𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝟑𝟎𝟕 .

The way I see it, the less of us that are dead, the better.

That, and I particularly enjoy meeting those older than myself.

Which of the companies are you from?

More of us, it seems.

Always a good thing to see new faces.

Hm, perhaps I may partake in this fishnet trend sometime.

As the machine started brewing the coffee, Sable reached for one of the cabinets to retrieve a pair of mugs for the two of them.

They placed the mug besides the coffee machine and waited.

Within the next thirty seconds, dark liquid starting to fill the pot up.

[G307]: How much did you actually end up drinking?
[G307]: 💀💀

Sable went ahead and prepared the coffee filter and got the water poured into the machine.

They placed the pot back where it belonged in the machine and pressed the power button to start with brewing.

And now? They wait for the coffee machine to perform it's duties.

"I find the sims are more fun when you have more people playing. That, and there's a number of 'custom' games in there too. But we can look through those later."

It wouldn't be long until they made it to another break room with a coffee machine, soon entering the room, making a beeline towards it.

"I like having the extra 'oomph' of the coffee to fuel my ability to cut down hoardes of enemies."

They would turn on their heel, now walking backwards.

"I take it you haven't run very many of the sims yourself yet, have you? Maybe we could do a run after coffee?"

"More than likely, you will be. That's why it's a good idea to cut it with cream and sugar."

Sable followed along through the corridors towards the next break room that was available.

"What's fun is running one of the sims after a caffeine reload. It makes it far more fun."

"I just know it's very highly caffeinated to typically one cup is enough. One cup does me pretty well for waking up. Shall we proceed?"

"That would be lovely, yes. I do know that there is some Spartan grade coffee that's available, if that's something you'd be interested in."

Sable hooked their thumbs into the pockets of their fatigues.

"I've tried it before. I prefer it with cream and sugar though."

— To one of the nurses nearby, Sable turned their attention to them.

"I suppose you'd like me to wait, yes?"

The timing of their arrival wasn't the most ideal, given the current situation.

They couldn't blame Silvia for being upset, not only was she wounded, she was to be stuck in one place.

Gammas never seemed to handle being idle well one way or another.

—

They've made their way down towards the medbay. They'd been working on a gift for @deathoncall.bsky.social ever since they'd heard about her return, and her current condition.

Sable knew that at the very least, that their presence would be a welcomed one.

"It's looking pretty good to me."

Sable lifted up the dustpan as they got back up onto their feet. They would make their way over towards a trashcan, dumping the contents inside.

"And now, getting a replacement. They're cheap to order off of Waypoint at the very least."

They caught it without any trouble, placing the edge of the dustpan on the floor and against the majority of the shattered glass.

"Ready whenever you are."

"Alright, toss it over."

Sable moved to kneel down near the broken pot on the floor, an arm outstretched for the dustpan.

"We'll get it done faster this way."

"Ahhh. Accidents happen though. They're not very difficult to replace, at the very least."

There was a light shrug of the shoulders, their gaze looking around the two of them.

"Want me to hold the dustpan for you so you can focus on sweeping it up?"

"Then what is it supposed to be like?"

The Gamma tilts their head to the side, brows slightly furrowed. It wasn't the first time they've misunderstood something before.

"I would just like to understand better."

Sable is very well read in toxicology and botany.

They utilize this by finding poisonous plants and flora and incorporating it with their weaponry while out in in the field, whenever they happen to come across it.

Sable has several small collections of bones , teeth , skulls, pinned bugs, wet specimens and odd antique trinkets.

They're organized by the date collected and displayed in order.

— They could always make repairs to their prosthetics later.

But for now, they were making their retreat, sprinting hard down the corridors.

They could see from out of the corner of their eyes that the blade had stuck. The Gamma wasn't going to try and stick around to get it back.

Sable just barely noticed the sword in time, sticking out their prosthetic arm to swat it away when it got close.

—

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𓆙Serpentine𓆙

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𓆙Serpentine𓆙

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—while the other came towards them.

Their prosthetic leg was just narrowly grazed by the sword in their maneuvering.

It would be now that they unsheathed their combat knife, the Gamma aiming to throw it into the back of the other Spartan while making a sprint for the door in order to escape.