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Verile Sal-man

"Hmm... Oh did you say something?"

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a character in “Recidivist Saint”, as played by DecroMcQuin

Description

Name: Verile Sal-man
Age: 21
Race: Thairin
Gender: Thairins are genderless, appears as an effeminate male by human standards. Prefers to be called "he" when needed.
Skin tone: Very pale
Occupation: Passenger

Appearance: Tangled/curled white hair. Wears a white dress shirt with only a right arm sleeve, his left arm and hand are covered in purple and black tattoos of eyes, tentacles and stitches. Always wears headphones and has a slight build. Sometimes wears a bracelet that resembles a serpent on his right hand. Eye colour is grey at neutral points, but changes based on emotions or music. Veins glow a faint green that becomes brighter in the dark.

Favorite type of music: Synth Wave

Personality: Lazy, easily distracted from things that don't interest him, hedonistic, sometimes has brief flashes of rage or insanity that don't last very long, and he tends to be sorry for them afterwards. Thairins don't grasp the human concept of "personal space" very well.

History: Therins are usually very timid beings that rarely leave their home world. They are almost all artists or philosophers, but there are exceptions to the norm. These exceptions are ones who can't live sedentary lives and wish for adventure. These Thairins are marked with ink patterns of their choosing and sent out to seek their adventures, not marked to show them as banished exiles but to show that they are different from normal Thairins and should be treated as such by outsiders. Verile is on of those who left to find more. As a Thairin his spacial awareness is top notch making him an excellent pilot. However many of his vices remain from his home world, most notably his addiction to an opiate that is popular among his people called "Dream Catcher". Although it isn't an illegal substance and has very little health drawbacks, it puts Verile in a dreaming like state that is very hard to snap out of.

Verile used to be a mercenary pilot, but after nearly dying in a dog fight with a rival, decided to take a vacation for a short time. He sustained some light injuries that are healing while he relaxes.

Belongings: A light las-pistol, a suitcase full of Dream Catcher and his injecting bracelet, headphones that have music programmed into them, a pair of sunglasses.

So begins...

Verile Sal-man's Story

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Verile slowly faded back into consciousness after his latest trip. He sat up and stretched in the lounge chair he'd been in. He looked at the skin on his exposed left arm and frowned slightly at it's paleness. It is much harder to get a tan in space, he thought to himself. He checked his bracelet and was unsurprised to find that it was empty of the bright fluid it had been full of earlier. He stood up and brushed his thickly curled, white hair out of his face while taking a look around. This was the first point at which Verile noticed that there was no one else in the small lounging area he had been in. It was also the first point at which he noticed that the thick glass ceiling above him bore a large crack across it, thought not a critical one. Otherwise he'd have been thrown out into space.

"That seems pretty dangerous" He said out loud, even thought there was no one within hearing distance "I should probably tell someone about that, orrrrr..." he trailed off, looking somewhat wistfully at his empty bracelet as his eyes went from grey to a more silvery hue. "No, I should really tell someone, now where would a maintenance office be?"

He set off looking for a ship employee to ask.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Verile wandered through the hallways. It was strange that no one else was around, the halls were empty and most of the doors were locked. He thought that maybe he had been out for longer than expected and everyone would be sleeping, but the nearby clock told him otherwise. Noticing a nearby elevator he decided to check if any crew were on the bridge, if so he could report that damaged window before someone got hurt. Getting into the elevator and pressing what he assumed was the right button, Verile waited as the elevator took him up a few levels.

When he got to the bridge floor the doors opened and Verile steeped out and paused, his eyes turning a bright yellow in alarm. It would seem he had walked into a crew meeting. There was an odd assortment of different people including a pirate looking girl, a large man in a floral print shirt, and a young looking human girl, as well as a few of the crew members he recognized from around the ship.

"Am...I interrupting something here?" He asked backing up against the now closed elevator door and feeling around behind him for the buttons. He very suddenly remembered the rule that had been told on day one of the cruise that passengers weren't allowed on the bridge.

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Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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For a moment Uran thought Dax really was going to shoot, but then the Captain decided to make him a member of the crew, along with the alien woman from earlier. While it was true Bazaka saved the ship, his pay - such as it was - would be reduced for the time being as punishment for all that ammo he expended in the battle. He got off rather lightly, considering.

With Tao strictly forbidden from directly interfacing with starships, it was up to Uran to conduct repairs. Again. But this time, he would have help for a change. "Pleased to meet you, Araina," he said, holding out an arm in that handshake gesture common among humanoids. "I'll look forward to seeing these 'arachnobots' of yours in action." Suddenly, the elevator doors opened. Yet another one of the tourists had stumbled across the bridge. Would this one also end up being press-ganged?

"What the? Again, really? The bridge is off limits to non-personnel." The Ondari sounded more fed up than outraged at this, after having seen it happen twice already. They would have to start using keycards for certain floors at this rate...

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Character Portrait: Captain Dax Masters Character Portrait: Martin Tachikoma Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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"Call me Captain." Bazakka's comments failed to fill him with much confidence. His ship was a mess, and the wholes in his crew was being stuffed with rags instead of stoppered with the kinds of corks it needed. Not that the ship was some kind of wine bottle. He had never learned to make good analogies.

Dax was about to tell them to break when the elevator doors opened. He expected it to be the kobold, the only other occupant of the ship that hadn't been warned about wandering into personnel-only areas. "For fuck's sake." It wasn't the most pleasant way to introduce himself to the intruder. Neither was the way Martin swiveled out of Bazzaka's grasp to point a laser carbine. "This is the command bridge. For commanders. Martin, first thing tomorrow you're adding a biometric scanner to the elevator."
"You said you didn't want me sticking anything in it."
"I don't want you sticking anything gross in it. And put your carbine down. He is neither a woman nor covered in fur; just a lost passenger. What do you need?" He waived dismissively to the rest of the crew, which had only been half given orders, expecting them to hop-to.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Verile quickly came to the conclusion that he had indeed interrupted something. The laser carbine came as a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't the first time someone had pointed a gun at him.

"Sorry captain, I'll try to remember not to come up here in the future. It's just that I noticed there was some damage to one of the lounges glass roofs, and I figured I'd report it before anyone got hurt. I'll just be going now."
He slowly backed into the elevator as it arrived, not daring to turn away from the tao who had nearly shot him. He did find it strange however that the captain had mentioned he wasn't women, seeing as how there were two other women on the bridge. The fur part he could maybe understand, perhaps the captain had allergies or something. He held the elevator door open for anyone who was also getting in.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Smiling shyly at Uran's words, Araina began to speak, "The mechanical spyders aren't-" cut off by the ding of the elevator. She turned along with the rest of the group present on the bridge, examining the new arrival. He appeared human-like, although something set her off. An intangible difference tickled her mind, hinting at what he was but Araina was hopeless to divine to which species the being belonged.

Disregarding the person almost as soon as Dax began to deal with him, she returned her attentions to the Ondari whom she was now helping. "So, uhm, I guess I'm your assistant now or something like that? What exactly is there to do?"

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Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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The news that one of the glass roofs in the lounge had been damaged during the battle was a little worrying. It could potentially lead to a hull breach, and in a section of the ship that had their clientele, to boot. Uran started tapping away at one of his bracers. "There. I've directed a drone to head down to that area and fill in any cracks it finds in the glass," he said. "Thanks for letting me know about it."

With that done, he drifted towards the elevator, stopping to listen to Araina's questions. "I suppose you could call yourself my assistant, I'm certainly not against it. As for what we should do, well, there's not a lot we can do right now to repair the ship. We're running out of scrap material and those jumped-up jillboots rammed a boarding shuttle into the hangar I'd just finished repairs on. It's... rarely a dull moment around here."

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Character Portrait: Captain Dax Masters Character Portrait: Martin Tachikoma Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Everyone knew what they were doing, or if they didn't, didn't need orders otherwise. "Martin, if you'd be so kind, brief our new weapons specialist on his equipment. Everyone else is dismissed." He stepped towards the elevator. "Thank you for your due diligence, but this ship does seem to have a problem with the passengers remaining in their relegated quarters." He ran through his ever-growing mental checklist. So much the ship needed done, on and to. He had lost money on the trip. There was no way repairing and replacing everything was going to cost less than what he earned in fares. It was distressing, but it wasn't irrecoverable. So long as they didn't get attacked again, their hull being what it was and ammunition stores empty thanks to Bazaka's enthusiasm. Plus he was going to have to pay all of his new crew...
The Captain hit the button for the storage floor after waiting for the Ondari and the intruder to select their own floors, or anyone else to join them. Fortunately the elevator was just large enough for the four to have space, but anymore would have made an uncomfortable descent.
Martin turned in a carefully executed right-face to Bazaka (and, likely, Julieta had she not left with everyone else). "Have you ever served as the man-at-arms for a spaceship before?" It asked with a tone that very clearly expressed how unlikely he thought the gargantuan man ever had.

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Character Portrait: Captain Dax Masters Character Portrait: Martin Tachikoma Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Bazaka looked around, watching with a quiet smirk at his surroundings. Araina, the Spider Lady. Uran, the Squid Engineer. Dax and Martin, the old married couple in charge. As well as the alien pretty boy who came in wandering, just like Bazaka did. He couldn't help but grin in gleeful amusement at Dax's annoyed reaction.

Suddenly, he heard Martin questioning him, and he snapped out of his thoughts. "Eh? Ah.....not quite at a spaceship, no....so this should be an interesting learning experience, yes? Hehehehhehehe...". Bazaka kept quiet for a few seconds, before realizing that he should try to instill more confidence in his superiors. "Ah, but I was a peacekeeper for a few years. Good experience. Terrible pay. Even worse colleagues." The large man chuckled and folded his arms.

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Character Portrait: Captain Dax Masters Character Portrait: Martin Tachikoma Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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What Dax excused them, Sarah was surprised. She didint have to do more dangerious and stressful things, she could go to her room and relax, or go to the ships spa to relax if it was still intact. She soon made her way to the elevator and squeezed herself in while the door was still being held open. "Thanks for holding the elevator random passenger, also nice to meet you Uran and you too miss spider lady." She greeted them all. She soon pressed the button to select the floor which had the spa on it and began to wait for anyone else to get on the elevator.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Verile, overhearing some of the other conversations, was beginning to feel that he was missing something. He had only been unconscious for the past few hours, but from what he had been hearing the ship had sustained some heavy damage. They had mentioned a boarding party, so maybe pirates? He decided he wasn't going to find anything out by mulling over it in his head.

"So this is going to sound like a really dumb question, but what exactly happened?" He said. Then thinking that there might need to be an explanation as to why he didn't know, he made up an excuse, although it was a fairly weak excuse. "I've been... asleep for the past few hours." As he said the words he pulled his sleeve down over his bracelet, hoping no one would notice.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Araina listened raptly to Uran's detailing of the situation aboard the Recidivist Saint, intent on doing her job, whatever that was, well despite her effective status as a crew conscript. Somewhere inside her soul a sigh escaped, albeit not without some chagrin. She should have expected that proffering assistance to Captain Dax when he was in need would have entailed some form of consequence. Impressment had simply never crossed her mind.

"If there is a boarding ship in the storage area, couldn't we simply salvage necessary materials from there? It may not be much depending on the size of the vessel itself but any amount of repair capability is better than none, especially with the situation we're in. Although I wouldn't know much about engineering or repairing space ships seeing as how I've never done it," she recommended, gauging Uran's response to her suggestion. Stepping aside as some of the others entered the small elevator, she squeezed to the side in order to leave room for the others to stand semi-comfortably.

She winced noticeably as Sarah called her 'spider lady.' Araina had been subject to names similar to that one, almost always in a derisive manner. Disregarding that fact, she simply was not comfortable as a matter of principle with standing out as she did. Shocking red hair which did not hold dye well, red eyes, pale skin-and if one looked closely, claw-tipped hands-set the woman apart from most other humans in the galaxy. Many a night would she wish to be normal. No god ever answered her pleas.

When Verile asked his question, she answered, "The ship was attacked by Femanazis and another group for reasons they didn't care to explain. That's more or less the entire story."

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Character Portrait: Captain Dax Masters Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Bazaka Bazakara Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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"We were beset by the dastardly scourge of the stars that pridefully calls itself the Femenazi Federation, or Union or Alliance or whatever." The Captain waved his hand, dismissing the importance of their exact title. "They demanded we subject ourselves to boarding and seizure, I told them to go to Hell, and then a second spacecraft attacked. They collided, and now we're putting as much distance between ourselves and their burning carcasses as possible." The door finally closed and the elevator began its descent. "That's a wonderful suggestion, Araina. Whatever damage they did, let's try to make them supply the repairs as much as possible." He waited impatiently for each floor to be reached and for the elevator to slowly empty. He had to address the passengers to stop general panic (or attempted mutiny) before he could deal with his invaders.

"Unfortunately I predict you'll find similar working conditions aboard the Recidivist Saint." A three-fold insult. Martin crossed the room to the bank of computers and electronics on the right-middle side. There was a plush chair collecting dust the synthetic doubted would comfortably fit their over-sized new recruit. "This is your station," he declared. "So when you're told to get to your 'battle station,' this is what the Captain is talking about." He spoke very slowly, like he expected the concept to be too complicated. "Understand?"

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Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Upon hearing about possible hostile boarders, Verile considered whether or not to volunteer his services. Intruders on a civilian ship was never a good thing and getting rid of them would mean he could get back to his vacation sooner. On the other hand the captain might take it as an implied insult towards his crew, that they would need help.

Deciding that the worst thing Dax could do was shoot him, and he had already survived some shootings in the past, he chose to volunteer. "Say, if you're having trouble with boarders, I could give you a hand. Firefighting isn't my expertise but I am armed." Feeling the need to prove his last statement, Verile unholstered his las pistol, a standard issue model for mercenaries however this one was garishly painted in a myriad of bright colours.

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Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Uran visibly brightened up at Araina's suggestion to just break down the boarding craft for salvage. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that before?" he said as the elevator began its descent. "Now all we need is somewhere to detain the jillboots and the pirates. Personally, I'd rather vent them out into space, but that would give the Feminazis an actual reason to attack us next time." There was still the matter of subduing the intruders in the first place. They would have been worn out from fighting each other, but there would still be some resistance. The tourist that was with them offered to help, producing the most eye-wateringly colourful pistol Uran had ever seen.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some help clearing out the hangar," mused the Ondari, staring at the psychedelic sidearm for as long as he dared before having to avert his gaze. Once the dancing spots of light had cleared from his vision, he got off at the floor he wanted and made his way back to the hangar, where the drones should be still keeping watch unless the invaders decided to band together and make a serious attempt at taking the ship.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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Sarah noticed Arina wince when she called her a spider lady and immidently covered her mouth in response with a shocked expression on her face. "I'm sorry! I didin't know your name and I just sort of blurted it out. Well let's try that again, my names Julieta, what's your name?" She apologized and tried to restart the conversation. She then heard Uran talking about detaining the jillboots and pirates in the hanger. While in the elevator, the tourist asked if he could lend a hand before bringing out a wildly colored pistol. As the elevator went to her intended stop, she did not get off at her intended spot and instead she decided to go with Uran and the others to the hanger. "It wouldn't be fair for me to go hang out at a pool while you all risk your life to detain these pirates and invaders, I'll help out and I'm taking no for an answer." Of course she didint have her equipment on her and she was not a fighter, but maybe she could do something useful like talking or pressing more buttons.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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"Thank you, Captain Dax," she responded after his compliment. Perhaps she wouldn't be quite so useless after all. Impulses traveled across the ship as Araina manipulated the control node inside her brain, giving the mechanical spyders in her room a route to her current location through the air vents. It would probably be better if she diverted them into the main hallway when they neared. Sarah and Verile offered their services in clearing the hangar of remaining boarders so that repairs could begin, Araina secretly glad at the outcome. Perhaps now she would not have to fight.

"My names Araina," she responded to Sarah in time. "It isn't anything I'm not used to. People call me that quite often. I've learned to shove off the thoughts most of the time." Following her little speech, she closed her mouth firmly, refusing to look at anything but the path on which they travelled. Commanding the spyders to crawl out into the hallway an intersection from here, Araina warned, "Don't panic at the intersection. The spyders there are mine." So was it spoken, and so it was, the pulullating creatures halting before following the group at a sedate pace. Deciding to take a count of the number of constructs in the swarm, she pinged each creature, coming to a tally of one-thousand six-hundred and twenty-nine spyders. Less than a few hours ago but she did not pay much mind to the count.

Araina paused at the entrance to the storage/hangar bay, listening to the noises coming from inside. She took a step backwards to wait for a command, folding her human arms over her chest, concealed appendages shifting slightly, sending a ripple across the tight garment on her back.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Julieta Character Portrait: Uran Xeldroko Character Portrait: Araina Declore. Character Portrait: Verile Sal-man

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"Guess I'm with you then" Verile said as he followed the others through the halls that lead to the hanger doors. They were formidable looking and he could see how the boarders hadn't gotten through them yet. He couldn't hear anything happening on the other side but maybe that was just due to the thickness.

Holding his pistol close he readied himself for a fight. He winced slightly with the movement and held his chest. His wound was still acting out, guess the doctor had been right. Too late to back out now though. "Guess I'm fighting through this" he thought to himself as the pain faded slightly.