Isolation

[infinite_rabbit]

1. [Some of you might have noticed that a certain IS pilot has been back on the ship for a while now, though for some reason she's avoiding others whenever possible.

The times you'll likely run into her are when she's relentlessly pummeling punching bags in the gym or just dining and reading in the mess hall. She's looking plenty irritated regardless of the location. Bug her?]

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2. [There comes a time when everyone has to rest, even someone like Laura. What you probably wouldn't expect is finding her, seemingly asleep, in the changing room adjacent to the hangar. She's still in that skintight IS suit of hers too.

It doesn't seem like her to be so lax, but she is sitting all stern-like on one of the benches with her arms crossed, if that counts for anything. That eyepatch isn't on her either...]

Comments

[hominilupusinexilio]

"What a disgusting combination, attacking civilians and using remote units. I hope you do find them so they can be given the bandits' death they deserve."

He pulls his bag gloves back on and waits for his break to be over.

"Did you find an answer to what I asked you on the bridge that one time?" Typical clanner bluntness.

[infinite_rabbit]

[Using whatever is at hand to achieve victory is just the norm for some factions here, but remembering what Resnick mentioned last time about duels in his culture, Laura decides to just leave it at that.

On the other hand...]

No. I still cannot see why such a thing is necessary.

[hominilupusinexilio]

"Perhaps it is your destiny that you be reassigned to the Chalice to find that out, quiaff?"

He sticks his jab out, speaking with her as he works himself into the rythm of using the bag again.

[infinite_rabbit]

Perhaps.

We will find out in time.