Mandall watches Murdock's trick with faint alarm.

"Stop that! We are not blowing our belly wash on your heat sinks, and if we do, it'll be after Junior here makes our still belch again."

Gatac wrote:

Mandall watches Murdock's trick with faint alarm.

"Stop that! We are not blowing our belly wash on your heat sinks, and if we do, it'll be after Junior here makes our still belch again."

"Compensation for services rendered on Sullust. Or would you have preferred to have died like your comrade?"

Mandall grows quiet over MDK's lack of tact.

"Just because you sit on his chair doesn't mean you get to chug his ale, toaster."

"Well, in that case, I'd better get started." Within minutes, Ty is crawling through the rubage and moving all the piping, tubes, and assorted fittings and pumbs he finds to a side table. After several minutes, he determines that the heat source apparently malfunctioned, with rather spectacular results. The chilling tubing appears relatively undamaged, so Jeff sets to work reconstructing the major structures and tubing, the "pot" and the recieving container.

Murdock's eyes glow bright red at the inference to him being an appliance.

"Watch your words, Corellian." responds MDK in an equally derrogatory manner, pivoting his arms and torso in an aggressive stance.

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Combat Mode: Engaged
Target: Human Male
Force: Non-lethal
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Mandall locks eyes for a bit with Murdock - for a second there, it almost looks like he's seriously considering engaging the droid. Finally, he breaks off and goes back to his beer.

"Point taken."

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General Alert Mode: Activated
...Powering down weapon systems[/color]

Murdock gets right up in Mandall's face.

"Do not interpret my artificial intelligence as that of a common machine, Corellian. While we are all of different construction, we all die the same way. Your kind just have bigger messes to clean up."

Ty sets to his task, hoping that at the very least it'll defuse some of the imminent violence. It's not something that he can fix right then and there, but he can fix it. There's actually blood caked over and through some of the pipe fragments. And actually... Ty's focus moves past the droid/pilot argument to rest on the Stormtrooper armor splayed against the wall. Some quick work with a knife yields several suitable lengths of armor plate and tubes cut from the undersuit's gloves. Aurelia will probably have to tend to it, but the still seems to have been resurrected for the time being.

Calsera pauses impaling the Stormtrooper suit to watch the altercation between Mandall and Murdock. When it doesn't devolve to violence, she returns to stabbing.

At this point, Cat notices the fresh meat playing with the expired still. Rising from her seat against the wall, she approaches him. "You gonna fix that thing?" she asks, her soft, husky voice slurring slightly.

Mandall just looks at Murdock.

"We make big messes of everything, that's what makes life fun."

Meanwhile, on the Dagger, Aurelia can hear Arnae plodding to and fro through the access hatches. She's down in the underbelly between the deckplates and inner hull, tightening up some power feeds from where Sullust's docking clamps had rustled her a little roughly.

Arnae gives up and keys the comlink. "'Relia, whatcha thinking? Haven't said much since we left Sullust."

Eritram was silently sitting during the entire trip of the Dagger (and angered by the fact that his bad placing possibly cost his wingleader his life). As the new recruit enters he is sitting alone at one of the remaining tables, sipping his wine with a datapad in his lap.

Hearing the introduction he only nods in Tys direction.

MDK's modification raises his attention, especially because it makes Eritram realize what Cat was poking at and what "HOLY SHIT STOP CUTTING THAT ARMOR!"

"Ty, do you realize you are just cutting up our new target practice? Good Trooper armor is HARD to come by so dont do that again."

"Cat, I think you could use some distraction - not to mention I want revanché for my loss."

that reminds me....

"Hey Murdock, are you proficient in knife throwing?"

DatonKallandor wrote:

"Hey Murdock, are you proficient in knife throwing?"

"I am skilled in all forms of weapons, basic and technical."

"How about some target practice then?" he adds with a grin, "you, big ol' can o' plasteel."


Daton

A sigh. "Ah, artificial intelligence. Another splash of the cold waters of icy rationality joining us. Lovely. Oh, and an innocent abroad. How charming."

Ty sees an aristocratic-looking man just at the edge of youth stroll through the room, giving him an appraising look, before heading out the other door. It's Ganet Hran, and while according to the Vandals he's not quite antisocial, he's just kind of aloof sometimes. Though, as Mandall observes in passing, once you get past the mask he's a pretty good guy.

DatonKallandor wrote:

"How about some target practice then?" he adds with a grin, "you, big ol' can o' plasteel."


Daton

"My skills require no improvement." states Murdock, his eyes trained more on the chilling beer than on hypothetical targets.

Jorm can't help but shake his head. It may have actually been easier if Captain Kolit had demoted me.

"Lay off him, Eritram," calls Jorm from the bar. "Ty's just trying to help. Besides, I think that fixing the still will prove to be a much better use for that armor. Unless of course, you don't think you'll be able to hit what's left." Jorm smiles to take any sting out of his words, but then goes back to watching Ty.

Kid's good. Granted, a still isn't the same as an Ion Engine or Computer console, but he didn't hesitate to help and he got results.

"Well, Ty, looks like we may just have a place for you. If you're interested in something a bit more challenging than a still, meet me at Bay 13 at 0700 tomorrow morning." Jorm stands up and staggers a little bit. "Better make that 0800."

Jorm begins moving toward the door with a couple bottles in his flight suit, but pauses. "Vandals, we'll be having a brief meeting tomorrow at 0900 in Bay 13. I'll send the details around, but basically, Kolit has requested that all parties involved in the Sullust incident submit reports to him."

Turning to Ty, Jorm says "You're more than welcome to stay here if you like. I think these ruffians will leave you be. If not, I can show you to your quarters."

"I think I'd like to get some sleep myself. I would appreciate the guide. Let me grab my stuff." Putting a few finishing touches on the still and then placing it behind the remains of the bar, Ty grabs his luggage and follows Jorm.

0755 hours
Jorm's snapped awake by his third alarm. Quickly checking his datapad, he remembers the meeting he's supposed to be at in 5 minutes. Giving the pad a second look, he sees a message from Kolit.

Construction of Tragen-class support ship greenlighted by command.

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Bay 13
The hangar bay is free from activity. Most of the crew not on leave appear to be at morning chow. Your footfalls echo on the deckplates of the nearly-empty bay. Empty, save for the framework of the salvaged Imperial Decimator and the long crates of avionics, weapons, and auxiliary systems procured from Mr. Stryker.

After a pleasant breakfast in the mess hall, Calsera reports in to Bay 13. To all appearances, she's in a better mood now than yesterday. While she's never really been what you'd call perky, at least she's not reflexively stabbing things...

She strolls into the bay, immediately noticing the bulk of the ship they scavenged. Not seeing any other members of the 11th Wing yet, she curls up on one of the boxes of parts.