Eric Fenris "Wolf" et le capitaine Chris 
(Éric)
Je m'assois pendant que Chris sort un jeu de cartes. J'ai un sourire maladroit sur le visage. "On parle de Texas Hold'em, Blackjack, Tonk, Rummy, Trash, Speed, Slapjack? Je peux continuer si vous le souhaitez." Je dis avec un peu de rire. Puis en regardant autour de moi, je trouve une petite table pliée dans un placard, la giflant ouverte entre deux lits.
(Chris)
"Laisse aller pour une belle ronde de blackjack." Je me donne deux cartes avant de lui en donner deux. Je prends mes deux lunettes de tir et je les remplis tous les deux de whisky. Je regarde Eric et le sourire." Celui qui perd doit raconter une histoire de guerre ou boire. Ça a l'air d'être d'accord?"
(Éric)
"Deal", je dis, tenant toujours un sourire sur mon visage. "Mais si nous allons le faire, alors nous le faisons de la bonne façon," j'ajoute avant de sortir ma propre bouteille et de la mettre sur la table avec une bonne thump. "Eighty proof, bas du barillet, vieux whisky. Tu ne trouveras pas mieux," je dis avant de verser deux coups avant de retourner mes cartes. Une reine et deux, ce qui fait douze. J'attendrai pour voir ses cartes avant de bouger.
(Chris)
Je regarde mes cartes et un petit sourire apparaît sur mon visage. Je lui montre ensuite les cartes." Reine et as. Alors, soit tirez un coup, soit donnez-moi une putain d'histoire de guerre." Je m'allonge ensuite et regarde Eric en colère.
(Éric)
"Pas si vite, monsieur", je dis, toujours souriant. "Je reçois un tirage", j'ajoute avant de retirer une carte du haut du pont. Un quatre, ça fait seize. J'en dessine une de plus, le tenant sur la table, les yeux fermés sur le capitaine Chris avant de le retourner. En regardant la carte, je gémisse avec consternation. Un gros huit de cœurs qui me regardent au visage. "Beaucoup de chance! Jamais dans le coin quand j'en ai besoin!" Je m'exclame avec un rire avant de me tirer dessus. Une fois qu'il était vide, il pilait le verre sur la table. "Nouveau round, mon deal", je dis en versant un nouveau coup et en baissant les cartes.
Une quinzaine de coups en je commence à me sentir un peu flou et à peine à prêter attention à mes cartes, et plus sur ma tentative de chanter des cadences de marche rauque. Quelque chose sur les filles esquimaux et les seins froids. En plus de tout ce que Lea aboyait et hurlait avec moi, rendant le tout encore plus encourageant.
(Chris)
J'avais perdu beaucoup trop. C'était quoi, 30 ans? 50 ans? Je ne m'en souviens pas. Tout ce que je savais, c'est que je voulais chanter!
Eric commençait déjà un nouveau match. Mais j'en ai fini avec ça." Attends, laisse-moi prendre de la musique!" Je me tourne vers mon lecteur de musique et allume et vieille mais bonne chanson. Puis je me retourne et je bourdonne avec la chanson. Puis le chanteur commence à chanter. J'ignore tout le code et la conduite. Probablement parce que je suis bourrée d'enfer et que je commence à chanter. Je regarde Eric et j'espère qu'il se joindra.
(Éric)
J'ai pris un grand verre de ma bouteille, abandonnant complètement les lunettes de tir car l'acte de verser les petites lunettes était trop. Frappant la bouteille sur la table avec un soupir très satisfait, j'ai frappé les cartes partout. Je les regardais éparpillés sur le sol avant de dériver paresseusement mon regard vers le capitaine Chris qui chantait une nouvelle chanson. Je ne connaissais pas la chanson du tout mais je me suis trouvé toujours en train de chanter.
Au bout d'un moment, j'étais debout, à peine, et je regardais autour de la petite pièce. Ma bouteille de whisky tenait fermement dans ma main bionique. "Hé! Capitaine! Permission de chercher une guitare dans cette baignoire!" J'ai dit à Chris, un sourire lopé sur mon visage et un salut très négligent.
(Chris)
Eric et moi avons chanté pendant un certain temps. On avait l'air horrible et le chien l'a rendu encore pire. Je suis tombé sur mon lit et j'ai ri comme un idiot. De toute évidence, j'avais trop bu. Mais si le vaisseau allait exploser, il serait trop saoul pour le sentir. Eric m'a ensuite demandé s'il pouvait avoir une guitare. Je me lève et je dis." C'est une bonne idée! *Hick* Hick*. J'arrive, sinon tu ne ferais qu'empirer. C'est pas vrai.
(Éric)
-- Oui, monsieur le capitaine! Je dis très fort avant de sortir de la pièce et d'entrer dans les couloirs principaux du navire. "Maintenant... où est l'ehll cette guitare!" Je hurle en tirant des compartiments ouverts au hasard à la recherche d'un. Lea traînant de près derrière, sa queue enroulée comme la joie ivre de son maître l'infecte aussi bien. Je prends une autre boisson rapide de whisky avant de commencer à chanter très fort encore une autre cadence de marche militaire pervertie. Celui-ci sur comment après la chute des bombes les femmes vont courir pour enlever leurs vêtements pour le héros soldat.
(Chris)
J'avais mal à la tête. Apparemment, chanter et crier beaucoup n'est pas si bon pour toi. J'ai commencé à trébucher un peu en me tenant la tête." Hey mec ma tête est comme mourir en ce moment. Apparemment, ton alcool était fort. J'ai alors ressenti un sentiment familier. » Alors je te verrai plus tard."
Je me suis enfuie en essayant de trouver des toilettes. Après avoir couru pendant quelques minutes, j'en ai enfin trouvé un. Je suis allé aux toilettes. J'ai fermé la porte derrière moi et commencé à vomir tout ce que j'avais.
(Un colab entre moi et )
Name: Giovanna Zetta (aka "G")
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Rebirth: Yes (See History)
Rank/Assignment: Petty Officer
Call Sign: Psycho
Personality: Once upon a time a few of the phrases used to describe G were "emotionally disassociated" and "anti-social" among many clinical terms branded in her file. But any files with that information are long gone by now, as are any doctors who would had made such diagnoses.
Social normalities and moral obligations escape her understanding, generally she is motivated only by self interest. At times she can be impulsive and manipulative, however she always plays the long game. She never throws out her long term desires just to serve an impulse. Usually she keeps a calm head, though she is prone to outbursts at times. Because of her self-centeredness her outbursts are usually related to seemingly unimportant things which only affect her. Her respect for those around her is directly related to her perception of their intelligence or her personal interpretation of whether or not they are worthy of her respect. Because she is unable to emotionally connect with others, she is unable to empathize, however she does have a somewhat oddly strong sense of loyalty to those whom she respects. And her commitment to the mission binds her to aiding and protecting her comrades. G has learned to portray certain emotional characteristics when she finds it to be necessary, and usually falls into a routine of subtly mimicking or mirroring those around her so that she fits into place better. Her interactions with others are usually shallow in nature, and are driven mostly by whatever she deems a necessity. When, if ever, she is engaged into a serious conversation she generally takes a quite cynical view of life. She quite despises small talk. One of her favorite means of entertainment is watching other people squirm by making them uncomfortable in any way possible.
History: Most of G's past remains entirely lost to the tides of time. She knows nothing of where she came from or how she was raised prior to her 16th birthday. Everything before then is a black-hole in her memory. At 16 G was enrolled in a very small and classified experimental project in the earlier years of the development of Rebirth. The project called "Salvation" was, in short, a means to give totally delinquent members of society a chance at serving their government. The candidates were only accepted at young ages, and only those with complete loss of social ability were applied. Kids, who would have otherwise spent their lives rotting away in insane asylums, were re-engineered as soldiers. The application was carried out by first "removing" all of the subject's prior memories and conditioning them for service by enrollment into military training. The final step was to join Rebirth. The hope was that through the process of regeneration, the physical damage within their brains would be repaired and thus their personality disorders would be dissolved and they would be able to function in a normal state of being.
When G was introduced she was incredibly receptive to the process and experienced impressive results, even after only partly through the process (after just the memory wipe and the military training), she was believed to have made significant improvements. Subsequently she became the only candidate to make it so far as to actually enter into the Rebirth Project. As her training continued after joining Rebirth, she was thought to be the project's one and only successful candidate. However, as more time passed, G began to manifest old behavioral traits and even experienced vague flashbacks at times. Eventually she was deemed a failure, and the entire project was shut down.
It was always uncertain as to whether or not the process had worked on her at first, and then failed; or if she had simply been mimicking normal behavior so as to manipulate her superiors. Though due to the fact that she was the only candidate to make it so far into the project, it was generally accepted that the process had never truly worked at all. However, despite the total failure of the Salvation Project, G was salvaged because of her potential; her obvious improvements through the training, and her levels of intelligence and skill. When the program shut down, all of the information surrounding it was buried. Every file relating to G or her past was burned. All she had to hold onto was her name...and that wasn't real anyway.
She was considered by most of her superiors to be a handful, or more work than she was worth, but she was taken under wing and trained carefully by...a man whose name even now she would claim to have long since forgotten. She was assigned a "handler" to travel with her to keep her damages to a minimum. Yet however destructive she has always seemed, her receptiveness to training and her effectiveness in accomplishing her assigned tasks is undeniable.
Her commitment to the RAS is ensured by her complete and total disdain for the social and governmental constructs of the UKD. That going along with her general acceptance of her otherwise complete and total lack of purpose and reason for existence, and her personal belief in the futility of life. Basically serving the RAS serves her best interest and entertains her.
Skills: G is considered by most to be somewhat of a mercenary type, because of her lack of a personal connection to her combat. She is quick on her feet and prefers improvisation over plan of attack. Usually she prefers hand-to-hand style combat, strategically taking advantage of her environment and utilizing situational objects as weapons. She is also skilled with pistols and daggers, and ironically, despite her lack of active concern for the wellbeing of anyone, she is fairly skilled as a field medic.
Weaknesses: Heavy weapons and advanced machinery or technology are big weaknesses for her. Her impatience for things she doesn't already know, limits her ability to "figure it out". She is much better off being pointed towards a fight. She can be restlessness if she goes too long without set tasks or objectives to work towards, and will begin to turn her boredom towards those around her. Basically, the busier she is the better she behaves. G is a pile of weaknesses which are very much intertwined in her strengths. A situation which does not have a clear objective relating to her assignment can cause her to make hastey decisions. Because of her inability to see the grey area, instances which require an ethical decision or strong moral conviction, are usually not handled well. Although because of her strongly analytical view of things, she is unbiased in her opinions and is able to take each person as they really are, rather than as they are expected to be. Of course, that means at times she may see a bit more in others than they wish to be seen.
Relationship: Other than various shallow sexual encounters, G has never been romantically involved with anyone. Although because it is a bit of a hobby of her's to toy with other's emotions, at times she will feign romantic interest in others for her own entertainment.
Appearance: Sharp and strong feminine features, with "soulless" eyes which eagerly watch everything around her. G is tall and medium feminine build, though she generally carries herself (or sometimes presents herself) in a more masculine way. Her hair is dark, but she usually keeps it shaved completely.