P [Fallen Shrine] Armory and Computers Meeting On The Rust Bucket

Cate tapped a finger on her chin. "Hm. Well, some of the methods those books mentioned did help a bit, but the biggest change, I'd say, is the fact we got specially crafted wires designed to hold all the potential qubits. Well, maybe 'Specially' crafted's not the right phrase, but y'know- the NDC's managed to make wires able to handle all the possible states. How they do that, I can only attribute to the fancy computer they have embedded into their spinal cords." The Aasimar shrugged. "I think Drake also mentioned bringing aboard a Q-tech specialist, but he said that'd take a bit- though he never gave a time schedule."

At that, Cate muttered a bit as the bacon sizzled behind her. "I guess he'll have this specialist ready when we get back to NDC or something." Brushing her white hair out of her face, Cate turned to Lysandra. "So, Lysandra, what was the Scrapper's colony like?"

Soap lifted a foot and gently kicked Cate on the shin. "Pay attention to your cooking while you talk." She pointed out, continuing to stir her stew. "As for the qubits and other q-tech, I ain't got shit about that myself. I don't even have a Geist installed. Didn't want to fuck around with some medical fields more than I've already had to in my life." Soap grumbled, not even wanting to think about the shit the first three weeks of training had involved. Especially with no rest between training, surgeries, and resuming training.

Lysandra just listened and sipped her drink with half lidded eyes as Cate prattled on about Qtech, Geists, and the NDC. She sniffed the burning bacon but chose to hold her peace while Cate rambled. When Soap kicked her she couldn't help but snicker a bit. "Oh they were probably what you were expecting. Unsanitary, oily, dank, cut throat, and overall a horrible place to be raised or raise kids. Learned all my tricks-of-the-trade there, and more that I won't explain. Not to mention I can hear that the turbine fans on the engines are out of alignment and likely causing decreases in your thrust output."

"Wha- OH!" Cate hurredly turned around to check the bacon- however, in her haste, the aasimar accidentally flung a poor salt shaker with her breasts, causing the container to go flying, spilling salt everywhere. Cursing, the Aasimar stumbled to the floor, trying to grab the shaker that was now rolling on the floor. Muttering to herself, Cate stood up, groaning, as she set the shaker back on the counter. "Annyways. Ignore that you just saw that."

Sighing, the white haired woman leaned back against the counter. "So, from what I understand, they're perilous worlds infested with scavs, raiders, and slavers who loosely organize themselves into guilds, and the more 'legal' ones have to fight off competitors for rights to scrap?" Raising an eyebrow, Cate pointed out to Lysandra: "I come from a city-world. Not quite a full on ecumenopolis, but the habitable ring was a pretty packed city. The best representation I have of a scav-world comes from movies and dramas. I've heard a couple of stories from others, yeah, but they played up the worst parts of it to make themselves sound tougher than they actually were."

At that, Cate snorted disdainfully. "Still needed my help to get locked doors open without a scene, or to access digital files. All they knew was to use a blowtorch and hammer to pry things loose." Cate suddenly blinked and raised a hand. "N-no offense, of course. Wh-what do they say? Present company excluded?"

"And this is why I was fine cooking a stew." Soap said, gloating a bit as she watched Cate struggling with the entire mess she was creating with her ponderous bust in the way. "As it is, scaving doesn't sound like it's any different if it's in a war zone or just a scrapyard that's larger than most." She said, stepping away from teh stew now that it was in a good spot to really cook long-term. "Maybe Drake can point me differently, but honestly, the trying to put up a brave, or strong face, seems almost like a universal thing a bunch of groups do." She continued, settling at one of the tables in the galley.

Mostly she leaned back and regarded the pair. In a strange sort of way, this was the two 'bonding'. GEtting to know each other really. She was just interjecting at this point with quips or snide comments. Which was a fun in and of itself.

Lysandra rolled her ruby eyes at Cate and sipped on her soda. "Sounds like you have some worthy skills, but are still a pampered princess." She watched as that salt container boinged off her boisterous bosom and landed with a clatter and a crash. "And no, I guess scaving isn't too much of a world apart. Learn some of the same skills and hard truths. Learning to not get attached to people is one of those things. Lost my mom and dad that way." She said in a bitter tone.

"A pampered princ- why, I'll have you know that it's not-!" She stopped as Lysandra continued to take a breath. Which in of itself was cut short when she heard Lysandra talk about her past. Ah, crap. She's one of THOSE- Turning her face slightly so that she she focused on her eggs, she blinked a couple of times as she made a cough or two-the bacon was.. smoking a bit. Yeah, totally. The smoke was why she was tearing up. After clearing her throat and blinking, Cate turned back to Lysandra. ...She made everything awkward, didn't she? Clearing her throat one last time, Cate told Lysandra: 'W-well, I hope you get attached enough to us to save our asses if we get attacked by pirates or something." ...Great, Cate. Real nice thing to say!

The Aasimar nervously turned to Soap. "Drake' oughta be the worst of them." THAT was said slightly grumpily, though there was no real bite or bitterness in those words. "Though, granted, I haven't talked to him THAT much because, well, that.. er, 'deermod?' Yeah, that crazy girl with the antlers." Cate screwed her lips in a scowl. "Pretty sure the last time I talked to him, my wardrobe was missing another pair of bras."

"Olyv, and yeah, that's about the sum of it with her." Soap said, chuckling as she stood there. "Honestly, we're all a bundle of our own troubles and we're just making nice with each other." She continued, while settling her own rump against teh counter. "As for missing undergarments, I'm down several panties and bras. Admittedly, most of mine are pretty plain and hardly anything to write home about. You though Cate, I could imagine have to special order them." She quipped, grinning.

"With knockers like those? Oh she most definitely has to have those special ordered. I highly doubt somebody keeps literal boulder holders on the shelf." She snickered and placed and long shot the empty can into the garbage. Lys' ear flicked as she noticed Cate's now scattered behavior. "Something wrong 'boobs'?"

Cate bristled at Lysandra's quip. "Oh, sorry, fluff-for-brains!" The aasimar quite literally snarled that out. "Better than always checking to make sure my pants aren't falling because the tail-hole isn't too big to account for all of those tails." Cate's eyes widened, and she put a finger on her temple. "Just... argh. Don't call me 'boobs.' I've had enough people calling me that in the polite way back where I used to live." After a moment's silence, and Cate leaning against the counter, and she finally turned to Soap: "...And no! There were two or three sites that had my size and support! ...They were just all located on places where Caritas was worshipped." That last part was spat, before Cate's lips thinned as she pressed them together, and sighed once more.

This was not how I thought this conversation was going to go. The smell of slightly burnt bacon reached her nose, and Cate's eyes widened and she turned around to turn the bacon over once more.

Sophia shrugged. "Caritas is one of the UNS gods, right?" She asked, trying to recall. She was kind of an atheist when it came to faith and such. Plus it rarely tended to matter to her directly even in her line of work. It wasn't like most folks were trying to be discrete about the fact they were hiring her either as a trader or a smuggler. Sure, some might have worn the trappings of something or another, but usually it was pretty up-front. "Never did fully get the story about your hate about any talks of gods by the way."

All nine of Lysandra's tails bristled. "Listen here" She leveled one claw tipped finger at Cate. "Let's get one thing straight here, I will jape, mostly because its how we show affection where I come from, princess." Her ears had flattened back as she stalked footstep by footstep closer to the other white haired female, eyes burning a bright red as she stalked closer on frighteningly silent feet.

"But if you ever snarl at me like that again" She drug that same claw across a small portion of exposed collar and cleavage. "You'll be having the universes fastest breast reduction surgery. Kapeesh?"