Skaian Battlefield

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CC has calmed down and is thinking much nicer thoughts now. It suddenly comes to the front of his mind that the Rook may not be comfortable floating in the air. He knows for a fact LT and HP are comfortable, as Rook flesh is soft on the shoulders, or more accurately, the large glob of flesh above breaking out of the shoulder shell. After this thought, CC sticks his head out the window. 'Are you alright up there?' He askes.

You answer him that yes, you love floating in the air after you specifically said you'd much rather just walk because you don't like floating. You glare at the bishop.

You decide to take a bit of action, it's quite clear that your dersite friend hates up there. You point your finger at the rook and set him down, the van keeps speeding away while you hope that he can catch up.

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CC blinks at the air were the Rook used to be, then turns his head and blinks at RB. He has absoulutely no idea what to think of this situation.
'RB, you do realize that LT and HP were on his shoulders right?'
CC looks worriedly were the Rook used to be and sighs in relief. LT and HP are still floating there. 'Few!' He says, and continues driving.

You run after the others. This is definitely much better. You'll probably still punch that Bishop in the face though.

You mumble to yourself that this ride is getting on your nerves, since every time the van stops or departs you get thrown into something. You get up for the so-manyed time and swear you'll never set foot in this vehicle again without further precautions.

You pull some rope from your cloak and give it to the other RP.

You say eh. Thank you.

You tie yourself to something.
It's a lot safer, but you feel rather stupid.

you are still floating up here

your arm is still broken unless you missed something

you sort of passed out for a bit and your arm still hurts and you do not want to look at it

you ask if your arm is broken still

You yell at the pawn to man up, he's an embarrassment to his Dersite half.

you say shut the fuck up pawns are not built to be tough they are built to be disposable and easily removed

You say that an attitude like this is really sad. Noone should call themself disposable. You say, it's not like it isn't true but you should at least have an higher opinion of yourself, sheesh.

you point out that you are made with the knowledge that you are disposable

one of those inescapable facts of paradox space

You point he is the only half-breed you have ever met.

you point out that you doubt that being a half blood much changes your relative disposability

You argue that you could actually make a case for him being either more or less disposable.
It kind of depends on how you look at it. He's probably all kinds or rare, so that's something that makes him special.
Then again, he doesn't have a clear side, so maybe noone cares about him.
This isn't that simple.

you say would would happily shoot him if you were not floating at break neck speeds behind a moving metal object

You laugh. You aren't really worried, you can take a few bullets. Then you get serious again.
You shout at him that he realizes that you'll knock him out if he even tries to harm you, right?
You add that the only reason why he isn't dead yet is the squeaking after all.

you sulk a bit

suddenly you head fills with a variety of ways to take out a rook

most of them using skills you are not sure you should know

almost like you have the knowledge of different classes of pawns

you zone out a bit at the sheer amount of information filling your pawn brain

After recovering from that huge hit to your self confidence, you wave your hand in front of your teammate or "teammate" as you are all prone to calling each other at times and ask him if anything is wrong.

you shake suddenly and look to you teammate

yeah i am ok you reply

just realised something must have gone really wrong with the qualifiers

you

are not sure what class of pawn you should be

You give him a confused look and ask him what he means.

You ask what he means with "class of pawn". Did Pawns have classes? You... must have forgotten about that...

you say what does he know what to do

does he know how to strip a field rifle? how to use a rocket launcher? pilot a ship? or a plane?

none of the above?

every pawn is hardwired to know certain things to do with the job they should do

you say you think you were not hardwired like that

you think you have all the knowledge of all classes of pawns, both dersite and prospit

it sort of hurts your head at the moment the amount of STUFF in there

You raise your eyebrow at this, aren't most of those basic Dersite skills? Although.....now that you think about it the end result of you piloting a ship would most likely end with less than favorable results.