Scenario 1: [ The shuttles on this deck were in a lousy condition compared to the main shuttle bay. They'd been keeping theirs tidy, keeping them working, but there was always a need for spare parts, particularly when it came to the more complex bits and pieces; whole chunks of engine, electronics, black boxes, thruster control systems. The same went for the Scylla, but Casey was less interested in that. He knew the shuttles, understood the shuttles, and the working pieces would be easier to integrate into their existing systems.
The pirates had made a whole lot of mess, but Casey was going to make a whole lot more before he got done.
Lots to do, so when he has his head buried in an engine don't be surprised if his response to any questions is to grunt. ]
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Scenario 2: [ After this conversation Casey reports to the Scylla's bridge and tosses himself down into a chair beside the con, spinning idly in it. There's a tranq gun on his hip, grease on his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a menacing glint in his eye.
Try him. Seriously.
He kicked his foot against the ground, spinning around again idly and then letting out a long, weary sigh. There's things he could be doing right now; important things. There couldn't be anyone on board suicidal enough to try piloting the Scylla out of here, right?
Okay, no, he didn't have that much faith in some of the people on board either; it didn't mean he couldn't resent it. Or get dizzy, apparently. ]
John Casey | OTA
The pirates had made a whole lot of mess, but Casey was going to make a whole lot more before he got done.
Lots to do, so when he has his head buried in an engine don't be surprised if his response to any questions is to grunt. ]
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Scenario 2: [ After this conversation Casey reports to the Scylla's bridge and tosses himself down into a chair beside the con, spinning idly in it. There's a tranq gun on his hip, grease on his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a menacing glint in his eye.
Try him. Seriously.
He kicked his foot against the ground, spinning around again idly and then letting out a long, weary sigh. There's things he could be doing right now; important things. There couldn't be anyone on board suicidal enough to try piloting the Scylla out of here, right?
Okay, no, he didn't have that much faith in some of the people on board either; it didn't mean he couldn't resent it. Or get dizzy, apparently. ]