A slightly smaller Mess

Hakken: "I gathered that, and don't fuckin call me sir, do i look like a sir to ya?"

Hakken: "My names Hakken. If thats to hard, oy you will do fine." *he kneels by the corpse, and has a good ol look*

Vee smiles and follows closely not letting go of akiras hand " I love you new mommy"

*Confused look from passing crewman. Badass pirate captain walking with small child. wat.*

Akira: "I love you too sweetie."

Hakken: "Well, someone snuck up on 'im... or he's a giant pussy."

*walking montafge?*

*She leads her towards the prow of the ship, to an empty storage room, about ten metres by ten metres, its quite quiet, the loudest sound being the gentle thrum of the ships engines.* "Alright, what do you want to practice first?"

" close quarters please" she stood there innocently smiling

Akira: "are you sure...?"

" what do you want to teach me then ?"

Charles: there a story behind that?

Akira: "well, i don't know how much you know..."

Mute: *shrugs noncommitedly* "Mmhmm."

Hakken: *Takes ahold of his shoulder, and gently moves it to see if its dislocated*

" I mostly know submission combat disarming , and my choke outs and takedowns." She hops excitedly " I enjoy training"

Charles: mind sharing?

Akira: *surprised silence* "Well then... You're certainly well trained for someone so young."

Mute: *he looks over at lucy, charles doesn't need to read his mind to know the reason.*

Charles: *nods* I understand.

" mom wanted me to always be ready " she stood proudly

/Elsewhere on the ship(meaning the gym) Max is showing his son (What did we call him? Alexander? Justinian?), Henry (I like that name) his prototype armour and weapons*

Akira: "Alright, hit me with your favourite technique."

Mute: *he turns back, a faint smile on his face*

Charles smiles back "Sorry I wasn't quick enough to save her eye, although I suppose I rectified that."

Mute: *nods again, and smiles. he gestures charles to come over, while he takes his notepad out of his breast pocket, balances his stubber across his knees, and starts to write something*

he does as he is bidden

*the pad says* "She's very grateful, she'll never admit it, but she is."

Charles: the least I could do.

Mute: *shrugs*

OOC: My Xcom 2 rendition of Mute

Spoiler:

Charles: we may have to fight those things again.

Mute: *leans over to lucy's dresser, and picks up the heavy axe from behind it*

Mute: *He shrugs, and writes something on his pad again.* "It'll work better swinging into their faces."

Charles: you did note their helmets right?

*he scribbles another note* "How do you think we survived against the slaughter?"

Charles: I'm sorry you couldn't get revenge against them.

*he shrugs, takes a small whetstone from the webbing on his chest rig, and begins to sharpen his axe, with slow, smooth strokes.*

Charles: you know....Crach could turn that into a power axe

*He shrugs again.*

Charles: methinks that would be somewhat more powerful.

*he looks at charles, then at the axe, running his hands along the smooth, well worn hazel haft.*

Charles:...

*He looks back up, then offers the axe to him*

Charles takes it

*he settles back into his chair.*

Charles: you want me to take it to him?

*he passes a note* "If he's okay. He looked in a bad way."

Charles: probably shocked by those...things. He seemed to know what they were.

Mute: *Writes out another note* "They looked like him. and the one who talked talked like him."

Charles: aye...called him brother. Likely he was a fallen space wolf.

Mute: *Looks saddened by this, and sighs*

Charles: he mentioned prospero though. Likely he fell....ten thousand years ago in that case.