Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Don't know," replies Carthrat, glancing over at the comm panel. "This thing might have a copy of the capital ships logs on it. You could try checking, but I... don't feel so good.

I think I'm gonna get some sleep. And find some clothes. You're too damn small, Tir. This shirt doesn't fit me."

[Anastasia]

Tir smirks, already falling back into his old patterns. "It's because you're so gifted in this form, 'Rat." He shakes his head lightly, then goes on. "Anyway, I'll do some work...and take Rachel back there with you. " The last part is merely a whisper.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah.." replies Carthrat, shaking her head.

"Come'on, Rachel," she continues, deciding to wander around the ship to get a grip on it. After all, it was *her* ship now.

She'd have to get around to changing the markings and signiatures.. and replacing the black box. But that could wait.

[Anastasia]

Rachel follows, rather numb looking.

The rest of the ship besides the surprisingly big bridge area is a single rest area with four cots built into the wall, a small galley with about a few month's worth of flash frozen rations, and engines access. There reallly isn't much space, but it's enough to work.

The storage areas for the bedroom and kitchen are ladders beneath obviously movable floor panels, reasonably sized, walk down cubbys to store things in.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat starts going through the motions of taking an inventory in silence, all mixed up in her thoughts..

Mercenaries.. Tir.. Diane.. what have I caught myself up in again?

[Anastasia]

There are four generic, rankless uniforms here, black and tight fitting, but sans armor. One of them fits you well enough, better than Tir's shirt. There are no weapons of note, but there are a few (3) plasma cells stored in a box. Those could be used to power the guns you do have.

Along with that, there are a few old hand held computers with small data storages and basic games programmed in, they look like time killers. And finally...

In a corner, hidden by an empty, dusty box, is a full sized medical kit. Inside are hypos, anti biotics, bandages, anti toxins, all sorts of good things.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat glances at the medkit.

Heh.. who needs a medkit when you have Selene? Still.. it can't hurt to have it somewhere more accessible.

Quickly getting changed into a uniform, Carthrat grabs the medkit and the plasma cells, putting them closer to the cockpit.

Exhausted from the days events, and just sick of having to be fighting all the time, Carthrat makes her way back to the sleeping area and sits on a bed, thinking about what to do next..

[Anastasia]

During all this, Rachel ended up on a bed as well, staring a goodly hole in the ceiling. She isn't making any conversation, any thoughts she has right now are going inside or to someone else.

As you lay there, your body is letting you know it wants sleep badly. Even for a military bed, this isn't that uncomfortable...

[Carthrat]

"Hey, Rachel," says Carthrat, tracing a finger across the wall and gazing out the starport.

[Anastasia]

A long pause, as Carthrat stares out at the stars. "Yeah?" she asks finally, her voice tired and weary.

[Carthrat]

"The stars are pretty, aren't they?" she replies, her voice slurred from tiredness.

[Anastasia]

"...yeah."

Her response is a good while in coming, her voice distant. "It's...never boring in your life, is it?"

[Carthrat]

"..never a dull moment.." replies Carthrat, turning away.

[Anastasia]

"No..." she whispers, and then is quiet. Moments later, her breathing becomes soft and regular.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat's eyes close, and she too drifts off into the realm of sleep..

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Hey, Carthrat. You'll never get a break. Been like this since day one, hasn't it? A fight every day. A death every week. Never changed, no matter who you thought you were.

Mercenary.. slave.. and now a hunter. Guess Setsuna was right, wasn't he? Death isn't a nightmare. It's a dream..

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And while she sleeps, she almost starts to cry. But that would never do, would it? Can't have Carthrat, big tough guy, crying. Ruin the whole image.

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Image of what, huh?

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The rest of the sleep is a dreamless one..