Axing a Question

[aesoprevived]

[1]

[Mad's singing softly as she maneuvers the Lambda around the Hangar. What is she doing you ask? Well it involves setting up mounts for a pair of axes over the entrance - specifically the biggest damn axes she could get her hands on (It already helped that the Man O'Taur's axe belonged to her now). If anything she was doing her best to make sure that they didn't unexpectedly come loose. As she places the Axes and backs off to take a look she's now considering...]

Anyone have anything bad ass they wanna paint under these babies?

Like "White Chalice - Gods, Demons and everyone in between. There isn't anyone we can't beat"... only... you know... Cooler.


[2]

[Later on she's helping with routine maintenance. Considering all the technical lessons she had, it was only fair if she put them to practical use for more than her own machine.]

The hell.... Were these like that before?

[She's giving a particularly messy piece of equipment a rather perplexed look before checking her mechanic's 'cliff notes']

[Care to chip in?]


[3]

[Its the late hour of the night/ As you pass the corridor where the Memorial Wall was, you'd notice Mad sitting opposite of it. Right under the names was a bottle of whiskey, a full glass and some flowers. In Mad's own hand was a glass she barely sipped yet.]

Y'know... I still wanted to kick your ass for taking things out of my hands some days. But others... it really felt good that someone got me on the road on figuring out things...

And you've given me a lot of advice, helped me out when you could... and I really appreciated it.

But...



Its tough these days... Stuff happening, shit getting crazier.

And here I am missing being able to talk to someone about things... stuff I can't ask anyone else... not even Big Dog or Yui... I mean. There's a lot I'd talk about to them but some stuff... I just...

I just wish I got the chance to say you were like a Dad to me...

[She couldn't help but laugh a little. Four Fathers. Her Birth Father who may as well have been a Stranger, Darren Caine who helped shape who she was and give her dreams to reach for, Resnick who helped her grow as a fighter.]

[She raises her glass to the wall.]

Gregory Winthrop. I'm lucky to have gotten the chance to know you. Alien Space Bug or not.

[And she downs the glass in honor of the man who helped her grow as a person.]

and it would've been cool to know if you saw me as a daughter. But... maybe I know the answer to that... yeah?

Comments

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[2hell_weride]

[[On any other given day, he'd leave Mad alone. But, she dropped a name that got his attention.]]

Watcha talkin about Greg for?

[aesoprevived]

Ack!

[Mad fumbles the glass and almost drops it. Thankfully it was a last second save!]

Jesus fuck man! Don't sneak up on me like that!

[She's taking several deep breaths as she gets to her feet.]

God... Greg's like one of the first friends I got dude... I never got the chance to share a drink with him when I heard...

[2hell_weride]

Sneak up on you? I'm the noisiest kid here. I don't 'sneak up' on anyone.

[[And he didn't but it's not like he was carrying a boom box around.]]

Ahhh... he and I kind of worked for the same company? In a weird... fucked up kinda way. Never thought a guy his age would know so much shit about Kamen Rider though! Holy fuck man!

[aesoprevived]

Huh.

[Mad raises an eyebrow.]

He knew a lot of stuff.

[2hell_weride]

Probably so... but you might've known him better I guess. We only ever talked about Percolatis and Kamen Rider...

[space_macgyver]

What's this? Did Ryouma come back and leave a gift?

[aesoprevived]

Nah! We've had these babies for a while... I figured it'd be a good way of remembering him and finding some use for these things.

[Mad shrugs lightly.]

We don't have a lot of things big enough to use 'em

[space_macgyver]

Mad, don't forget you're talking to a guy with a 500 feet katana. "Big enough" is no concern for me anymore!

Okay, boasting aside. Looks like we really made quite a lot of ridiculous enemies, and defeated some of them, too.

[aesoprevived]

Ha! Yeah, but you're hogging the only MS scale power lifter for that huge ass sword of yours dude!

[She thought on it.]

Yeah. We've still got a hell of a lot more to go... I'm pretty sure we can cut it.

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[gurrenbrigbonded]

Matthew is walking by, carrying a box full of parts on the way to his Nova-Custom in progress, whistling a Jade Falcon martial anthem.

"Ah, Mechwarrior Caine! I was hoping to ask you about–"

He notices the piece of equipment.

"Stravag! Did someone attempt to strip all the spare parts out of that?"

[aesoprevived]

Looks like. I know some guys are in a hurry to get stuff fixed... But that's kinda sloppy!

[Mad grimaces as she tries to patch up the machine, missing parts and all... nope not happening. There's still massive gaps in it.]

Damnit..

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"It is disgraceful! The honor of the Tech Caste should prevent them from committing such gross looting! Indeed, they should be endeavoring avoid any excess and waste, maintaing machines such as this for as long as they serve a purpose! The Great Father–"

He leans forward. "–Huh. Is that a empty thermocouple port?"

He looks down at the the box of parts he's carrying. He glares at it for a moment, then sighs, reaching in and pulling out...a Thermo-couple.

"Do you think you will need one of these, Mechwarrior Caine?" He asks reluctantly.

[aesoprevived]

Yeah... dunno why someone would...

Wait...shouldn't these things not be missing for a reason?!

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[notruined]

[ Casshern came out from a shaded corner. He heard the whole thing. And for some reason, he was smiling, albeit sadly. ]

That's what makes life complete, isn't it?

[ He asks. It was a side of Mad he hadn't seen in a while. Not since... well.... she sang for him. ]

Death. And people who love you enough to mourn for you.

[aesoprevived]

Yeah... You're born. You live. You love. You do your best and you hope people remember you fondly.

[She's cradling the glass gently.]

You think anyone'd remember you like that?

[notruined]

They wouldn't have to. [ He frowns. ] I won't ever die. I'm immortal. Since my life doesn't have an end... it can't ever be complete.

[aesoprevived]

...Bull. There's a difference between being complete and endings.

Besides, if you're immortal that means there's a hell of a lot more good you can do right?

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[hominilupusinexilio]

Resnick comes across that scene and stops, adopting the expression and color of a non-clanner who just heard someone discussing their most private sexual fantasies. Maybe he hadn't quite adapted to Spheroid standards of decency as well as he'd thought, but he wasn't going to shame her for his own embarrassment.

"Ah, he who suspected he was a percolatis, or suspected he was not, quiaff? I could not get it entirely straight."

[aesoprevived]

Heh. I guess he did and didn't. He was trying to figure it out but never could get the answer.

...Didn't matter though. He was a good guy all the same.

[hominilupusinexilio]

"It must be a terrible thing to suspect one's origins like that." He shuddered, knelt at the wall, fingers brushing the indentations of the names. One day his name would be here too, he was sure. Yet strangely he was not looking forward to it.

[aesoprevived]

It would. Still. I guess in the end it made things easier for him to do what he needed to to save everyone.

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[saikyocivrobo]

How about "White Chalice - world's strongest hobos"?

[aesoprevived]

I dunno. How many hobos do we actually have?

[saikyocivrobo]

A hobo is a homeless wanderer who takes on various side jobs on the way, so I'd say at least half of the ship.

[aesoprevived]

Yeah, but we may as well go for something for everyone. I mean.. "White Chalice: World's Strongest Hobos but not really since its half the crew"?

[She shrugs.]