13224/Discordants: Ravager Thor!

Discordants: Ravager Thor!
Date of Scene:	12 November 2022
Location:	Hyperspace
Synopsis:	Steve Rogers joins the crew.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Kraglin Obfonteri, Harley Quinn, Yondu Udonta

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Thor has posed:
    Time passes differently on the fringe.
    There's the daily routine of the salvage being taken in, the gear being seen to, maintenance and firing drills. All things that are needed to keep the ship going. Soon the holds would be full and they'd be off to the nearest settlement. Sure it's easy to grab the detritus of the worlds from the various singularities, but making sense of it... that was another thing entire.
    And then there was that one other thing they picked up from the floating debris. The burn-victim spacetronaut that had been recovering in medico. Only a few people got eyes on him, and Curang Caflem had wanted to get his fists on him too. But that was seen to by an arrival of a Gamora.
    Though now, the cafe doors slide open and suddenly there he was for the whole crew to see. Meal-time. And in the doorway was the tall bald burnt one-handed man.
    All the talk in the place halted. All eyes turned his way.
    This could go either very bad or just bad.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Pissed off, Kraglin listens to mechanic's mate complain about the food for the hundredth time. After eyeing the Badoon fiercely, "We loaded stuff for you last run. What's yer problem? Pick somethin' and move on."

They both turn to look at the newest arrival, forgetting the windup into a scuffle in the food line. The Badoon says loudly in the silence, "Ugly mother, ain't he?"

"Seen better," the First Mate agrees. "But Cap says he can bring in some good money, so shut it."

Harley Quinn has posed:
For those that have made their life of living out here in space, roaming from planet to planet either on assassinations for a warlord, power-mongering 'Father' or ravaging ships and debris for profit time indeed goes by differently. It isn't really the days that matter. Time is so relative after all when you have ships that can move from one point of space to another so quickly.

It's all about the events.

And today it seems there would be one considering who just decided to walk into the mess hall. Granted, Gamora admits the traveler has balls to be coming out here to the mess hall after his encounter with those ravagers. Specially in his condition. But this had all the conditions to become very, very interesting.

"Time to see if your new stray has claws.." she whispers to Yondu.

And then she leans back on her chair with an expectant smile to her lips.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
That caught a lot of attention. Including from the Captain, who happened to be in there at a corner table. They didn't have fine dining dishes on the ship, more compartmentalized trays that held the food. Think prison. Though their food was much better and included real meat instead of fake. Which was important with a crew like this. Though there might be the odd vegetarian, due to species, it wasn't the norm.

He scooped up a bite of something that looked like beans though they were blue in color. He watched the stranger a moment, noting how he was getting around better than the day he'd first gotten out of the medpod. At least he wasn't falling on his face. "Ah think he's gonna do fine. He already knows he's got a debt here. Said it himself." And that brought a smile to Yondu's face as he took his bite of food, chewing thoughtfully as he waited.

Thor has posed:
    The man with one hand looks over the place, good eye tightening. He's wearing those med-jumpers, just a blue one piece that covers his body. Durable material though it looks like he's wearing tissue paper and napkins with how it's constructed for emergency circumstances. Though he does feel the eyes on him.
    His reaction? He frowns, lowering his head and scowling then turning to get into the small line that was there for the food processor. Other ravagers were in line, though a large monkey-like being growled and slammed a fist into the machine. << Zookbrok, zookbrok dis smazh, wurkink iz no. >>
    It was an old food processor. Fifteen feet tall and heavy as a tank, standing against the wall on treads, though one of the treads had collapsed and the angle that the machine was at... prevented it from functioning at times.
    A small rat-like creature hissed, "What'see sayin'?"
    "No idea," Said another of the ravagers. Though now one of the large Badoons stands up and starts over toward the burned man. "You? You think we pay for your food now? Eat protein tabs until you earn your keep."
    But the Burned man frowned and stopped to hold his hands. "There are no more."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin puts his tray down after a glance at the Captain, telling the Badoon, "Ain't you paying his tab, got it?" On second thought he picks the tray up, wielding it more like a weapon and smiles without humor.

"You wanna talk about that, see me after I eat. Don't get in the way of a man and his food."

He jabs a thumb at the machine and jerks his head at the burned man. "Get in line."

The First Mate shuffles up to the food processor and punches a few buttons with practiced ease. It clunks and whines filling, the tray he inserted with glop that could charitably be called 'stew' on some planets. Turning back to the burned man, he narrows his eyes, giving him the once over, "You know how to use it? The humanoid buttons are green. Pick from them."

After another glance back at the captain, tray in hand he steps back and waits for their living detritus to get through the line without incident.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"He may have the will but he still got to survive to pay it off." Gamora notes, also taking another bite from her food. Though she was noticing the rather quick recovery on the traveler. If one didn't count the missing eye and hand. But hey, beggars can't be choosers. He was walking around instead of dragging himself about though which was more than Gamora had expected in these first days.

The whole situation seems to be escalating quickly which may just give Gamora the chance to see the traveler in action. All until Kraglin intercedes! Darn these overly zealous, competent first mates. "Your first mate is getting in the way of a good brawl." a measure of a tease to her voice.

Such a long time with the Ravagers seems to be getting Gamora back to her old, less charitable ways of the past.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
This was about to get interesting. Not necessarily in the way everyone was expecting when Kraglin actually vouched for the stranger. That caught Yondu by surprise a little, not that he minded. Having the first mate stand up for the man did give him a hint of legitimacy in the eyes of the crew perhaps.

But this was still a rough crew. It was like herding flerkens. They were as likely to kill one as listen. Which is why it was a careful balancing act to run a crew of Ravagers. One had to be the biggest badass in the group and maintain their spot at the top of the heap. Or else be spaced.

At Gamora's words, Yondu had to smirk a bit. "Not necessarily. Some o' them don't listen so good. Kraglin may have slowed it a second but Ah don't think they're done yet," he murmured to the green woman.

Thor has posed:
    The burnt man gives a nod to Kraglin and does as is said.
    "I don't care!" The second Badoon steps up, scowling at the first mate, "You eat bilge water for all I care!"
    The first chortles, though then the line moves up as the ape-like creature growls and slams a hand into the machine. The device not producing any of its promised food stuffs. << Toota llis zeda zo. >> It points at the tread and grumbles. The rat crewman shrugs his shoulders and has no idea what to say.
    "Cut off his other hand, make him eat it, save us money that way." The first Badoon growls.
    Though in the next moment as the one-handed man gets up to the machine he looks to the ape creature, then at the tilted 40 ton food processor and nods. And without seemingly any effort pushes his hand into the side of that massive field support food device and it _crrreaks_ as he pushes it aright, so that it stands straight up and down. He then tells the ape-being, "There, can you fix it now?"
    And suddenly /silence/ in the room.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"Well, we don' wanna talk about what yer gonna eat after I finish with you." Holding the tray with one hand, he hikes back his red leather jacket with the other to display a gun on his hip. A smile, all bad teeth and not a hint of warmth, creases his face.

"Just sayin'." The jacket falls back into place. Kraglin, like the rest of the crew taking bets on whether there would be a fight, watches the big burned guy shove the food processor back into place like shoving a chair.

"Yeah," he says under his breath, focusing back on the ape-like crewman. "See if it works."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Should I go get dessert?" Gamora turning her attention back to Yondu briefly. Not that there are exactly desserts to be had, but it's more that code of 'Do you want me to go there and do something?'. Which was pretty much the further she had gone in accepting Yondu's captaincy. Maybe -she- was the one starting to go soft. Too much time with Quill..., grrrr.

But then there's that crrreak. The machine being put in place. Sure, the traveler is strong, it doesn't surprise Gamora. What does surprise her is what came next. How he speaks with the ape-like alien as if he fully *understood* him. And that's not something you just do. In fact she doesn't think anyone on this ship even knew that language.

And that had just turned this near-brawl to something a lot more interesting. It meant the traveler now had her attention instead of just her curiosity. Was that a good thing? Time would tell.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Before Yondu can answer Gamora, there is that creak of the machine being shifted into place, balanced easily with one hand.

For a few moments, the only sound was the creak of a chair or leather Ravager gear as people shifted in their seats at the display. Before voices started to murmur again. First low and in whispers.

The display of strength might not be the brawl that had been expected but it certainly was a surprise. Yondu leaned forward on the edge of the table, weight on his arm as he considered the stranger. "Well who'd a thunk it," the mutters softly. "Ah figured he was hearty but not necessarily that level of brute force." This was going to take careful manipulation, work to be sure that this one didn't get out of hand. He seemed an honorable sort, wanting to make sure he paid them back for all they had done for him. Probably not realizing that would be in the literal sense but hey, he'd learn. Honor was something Yondu could use. To keep from having his head pinched off if the stranger got mad.

Thor has posed:
    The rat pirate is the first to react, and he quickly spins and scuttles off to run and grab a pair of hydraulic supports that he _ruuuns_ and slides into place, which expand and create a new base for the food processor to rest on. And suddenly there, a perfectly working support system repaired.
    The Badoons look at each other, then shoot a glance back at Kraglin and Yondu. Then they look at each other again. And suddenly they hurry back to their table.
    Though the ape-creature gestures to Thor, << Seesa Sessal, sessao. Toli tolo inesta. >> Then laughed and lightly thumped a heavy knuckled hand into the burned man's abdomen who seemed to laugh as well.
    "I agree," And then turned to push a few buttons on the food device and with a DING out comes a new meal of fresh protein pellets. With gravy.
    He took up his plate and then looked around the room to see where he should sit. All the other ravagers suddenly looked away for the most part. Though the burned man lifted his tray in greeting to Yondu and Gamora. Kraglin he hadn't met yet directly. He walked to go take a seat at an empty spot alone.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
With a satisfied grunt, the first mate nods in approval at the rat pirate's quick thinking. When the Badoons take the smart alternative, his eyes follow their retreat.

Forehead wrinkled he listens to the Burned Guy jabbering with the ape guy and shakes his head in wonder. He catches the gesture to Gamora and the Captain. Tray in hand, he passes by the spot their latest haul picked to sit.

"Sit with me. I wanna eat and not stop fights."

Kraglin heads for the Captain's table without looking back. It's not like he is going to hold the guy's chair out for him. "Cap'n, Gamora, machine's fixed," he observes, settling his tray on the table. With a foot he slides a chair out and sits across from Yondu.

Harley Quinn has posed:
That the traveler and the ape-creature engage in what seems to be a conversation just confirms her suspicions. That the stranger has a crazy knowledge of languages and is strong enough to perhaps even rival Thanos? Maybe. No, no one is as strong as her Father.

Yet he might be strong enough for Cull Obsidian. That has a razor-sharp smile bloom in her expression.

"If you are going to use him might as well make sure he gets both hands in working condition again.." She finally points out to Yondu. Most likely in a cyber-shop next planet they visit. Of course that she has own motives for wanting this, but no need to share.

"Yes, seems our new member has unexpected abilities." Gamora says to Kraglin, eyes then straying to Thor when he joins them. "What did the ape tell you?"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
As the duo joined Yondu and Gamora, the captain gave a brief nod to them both as he took another bite of his beans. There was some sort of fatty, meat like substance in it as well. Not the fanciest of foods but it filled the stomach and that's all that mattered when on the fringe of the universe.

"Yeah, seems he's just full'a surprises," Yondu said right in front of the stranger. Which brought up another problem.

"We need t'come up with somethin' t'call you. Other than boy. Which Ah'm fine with but others might want somethin' else. You remember your name yet or got a preference?"

Thor has posed:
    No fight now in the offing it seems, though those two Badoons defer to Kraglin as he does have a pretty good gun. Everyone starts to settle in. Though at the first mate's words, the one-handed man turns and heads over to the table. Which, an invitation to captain's table? That likely sends some ripples through the crew and will be a tidbit of gossip throughout the shift for the crew that weren't there to witness it.
    But the tall bald man with the one eye takes his seat, setting down his tray. "Thank you." He says as he looks to the others. Then he looks to Gamora and replies, "He said..." The man gathers his thoughts as he takes up a utensil and starts to scrape the protein tabs in gravy around. "That this version of that device had a flaw in its gyro, that prevented it from functioning while positioned at a 10 degree inclination or declination? I believe."
    Then he nods and spoons some of the food into his mouth, careful of eating on the non burned side of his face.
    A glance is given to Yondu and he answers openly, "I am afraid not." His brow furrows. "Though there is a name that... hovers on the tip of my tongue. It strikes me as a... name close to me."
    Then his brow furrows and he frowns, "I believe my name may be. Steve Rogers?"

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Without acknowledging the thank you the first mate digs into his food with the zest of the hungry.

"Huh?" Kraglin pauses with a spoon heaped with grey glop halfway to his mouth. "He don't look like no Steve. Kinda wimpy name for a big guy."

He finishes his spoon of food and gestures with it to the Burned Steve. "Where'd ya learn to talk like that? You been to his planet? Awful place, I hear."

Sucking his teeth, "You sure about that name?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
A brow arches up at the traveler when he just explains what the ape was talking about the kind of natural demeanor of someone that does it all the time. Noted. Gamora reaches the end of her food and slides the tray forward.

"Steve Rogers?" Like Kraglin she doesn't seem to be too sure about that. Maybe it just doesn't roll off the tongue that well. And it's just a weird name if one is honest about things. But heh, she's heard worst so she just shrugs. If he wants to be called Steve so be it.

"Congratulations, you survived your first close encounter with the crew, Steve." There. Now he's Steve.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
At the explanation on the food processor, Yondu just continues to eat. Not hurried but taking no time to savor the food. But his eyes are on the man who could survive in space, recover from wounds that would kill anyone else, speak more languages than the universal translators could deal with, and could lift 40 ton equipment with one hand.

"SteveRogers." It comes out more like one word from Yondu as he tried it out. A nod as he accepted the name. "Glad that things are startin' t'come back, SteveRogers." It really is an odd name but if that is what he wants to be called, so be it!

A quick glance to Kraglin, a terse nod of the head. They had worked together long enough that Kraglin would know it was approval for how he handled things. There would be nothing more than that because they were Ravagers, not fluffy bunnies who needed coddling. Then he glanced to Gamora and gave another brief nod, through this time he gave voice to why. "I agree. Next port we hit, we'll see 'bout gettin' that hand replaced. Strong as you are, it'll be best if ya have two." He looked at SteveRogers ravaged face. "Maybe a new eye but those things are expensive. So may just be the hand fer now."

Thor has posed:
    "No," The burned man says, "I am afraid I am not sure of it. So if there is one more suitable..." He looks around to the others but continues to eat his protein tabs and gravy. But then Gamora verifies that he is indeed to be a Steve.
    Yondu speaks and the one-eyed man watches and nods slowly, "Some things, but thank you. I have this... feeling that I may build things. For some reason." His brow knits as he frowns, looking down at the table, then he shakes his head. "Perhaps a carpenter or some such, or smith."
    But then he focuses on eating, pushing the spoon around and eating a fairly large portion of protein bits and eating them quick. No wonder the medico room ran all out of its allotment.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
"Yeah, think of what he'd lift with two hands." Kraglin eyes Steve shoveling the food into his mouth with gusto then looks down at his own tray doubtfully.

"Or build?" said with a shrug to Yondu.

"Naw, yer SteveRogers, I guess, now. Cap'n says. Unless you dream up somethin' else."

"Cap'n, where we gonna fit him out? We finished here, then? We gotta good haul considering. I'll just get the crew on gettin' ready to head out. Gimme the word."

Harley Quinn has posed:
If there's one thing Gamora knows is names. Specially names that resonate so closely to human ones. Like Peter's. So the green woman looks at Yondu and shakes her head. "You need to separate those." she tells him. "Steve." beat, "Rogers." it then followed by a shrug. "Or just Steve."

A nod is then given about the hand. That would be to everyone's best interest that he went back to his full strength. Or well, to a measure of it. Like Yondu and Kraglin she knew the dangers of what this stranger could bring. Specially if he recovered his memories. Was he a tyrant? Wolf in sheep's clothing? But the danger was worth it.

"A smith?" That has her quirking a brow, "Good with a hammer, are you?"

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Steve. Rogers." Said distinctly as two words as Gamora instructed. Yondu considered her a moment. "You know where he's from? Species by chance?" Since the computers hadn't been able to figure it out yet. But she seemed to understand the naming, that it was two words. Or she just had a better ear for the space in between, which was more likely. Yet it was worth asking.

A glance back to Steve at the continuation. "If yer good with yer hands--once you have another one--you'll be able to help out then. Not sure we got much use fer a carpenter but Ah'm sure we'll figure somethin' out for you to pay us back fer helpin' ya."

Which has Yondu eyeing the food that was disappearing quickly into Steve's mouth. "Make sure ya get more if'n ya want. Y'need to recover fully."

Thor has posed:
    As Kraglin passes his verdict, the burned man nods. "Very well then, I shall answer to that name." He looks to Gamora in turn and nods as she rolls the name over on her tongue. Then she mentions hammers, "Perhaps? Maybe an artisan?"
    Straightening up he gives his first smile, a small one, but a first. And it changes the cast and contours of his face to something less dire and severe. It also makes his blue eye seem more alive. He rises up, "I shall return."
    And with that he heads to the newly repaired food processor to get more protein bits.