The monk being the person he was never found need to drink with friends. "Well we did just defeat something which threatened lives. Uh, we also agreed to share and learn together. But I think my friend most of all I just would like to have a drink with a friend, all of that was... tiring and ..." scaring, he could still not feel his avatar and in a lot of ways that scared him to the core. "I think it would make a good break." Alcoholic as he was.

"Sounds  good to me .."

Raising her glass and lightly tapping it to his, Dev says,

"To defeating Evil and to friends!"

Then she tosses it back and only coughs a bit as it takes her breath.

The child hefts Numina into balance grubmling, 'Well that's one way to prove the path is dangerous.'  If inks doesn't remember how to get to sick bay she will ask Luci. Likely arriving to see exchanged drinks she will see, and mutter, 'That seems pretty okay,' and head back to the voider's engine to document current repair requirements for Osman.

It's going to cost about 44,687c in parts to fix to a point where there won't be the risk of it blowing out under stress, quite a bit more to get it to 'good as new'.  She's can figure out a few ways though to cut the price by 15,675c taking the price down to 29,012c.

Raven will get up out of his chair, stretch since he's been in it for a decent bit now, and leave Osman to make sure they don't crash into anything. He was tired but he didn't feel like napping, and he didn't have any offerings to give so praying wasn't a big temptation right then either. He decided instead to head to engineering, one because he could do with a change of scenery and two it'd been ages since he tinkered with an engine.

Raven checked over things with Inks, they where prity much on the same page with what needed fixed.. Raven found a little that she missed, and she a little bit more than that which he missed.  (Raven got 6 successes, Inks got 7) Raven however is able to show her some ways to repair a few parts that were a bit before her time she was just going to replace and saves 3,678 more. They needed 25,334c in parts to repair the damage done... some where around 200,000c to get it working good as new though, but that was totally unnecessary, the 25,334c in parts would get it working just fine... it didn't have to have to purr like a kitten to get the job done.

Smiling as he shared a drink with a good friend, "Indeed. To our friends and allies." Finding himself lower than he'd like on his drink but that wouldn't stop him from topping Dev's glass up once more before drinking from his own. "We are fine now Dev, so if you wish to go and see if you can help the others that would be fine. I do not think I shall need much help feeling sorry for myself, and you've done wonders already with my wounds. Only thing we can do here now is wait on time."

edit: missed two posts with raven's repairs, sorry. so she would have done something more like this.
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The girl is somewhat wary when Raven comes in, but as they get into the guts of the engine she becomes much more animated. Questions and conjectures about the old parts expounding on the heels of Raven's replies. Once the two feel the lists are finalized she forwards the both lists to Osman and Luci. Suggesting she may have missed something on them, but that was what inks and Raven saw.

"What I saw of your flying was epic. Sorry the engines were shaky at the end there. You and Luci were the best out there. Did you pick that up in the military? Are you still in the military? This crew seems kinda disparate."

Dev sips at her topped off glass as she muses,

"I would not leave thee in this sorrowful mood Friend.  What maun I do to cheer thee?"

"Do forgive my appearance, I am not sorrowful. Life had given me a challenge. Yes I shall have to do some meditation, I ... I can no longer feel the flow of the universe. A sense that I have not been without since a boy." Smiling and nodding back, "I've got my English back, and well as I once heard. When we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change. From here I can find out who I am, what I shall be. I trust my avatar will return, with it I shall I am sure come to appreciate it more or understand myself more. So all you need to do my friend to aid in my cheering is be yourself, nothing more is needed."

In reply to Azraile (msg # 477):

If enough time has passed to renew his resources, Osman will help with this but also look at getting his implant replaced...preferrably with something that will not offend every single spirit that they run across.  He is also more than eager to be able to eat food without it looking like rotten flies again.

Devellana nodded her agreement as he spoke his wisdom to her,

"I believe in thee and thine own abilities.  I will leave thee to thy meditation then."

To Luci, the knight calls,

"I am feeling better and a bit less harried than before Luci!  What else maun I do to aid my companions?  Are we free of this fell place as of yet?  Where are the others?"

Now that the immediate threat was over and their mission complete, the old bird seemed a bit more relaxed as he helped the girl fiddle and tinker with the engine. If he seemed annoyed she caught stuff he missed he failed to show it, instead taking the time to explain patches, fixes, and shortcuts he had learned about old machines like this over an artificially extended lifetime. He wasn't a teacher by any means, but neither did he dress it down for the girl as though she were too simple from youth to grasp fully what he said; the information was blunt and honest, as well as on a level one might expect used when speaking to an equal. He answered he questions in the same way;

"Yes, I learned to fly in the military, Space Marines to be exact. I worked my way up to being in charge of my own squadron, Commander rank, but they were all taken out do to bad intel. I had my ship blown out from under me too, woke up to hear my suit alarm alerting me to the fact it was out of oxygen. I didn't want to strangle to death on nothing, so I unlatched and removed my helmet to die quickly in space. It didn't happen though, I was fine and lasted until I was picked up. One thing about the military, any one and branch thereof, is that when they make a mistake of any level they swiftly look for the best and most convenient scapegoat. They arrested me, said their deaths were my fault and court marshaled me. I was found innocent since I was, but they blacklisted me to the worst jobs they could possibly think of. Stuff they might stick a green private with, let alone a full Commander. I knew it wouldn't get any better, so I resigned. The Space Marine Corps couldn't officially say I was to blame for my last mission's SNAFU, but unofficially spreading rumors about it, that was another kettle of fish. That was I'd guess forty years ago give or take, yet I'm sure my name still leaves a bad taste in at least a few mouths.

"As for this crew, we actually never signed up to be one. We were on a station, the one by the moon that went boom. There was smoke, fire, and marauders everywhere. Buildings fell as the whole thing shook, no time to think or plan. Those of us who were alive, we just ran for the most part. I stopped to help dig out a cyborg who was caught in a collapsing structure, he and I were running for the only ships still left intact in the upper docks since the lower ones where my ship had been were gone. Somehow, we suddenly ended up in one of them and a call went out for a pilot. I volunteered, and got us to Mars while outracing these little white things that tried to come after us.

"I left the ship once we were in port, but Luci contacted me. Then the monk did as well, and we agreed to meet. Turns out he was friends with the same cyborg, and it's a good thing too since we almost wailed on each other at least a couple of times that he intervened with. The knight, I didn't notice her on the station, but that's not surprising since everything was going to shit at the speed of light. She must have been there though, because after we docked and I came back she was walking down one of the ship's corridors and ran into us when Huoshui happened to be talking about money and she got interested. He had some quest or something he wanted our help to do, we agreed, and after it was over we just never parted company. Then we found Luci needed a crew at the same time we needed a ship of our own, and we've been together ever since.

"I know it seems strange, that a man all about meditation and control would be friends with an off the wall ex-marine fallen from grace, and that either one of us would be an odd fit for a knight of yore let alone the both of us. But the thing is, all the stuff we're taught in society and life that matters and keeps us separate? We don't give a damn about it, each for our own reasons but the end result is the same. Huoshui, he's wise and enlightened so he sees past all that hogwash; Devellanna, she comes from a place where most everyone was the same so she didn't know to act different to people who weren't like her. And me? I've spent the better part of four decades not giving a flying fuck about a lot of things, and those dividing lines fall into that category. We're friends, we've got each other's back, and messing with one of us is the same as screwing with all of us.

"Now that I've answered your questions, here's some of my own; Luci said you might have a lesser owl totem, which leaves me to ask just what in blazes is a lesser owl? Also, you're pretty young looking, yet I think you mentioned before you had experience with crazy, wild, and weird shit. How'd you manage that, in the short time you've been breathing? It's not a statement of disbelief or a demand of proof, ravens are just naturally curious."

As the smuggler chatted, he removed a pack of cigarettes from his person and extracted one. Having lit it with his battered old metal Earth Army lighter, he offered said pack to Inks. His action might have been frowned up generally, but since they weren't in orbit or docked in any one place there was no clear law saying he couldn't make it. Also, she had just helped kill a god, and he figured if she was responsible enough to pull that off then she was mature enough to decide for herself if she wanted to smoke or not.

At the mention of Victoria Station inks will nod, "I was on the moon because I evacuated from the station."

She will smile but decline the pack, after a moment of consideration.

"Houshui seems to emulate his namesake by going with the flow in that."

The child concentrates for a moment when he is done. Beginning in a somewhat academic way but rounding out to quite a few moments of impishness, "With spirits stuff is very fluid, there seems to be a place for many if not all belief systems. And they are generally separate and the same, just to be difficult(^^). So my totem is an aspect of Owl or a spirit that is like him but not so powerful or both, depending on Owl's whim. I've heard it put other ways though. Across the veil general fails to be completely describable in what most would consider coherent ways. It gives those interested lots of time to meditate on its nature just to go cross eyed." The broad crooked smile resurfaces on her face, "I've been discussing with Amp and Huoshui, i think, the nature of Raven in the spiritual sense. Curiosity is something Owl shares with them.

"Well, until recently, I split my time with Mom and Dad. Mom has been taking me on her scouting trips across the veil. That gets rather interesting on occasion. Father, and for a time my Mom, lived on the CRPB and when its orbit coincides with the nebula things are generally ... energetic. This last time got particularly messy ...,' the girls face gets more distant as the words come, but then snap back into focus. "After we brought back the shard Vicky Station went the way of the dodo as well.

"So life or you know destiny apparently wanted me to live interesting times(^^). Luci seems to have attracted a few others along those lines." An almost imperceptible pause later, "Can you fly? Why were you on Vicky Station?"

"I think I'll be looking for more to drink rather than meditate, till we are out of this mess only my Do could bring me the inner piece to meditate and... with my legs and body as a whole like this I shall have to wait for that." Huoshui laughed, coughing slightly as it hurt his lungs somewhat but still undeterred.

Looking to the device on his wrist, seeking knowledge he tried to use it to access the net of information. "The mind must be respected as much as soul and body, as I am unable to train these two, please small device share with me knowledge." Trying to look up news.

"In the Mortal World? No, not without some kind of wind or updraft. Birds are naturally aerodynamic for the most part, even the ones that look as strange as fuck. Also they have hollow bones, makes them lighter. Humans aren't and don't, so even though I got heavily spliced I couldn't fully overcome those annoying truths about Mankind's physiology. In the Spirit World, on the other talon, there the one eyed bird is king...

"As to why I was there, in two words 'the shard'. It wasn't what you might call a well kept secret, I think Devellanna's People might have been one of the few not to hear about it. If you think I don't look like some lab geek, you'd be correct. But I figured I'd find some work there, plenty of people who might need some extra security, guarded transport of it or possibly other items, even Station Security can find a spot for a disgraced veteran even if it's simple stuff.

"Where are your parents now? Were they both on the station, and did they get evacuated in time?"

(don't forget he can slow his fall with them in a kinda controlled fall/glide... at 0.75Gs he can glide glide... at 0.5Gs or lower he can fly.... lot of worlds fit into the 0.5Gs or lower!)

To Devellana. [The only damage seams to be to them, myself, and Osman's engine.]

The child smiles, "Over coming the nature of the world can be difficult, in whatever world your in, and is not without its risks." As the shard comes up, a brief look of distant calculation in her eyes, "Yes, I've no doubt the one advertising the shard has come to regret it."

Looking concerned inks responds, "I'm not sure about Mom, I haven't heard from her since we came out of the storm. I've gotten vague images of her related to boarding a ship on the station around that time, but there is no context yet. The joys of prognostication." a little sardonically, "I've heard from Dad, but his messages tend to lack detail. I'm guessing he is okay, and doesn't seem in a rush to get me anywhere."

"You get up to anything besides flying, engines, and I would guess shooting? Any drill with hand to hand? I was able to get sparring partners on Luna, but I hear you gotta keep practicing(^^), and practicing, and practicing."

"Thank you Lici!"

Turning back to the monk, she says,

"If I can do aught else for thee, please let me know Friend Monk.  Elsewise, I shall seek my rooms and a long wash.  I reek of spider guts and smelly monkeys!"

She grins at him as she awaits permission to leave.

"A wash would be good, all of us I am sure could use one for relaxation if nothing else." Thinking the prospect sounded good for himself, sweat and grime of combat. Some cleansing rites, prayers might do his soul good. "If I need help I shall not fret to ask you, I should be capable of ..." laughs, "to clean and such myself. Redress my wounds shall be fine by myself, you do good by yourself friend. I shall keep myself, and an eye on our friend Amp. You deserve rest and time to do as you wish now, after such horrible battle it is much time for you now."

Osman is going to hire a private detective to see if he can dig up any leads on the original engine to the ship, not the current ship but THE ship.

Devellanna smiled as she bowed to the monk and turned to take her leave.

"Naytheless, have you Need, do thou give me a call."

She returned to where she had thought to find the others, but found only one of the three.  To Osmon, she queried,

"How dost thou fare after such a battle as we just finished Sir Osmon?  Hast thou need for my aid?  Where are the others?  Methinks that the monkey should be washing himself anon!"

This last was  accompanied by a chuckle.

"Good assessment of my skills, Squirt. As for your last question, in my case wouldn't that be hand to hand to hand to hand combat?"

Raven grinned at his little joke.

"Yep, I can do that, too. I learned one form on Earth, then another with the Space Marine Corps. As a Commander in charge of a squadron, I didn't actually have much use for that particular talent. But, after I resigned, I found myself in numerous situations where it proved to be useful. I can spare with you, if you like. Keep in mind, I don't do the 'center your mind and punch' kind of stuff, you'd want FW for that. But, if you just want someone who can swing a punch, I'd say I qualify. Also, just to round out my skill set, I can use melee weapons too.

"As to what I get up to, there's two answers to that; the first would be before I joined this crew, and that would succinctly be whatever I could to make money I then turned into drugs and booze as quickly as I could'. Now, I work and sweat to redeem myself, to pay back the Universe for my crime and bring Honor to my Goddess to replace what I once stole.

"How about you? Since you lived such an interesting life, and thought sneaking onto a Mercenary ship was a fun time, what hobbies do you enjoy? Aside from beating up on old, decrepit and defenseless Splicers, I mean?"

There was another grin.
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Twink joined raven in inspecting the engine, he was and has been rather good of late and they where getting along better.. his talons only spread some surface rust over the already a bit rusty engine, while before him sitting there would have made things crumble away. Rather it was something to be pleased about that he was holding things back or not causing trouble, or annoyed that it means in the past he was intentionally making/letting things rest more than necessary, was up to Raven.