All Work and No Play (Peerless)

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Dez flopped down in one of the chairs, letting himself relax completely. He'd been working since he woke up, and after checking the time, realized that had been almost twenty hours ago. The first part of his day, the first ten hours, he had done nothing but work on the core and the engines. Tuning them slightly, but more making lists of work for him and the rest of engineering. The second ten hours had been filled with firearms, mostly basic maintenance on the ones in the armory after he had received word from Vitale. The rest had been a joke that Vitale came up with about a minigun with an under barrel shotgun and an under barrel grenade launcher. Dez knew from the beginning it was nothing more than a joke, but it was one that caught his interest. Of course it was proving difficult in the extreme.

Naturally he had tried to lay down and sleep, but he couldn't do that. So here he was, in the common room, turning on a random vid. His eyes felt heavy and his head felt like it was filled with cotton balls. Despite all that, the moment he closed his eyes all he saw were blueprints and cannibalized weapons. Dez needed to get his mind clear before he even attempted to sleep, no matter how much he wanted to. Casting another glance at the time, he realized the other members of the crew would be waking up soon. He probably chose the best place to relax, everyone else would be in the kitchen or galley for breakfast, he would probably be asleep soon enough here in the common room.

Dez turned on soft classical music, something soothing the name of which he didn't pay any attention to. It wasn't his normal style of music, but it was calming, allowing his mind to slowly start releasing the pent up ideas. Gradually he relaxed more and more into his chair, pulling his hat down over his closed eyes. Though he still saw the blueprints for the minigun he was attempting to build, all still in the conceptual stage, nothing had been done just yet on it. Of course that was all going to change once he knew how he was going to build the blasted thing, he would have to remember to give Vitale a few choice words for giving him the idea.

Dez relaxed more as the music played on, putting the footrest up on his chair and letting out a sigh. He needed to take some time and rest if he was going to help out when the time came, no more running himself ragged like this. That decided that, if he was going to go out into the field, then he was going to take time off until they got to Santo. Or at least, take enough time off so he was back to normal instead of the zombie that he was at the moment. A nice meal of brains did sounds good.... Yeah, it was definitely time for Dez to get some sleep, contemplating eating brains as going way too far in his mind.

Of course this was when he started making progress on his design for the minigun/shotgun/grenade launcher joke he had been provided. He didn't move, stayed right where he was and looked for all intense and purposes to be asleep. But his mind was moving, logging every bit of work he would have to do on this thing to get it up and running. He definitely wouldn't have it done by Santo, but maybe the next stop, or probably the one after that. Dez was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice anything going on around him anymore.

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Ros has never been too much of an early riser, and if the choice were presented she would prefer to be left undisturbed until at least midday. A doctor's work, of course, ran on it's own hours. There was no telling when an emergency would occur and it was generally left to whoever was awake to deal with it. And if not? Wake someone up. Now that she was the only physician in charge of a ship full of patients, she made sure she slept when it was quiet. So, while a little unnatural, she'd been up seeing to a small cut on the hand of one of the other engineers - nothing too serious, but something needing to be cleaned and dressed. She was getting a little lost with the names. Luther? Luther. Easier to remember them when she had seen to them medically.

She made her way through the common area by chance. The medic had been seeking out Luther in order to give him some extra bandages to change himself. And here she was again, running around after the crew. It was good to stretch her legs, though. Moving around helped when you were cooped up in the middle of the Black on your way to the next destination. She'd probably do a short supply run pending whenever they land somewhere that they don't need to leave right away.

That was around when she came across Matheson. In her usual style, and her dark hair pulled back from her face in a loose bun. She blinked a few moments when she found him, slouched as he was and with the hat over his eyes. A part of her thought not to disturb him, and the other half wondered if she should check his pulse. He looked awfully still. The debate lasted but a few more seconds before she deemed it better that she left him alone. Of course, as the tall female had turned around to leave, she bumped her knee against a chair, causing it to scrape loudly across the floor.

So much for being quiet.

Pausing, Ros almost glared at the offending piece of furniture, but instead tilted her attention back towards the gunsmith, ready to apologise if she'd disturbed him, or maybe get resuscitate if he really wasn't breathing.

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The Digs

"Whatcha doin' Vi," Jeri asked putting her hand on Vitale's shoulder, and peering at his screens. Vi sighed and reached over, clicking off the view. It was their next target, and he was a bad man, who did whatever he could to retain that adjective.

"Something boring. How's your day going," He replied, spinning his seat to face her, as she took a step back.

"Is it somethin' secret that I cain't know 'bout?" She had a way about her that Vitale almost clung too. He didn't have any siblings, but if he had, he'd have wanted a little sister like Deli. She was the most interesting combination of questions and capability that he'd ever come across. She was also entirely too interested in violent, or otherwise criminal affairs. Mainly, his. That he wouldn't mind, if she was already tainted. Vitale didn't have a sexist ideal, if you want ta kill or indulge in debauchery, that was on you. But he wasn't gonna just throw some poor young gal into the life for no good reason. He'd have taken issue with her being on this ship period, but... he liked her too much. It was nice to have someone around who wasn't a full cup. And, she was a joybringer, always looking for a smile. Vi liked that about her.

"No," He answered, "It's just something that will have to wait," He paused and smiled, "For many years from now."

Her face darkened at his choice of words and she pursed her lips. "You ain't much older'n me Cordoba. You were fightin' a war at m..." She began, leaning away from him with a scowl.

Vitale cut her off waving his hand with an iller face, "Ah don' call me that." He stood and started walking off the bridge, with Jeri in tow. She skipped beside him, keeping pace with the much taller man. "And my life isn't something for little women. Think of it like an amusement park, you're familiar with those right?" He turned to her, and teased, raising his hand flat, around her nose height, "You have to be this tall to ride."

She scrunched up her face, and swatted his hand away. "Oh my God, you're a right moron, you know that?" She walked past him, and turned towards her quarters, "Ah was going to give you some cookin', but if Ah'm not tall enough to talk too, then maybe Ah'm too short to cook..."

Vi smiled at her backside considering, then deciding to go ahead, "By the way, we found this big ass spider earlier. We were gonna kill it, but after it ran under your bunk, we gave up the chase."

Jeri's face went pale for half a second before she squealed and ran at his back full speed. The small woman leaped up and he caught her. Just like always. "You best notah left a dang spider in mah bunk. Otherwise Ah'll go feral and bite yer dang ear off." She joked, knowing full well that that wasn't an option. She adored the big lug.

They strolled into the common room like that, looking like a couple of children. Jeri tugged on the short amount of hair that Vitale had before hopping off his back and dusting herself off. She was pleased that she'd already cooked breakfast. Early bird special. Which meant anyone in the common room had already eaten, or they were simply too tired to make their way there. Stormy eyes drifted over the room after she flicked Vitales ear. "Oh! Well good mornin' you two. Ah'm usually the only one up this early." She chuckled, sitting down in one of the open seats and waited for Vitale to walk in front of her to his chosen open seat.

She stuck her foot out, tripping him slightly and covering her mouth in surprise. "Goodness me Tali, Ah thought you was more graceful than that!" She teased lightly through a snicker.

[Vitale inserts generously donated by Onas himself!]

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Dez jumped to his feet from his seat, his hand almost instinctively flying to where his sidearm normally was. He remembered where he was in time to stop himself from reaching the empty space. His other hand pushed his hat up higher on his head, so he could see once more. "Oh, hey doc, sorry I didn't know anyone else came in here this early. Did Luther come see you? He had a cut on his hand, I sent him your way a while ago." How long ago did he do that? For all he knew it could have been five seconds ago, his grasp of time wasn't doing very well at the moment. No matter however, as long as the other engineer got to the doctor and got treated that's all that mattered.

His sluggish thoughts were interrupted by the other two that entered the room, one of them almost getting tripped by the other. Vitale and someone else, childlike, who was she again? He knew he should know her, was this just his sleep deprivation, or was it the fact that he spent most of his time cooped up in one of four rooms? The cook and pilot! That's who she was, he remembered now. He tipped his had politely to both Merrick and Jeri. "Mornin' ladies. And Vitale. Up early? I haven't quite managed to get to sleep yet myself, it's been a busy... Twenty hours." He shrugged, then stretched and felt his back and neck pop in several places and suddenly felt more awake.

"Well, this place is turning into a regular party. Except Vitale is still awake, and there's no marker drawings on his face. Though that can be fixed, anyone have a marker?" Dez sat back down in his chair, though didn't dare stretch out again, he'd be asleep before he knew it. "Nǐ zěnme yàng?" He asked politely, offering the two women a smile. There were dozens of people back on Osiris who would hit him upside the head if he forgot his manners for even a moment, no matter how tired he was. Besides, the crew was family as far as he was concerned, so that meant he'd do whatever he could for them. The least of which involved him simply being polite to all of them. Well, most of them anyway, Kyle wasn't the most pleasant person to be around.

OOC: Nǐ zěnme yàng = How are you?))

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In the event she might have given the smith a heartattack, at least she did confirm his state of living. When Dez jumped up, Ros almost jumped with him, but instead managed to remain rather calm and still. As if she'd just been caught sneaking around and hoped freezing would make her invisible. That aside, the moment diffused itself and hadn't resulted in another gun pointed at her face. She knew the ship she was on - most of these folks wandered the ship with a side-arm. Ros herself didn't rightly feel the need to. For one she was a terrible shot, and for two she preferred her own means of self-defence. Or just, you know, nothing violent actually happening. Sure enough this ship was full of enough fire-power that she probably wouldn't need to take up arms too often.

"Sorry to wake you, Matheson." She responded, a little puzzled he jumped to an apology, too, but he did seem a little out of sorts. Shocking a person awake did that sometimes. "And yes, he's the reason I'm up this early. Duty called."

There was the shadow of a slight smirk on her face, waving it off as she moved the kicked chair back into position, deciding to take a seat on it instead.

"I was actually looking for him," She raised up the hand with a few rolled bandages in it, "No rush, just wondered if you'd pass them along?"

Rosalind's attention was shifted when the duo stumbled on in, one bothering the other with little pranks whilst Vitale was possibly sent into a stagger straight into the room. Ros hid her smirk well, but didn't comment on the antics. There was that small, nagging feeling in the back of her mind. A few worries about test results she had yet to finish processing. Not something required for now, but it lingered in the back of her mind like a bad presence - a black cloud. On the surface it was a very fleeting glance in Vitale's direction that was barely even there and gone before it was noticeable. She turned her gaze between the both of them. The Montgomery girl was someone she hadn't seen a lot of herself, but like Dez, Ros was also more a reclusive at times. Usually in the medbay, doing this and that.

"Hello you two."

Her doctor senses started to tingle when Desmond spoke again, offering his 'good morning', and then adding in the fact he wasn't sleeping well. Of course, that piqued her attention, right? Immediately, Ros turned her face back the smith's way, eyes narrowed just a little as she glanced him over.

"Not sleeping well? If it persists, I can give you something to help. A small dose of sleeping tablets should do." The medic offered out of natural reflex. She was taking care of this crew, after all. It was her job to keep an eye on their health.

At the talk of party and messing with Cordoba, Ros piped up again, "I feel like you've spent too much time around Keller." Though, she wasn't rightly sure if Dez was a bit of a prankster anyway. She was still getting to know this crew, and so far? Most of them were close to 'misfit' than anything else. Especially with the entrance of their cook and her little feign of innocence at Vitale's lack of grace. It looked like he had his hands full with the girl.

"I'm good, considering the hour." Ros spoke with a crooked little smirk. Still a firm fan of lying in, and considering making her way back to her bunk.

Her head tilted Jeri's way at last, too, "Breakfast was delicious, by the way. I tried some on my way through."

Ros herself was more of a passable cook in comparison. Very simple and bland meals, with not much excitement involved. She did have a weakness for the noodle stall that had been situated down the street from her old clinic. Man who ran it was an informant, and always pleased to see someone actually come along for the food instead of something shadier.

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"You can't bite my ear off with baby teeth doll," Vitale continued as they moseyed into the common room, where Jeri departed. Vitale tripped lightly over lil' miss prankster's foot despite what later retellings might say about his footing. Maybe he tripped a little. Vi nodded to everyone, offering a slight, "Sup people." He was headed to sit down when everyone mentioned that not only was breakfast prepared, it was already plundered. Vi halted, and then turned back to the galley. "You could have made me a plate Jeri, remember that time years back when that alien was going to eat you, and I saved your life by pushing you down those stairs?" He was walking out of the room and said over his shoulder, "See if I save you next time."

Vitale marveled at the bar when he got there. Jericho was in a fine mood this morning, omelets, hash browns, pancakes, bagels and croissants were laid out in a spread, already picked over by several hands. Vi wasn't the most generous person, he filled a plate to the brim, two omelets, a pile of hash browns, and three pancakes covered his plate when he poured the syrup on and grabbed a drink. Right before he walked away, Vi stopped, turned back and snagged a croissant, stuffing it into his mouth and eating it on the way. There wasn't much when he got there, there was far less now. The Syndy dropped money like it was trash, they could spring for groceries.

Vi walked back in and set his plate down on the table, sliding Desmond's stuff out of his way with his forearm. He flipped the chair around backwards, and sat down, setting his foot on Jeri's. Not hard, just enough to annoy her. "This looks great Deli, Good on ya." He took a big mouthful of pancakes, and popped open his drink. After a gulp, and another mouthful, Vi caught an odd glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and grabbed a paper from amongst the notes, handwritten schematics. "Good God Des, you're not really building this are you?"

He smirked and sliced into the omelet, continuing to eat while trying to figure out the conversation. "So I get why I'm up, with the job an all, but what's with you all? Ya'll on the magic pixie dust the Syndy hands out or what?"

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Dez flashed Ros a smile, "Don't worry about it darlin' I wasn't asleep yet anyway." He nodded and accepted the bandages, putting them with his notes, which was setting next to his bag anyway. "Just as soon as I see him, I'll make sure he gets them don't you worry." He stifled a yawn, shaking his head when Ros offered medicine. "I will let ya know, but if the work load would lessen slightly I'd be fine." There was homemade breakfast? They had a cook, he remembered now, his hopes of breakfast were dashed when Vitale came back however, he knew there would be almost none left after that plate.

"Yes I'm actually building that thing... I'm thinking of naming it Sasha." Dez offered, stifling another yawn and stretching. He grabbed a coffee cup off the table, one that was his own, and downed the last of the extremely cold coffee. Stuffing his notes and the bandages into his bag, he looked up and shook his head, "Nah, detailed all the work on the engines that would need to be done the next time we get plenty of time planet side. Then I was working on the plans for the nice new weapon.." Dez took the schematics out again and looked at them, then shook his head and crumpled the paper up and tossing it into the garbage. That wouldn't do at all. Back to the blasted drawing board."

Looking up at Jeri, he nodded to her slightly, "Wish I could comment on breakfast, but I was here working and trying to sleep. And it looks like Vitale has claimed the last of it." He didn't mind too much though, he knew Vitale would need his services again. Just because he got one weapon for free, doesn't mean it would be happening again. He would be charging in the future, maybe not charging money, but charging none the less. He almost smiled at the thought, but would save that smile for later. Maybe after he was finished building Sasha and gave Vitale his price tag, or told him he was keeping it for himself. Either one would be funny.

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"Maybe try speaking to Davis? Sounds like we just need a few more mechanical hands." Rosalind doubted it was that important, of course. The health of the crew was more her concern - naturally - and Ros somewhat doubted Desmond would go around asking for more people in engineering. It had to be him making more work for himself - maybe those schematics? Ros shook the mechanical side of things from her mind - it was no where near her area of understanding, and she was one to best leave it to the experts.

The medic was more or less content that he would seek her out should he need anything. Maybe she was starting to worry on this new crew a little already, but then, with her recently pouring her waking hours into tests and reading medical journals over the Cortex, she was right to worry. Or, at least worry that she didn't know what she should be worrying about...

That could wait for later. Her gaze had caught Vitale's return into the room and Ros noted the plateful he had acquired.

"I suppose it's a good thing I'm awake. Just in case there's any... choking." Ros's line of sight flickered from Vitale towards the food he was shovelling down.

The mention of that 'pixie dust' would always cause a slight, internal tenseness in the good doctor. Yes, she had come across the concoction, and yes, she knew just what it did and what it was - by now anyway. She had offered her expert advice, and she had suggested the risks not being worth the reward and if abuse occurred she recommended ways to ease off of it. In essence, all she could do was advise and disapprove, but Ros wasn't going to force anyone into anything. These were all grown adults ( well, most of them ) and she wasn't going to tell them how to live their lives... just warned them with her professional opinion. But only once, and once was enough before she let the subject drop.

Instead, she shook the joking insinuation from Vitale off, and instead went to respond - yawning first. A hand came up to cover her mouth.

"Just a small medical matter." She was still considering going back to bed.

"...Why Sasha?"

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Vitale took a big forkful of pancakes, and studied the designs. It wasn't exactly a tall order to fill, slapping a grenade launcher onto anything. Vi had once seen a merc with a lever action shotty that had an under-barrel, so nothing was impossible. But the trick here was running a trigger up to the main housing with the other two. Again, with the modern age of electronic everything, an electric trigger wasn't by any means a difficult task. The two real problems, were aiming, and reloading, if they were gonna be any at all. Chainguns were all about tracers, and walking your line of fire into the right place. Then there was also weight, which was why every minigun came with a complementary shoulder harness and backpack. It wasn't to look awesome, it was to handle the ninety plus pounds that you'd be lugging around. A thousand rounds alone would weigh in at sixty or more pounds, and then you have the gear, the backpack/weapon/battery ext. And you can't fire it but in bursts, because these puppies would decimate a thousand rounds in less than thirty seconds. Not the ideal weapon for battle, in any field. Great for mounted weapons, like the Peerless herself, or the dropship, but not for the individual soldier. But come on, lets face facts here. The only real reason you even thought about toting this type of weapon into battle, most especially in a merc situation like theirs, was to yield immense firepower, coupled with an incredible intimidation factor.

Dez wadded the stuff up, and chucked it to the side, clearly unsatisfied with his progress. Vi wasn't sure why he was actually bothering with it, aside from an epic pet project... "The Doc is right bro, you should get more sleep. You're no good to anybody falling asleep with a wrench in your hand. But I tell you what Dez, you get that thing workin, I'll put it through the ringer for you," Vi said, using his thumb to point towards the trash and simultaneously savoring the taste of real food, therefor speaking over it, "Without question." Desmond made some cracks about breakfast and/or the lack thereof, and Vi chuckled. "You know where the galley is."

The Doc also made some jokes about his plate, and Vi turned to Jericho who was giggling like a hyena*1, "Think that's funny do ya?" They shared a brief exchange of faces, while the Doc and Des referred to his earlier question of why everyone was up now. Perhaps the entire crew was not on the magic dust, and they were all just workaholics. The more he learned about their benefactor, the more that theory made sense.

"Why Sasha?" Ros asked Desmond, Vitale looked back towards her and answered for him.

"Because it's awesome. As old cultural references go, it would be pretty accurate, most weapons and ships are named after women after all." Or dead leaders. Posthumous way of saying good job killer. Desmond gave his reasons and Vi just nodded. When he'd finished his explanation, such as it was, Vi asked his own question. "So," He said, sliding an emptied plate forward with a clattering fork before turning around to face Ros, "Doctor Slice'n Dice. Question for you.  I hear Buea is a lot like Seph, but the gang wars aren't as bad.  Bein that you mended the collateral damage, what's the real story on the ground?  Seph has about a million gangs vying for power, but we never had our own doc... at least, we didn't.  But it does raise the question of how crooked things are there."

[/b]; Also known as man-giggling. Which is actually very masculine, and scientifically proven to be a natural aphrodisiac, when preformed by the male gender.)))[/i][/ul]

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Desmond couldn't help but chuckle himself at Vitale's comment about testing out the new toy he was building. "Well, by the time I tell you about it Vi, I'll have already thoroughly tested it, don't you worry about that at all." He was only dissatisfied with his designs because the firing mechanism was too difficult to switch in the middle of combat so far. The user would have to reach down and flip a switch to change to grenades or to shot gun mode. Too difficult to do in the middle of a fire fight. He needed to move it, make it easily accessible. Even if they used it on the shuttle or the ship it still didn't make much sense. In any case, he'd figure it all out before long and they would have a new weapon to play with. Maybe he could talk Davis into letting him put a few on the ship.

"Why Sasha?"

"Because it's awesome. As old cultural references go, it would be pretty accurate, most weapons and ships are named after women after all." Dez nodded at Vitale's explanation. "Pretty much that exact reason. And I like the name Sasha. Besides, Sasha is way better than most other names for weapons. I mean, Sasha is better than...Vera. Vera sounds like an old grandmother, Sasha sounds like an angry Russian coming at you with grenades." Ironically enough, Dez didn't consider the fact that he was actually putting a grenade launcher on this weapon. That was just shear coincidence.

Nodding he stretched and popped his back, "I'll get some sleep, I'm giving engineering some extra work today, then I'm going to go nap for a while. If I do anything it will be drawing plans for things I plan on building for the ship." Dez got up and went to get his own food, coming back with a few stray pieces of bacon and a piece of toast, returning just in time to hear most of Vitale's question. His experience on Seph and Beau was the illegal gun trade, he was sure he had armed a fair share of the gangs out there. Though he did tend to work on specialty orders more than large orders. The only reason he took the order for the Peerless was because he had the chance to get on the ship.

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Rosalind didn't have much of a comeback for the reasoning behind the heavy weapon being a Sasha, just gave a small huh and seemed to accept what Vitale had said. Personally, she wasn't one for naming anything. Her level of sentimentality was having the same stethoscope for more than one week, or the leather coat she always wore out and about. Both men appeared to be somewhat in agreement on the name of this fictional lady weapon - that had something to do with a grenade under-barrel and untold other unnecessary attachments. Ros did what she could with just an old pistol. About it. Never one to find a fancy in firearms. They caused enough work for her.

The gunhand turned his attention back towards Ros once his meal was finished, and no choking occurred. The medic lifted her chin in Tali's direction, one leg folded over the other in order to support her head with her hand.

"I wouldn't have been in business if there weren't disputes. It's a lot quieter by comparison, but very mafia-esque. Actions are usually quick and dirty. One man dead for one man's revenge. Though, the different factions have been better at sticking to their own territory. You sampled some of what Beaumonde had to offer with Cheverus. Paranoid men in a dark place who jump to a gun quicker than try and understand what the other person is saying."

To be fair, Ros tended to keep herself as far from all that business as humanly possible. All she saw, generally, was whatever aftermath occurred. They all knew better than to bring their trouble to the doorstep of the people that pulled the bullets out. Not that it didn't happen. Rosalind was more than ready to shoot someone herself if they jeopardised the clinic in any way...

"Of course, I wouldn't know how things are done on Persephone. Pretty sure anything there is overruled by Minerva Colt." The medic even recalled talk of her mother doing work for Minerva in her early days - the beginning of her empire. Tommy had always been a wealth of information on her parents, and Ros was somewhat grateful for it. Her mother would've rather took it all to her grave. And she did.

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"It was that way for a long time," Vitale answered, "But, times they are a changin." Vi listened to Rosalind while sitting still. That was something new for him lately. The last few months, he'd just been too busy to sit down, and before that, he'd have been drinking, even at this hour. But his hands didn't shake anymore, and he breathed easier, slept easier and felt better about himself. It's amazing the little things in life. When he was younger, killing make him lose sleep, drugs made his hands stop shaking, and he hated himself. Now? Maybe he'd have been better off staying with the Alliance, but who knows such things. He'd sit down with a Shepherd one day, figure this thing out. Till then, the doctor was in, and she was doin ok, with something similar to his own story. Maybe that was just further proof that they were in the right place. Killing Vitale could deal with nowadays, but he was choosing who to shoot, not someone else.

But he was choosing to shoot. Honestly, this was confusing. He didn't want to shoot surrendering people in his youth, and he was sure, sure, that killing them was wrong. But now, after reading what he'd read, he wouldn't spare anyone in that building. He'd kill anyone who stepped before his mussel. It didn't help that the Syndicate handed them details of anyone they might potentially meet, and every file he read was horrid. But then, so was Dez', so was Rosalind's. Even Jeri was a killer. So why did he feel like these people deserved a chance, while the others deserved to die? Bah, he thought to much about this stuff these days.

"I will say this about the old kingdoms," He said after some thought, playing with his coffee cup, and spinning it left to right on its round edge, "I'm glad they're behind us. There's nothin like fightin a losin battle, to help you feel like your gonna die young." Vi lingered a smile while he sat there thinking for a second. He paused his breath like he wanted to say more. He did want to, to talk to someone about this. God, it was like a burning fire inside his chest, but these people didn't need more problems in their lives. He looked back over his shoulder at Jerico. The picture of innocence with a perpetual smile. He turned and looked back at Ros before he decided he just couldn't sit here anymore. When he stood up, Jericho stood with him. Or she started to, but Vi put a stern hand on her shoulder, and leaned down with a quite voice. "I've got a bit more reading to do kiddo. Breakfast was great though." He let the pressure of his hand pass, and she remained seated, "Well. A few more days, we better get back to it. Doc, Dez." He looked down and patted Jeri once on the shoulder, silently glad she understood, "Jeri." Vi took his plate and returned it to the kitchen sink, then got another cup of coffee, then returned to his console. He wanted to know his answer. There was a undeniable reason these people needed to die, and before he put bullets into them, he was going to find it.