The basics

Posted on Tue Dec 21st, 2010 @ 5:57am by Ryder Chase & Charlotte Ashcroft

629 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Session 4: The Humans are Dead...
Location: Warden
Timeline: Current

"So what kind of name is Lottie," Chase said as he followed the woman.

"I could ask the same thing," she called back taking a left turn followed by a right. "Did you expect something a little hard hitting?"

Chase stayed silent for a few moments as they walked. He knew it was funny him talking about strange names. He had not been named at birth, he had been designated by 31 so he never used his first name anymore. Only the name that was given to him by someone he loved.

"I didn't expect anything," he said, "Seems as we've known each other a full two minutes".

"Well you seem very sure of yourself back there on the bridge. Let's hope you can live up to that expectation." Lottie continued heaving open the door clamp , third from the left and shouldered it open. "Alright, this is main armory, we have more weapons stowed in other location throughout the ship: bridge, lockers in each cargo bay not to mention the personal stash each person has in their quarters."

She walked the rows: "Thank to some sweet talking we'll pretty well stocked at the moment. We've got Klingon, Romulan, ex-Federation, odd bits from various other races. If it works we've got it. Simply."

"I was trained that way," he said replying to her statement before he realised what he was saying. He cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"Look's like you guys expect trouble," he said looking over the weapons, "do you have any long range sniper rifles?"

"Trouble tends to find us," Lottie shrugged half wondering what Chase meant by 'trained that way'. "Planning on some assassinations?" she questioned picking out a tin, long barreled rifle among the collection and handed it him.

"No," he said with a laugh, "But you never know when it might come in handy," he said going over it. He placed it back in the case with a sigh, "so your the ships weapon expert hey?" he said looking her over, "Can you shoot, fight or do you just know your weapons?" he asked trying to gauge her abilities.

"Names just a title," she watched him check over the rifle with the confidence of a skilled man. "I could properly give you a run for money both in marksmanship and hand to hand, although I warn you I don't play fair."

"Those a being words for such a little person," he said with a small smile.

Though Chase stood over her by a good foot or so Lottie simple looked him in the eye and puffed out her chest in defiance. "Need proof?"

"That's totally up to you, I'm up for a sparring match, I need a good workout" he said with a small smile, "this is your ship. Anywhere we can work out?"

She arched an eyebrow at Chase responce. "We did convert the smallest of the cargoholds into a gym, a bit bare but has pretty much everything you'll need."

"Well you lead the way".

Chase was a puzzle, Lottie mulled as she cut a route through the lower decks toward the converted hold. Oddly he reminded her of herself months ago, cold, ruthless and on the outside looking in. Bizarrely Jones and his crew of misfits had started to change those characters of herself

Their silent walk ended quickly as they entered the barren, chilly gym. The room still bore the scars from its previous life, the floor in places was stain and bucked, the wall lined with tie down points. However the main bulk had been filled with various pieces of equipment, looking rather ominous.
Lottie turned to Chase. "Bare but practical, though no holosuites."

"It will do," he said looking around the makeshift gym, "shall we get to it?"

 

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