Taylor remained motionless, her stance militaristic and formal. Arms folded behind back, chin up, legs straight and spread ever so slightly. 'Parade Rest' it was called. Her outfit, traditional paramilitary (colored a deep, dark grey) with a beret resting atop her head. Her bags sat next to her on the floor.
The only things that moved were her eyes, which looked amongst the four before them. She stayed silent. She had no questions to speak of. Besides, what would she even ask? She knew what her occupation would be. Mercenary. She was a gun-for-hire, so of course she'd basically just be shooting shit that needed to be shot. And getting paid to do it.
Honestly, the only thing running through her mind at the moment was when she was going to get a decent drink.
Jag stood motionless in font of the others, taking to a sight, looming stance as it carefully watched it's employers speak their terms to it and rest of it's newly acquainted business partners.
This wasn't the first time it has done business with the likes of the Terika-Belladonna Company, knowing fully of what they expect from it and it's crew.
"An brief rundown of our vessel's capabilities please, Soft-carbon?" Jag asked, looking down at the reptilian Neasha. Tilting it's head sightly as it ponder it's question towards her.
While Yuga had awaited the arrival of her contractors she had evaluated her future crew.
By discretely peaking into the minds of the various races she had painted a basic picture of them.
She had refrained from doing this to the Sanghvi, as it would be able to detect her intrusion into it's conscious. She had also been unable to read the mind of one of the crewmembers, suspecting he either had a blocking device, or was an android with human features.
When her contractors arrived she only visually inspected them.
The Vak'r was by means of simple deduction an exile, as they were never this far from their own homeworld, if off-world at all.
The Serek didn't look all that remarkable, but her position as pilot showed her nomadic, pirate ancestry.
The human, despite being mentioned as the cook, looked capable. This assessment was further strengthened with the word of warning was given.
The Kanad was the most intriguing in the group and Yuga decided that he most certainly would be the source of future enquiring.
Yuga produced a small golden and ornate galactic compass from within her coat.
With the press of a button a small hole opened on the side from which vapors emerged.
Absorbing the essence, Yuga felt rejuvenated and collected.
She walked up to Rask and waited from him to answer the Sanghivs question.
As their gaze met she communicated with Rask. "Yuga, of house Shuur. I've been contracted to act as your navigator. I hope you and I can cooperate as professionally our ancestors have."
That being said she subtly hinted at the towering obsidian standing next to her.
Vakarus stood silently next to Alex and Rask. When Rask introduced him he did a slight nod. He analyzed the crowd infront of him carefully, stopping for several seconds to embrace every detail.
He looked at Alex. "Strong-one, our arrival has amassed quite the gathering. My vision does not feel weakness however, it is fascinating."
Despite having been with the TBC outfit for two years Vakarus still spoke like a Vakr. Something which Rask, called Rask'Atvan by Vakarus (Atvan being a ceremonial title for Vakr elders in higher military positions), was still deeply annoyed about.
[I]Yaaawnnnn...[/I]
Silvia was not one to listen to long and boring speeches, particularly since none of them are actually relevant to the subject. She began looking around the landing pad making mental notes on each of the people around the landing pad, the first thing she noticed was that there were more male than females waiting to get on board the ship.
[I]This is an interesting lineup we have...[/i]
Silvia raised her hand and asked.
"So when are we getting on board the ship?"
"Strong-one, that's new. What happened to kitchen overlord?" Alex joked around with Vakarus."You're right tho. Didn't expect so many people to show up and so diverse. You'd think it would be humans only."
"Indeed." Said Vakarus while eyeballing Yuga whom was the first Ayr he had seen since his exile. He decided to raise a mental shield just incase the Ayr would attempt to try something.
[I'm gonna assume that Rask replied indifferently to Yugas dialog to keep this train rolling.]
When Rask had replied, Yuga turned to the the Alex and Vakarus.
"Perhaps one of you would be kind and show me the localities of your vessel?" she communed with them in her usual monotone voice and with her trademark minimalist expression.
Amelia is in awe with the surroundings, she hasn't left her home planet in her whole life, and now she gets to travel everywhere, while working! She looks around to the rest of the crew, eager to meet them all, even though there are more men than woman, she likes it that way. In each arm, she holds a suitcase, in them, some clothes, medical equipment, and notepads for research. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she waits for the call to get on board.
Mattheus instantly knew this was a job unlike any other he had before. The stern speech from Rask made the point clear: No time for bullshit.
He took a look at his fellow mates, noted that each looked capable to look after themselves or the crew. He was pleased with that. Hmm...any questions..
"Hello sir, Mattheus Badaloni, ship engineer reporting for duty. Permission to come aboard and do a diagnostic checks on the ship? Want to make sure everything is running spic and span before we take off."
Still taking players? I've got a couple of neat ideas floating around my noggin.
Out of character: Are we deciding what we have on us, armed or not? Or are you guys handling those?
[For future use. Type like this so you wont have to say that you're out of character every time. Or (()). Whichever you prefer. And to answer your question. I assume we're going on the same rules as SSRP. Meaning you can decide what you're carrying on you. And it's never too late to join.]
János listened to the speech intensely, listening to the Kanad's tone. He could tell he wanted revengeance, even if he didn't want it himself.
He looked around himself, checking out the small crowd that had formed while waiting. Outside of the Ayr, En'jyrl, Sanghvi and Malmarian, everyone else was human. The Ayr in particular looked like it was looking at him. He assumed the usual.
János hung out at the back, not really willing to ask a question. He just wants to get back into the interrogation game. That's why he took this job.
Owen looked at the reptilian creature in front of him. Finally he answered, "Yeah, I'm your pilot, when we getting this sucker in the air?"
Waldo half listened to the speech, thinking this is just scare tactic bullshit to keep the crew on edge. Anyway, he didn't trust most aliens. "Uh, what about the bar? There's a bar, right?"
[ Changed my last post so Jag asked Neasha instead of Rask, bad reading my part in the first place.]
Jag took it's time to get an quick visual reassessment of it's new partners while it waited for there employer's response.
Most of them were soft-carbons of Terrain origin, the non-combat personnel we're native and inexperience as expected, shown through both their posture and mannerisms.
The other freelancer seemed fairly adequate as did the cook. The warden seemed lacks many subtle inner details of an organic that an Sanghvi eyes usually finds. Leading Jag to suspect that he had extensive implants or was an synth entirely.
The Ayr seemed to be that of former captain or officer within their trade empire, as it's choice of clothing shows. Jag did not particular hold their kind or their agents in high regards but would nevertheless work with anyone if the job requires it.
The Vak'r was quite the oddity to behold, as their entire race was just an blip on the radar for early Sanghvi explorers, far too young to be offered to join or be submitted into the Mantle.
Through it seem that they bare similar void gifts that Ayr have, diffing in function to quite an extent. Nonetheless this individual seems to be an warrior of some short, though was far, far away from it's native territory.
Not much is known from an Sanghvi point of view about the En'jyrls and the Malmarians.
Some early probings into their systems and scans we're all that was done before their races ever reached the sage of FTL or even orbital. But the two individuals respectively looked ready for this line of work
The sight of seeing both serek and Kanads working along by side amused the Sanghvi, there races having a very colorfully history to say the least.
After spending what seemed to be half of an minute, the Sanghvi turn back it's glaze onto her, ready for an answer.
Name: Bucky Fermi
Picture or Physical Description: [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/UGQvWdVl.jpg[/IMG]
Birthdate: 2365
Race: Android
Profession: Engineer/HR
Bio: Bucky started out as a dedicated gynoid, and worked in the strip clubs and brothels of a seedy spaceport in Aplha Centauri. After a while she finally made her owner enough money to pay off her Voluntary Societal Integration requirements and became a free entity of her own. She aquired the skillsofts required for an android to enter a career as a starship engineer. She's a fast thinker as all androids are, and operates with speed and grace. Her original function as a gynoid predisposes her toward human relations, and she finds satisfaction in making friends and helping her fleshy fellows. She enjoys talking and will always give anybody she meets her best. This can make her a bit gullible at times, and she mostly relies on the kindness of others to keep her out of being lured into tricky situations.
Special Skills or Attributes: Durability (DEF Tech base value 1.5 instead of 1.0) and [I]Fast Hands, Faster Brains[/I]
((You each decide what your own equipment is. The damage done is determined by rolls and math, so whatever weapon you use is largely a cosmetic and practical choice.))
"An brief rundown of our vessel's capabilities please, Soft-carbon?" Jag asked Neasha.
Neasha smirked, brimming with pride. "The Muramasa is a human-built, 150-meter corvette that we purchased at auction a few years ago. We don't know much about where it came from or what it was supposed to be used for, but the previous owners had it converted for use in pirate operations. It's equipped with five flak autocannons mounted on the nose, starboard and port sides, top and bottom, two heavy machine guns mounted on either side of the bridge, and a five-by-two 200 millimeter missile battery in the upper rear of the craft, forward of the engines. We've also upgraded the engines and warp drive with custom-made components. We can get anywhere in the galaxy within three days at full burn."
"Yuga, of house Shuur. I've been contracted to act as your navigator. I hope you and I can cooperate as professionally our ancestors have," the ayr said to Rask. He nodded tersely in response.
"So when are we getting on board the ship?" Silvia asked to no one in particular.
Rask held up a finger as if to respond, but Mattheus interjected.
"Hello sir, Mattheus Badaloni, ship engineer reporting for duty. Permission to come aboard and do a diagnostic checks on the ship? Want to make sure everything is running spic and span before we take off." The crewmembers were clearly excited, and obviously none were deterred by Rask's warnings. He grinned.
"Of course. I think it's about time you all come onboard and take a look at your new living quarters," he answered.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/sJEnoja.png[/img]
The crew was lead through the tunnel and entered through an airlock connected to the cargo section. The interior of the ship was Spartan and clean, with mostly-new components built into its metallic forms, no more than a decade old.
Owen, now having a chance to speak, raised his hand to get Neasha's attention. "Yeah, I'm your pilot, when we getting this sucker in the air?"
"Hm? Oh, there you are," Neasha replied. "We're refueling right now, but we should be ready to go in less than an hour. Once you're settled into your quarters, I want you to report to the bridge; I'll show you the basic controls and the autopilot functions."
Before the crew passed into the main tunnel of the craft, which ran down the middle of the ship's body toward the main ramp in the lower rear of the ship like a spine, Rask paused and turned toward the group. Gesturing with his hand, he pointed down the rear of the cargo section. "Down that way is the mess hall, engineering, the armory, and the brig. If we're hauling something and this entrance gets blocked, there's another entrance to the cargo hold in the rear of the main tunnel."
"Uh, what about the bar? There's a bar, right?" Waldo asked him.
"Yeah, forgot about that. It's in the mess. As I understand it, we don't have a professional bartender on hand, so you're all on your honor to pay for any drinks you take. Unless someone wants to volunteer, that is. I don't give a shit, you figure it out." The crew passed through the main tunnel into the crew quarters. It was a long hall with a series of doors on the right side. Behind each door was a narrow room with a bed and a porthole window. A compact bathroom was built into the corner of each.
"Everyone, take a bed. The rooms are all the same so I don't expect you to have any issues," Neasha said.
"That door in the back," Rask said, motioning again, "it leads to the medbay and science labs. If anyone gets blown the fuck out, use the door in the main tunnel. It's a quick left turn after climbing the main ramp so it's a much shorter trip. No point in dragging a bloodied body all the way up the tunnel and all the way back through the crew quarters. Anyone stupid enough to do that gets a 500 credit fine [I]and[/I] has to mop it up. Alright, have at it," he said. The crew members began unpacking, free to explore the ship while Rask and Neasha returned to the bridge.
((Sorry this took so long. The truth is that I was visiting my parents last night and today, and like a dumbass I forgot my laptop. So I had to do these last three posts on a borrowed computer. I'm heading back to my apartment now, once I get there in about an hour, I'll be able to respond much more quickly to your posts.))
Bucky finds a room that's convenient and settles in. She sets her few possessions where she can efficiently access them, and then sets about immediately exploring the engineering section of the ship. She wants to get to know the machine she'll be working on as soon as possible.
Abraxas watched the speech made by the Kanad while he studied the interior of the ship. He saw the others make way to their beds and attempt to chat it out. Abraxas saw the door at the very back, leading to the Medical/Science Room. He nodded, clenching his suitcase and walked forward to the room without bothering to meet his crewmates.
János decided to take the closest room towards the Brig that wasn't occupied. Quickly making himself at home, he placed his belongings on his bed. He pulled out his journal.
The book was custom made; the pages are clipped on, meaning individual pages can be removed and readded into the book. As he used the journal for documenting everything he remembered from his past life, moving pages around chronologically was a useful ability. Plus, he thought digital files could easily be lost, preferring the practicality of a book. He noted down what he had experienced so far, before placing the journal on the bed again.
He then grabbed the half-finished bottle of Syntholeum, one of the few drinks he can drink, as it was made out of synthetic oil. He finished the bottle, as he felt the oils clean up any gunk within his body. He then did a few stretches before heading towards the Brig. He wanted to see his working area.
Alexander noticed that the group was already spreading out to their quarters and work places so he wouldn't be able to talk to everyone at once. He turned on the intercom. "Attention crew, this is not your captain speaking, rather your cook. I'll use this opportunity to welcome you on board and to request that you share with me any food allergies or dietary conditions for your food I should know about by the personal messaging system or coming to the kitchen. Don't want to poison you by accident. Saves me and the physician a ton of work in the process." He turned off the intercom and headed straight to the kitchen.
As the new crewmembers were given a quick introduction to the ship, Vakarus followed Alex afterwards towards the kitchen.
"I sense excitement, Strong-one. Our new brothers and sisters show great eager to begin their journey." He said while leaning on his staff.
Waldo takes a room and starts setting his personal belongings. A few posters are set up on the walls, mostly referring to his favorite beer brands along with some bands. "Hell, not too big, but it'll do."
"I can't believe we're actually doing this. To tell you the truth, I thought the boss would have stopped with the space travel after her last adventure." They both enter the kitchen. Although raised in a broken home and later on the streets and underground establishments, Alex made sure to keep his workplace clean and ready for use. "Anyone in particular stand out to you?"
After opening the Medical Room, Abraxas was met with a circular interior with a sleek design to it. There were at least multiple machines hooked up near the side, white counters covering the corners, and clean beds to support the ill patient. Abraxas clasped his hands together and stared at the room, studying each detail and machinery he had at his disposal.
He walked towards the counter and planted his suitcase, unlatching the two locks and revealed its contents. Glasses of potions and herbs stored it as a icy aura flew out of the suitcase. He took each potion and pulled out the books, along with a few sheets of textured paper, plastering it onto a wall. He nodded and finally pulled an unusual pencil from his coat pocket, writing specific background on everything.
"The two silent ones. The ones you refer to as 'androids'." Vakarus scratched his head. "While I am aware of these constructs and how common their kind is, I cannot help but feel... confused. Even though my psionic powers are limited and does not permit the ability to read minds I can still sense nearby beings.
With these android-ones however it is empty, like a void."
He shook his head. "Maybe I am getting too concerned for my wellbeing."
Vakarus smiled. "I must go meditate, speak to you soon Strong-one."
Bucky checks out the engineering section, quite impressed with the dual deuterium injectors feeding the primary fusion reactor. In particular she likes he advanced warp drive. Her powerful artificial mind wonders at the fine work done on the custom field-flux alternators. "Impressive, that. You could just about use a dedicated spatial warp field to tractor some pretty hefty objects."
Jag took it's time to inspect and memorized the lay out of every corridor, air-lock and strategically important room of it's new vessel in preparation of anything possible combat and hazard scenarios. Slowly trolling through the ship'sron hull before settling down at the armory. To both look over the existing stock and to link it's implant to the ship's com link and frequency.
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