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"I'm sure you're ready to be off this wreck anyway."

"You have that right. There aren't any environment suits around here, either, so I suppose we'll need the ones in the transport."

Tellek glares at Sejah. He, slowly, draws his gun and grips the slide, pulling it back until the bullet pops out the back of the gun. He holds the slug up, then flicks it out into the elevator shaft. "Happy?" He slides the gun back into it's holster.

Tellek's gun is currently holstered, for the record

"If you don't intend to kill me, then there's no reason to point a gun at me, then, is there?"

"You're one of the mercenaries headed to Kirinth, then. Good. Your mission is still in place - you'll be accompanying us pending your security clearance aboard the Negotiator, and Lieutenant Jorgenson's approval."

"Oh. Good." Everyone loves the ISPD. "And will you point that gun somewhere else? I'd prefer to not get turned into a cloud of glowing vapor just because your finger itched."

"There's still a round in that gun,"

"I prefer to keep my options open.", Tellek replies. "I suppose I don't have much choice if you want that one, too."

"If he's an intelligent man he'll realize that his only way alive off of this ship is with us. That, and taking any of us hostage is a worthless endeavor being that no one in their right mind...<snip>... The only two questions I have for these people are these. One. How did you survive this area where all of these others did not? Two. What is or was your purpose on this ship and do you have any access badges or detailed information about damage to the ship that could be of use?"

"Very astute. I just want to get out of here, preferably to a place with a real toilet, a shower, and hot food. In that order." Tellek indicates the bundle of empty food wrappers affixed to the wall with a short length of wire. "Strictly speaking, I didn't survive in this part of the ship. I was sealed in a corridor and managed to get here through the vents. They were all dead when I got here. Gast, well..how did you get lucky, Gast?"

Tellek continues, "I was a passenger...of sorts. I was hired on as a mercenary. A sharpshooter. I wasn't given access to anything."

"Be careful with those bodies. They're getting ripe. I can't really smell them anymore, myself, but judging by how little I can smell or taste at this point, they must be pretty bad."

I don't think this would count as hidden, but Tellek also has a big knife strapped to his left thigh.

Tellek nods at the ID. He slides the magazine out of his sidearm, trying to make it clear he is unloading the weapon. Since setting it down would be fruitless in zero-G, he gives it a gentle push toward Bharek. He holsters the gun itself.

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"Alright. I'm lowering my weapon. I'm going to come out, slowly. I would like to see some identification." His voice pauses. "And I don't want to see any weapons pointed at me. Does that sound fair?"

Tellek clings to the doorframe, thinking So this is how I go. Suffocated by the bloody salvage crew. Then the wind stops. Tellek kicks a bloated body back away from the door where the sudden gust blew it. He steadies himself, shouting into the shaft. "Who are you? Answer! Quickly! I am in a terrible mood and will not hesitate to open fire."

Tellek snaps out of his boredom-induced trance. He puts his ear to the sealed doors. "Can you find out what's going on out there?", he asks Gast.

Tellek draws his sidearm.

Don't blame me. I haven't been discovered yet.

*offers to shoot another pigeon*

Hooray! Almost there.

Tellek Grundy, member of the Unseen and peerless marksman, reporting for duty.