Voice;

[slayer_not_player]

[There's a long pause before anything is said, but then: a quiet, male voice, hoarse from disuse.]

Angie. Delia. If you're here...

Just. Hold on. I'll find you.

[Tillman is well aware that his voice will probably be recognized and that his location can probably be discovered by hacking his device, but the message is important to him, so he posts it anyway.]

Ooc: Action tags welcome! Tillman is currently prowling around the cargo bay.

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[fractured_warrior]

[Meta's pretty much prowling around everywhere, looking for anything that might help him get an AI, get his enhancements working, or at the very least weapons.]

[This other man in the cargo bay ... has Meta's interest if only because he's an unknown.]

[Unknowns were always possibilities.]

[He rumbles lowly as he steps out from behind a crate.]

oh hey der

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman is leaning against a wall, staring at his device idly as he waits for replies. When Meta steps into his line of vision, he looks up, but doesn't move otherwise. His posture is loose and relaxed. There's a knife at his hip, a big one, but he doesn't seem interested in starting trouble.]

[fractured_warrior]

[Meta, on the other hand, is all about starting trouble. It distracts him from the silence in his head.]

[He approaches Tillman, slow, assessing the other man from head to toe, notcing that knife but in no ways deterred by it.]

[He himself towers well over 6', covered in a black base suit and white and brown armored plating. His face is obscured by a reflective gold helmet, somewhat like the kind you'd find on atsronauts. The armor looks like it's taken quite a bit of damage, but it doesn't seem to have deterred him much.]

[He's also growling.]

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman knows that look, even obscured as it is by the helmet. He had stopped receiving it in prison after he's dashed enough skulls against the pavement, but this place is new. He doesn't have a reputation here. He really hopes he won't have to earn it anew.

He still doesn't move away from the wall, but his eyes are sharp and intent on analyzing the armored man in front of him.]

Evening.

[In reality, he has no idea what time it is, but perhaps the pleasantry could stave off some violence.]

[fractured_warrior]

[Meta continues his advance, posturing his great size to his advantage. There doesn't look to be anything this guy has that Meta would want, no significant armor or weapons. No hint of AI.]

voice;

[awakenings]

[He doesn't sound good. Her first concern is that this man is sick and hasn't been to the med bay yet.]

I'm sorry. I don't think there's anyone on the ship by those names. Do you have any last names to go with them so I can check?

voice;

[slayer_not_player]

[There's another long pause.] If they're here, they would hear this, right?

voice;

[awakenings]

Unless they're not using their communicators, yes.

voice;

[slayer_not_player]

And is there a reason not to use them? [His tone implies that he suspects something sinister.]

voice;

[awakenings]

I can't think of any reason, personally.

[She frowns.]

You're a new arrival. Are you all right? Are you hurt in some way?

voice;

[firstofficer]

Individuals by the names of Angie and Delia are not presently located aboard the Tranquility.

voice;

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman considers for a moment. The man certainly seems confident about that.]

How do you know that?

voice;

[firstofficer]

I personally recorded information of all new arrivals emerging from the stasis chamber and cross referenced it the individuals previously acquired.

If you desire, I am able to forward my findings to your communicator.

voice;

[slayer_not_player]

[Another pause. Whoever he was, he hadn't recorded Tillman's information. Which meant that Angie or Delia might have slipped by as well...]

I would appreciate that.

[He isn't going to blindly trust the information given, but recon is recon.]

voice;

[firstofficer]

As I understand it- [ there is a faint ticking of keys as he prepares the file for transfer. ] You are the passenger that exited without providing your name.

Your identification number is 002>>030, is it not?

action;

[unruly]

[Dean can be silent on approach when he needs to be, years of practice around the hypersensitive hearing of some of the monsters he's ganked in the past serving him well. In the end, finding the man he's been sent after wasn't difficult at all. He'd been expecting something more complicated, but with certain people around to act as a trace on communicators, this guy is like a flare in the goddamn night sky right now.

He hangs back for a minute or two, sizes the guy up and figures out where all the possible exits are, and only when he's satisfied he's got the easiest ones covered does he step out of the shadows, the hunting knife he usually carries in his possession tucked away and out of sight for now in his jumpsuit.]

Never trust technology to do what you probably should've done yourself, man. Didn't do you any favors.

action;

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman looks up from his device without any display of surprise. He isn't surprised, really. He knew the risks before he flicked the communicator on and he was prepared to deal with them. He had his exits mapped, potential cover scouted, but he is hoping it won't come to that.

Dean isn't exactly what he expected in a-- what would be the word? Bounty hunter? Guard? Tillman had been expecting someone more along the lines of the Meta, but the man had seemed content to just growl at him and mosey on along. Dean is a little easier to take: no visible armor, no posturing, and it seems like there's a possibility of communication.]

Priorities. [He shrugs a bit as he stops leaning against the wall. His new stance is balanced but not aggressive. He's still assessing.]

I'm guessing from your familiar tone that you were sent to look for me. [He displays both palms briefly to show their emptiness.]

action forever~

[unruly]

's a good guess, Rambo. Mostly 'cause takin' hostages? Not okay. [He moves further from the shadows at the show of being unarmed, though he doesn't necessarily believe the other man doesn't have a few toys stowed away just in case. Either way he's ready.

There's a surge of adrenaline and his heart beats hard against his ribcage, the familiarity of having finally come across whatever he's hunting something that he's missed. It's just a good job that he spoke to Jim before he came looking, otherwise things would be a whole lot messier already.]

You always greet people like that? [Dean doesn't do negotiations but he has clear instructions: the medbay if it's a peaceful surrender or the makeshift brig if it isn't. Somehow he got the impression that Jim was hoping the medbay would be the happy ending to this story.]

[slayer_not_player]

[Rambo? This seems rather personal. Bad choice in bounty hunters, then. Tillman hopes that the man isn't going to act out of emotion. He listens along without any change in expression. He still has his combat knife strapped to his hip, but he's making a point to stay relaxed and keep his hands away from it.]

A firm handshake is preferable.

[unruly]

So, what? Your hand just slipped? [Emotion is exactly what Dean Winchester operates using. But, usually, it's anger before anything else. He's lucky he has such a history in combat and fighting evil sons of bitches to back this attitude up.

He hasn't stopped watching, either, eyes fixed on the guy to make sure he's not about to get jumped. He can handle himself in tough situations, but he'd like to be in one piece for fight club, when it happens.]

Whatever. [You're getting no handshake from Dean. :|] You comin' quietly or am I gonna have to persuade you? [One of his absolutely favorite euphemisms.]

voice;

[1stguardian]

Hey. Are you okay? Do you need help?

voice;

[slayer_not_player]

[Tillman raises an eyebrow. Whoever he is, he sounds young. There seem to be a lot of young people here...]

I'm not hurt. There's no need to be concerned. [Calm. Gruff. To the point.]

voice;

[1stguardian]

You sure?

[ He doesn't sound convinced. ]

I mean, if you're lost or something, I can help. Try to, anyway.

voice;

[slayer_not_player]

From what I've heard, we're in space. I'm not sure I've ever been more lost than that. [But he sounds bemused now.]

voice;

[1stguardian]

I heard the same thing. But we're not alone out here, at least. Well, minus the ship full of strangers part. There's a way home. We just have to find it.