambitious then? We'll get your bot working again, and we'll assign you a flight lead. Just be sure to follow any orders given and you'll be fine."
Uso paused for a bit, and then looked over at Alex,
"Wait... I can't just leave it at that. You've got that lost puppy look. Have a seat." She said, walking over to him and doing her best to size him up, Uso's purple eyes starting with his shoes, and then working their way up towards his face. "You beg more questions than you ask. Quite frankly that's fuckin weird. People don't wake up without memories and just sorta go 'oh ok, I guess that's that.'... Unless you're the submissive type? Just waiting for someone to latch onto you hm?"
As Alex sat down he began to act confused, "What do you mean by that?" When Uso took a step towards him he began to become nervous. "Listen, I'm still trying to figure out who I am now, let alone anything else."
"So decide who you are. Sure you're fresh from the tube but you're humanoid. That means you probably already have some kind of personality built in. Clearly you've got a thing for giant robots but you've also got no direction in life. You barely seem to care about how you got here... " Uso would pause for a moment before adding, "What do you like?"
"Well, whenever I start to worry or think about how I got here, for some reason I get a splitting headache. It's like something is keeping me from thinking about it-" Alex stopped for a moment, puzzled. "What do you mean, what do I like?"
Uso covered her face with her hands for a moment, "OOOOOH kay..... " She huffed, "Do you like women? Do you aspire to get laid? Do you care that much about how you got here?"
"Of course I care how I got here. I just can't seem to concentrate on thinking about i-... what?" Startled by the question, Alex scooted backwards.
Alex sure looked funny trying to take a step backwards while sitting down, Uso leaning in, putting her hands on his shoulders to press him against the back of his seat, "I said, Do you like women? There has to be something that motivates you. I don't think you're just a Popsicle designed strictly for mecha piloting. Does thinking about that make your head hurt too?"
"I, I don't know... I mean, I guess I don't mind talking to pretty girls..." At this point Alex had begun to blush profusely. When he heard Uso mention motivation he was happy to change the subject. "I think that I would like to try to find out more about my past if I can get rid of these headaches."
"Do you like men then? Candy maybe? Movies? Toy cars? There's got to be something that you enjoy... " Uso said, a bit of frustration creeping into her voice as she continued to press the subject, keeping Alex pinned in place while she awaited an answer.
Alex was becoming more and more uncomfortable. "Look, I'm not sure what you want to hear. I honestly don't know what I enjoy."
"BAH!" Uso shouted, "You can't not like things.... Food. How about food?" She looked at the skinny little kid infront of her and furrowed her brow, "Or.... FUCK!" Uso looked like she was trying to drill into the kid's head with her glare, "Shooting things? You like that right?"
Remembering the freedom he felt when he first took off in the mecha, Alex said, "I guess I liked flying my mecha. Well, before it started to get shot at anyways."
"I swear if you don't start giving straight answers I'm going to tear out that defective spine of yours and replace it with something stiffer." Uso said.
Becoming more and more worried, Alex said the first thing that came to mind. "I've heard of this thing called chocolate."
"Well... I guess it is a start." Uso said, letting Alex go for the time being, "Go hunt down Vier, talk to her, get your robot working again then we can figure out what to do with you."