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[warandpeace]

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[This is very pointedly audio only. Miller's not going to show his face for any of this. And his speech? Carefully measured.]

Ishmael died. Big quiet bearded guy. Looked a little like a few other people that have been on the ship. He had a heart attack. Resuscitation attempts were made. Didn't work...

I'll be around the ship tending to some of his affairs until revival is successful. [Because it will be, dammit. He can't make peace with that asshole just to have him die on him already. He's waited before. He can wait again.] I could use a couple of people helping me clear things up. [And there's the rustle of muffling fabric, the grunt of the man clearing their throat against his sleeve to stifle the noise.]

If anyone wants to use the Training Simulation Room I would appreciate if one of the other specialists handled it while I took care of this.

Thanks ahead of time.

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[warandpeace]

Oh, ah....

Depends on your preference for combat. [At least it's a suitably distracting question.] I can show you some of the uniform types I'm familiar with. And give you some training scenarios to try them out.

Usually I encourage stealth over combat whenever possible.

[liberaltus]

I can't say that I have a particular preference for combat, though given my druthers I' d rather not be up close with anyone. [He thought it might be distracting, for whatever it was worth.] Anything at a distance, usually, and stealth is preferable. The one who wants to train me, however, intends to lay me out on my back. So if you have any suggestions for laying-you-out-on-your-back clothing then I am ready when you are.

[As an aside.] That would almost sound appealing if I weren't absolutely certain it would hurt, despite his promises of treating me like a virgin maiden.

[Dorian's utter lack of respect for combat, really. It's appalling.]