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[rebelsamurai]

[ Amidst the impressive technological marvels and distractions present on the ship, Johnny found it impossible to resist the allure of commandeering the network for a brief moment. While he's no deckhead or with a fancy BD strapped to his head, Johnny at least knows how to work a camera. This is why everyone is getting a good view of the scowling rockerboy as he puffs smoke directly into the camera.

Yeah, he's smoking again already. Don't ask how he got his hands on another e-cigarette. It probably involved a five-finger discount and a lot of schmoozing. Despite being such a complete asshole, Johnny is at least charming.

He's a charming little parasite. ]

Okay, chucklefucks. [ He mutters before taking another drag on his cigarette. Smoke billows from his nose as he exhales, resembling an angry demon/oni graphic on his tank top. ] Let's have a little talk.

Where the fuck are all of you from? Half of y'all look like your average Joe, while others look like wannabe supermodels who just walked off a Jinguji photoshoot.

[ Johnny lets out a chuckle as he brushes some ash off his cigarette. ]

So, who wants to go first? State your name and where the hell you're from.

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[rebelsamurai]

You think you've figured me out, huh? [ He jokes after rereading that last bit for a second time. This choom is dangerous. Very dangerous. Now Johnny is on guard again. Gone is that cavalier attitude of his from earlier.

The real hellraiser is about to show up. ]

Word of advice: you don't know shit and will never know shit about me. Not unless I say so, but yeah—maybe I like causing a little bit of trouble.

It's better than just farting around singing "Kumbaya" with a bunch of weirdos in the middle of outer space. But whatever, right? It seems like we're stuck on this ship for the long haul or until the Edicts get bored of us.

[ With that out of the way, Johnny returns to the conversation at hand. ]

The noncombatants should keep their asses on the ship; that's obvious. As for those who can fight, we need to ensure that whoever is on security detail can actually do their fucking jobs.

[sunbeloved]

(he'll keep that in mind, is what karna thinks briefly. he isn't bad at this. reading people, what he looks at more is mannerisms and actions. some have often said he was capable of reading someone down to their soul with that....they wouldn't be wrong, either. evil is evil, but not every terrible person is incapable of reason and does hold their own beliefs. their own thoughts, karna does understand this too well as a man that a man's word can only get one so far.

not all men desire to keep that word they gave their fellows, another thing he keeps in mind. he almost frowns to himself, a nerve likely was struck. unintended, but he does know the type.)

My apologies, then.

(polite, even when in the wrong. thoughtful, too, since he decided to leave it at that, with something simple.)

That depends. I have been practicing my target shooting with the gun they handed me, it isn't difficult as I already know archery and how to use a bow in a different comparison.

And I am not bad with my fists if I need to. I don't count on this being peaceful.

I haven't met the others yet from the security division....so I won't be able to give any thoughts about what I think of them. If anything, I'm used to taking charge and going from there on terms of action....words is another story.

I'm better at acting than speaking.

[rebelsamurai]

Don't sweat it.

[ He's certainly paying close attention to this choom right here. Johnny was uncomfortable with the speed at which this person evaluated him. This is the kind of shit V does to him on the regular; he doesn't need another asshole therapist with him. ]

Archery isn't going to fucking cut it against aliens, that is...assuming alien lifeforms truly exist. We need guns, lots of guns, and I'm not sayin' this because I'm from Texas.

[ Yep, he's from the "yeehaw" Lone Star State. ]

I gotta be honest with you, I already don't fuckin' like the idea of the security division. They're the only motherfuckers allowed to carry while the rest of us lie defenseless. That sounds like a bad idea already, doesn't it?

Still, we need people to start treating this shit more like an expedition and less like a glorified vacation from their mundane little lives. I see too many dewy-eyed marks roaming around that look like they would get easily distracted by just dangling a set of keys in front of their faces.

[ Damn, that's one hell of an opinion for someone who hasn't met half of the crew yet. ]

[sunbeloved]

Practicing isn't difficult.
I tend to be a quick study with new weaponry, as long as I have a basic idea of how to use it.

The worrisome part however....I do agree that other divisions should have some manner of defenses for themselves. If only some of us are armed, there's the issue of what should be done if we're indisposed.

I could start to teach some of the others willing to learn basic hand-to-hand techniques, but that would depend solely on them. What I learned came from two people who had specific styles they mixed with boxing.

(he still isn't going to mention who taught him, though. explaining that he learned how to knock people six days to sunday thanks to saint martha and beowulf would be confusing enough.)

Everyone learns at some point that reality is far different from what they believe it is.

Innocence usually isn't something terrible, until they're faced with something to shatter it to pieces. We have a number of youths around, the one that I've met falls under my responsibility, then.

They need to learn, but they also need to be taught without being too brutal or too gentle.

[rebelsamurai]

So you're some kind of genius on the battlefield, huh? You might get along with my guy V. He likes to tear shit apart with his bare hands with those gorilla arms of his.

Mentioning gorilla arms, are you familiar with tech called 'cyberware'? I'm starting to realize most folks here don't know about that stuff.

[ That certainly seems to be the case since no one is bragging about their latest Mr. Studd implant or their new Kiroshis. It's a little unsettling for Johnny. ]

If you have the patience to teach, then by all means. I certainly wouldn't be opposed. I learned how to fight due to my time in the military. However, that shit barely kept me alive during the war. I learned everything I know in the field as a part-time merc.

[ To be fair, he was only sixteen when he joined the military and lost his arm in the same damn year. ]

Yeah, keep an eye on that kid. If I see any, I'll probably send them over to V. He's better at nurturing kiddos than I am. I'll just cuss at them.

[ Bullshit. Johnny pretends to be all gruff and stuff but he really isn't. At least, not all the time. ]

I just can't believe all of this shit is really happening. It's worse than a fever dream.