Courier knew that look all too well. That was the look of disappointment and disapproval. From other mercenaries it was shameful, but not horrifying. From Medic? It sent a chill up his spine and his heart racing.

“Not… exactly?” He replied, voice squeaky, “Besides, well, you and Engie, no one but Snipes has… found out.”

He glanced towards Sniper, trying to get some backup, only to find his face turned away. He never saw what Medic had done to fake his death. With respawn tech, it was hard to see death in the field as ‘permanent’ anymore, so whatever it was must have been… horrific. He didn’t want to ask Sniper about it, but the alternative was right in front of him and not happy.

However, in his many years working with Medic, Courier had gathered that the icy disappointment only came from him when something he was proud of had failed, and Courier had spent many a late night listening to Medic yammer on about a new breakthrough that he was proud of. With the right words, it wouldn’t be hard to get the man talking.

Amon felt someone's gaze upon him as he finished tuning up his fiddle. Glancing over, the Bard realized he had a fairly attentive audience of one, and broke into a welcoming smile.

"Greetings, friend!" the Elezen gave a flourish with his bow. "Do you have a request for a song this fine day?"

Time to busk!

"Hey uh, Mark? It's Jack."

"Wanted to see if you were...okay. Heard somethin' about ya yellin' at the radio or some shite....over."

- @irradiated-welder

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Mark took in a deep breath , attempting to ground himself before speaking.

I'm okay , Jack. I was just .. getting some odd messages from the radio. Again. It happens.

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- @no1bestcaptain

(feel free to ignore this if it doesnt fit with your blog!)

.. Captain ?

Hello !! This is Mark !

Head Engineer Mark of the Invincible II !!!

“Is– is this getting through?”

A thud interrupts the stranger, and she mutters a curse under her breath before she seems to get closer to the radio, her voice strained as she does her best not to stumble on her words.

“I don’t know who this is connecting to but this is Altas 9. I do not know where I– ... where I am. My GPS is... it’s not functioning. I– uhm... Over.”

—Transmission from Atlas 9 (← ooc, signing off basically)

(ooc: I hope you don’t mind OCs roleplaying ^^;)

Mark , despite tightly holding onto yet another mug of shitty coffee like his life depended on it , was dozing off in his chair. Thankfully the buzzing radio quickly snapped him back awake.

"Whh .."

He looked over , pausing when he realized somebody was on the other end. And whoever it was was clearly in distress. And then there was that ominous thud , which made his brow raise. Shit , okay okay .. he shook his head to further wake himself.

Quickly setting the mug down , Mark rolled his chair closer and listened in. Atlas 9 ? Hmm .. Nope. That didn't ring a bell. He was beyond exhausted though , so maybe he wasn't remembering right ? .. Or perhaps it was just another vessel he wasn't made aware of until now. Was it even a vessel ?

Hello , hi ! I hear you ! Your signal is coming through.

He had to stiffle a yawn.

This is AT-5. You said your GPS isn't working ? Uhh .. do you have any idea what solar system you might be in ? Or planet ?

Wait. Planets didn't exist anymore in this universe , right ? Right .. damnit. And the stranger said she had no idea where she was. Fuuuuck. He probably sounded stupid. Weird. Unprofessional. He definitely felt like it right now. Eughh.

"God, i hate this place...", was the first thing Simon said while walking towards the sub.

Dread. Unbelievable amounts of dread. And he wasn't even the poor soul getting into the damn submarine.

Thoughts raced in his head. Stories of how previous convicts sent down into the blood ocean never came back alive. This time would be different. It .. it had to be. Mark couldn't let this mission go wrong.

Of course ,, he could have always said no. Put down his foot and refuse to manage this expedition. But he didn't. From what he's seen working under the C.O.I , he was probably one of the only enployees around who cared about keeping the convicts alive.

Mark looked up from the panel of controls he had been attempting to quickly familiarize himself with. He was a fairly quick learner , thankfully. And .. there was the convict.

The engineer's eyes immediately widened slightly. Huh. This guy looked .. a lot like himself. Very different , but similar. Hmm. Whatever , he didn't focus on it for long.

"Hi- I mean , uh .. hello !"