Titans of the Stars- War Among the Brave

[Jay]

"Probably. Though, it often makes them quite dislike me." Lien chuckled, his eyes shining in smile. He stood.

[Doom]

Mercia nodded, then said, "Very well. I do need to review some better quality maps before we head out. Do you perhaps have any climate maps of the continent?"

[Jay]

Lien frowned slightly in thought. "Hold on a second.~" he said, walking away and whistling as he did. He came back, tossing some paper to Mercia.

[Doom]

She caught them, then looked them over for a moment, and said, "Ah, much more quality than the ones I've seen before. Thanks." She looks over them, whispering to herself. She sets all but one on a bench, then takes out her PDA and begins to write with the stylus, taking note of the detail. After about a minute of taking notes, she scooped up the maps and handed them back to Lien. "That was very helpful. Thank you."

[Jay]

Lien did a long, deep bow. "Anything the lady wishes~" he said formally, popping up with a grin. He went to put the things back, coming back and jotting down a few notes.

[Doom]

"So, I have to ask, what sort of armaments are you carrying? Some means of self protection?" Mercia peaked at his notes for a moment, not really reading them.

[Jay]

Lien looked up briefly. "Oh," he took out a simple energy dagger. "I've only this, and the few fighting skills I've picked up over the years." he shrugged "But, we do have our soldiers, yes?"

[Doom]

"Well, I heard all colonist parties were issued two dozen security units. However, they're not the most impressive fighters. I believe all the good mercenaries and bounty hunters for hire were nabbed by earlier travelers. So, I'm not taking any challenges. I have to assume I fend for myself at all times." Her long winded response made her lose all her breath, so she inhaled deeply, then yawned again. "Goodness. I hate mornings so very much." She rubbed at her eyes, then sat back down, a sleepy look on her face.

[Jay]

"Ah, but mornings are the most important, and the best time of day!" Lien grinned "The beginning spells out the end.~" he said, once again in singsong.

[Doom]

"Fond of riddles, huh? I think dawn is the most dreadful time of day. Your beginning marks weakness and low enthusiasm. Insomnia doesn't help, either. By the way, did you happen to hire on any mercenaries? I just ask out of curiosity." She was running a hand through her messy hair, only half awake.

[Jay]

"Ah, yes. Poetry, language of the gods!~" he grinned "Yes, 2 of them, actually. Quite skilled, but... not the sane folk, I must say." he shook his head.

[Doom]

Mercia raised a brow. She hadn't intended to be poetic. With a shrug, she said, "Describe them. I want to know how close to renegade they are. Insanity already puts them halfway there."

[Jay]

"Hm. One man, I'd say, quite the burly one. I'd never want to get into a fight with him. He has a nice scar running from just above his brow, to below his eye." Lien's hand went to the back of his neck. "He carries the largest machinery you've ever seen, eats like a pack of wild boars, and, mostly doesn't talk, and just grunts like some neanderthal." he nodded "Though, I've a feeling he's smarter than he lets on, or he wouldn't be called one of the best." he laughed "I'm debating the meaning of "best" in these parts."

[Doom]

"Excellent. Our meathead has decided to hide his intellect. That makes me feel so much safer already." Mercia sighed, then said, "What about the other?"

[Jay]

"Thin, tall, scarred man. He talks like wildfire, and is into the more, disturbing macabre things, if you know what I mean. He looks a bit lanky, but is an extrordinary aim. He likes a good drink of alcohol, and is more or less a 'ladies man'." Lien smiled, shaking his head in disapproval.