Mattheus took one of the rooms to the right and was happy with the size. Not to big not too small, he's dealt with worse. He unpacked some clothes and kept the rest in his bag. Snacks and drinks on the table in the back, and his trusty sidearm placed into his holster by his leg. He might be an engineer but he knows when shit goes down you better be prepared.
Looking out his room it seemed like nobody was interested in formalities. He decided to go check out the engineering wing and see what kind of engines this bad boy has. Apparently custom-made. He'll see if he can make any sense of where the technology came form.
Taylor slipped into the room nearest the door to the main tunnel, setting her bags on the bed and looking around the small room she'd be sleeping in from now on. Small, but it'll work. She's slept in tinier (and worse) places. She unpacks her bags, placing her neatly folded clothing in a stack on her bed. Afterwards, she retrieved a pistol and combat knife from the bag, sliding them both under her pillow.
She unpacked a few more things, mainly trinkets from her homeworld and other merc jobs she's done. She sets it all on a shelf nearby, and slips her clothing and such into a footlocker. She finally finished, looking the room over once more, before stepping back out into the hallway.
The proportion of this room is very cluttered, somewhat small. Abraxas thought, though he imagined this ship was as simple as you could get without complicating things any further. Sketching out at least five members of this ship already and soon to be more. His pencil moved an inch each second as he drew the Ayr. No mouth, but another form of communication: Mind Reading. He shook his head and locked his contents before moving out in the hallway.
"I call dibs on that one." Silvia said as she threw her belongings onto the bed in the room nearest to the medicial Bay.
Bucky extricates herself from inspecting a series of electron transfer conduits and greets Mattheus with a friendly handshake. Her finely tuned servos silently whirring and clicking as they mover her limbs, conveying her over to her coworker.
"Hi there! I'm Bucky. I'll be working with you to keep our girl flying."
Amelia stepped into a room down the hall near the science lab, breathing in the sort-of fresh air that the ship gave off. She lays down the two heavy suitcases on her bed and begins unpacking. She decorates the room to her liking, putting up some posters from her favorite movies and video games. The rest of the luggage is clothes, which she fills the drawers and cabinets in an orderly fashion.
After settling down for a bit, she puts on her green sweater and puts a nametag on the front which read, "A. Weinheart"
She then walks into the science room, in awe with all the equipment that will be availiable for her to use. It seems that another crew member was already here and unpacked their things, hence some... items of medical equivalence are already plastered all over the place.
The terminals within the armory were older then most of the human crew members on the ship, loaded with an confusing mix of operating system from various origins. Most of it couldn't even access the armory itself, let alone the comms.
The armory itself was fairly camped, most of looked as if it went over dozens of reiterations in style of countless tired and tested designs from over the years working within the limitations of hull itself. But despite it's makeshift appearance, it did serve it's intent purpose quite well as the armory selection up close is impressively large for the size of the room, through outdated and much of it is generic surplus and worn hand me downs. An well kept Arc rifle or 86-70 Buzz-saw will down anything that the crew will hopefully be facing if things go to plan. It's was also adequately secured, at least from less savvy individuals.
Taylor decided to explore, stepping out into the main tunnel. She strolled down the tunnel, then hangs a left into the cargo section. She walks down to the mess hall and looks around. Roomy. The ship was starting to remind her of some of the sections of Pyrus-1. She smiled ever so slightly, and continued on to the armory, her arms folded behind her back as she walked.
Yuga walked into the third closest room to the bridge, the first two being occupied by Neasha and Rask.
Inspecting the room she deemed it adequate. The bed was comfortable and the locker was big enough to house her spare uniforms and what little personal belongings she had with her.
After organizing her own quarters she walked to the bridge, where she would spend most of her time. In the back there were terminals for enginering and other functions with a big chair between them, presumably for the ships commander.
On a lower platform in front of the captains seat and behind the pilot and copilot seats was a holotable, capable of bringing up starcharts, system information, announcements etc.
Satisfied with the equipment she activated the holotable to bring up charts for the sector while taking out her personal compass, which displayed an updated version of the galactic map. She compared her charts with the ships and found them to be fairly modern, lacking only the most recent discoveries mainly located in the northern fringe.
Yuga closed her compass and released it's incense, which she absorbed. She then brought up the tracker to inspect the ships recent journeys.
While studying she decided that she should acquaint herself with the rest of the crew. But it could wait until she was finished with her errands in the bridge.
Owen chose his room. After placing his things down and getting a closer inspection of the room, Owen sat down on the bed. Owen didn't necessarily want a better name for himself, but now it seemed he had little other choice. Maybe being the villain of the racing series had finally caught up him. Owen decided that it wasn't the best to think too hard about it right now. After a short time of relaxing, Owen made his way to the bridge.
The Sanghvi took it's time to study the various weakness and strength (but mostly the weakness) It found within the armory, marking out areas to improve and change to better increase the combat capability and readiness for the ship security officer to learn from, hopefully acting on them. It also found that the equipment besides the weaponry was above it's expectations.
Countless amounts of parts, mods and crafting stations to experiment with the already large amount of firearms made for an interesting counter balance in comparison to the rather mediocre array of machinery bolted to the hull in the armory. Nevertheless, it continued to find more and more quirks to list down on an disposable holo transcript put atop of one terminal stuck in the boot up phase.
Bucky stands there awkwardly with her hand outstretched to Mattheus. She gives him a friendly smile, and wonders why he's just standing there, ignoring her. Some fleshies can be weird, but this is just [I]odd.[/I]
After concluding his exploring of his profession's labs. Abraxas found the most important thing he must seek out of the entire ship. Something he went out of the room in the first place...
The Bar.
He went across the ship and entered through the bar.
"Yeah, see you later." Alex turned back at the stove as Vakarus was leaving. "Guess I'm cooking for two less. Should probably order more sytholium on the next stop." He did a quick check on what they had in stock before exiting out into the hallway. Maybe he would bump into somebody.
Amelia walks back into the hallway and trips over the foot of the doorway then falls flat on her god damn face. She moans, then proceeds to stand up, only to find a man looking down at her.
"Hiya," she grunts.
Taylor stopped at the entrance to the Armory, peering in at the crew mate that was moving about. 'I probably shouldn't get in his way,' she thought to herself, 'he seems busy.' She about faces, heading back into the mess hall. She heads through, walking towards engineering. She steps in, and looks around.
Abraxas found himself a warm atmosphere as soon as he entered through the door, the typical counter beside the room and a few needed appliances scattered about. He adjusted his coat and took it off, placing it on a nearby racket and sat down on a sitting booth. Staring at the front.
Alex extends a hand to Amelia. "Need help?"
Yuga viewed the ships tracks, which had mostly circled in the south-east sector, with a few trips to the southern sector. The Muramasa had frequently docked at Duroma, but Yuga had her doubts about the HQ being located there. She wondered who the boss might be. Since Rask was a kanad and lieutenant, it would be safe to assume that the boss was also a Kanad put other possibilities existed of course.
Her investigations were interrupted when Own entered the bridge.
Yuga inspected him quickly and a voice could be heard in Owens mind, "From what I can gather you have been hired as this vessels pilot, am I correct" her dull voice echoed gently.
Amelia cracks a smirk, "Yeah, that... ahem... would be great, thanks," and accepts Alex's help and is pulled off the ground. She wipes her sweater.
"The name is Alex, your cook. And you are?"
"I'm Amelia, your ship's scientist specializing in human and xenobiology. Nice to meet'cha, Alex!" she shakes his hand with a warm greeting.
[QUOTE=blorgyboy;49742184]Bucky stands there awkwardly with her hand outstretched to Mattheus. She gives him a friendly smile, and wonders why he's just standing there, ignoring her. Some fleshies can be weird, but this is just [I]odd.[/I][/QUOTE]
Mattheus sees another crew member in the engineering wing already, she noticed him and said hi. He studied her for a bit, an android it seems. Her name was...Lucky? Or... no. Bucky. "Hey sorry I was just thinking to myself! I'm Mattheus" he said as he shook her hand. "I'm from Germania, small world far from here. Been studying engineering my entire life, and I look forward to working with you. I came down here to take a look at the engines and see if we can do anything to improve them or if anything needs fixing. Wanna give me a hand?"
"Pleasure to meet you too, Amelia. So you're the one I should talk to if I want to cook some new undocumented life form?"
After finally had finished with it's list of various faults and peasant surprises, Jag left the Holo-transcript on top of the solid blue screen terminal and proceeded to leave via the large reinforced bulkheads that look to be made of the same kind of metal used in the construction of the outer hull, only burnt and warped with weld marks and buffing attempts covered all over it with a thin lair of spray paint to finely complement the blunt attempt to cover up it's scars.
At any rate, right after Jag had finished it's overview of the armory. The Sanghvi noticed someone had briefly entered and exited the room just before it had finished. Nevertheless, Jag could care less about these sort of matters and proceeded to join the rest of it's employers on the bridge.
"Well, uh, when I'm done with it, and it isn't poisoness, then maybe I can give you leftovers, sure."
Taylor watched the two engineers greet one another and chat. Looks like they're getting along nicely. She turns and heads back up through the ship to the main tunnel. Oh, there's the cook and the resident scientist.
"Afternoon." said Taylor, as she walked up behind them.
"Oh hello. I'm Alex." Alex extends his hand for a handshake.
[I'm loving this so far so hype ]
Amelia turned to a new face, "Afternoon to you too! I'm Amelia, the ship's scientist, and you are...?" She just remembered that she was supposed to look at the list of who was on the ship.
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