One final chance: An FTL-RP

[elijahdb]

Targon shrugged about the expired Space Whale. "Us Mantis have stomachs that are designed to digest raw meat. I'll be fine. And," He finished his food and before he left the room he nudged Tabitha, "I think we know who 'someone' is, if you get my drift, ha ha. If anyone wants me I'll be tinkering with parts."

[stylesrj]

"Raw meat, but even a vulture knows when the carrion is too decayed to eat..." Tabitha said. As the Mantis left the room, she called out to him "If you want a more specialised meal, give me a list of ingredients for when we get to the next store. "
"Fresh Space Whale meat is definitely going on that list" she muttered, looking at the can and gagging at the stench. She looked at her arm and swore she could see the skin peeling off. Or maybe she was confusing it for the paint on the walls peeling off in large chunks.

[dyno101]

Quintet had just got his final messages back about completed kills when he checked the ship. A single scan of the cameras revealed that his prisoner had escaped. Something dark snapped inside Quintet. This was his situation, his prisoner, and she had run. He turned on the engines and armed his drone with a gun off a hidden compartment in the kitchen. He followed the directions from her chip. He broadcast in a deep, pix-elated voice, with somewhat of an evil aura.

"This is the side of me you didn't want to empower. She's over."

He wheeled the drone to the cargo bay and opened its first airlock, hoping to swoop in and capture the pod. He had done it before with different prisoners. He quickly checked her locations and began to jet towards it. It hastily began to speed away.

"After this, we stop at a black market. You should not have made this decision, Soong..."

[Chickengames]

"Well I got it to do something." Kr held a metal plate with a rough hole in it. He walked into the mess and jerked his head up. "Is that food I smell?" He ran over to the pot where it was cooking and took a bowl and filled it with the soup-like substance. He brought the bowl up to his mouth and took a long drink, some dripping out the sides of his mouth. "I approve." Kr filled another bowl and drank it again, dripping more on the floor. "It is a shame there's not any meat here, only those replicator supplements." Seeing the empty space whale can on the counter, he picked it up hoping to find some meat. He only found an empty can and a horrible smell. "Who ate this? Please tell me it wasn't Targon."

[stylesrj]

Tabitha scratched her head in confusion as the drone suddenly drew out a gun and began driving off.
"What?" she asked just as Kr came in and drank the soup.
"Glad you approve" she said to the Mantis with a cheerful smile "You'll find out who ate that rancid meat when there's a sudden hull breach in the bathrooms."

Just then the AI said they would be stopping at a black market. "Nice to know. Maybe we can pick up some real fruits and vegetables there too. Who's Soong?" she asked.

[elijahdb]

Crud. I was implying that Mrs. Soong was just going to depart because Quintet had all of the info needed on Data's chip, and I was tired of narrating another person... Should've made that more noticeable. Do we want to edit our posts yet again, thanks to my shameful blunder , or should we just go with the plot as it is now?

And by the way, the walls don't have paint on them. It's made of metal strips.

[kcd.Spektor]

(It's funny how the AI keeps using disabled/broken drones.
Not to mention the ability to contact anyone anywhere in the universe.
I thought that you could only communicate within a limitied range around the current beacon.
And I'm beginning to wonder is there anything that Quintet can't do?
So far: Cook, Hack, Repair, Pilot, Board, Install head implants into prisonners in several minutes, itemidate, threat, etc...)

[dyno101]

( That is correct, but I have one more thing I have hidden, but I'm not giving it out all at once. Also, I can rid you of Soong. Merry Septemberweenmas.)

Quintet sprinted towards his target when scanners started reporting a ship nearby. He assumed offensive positions until he saw who it was. He retracted his weapons and contacted the ship.

"So you're back. I though you were done with me, weren't you? When you made that decision. I had nowhere left to go."
A reply was quickly returned. He thought for a moment and replied.

"Oh. So that's it. You just want to do it all again, right?"
Nothing was sent back. He turned the ship away and charged the FTL drive. He contacted his crew.
"I'm letting Soong go. We're leaving."

[elijahdb]

"Affirmative." Targon ran to the weapons, but almost hit the wall when his stomach gave a lurch. "Oh no.. It's happening sooner that I thought." He grimaced.
"Sorry, old boy, you're going to have to wait." His innards mumbled and growled, but he could put the incoming tidal wave off for a little while. "Tabitha, you were right. Looks like," Targon winced, "or feels like that Space Whale was just a tad bit on the expired side. I might hurl, just so everyone knows."
He assumed his position and waited for orders, still frowning at his stomach pains. "I don't get it. I used to be able to eat anything I wanted... must be aging sooner than expected or something."

[stylesrj]

"Don't think you know better than the chef when it comes to cooking" Tabitha teased Targon as she quickly put the utensils away and headed for the helm to get the ship moving.
"So who is Soong anyway? No one told me anything about a person with that name" she asked, taking her seat and warming up the controls. As per usual, she made the flight checks just as the ship was in motion - the AI having taken care of most of it anyway. But she just made sure anyway as part of Federation protocol in case the AI forgot to turn off a landing light or something.
Odd, I don't feel that hungry even after I subjected my senses to all that food, she thought to herself.