Ares8 Mess Hall<br/>Tagging Butch (<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>), Eris (<a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a>), Eris<a class="username" data-user-id="18141" data-username="@Xanaphia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18141/">@Xanaphia</a>)<br/><br/>Ami smiled, logging the various interactions for playback to Ms. Herd. “I certainly will,” she murmured, stepping close to Tug. “I believe she would find it amusing.”<br/><br/>She rested a finger on the base of Tug’s skull, right where Butch had pointed. “I also believe you are all being far too hard on this gentleman, with all this talk of stilettos.  It’s hardly necessary”. Her thumb slid around his throat, the pad resting on his carotid artery. “Simply drive your thumb in here,” she pressed slightly, emphasizing the statement, “and cut the flow of blood to the brain. Death follows swiftly.”<br/><br/>A smile curved her lips as she glanced from Butch to Eris and back. “When necessary, of course.”  Rising on tiptoes, to the catcalls and whoops of the crew, she molded her synthetic frame to Tug’s body as she lingeringly kissed him. “I don’t think it’s necessary. Do you?”<br/><br/>With a wink, she turned and took Eris’ arm. “I would love to hear more about how you killed a man with a shoe. Why don’t we find somewhere more private, and talk about it?”  She hesitated a moment, caught by programming-dreams Ben indecision, then glanced back at Butch. “Why don’t you join us?  You can compare the benefits of knives and shoes.”<br/><br/>-*-<br/><br/>Ares8 Medical Bay<br/>Tagging:  Jaxx Herd (<a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>), Lt. Cartwright (<a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a>), Ruya Aras (<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>)<br/><br/>“Shit.”  Kahaan breathed. Pirates were a risk, of course. But this still sucked. “No problem, LT. I’ll get on the stasis pods as soon as I finish up with Corporal Aras here.”<br/><br/>He started to turn to the Corporal, then turned back to Ms. Herd. “And I<i>do</i>consider myself an ethical man, ma’am. The Corporal is still human, and deserves the same care and concern as any other solder in the unit.”  It was a statement that could have been intended for the suit<i>or</i>the officer. “Speaking of whom, I need to finish with her.”  He turned to the soldier. “If you want to continue discussing my possible similarities to Dr. Mengele, perhaps you could join me later while I check the pods?”<br/><br/>With that, he focused his attention on Cpl. Aras. “My apologies for the delay,” he said, pulling her files up on his goggles. “That... that’s quite a mix of drugs you’re on.”  He shined a penlight in her left and then right eye, observing the dilation. “How are you feeling?”