Oblivion Scenery - Part 4

OOC: would love to find a Solas to rp post-Inquisition and Veilguard ending with! 🫶🏻

"Very well. Take her to a holding cell and see what information you can gather." Dr. Richtofen brushed them off, clearly having other things on his mind. Caz took her by the upper arm and guided her towards another part of the ship, familiar with the layout now. The holding area was empty and for the most part it was safe. "If you're at all injured, I'll tend to it." He urged her to sit down gently, but did not force her into a cell. There was no reason for it really. Her best option for survival was to hope that she would be handed over to UC authorities.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

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reblog if you don’t mind shipping with an rp partner who doesn’t smut.

i wrote this on my rp blog, and now i'm writing it here:

if you don't reach out and plot or interact or say hi to people, you can't accuse them of having a clique. that's exactly like not applying for a job and then reacting when you notice other employees at the firm.

"Yes, sir. Cooking, cleaning, moving the heavier equipment and tending to medical needs. However I might be of assistance." He paused and tilted his head at the question, mannerisms as human as possible. "How did any of us get here, captain? Through creation in one form or in another." He supposed it wasn't quite what was meant, but he didn't know truly how he had gotten here. Only that he'd woken here ready to serve humanity to the best of his ability. "Generally, I would report to the foreman, but I'm afraid his skull was cracked when the strike breakers came in. Unless... you're here to give me a new directive." He rather hoped that might be the case as he'd be lost without someone in command. Stepping from the cell was -as the humans were so fond of saying- as if a weight off of his shoulders.

"Not a dent, sir. The miners on the other hand didn't fare quite as well when the strike breakers came in." As it turned out humans tended to be quite squishy when struck by batons. "I do hope they're alright." A shame that it had to come to violence, and he had not been able to negotiate a peaceful end to the strike. But the damage was done and well past by now. "I'm quite ready to return to work." He felt a bit 'stir-crazy' as humans called it. There was so much work to be done. The ship must be terribly filthy without him taking care of the upkeep. Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of the dust bunnies building.