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"My name is Nikolai Dell, and I'm here to speak to the crew of the MacAvity."
by Krytonus » Thu Mar 31, 2016 3:51 am
"My name is Nikolai Dell, and I'm here to speak to the crew of the MacAvity."
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by Relikai » Thu Mar 31, 2016 4:39 am
Krytonus wrote:Callum 'Toolbox' Brady
"I swear, this better be good. I've been working on that stupid coolant system for hours and now that I'm finally finished we get a mysterious visitor? It's bullshit Milky."
Miyuki's Handybag (Mechanic)
Hydration & Energy Fluid (200ml)
Burn Cream (30ml)
Body Sanitizer Gel (20ml Single Use)
by Krytonus » Thu Mar 31, 2016 5:38 am
Relikai wrote:Her other hand was holding a small spray, it's contents revealed when she immediately gave Callum a full spray of it at his chest and neck, before blasting at the immediately vicinity. It was one of Miyuki's mixtures, a deodorant, sanitizer and antiseptic spray all in one, meant to be marketed as a germ-killer. Smelling the air, Miyuki nodded, and shrugged as she finally spoke.
"Maybe, but he might have... official business with the Captain. Here, take this bag. One must always be in top condition on Miyuki's watch."
The Irishman who doesn't drink, nursing a Pepsi in the corner of The Pub.
I thought I made a mistake once, but I was wrong.
by Saleon » Thu Mar 31, 2016 12:16 pm
by Argentumurbem » Thu Mar 31, 2016 1:39 pm
by Esternial » Thu Mar 31, 2016 1:50 pm
by Utceforp » Thu Mar 31, 2016 3:32 pm
by North-by-Northwesteros » Thu Mar 31, 2016 6:20 pm
My name is Nikolai Dell, and I'm here to speak to the crew of the MacAvity.
by Ularn » Fri Apr 01, 2016 2:28 am
by Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States » Sat Apr 02, 2016 11:04 am
by Saleon » Sat Apr 02, 2016 6:10 pm
Danya hoisted her railgun upon her side; clenching her belt buckle as he came inside. She watched with bated breath as he maneuvered himself. His peering eyes like daggers as they scraped across the ship---she still never figured out what his purpose was. The last time a stranger came to her ship---like this---a squad of hunters tried to make mincemeat MacAvity, despite the fact it was more happy with catnip.Ularn wrote:Upon entering the MacAvity The man who had called himself Nikolai Dell studied the hold swiftly, critically and silently, paying specific attention to the tool racks by the bay, which once held the small automated mining ships brought in for repair or refuelling, and also the various hoists and winch assemblies which would have supported said ships. Although kept as comfortably warm as the rest of the ship as a way of ever so slightly easing the stresses placed on her coolant system and radiator panelling by her quad fusion drives, the bare steel and lack of decoration in the hold made it nonetheless feel cold.
He also looked over the crew once with the same analytical expression before turning his attention back to the captain, though he spoke generally to everyone assembled, using a clipped, colonial accent from somewhere much further off and much more massive than Beta Trinity. All the time he was speaking he never again made eye contact with any of them after his initial study. "I don't suppose that we may sit down?"
Silence greeted his suggestion.
"Very well then," Dell sighed before continuing rather formally, "I am here on behalf of some people who want - who might, may want to make an offer for your services." He stressed each qualifying word, making it clear without obvious discourtesy that the demonstrated rudeness of Astadt and some of the other crew might already have cost them whatever contract might have been offered, and that he was being generous to grant them even this. As he spoke, Dell reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew a small plasticised business card for a restaurant, which he carefully laid out flat on top of a crate. "They would like to meet with your captain or her representatives at the Aphelion. You will find it in the centre of the habitat dome in the Bulgari, just off the foyer. Come to the bar at seven this evening and ask for Marlon.
"Now," he concluded, straightening out his shirt once more, "I can see I am less than welcome aboard your ship. Might I now be excused?"
by Kaidou » Sat Apr 02, 2016 6:44 pm
by Ularn » Sat Apr 02, 2016 8:02 pm
by Utceforp » Sat Apr 02, 2016 8:06 pm
Kaidou wrote:Somewhere in the space station
The station was surprisingly warm. It was definitely not something that Allan Dagursson would have expected; from what he had read in storybooks when he was young, he had always believed that space stations would be cold. It had never occurred to him that the vacuum of space would trap most of the heat within the station.
Not like it really mattered; thermal physics wasn't something that Allan had been paid to do. His job scope was 80% cooking, and 20%… other stuff that wasn't thermal physics.
On his shoulder he carried a gigantic, maroon bag, filled with bottles of cooking oil, various sauces, and salt. In front of him, he pushed a trolley piled high with various foodstuffs that he had taken upon himself to obtain for the coming journey (it was his job to do that, after all). The stores were still more or less alright, but there was no harm in restocking them. After all, running out of food halfway was generally not a very pleasant experience.
With a lazy, lethargic yawn, the Nordic man pushed the cart down the corridors, his baggy, slightly glazed eyes gazing out emptily. Something about himself felt a little bit off, but he chose not to think of it. Not excessively, at least.
…
"My name is Nikolai Dell, and I'm here to speak to the crew of the MacAvity."
…
Nikolai Dell. Not a name he was familiar with, but then again, there were many names that Allan wasn't familiar with. What perturbed him was the fact that he had referred to the ship by the name that had not been stated in the registry. Clearly, Mr Dell was on to something.
Then again, it wasn't Allan's job to worry about that sort of thing.
But it was. He was a part of a crew, too. He was as much a part of the crew as Callum, or as Ethan, or as that Japanese girl or the technician with that long surname that started with an "M". It was his duty as much as it was anybody else's. How dare he think in such a selfish way!
With a sigh, Allan activated his communication link, just as he got back to the ship.
"Who is Nikolai Dell?", he asked tersely, stopping just outside the ship and lethargically unloading the sacks off the cart. He had never been much of a sucker for technology, ergo he preferred to carry everything inside manually. It was just something that Allan had always… been used to doing. Why Allan did things the old fashioned way was something he had never bothered to think about.
Anyway, there were better things to think of now. Like the identity of Nikolai Dell.
…
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by Saleon » Mon Apr 04, 2016 5:55 pm
Relikai wrote:Miyuki simply tilted her head slightly as the stranger excused himself. Hearing her captain speak on the need to know about Mr Dell, Miyuki gave a pout, as information gathering was not her specialty. After all, she was the quiet one, the Ice Queen, who does not open up to strangers or even the crew easily, and her legs were even more tightly shut against those who would drool after her body.
"Captain." Miyuki said as she approached the woman who recruited her not long ago. "Do you need me to prepare for a meeting with Mister Dell? Also, I have already made sure that your inventory is fully supplied." The last bit of her sentence referred to Captain Danya's medicine box, which contained her pills, anti-depressants and the sort. Miyuki has painstakingly created a form of drug which chases away anxiety attacks, and calms one mind without causing drowsy effects nor dull one's senses. Probably one of the reasons why Danya found her useful.
Esternial wrote:As Luke came up behind her, Lucy turned her head and briefly glanced at him before focusing on the stranger again. It was unlikely that he'd do something that would endanger her, the captain, the crew or the MacAvity - her baby - but better safe than sorry. The broad-chested solicitor wearing a suit that barely held itself together seemed less-than happy with the welcome party. Lucy couldn't be bothered to care a single iota about the man's comfort and she wasn't about to bring him a nice cup of tea, a blanket and an accompanying wank.
"No clue. Wanted to speak to the captain. Suppose we'll find out soon enough."
She listened to the man's speech, showing as little enthusiasm as she could possibly manage without making an effort to show how little interest she had in what he had to say. The man was completely ruining her day off and chances were that she'd have to change into something more decent to leave the ship with. Then again, she usually wasn't part of the designated away team so why should the captain suddenly change her mind now? There was still hope.
Along with the captain and whomever felt inclined enough, Lucy escorted the visitor out, keeping her handgun ready at all times. When the man mentioned their meeting place was fancier than your average watering hole she did feel a slight hint of curiosity - not particularly to meet their potential new employer but to have a taste of the meals served there. That said, she could live with never knowing.
When Mr. Dell finally left and her captain issued her orders, Lucy responded.
"Well, good luck on your dinner date," She quipped with a playful smirk directed at Ethan and Danya; "I'll keep an eye on the cams from the cockpit. Not much else I can do."
After that, she began to trail her path back to the cockpit.
by Relikai » Mon Apr 04, 2016 6:23 pm
Saleon wrote:Danya watched as a number of individuals drove to begin their analysis. She was, of course, more worried about her invitation. She mulled over questions of who this client could be or if they were a client at all. Rule 4: Never go to a meeting alone. She would meet him as a group. Who to be in a group?
This is when the doctor came in. Miyuki actively volunteered. "Do you need me to prepare for a meeting with Mister Dell? Also, I have already made sure that your inventory is fully supplied," the intrepid doctor was a good choice. One who was precise, and keen to be ready in violence. "I expect you to be ready posthaste," she said with an irksome glimmer to her eye.
For the second one, came a less than willing victim. "Well, good luck on your dinner date," Lucy quipped with a playful smirk directed at Ethan and Danya; "I'll keep an eye on the cams from the cockpit. Not much else I can do." This was interpreted in a very specific way. Two facts: (1) Lucy thinks she can mess with the captain a little; (2) Lucy has nothing planned and is an easy subject. Daggers began to move for her as she tried to escape
Soon, a malicious presence began to move forth Lucy. A venomous cloud of fear began to propel at an increasing rate. The air grew still and cold around Lucy. In an instant, a hand clenched her shoulder and a familiar, yet vile voice reverberated, "Hey, Lucy. I see that you haven't been very busy lately. I think you would look great in a dress. You're on the away team. Luke can handle himself, and I think you could use some fresh air." The villainous smile and wicked air had a command of authority. A tempestuous spire had pierced through Lucy's plans for the evening, like the twist of a knife; such did the dagger with extreme force.
The captain walked to her quarters, delivering a final message before preparing for the evening; "Ethan, you are in charge of gathering information. Just because I have a 'dinner date' doesn't mean I'm letting my guard down. Find out about Nikolai, and find out who hired him. If there is any concerns, deliver it to my comm system. Text it, don't spout it out. Don't want this mysterious company knowing we might be on to them." Danya swiftly entered her room and shifted to the mirror.
The mirror reminded her of why she hated formal events. She only had one formal dress, mostly because she didn't care to buy others. She would take the time to look nice, though it felt so trivial in nature. The dress had multiple layers, and made sure to match her strong persona. She prepared herself, in her lonesome, taking off the suit of armor that protected her; unzipping the long coils which wrapped around her body. She then placed on the dress which remarked, in black, a sense of power and authority; placed on a set of jewelry which seemed quite necessary at these silly parties. Of course, in the end, it did nothing but get in the way.
by Ularn » Tue Apr 05, 2016 1:38 am
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