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[asis]

[ space is not to slade's liking so far. slade has one of the swords in hand, but he isn't lifting it just yet — he's ready to strike but not going to until someone proves to be a threat.

turning to muster barsad. ]

Never seen one like it.

[credential]

Neither have I. It's no industrial ship I've ever seen.

[ And he's seen his fair share of them; from schooners to barges to yachts to freight ships, Barsad has enough seafaring credit to his belt. ]

The floor doesn't feel like it's seaborne, either. You are new as well?

[asis]

[ slade's preferred method of transportation is planes, at least in terms of travel across longer distances. he lowers the sword a little further, still wary but not openly so. ]

New and wondering what the hell is going on here. [ a slanted look, assessing. ] Coming along?

[credential]

[ A tip of the head is sufficient answer enough, for Barsad; he answers with words as well, just to be clear.

One can never be too sure in a different place, and faced with different possible threats. Everyone is a threat until they aren't. ]

You know the way off?

[asis]

No. [ there would be a faint smile at barsad's reaction, the way he obviously deals in layers of subtlety and mistrust as much as slade does, but for the way that nothing about this is funny at all.

everyone is a threat. few people prove that they aren't. ] But I want to find out what this is.

[ this: their captivity, this ship, everything surrounding it. ]

[credential]

[ Barsad's only reply is a cant of his head; it could translate to many things, from lead the way, to I'm in the same place as you, to that's the obvious conclusion. Body language speaks for him in place of words.

Words are not Barsad's forte.

There's no need for trust yet; in fact, it would be foolish to trust so quickly. But like does call to like in times like this, and if one can't trust, then one can at least gauge to a degree of accuracy what someone might do when push comes to shove.

The only goal is always to survive. (The only thing that supersedes is the mission. The mission is always first.) ]

[asis]

[ this is something they both understand: trust is something that is hard - if not impossible - to come by, the rarest of currencies. foresight and predictability are gauges, means to take the measure of a man and that is enough for now.

slade would have given his life for the mission and his partner once. he isn't so certain anymore. the mission, perhaps. survival is the more obvious choice of focus, certainly right now and here. ]

Shall we? [ an almost fierce smile, just for a moment as his grip tightens over his swords. ]