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The Maiden's Record



Since the earliest days of Terran history, Terrans have looked up and wondered what was beyond their little sphere of isolation in the galaxy. For thousands of years, all they could do was wonder what was out there and imagine walking the stars. Humanity would make their first big step many thousands of years after first looking up. In the midst of the Cold War, on October 4, 1957, this first step would come in the form as the Sputnik I, the first Terran made satellite in space, and the start of the space race. A few years later, on April 12, 1961, the next big step was taken when the Soviets successfully launched Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin into space. Four years later, cosmonaut Alexey Leonov would make the first spacewalk on March 18, 1965. On December 24, 1968, Apollo 8 would be the first Terran space faring vessel to make it to the Moon and back. The next year would mark the biggest step for humanity in space travel. July 20, 1969, a date that would forever go down in history as Neil Armstrong would step foot on the Moon. After that, a few more milestones in space travel; the first space station Salyut 1 on April 19, 1971; the first reusable space shuttles on April 12, 1981; November 2, 2000 saw the first crew members on the International Space Station; and then the rise of commercial space travel.

The final major stepping point for humanity's journey to the stars, was the development of the first FTL Drive. It was created by one Dr. Marius Sydow, who would go on to found one of the five megacorps that would dominate Terran society in the future. The drive was developed in 2149, and the first flight of a ship with the FTL Drive was on October 4, 2157. The date was chosen symbolically, to show that humanity had entered a new age of space travel, unfortunately, what Dr. Sydow thought was the beginning of a beautiful new age, would end up being a time of war. War erupted across the Earth, with states falling as fast as new ones rose. As wars raged across states though, the mega corporations rose, offering people safety and started to look beyond Earth for new worlds. Worlds for colonization and more importantly resources.

The mega corporations would make first contact around 2182 with many alien races. A few conflicts would begin, everything from simple disagreements to full out wars as Terrans began to expand. This would stop however around 2265, when news from Earth made it to the top levels of the mega corporations, and the mega corporations looked back home. A new war began as the mega corporations sought to claim their home. This war would end with many former colonies of the mega corporations seeking independence, and the rise of the Terran Authority. After that war, which would be known as the Corporate War, not much would happen. Terran territories started to see a rise in crime rates, and the era of chaotic space piracy. By 2324, a new faction started to rise in the galaxy, the Court of Five, and brought a sort of order to the era of space piracy.

But the galaxy would face a new sort of chaos years later, with rumours of a new Terran organization, Whisper. At first the whispers about Whispers were just that whispers, but come 2400, these whispers became screams. Attacks began across the galaxy, and the mysterious organization Whisper stepped into the light. While its agenda remained unknown, the fear associated with it became well known. A new war was raged across the galaxy, and by 2418, Whisper was believed to have been destroyed. However, their are rumours that they are still around, recovering and waiting for their next chance.

The current date, according to the Terran Gregorian calendar, is May 13, 2543 CE. The crew of the Celestial Maiden is about to find themself in the centre of a series of galaxy changing events, with the opportunity to change the course of history.




May 13, 2543 CE, about 0700 Standard Earth Time (SET)
The Celestial Maiden, Bridge
Ryker Arion




Ryker Arion. Son of a well known black market dealer on Piyria; now amoung the most well known smugglers and feared mercenaries. He was known across the known galaxy for his many jobs, specifically the high profile ones. Unlike other smugglers and mercenaries in the galaxy, Ryker had a reputation for possessing something rare amoung the scum of the galaxy, a moral code. Now, his code isn't perfect but it is far better than no code at all. One of his more famous jobs was back when he had no ship of his own, and was hired by a group of Praux smugglers, or that was at least what they called themselves, but in reality they were slavers. So, when Ryker learned this, not only was he disgusted by them, but pissed that they kept information about his job from him. Those two feelings together lead him to killing his employeers, taking over the ship and freeing the slaves. He would then sell the ship to make up for the fact he wasn't going to get paid.He would eventually get his own ship, the Celestial Maiden, as payment for a job he did for a certain Elyzian noble.

And now here he was, on the bridge of said ship. The bridge was fairly empty, a rectangular window ran across the front and back, rounding the corners and giving slight coverage to port and starboard sides. Two doors could be found in the centre of the space that lacked the view port on either side. In the centre of the bridge was a pilots seat. This seat was not like other pilot seats, for this was an Elyzian made ship. A semi circular consle surrounded the seat, but the controls to fly the ship would not be found there. The controls to fly the ship were found as two orbs at the end of the seats arm rest that changed between colours like a jewel shimmering in the light. In that seat sat Ryker, with his feet up on the consle, looking out the window as the ship flew towards its destination in FTL.

Ryker however was not the only one on the bridge, as of to his side looking out the window as well was one of the few members of the crew that he trusted with his life. He trusted her because he knew her for her entire life, she was the crews Android, Anastasia. Ryker however jsuty called her Ana. He did not have the level of trust that he did because she was an Android though, since she did have a highly advanced AI. He trusted her because he had no reason to distrust her, unlike most others on this ship. Trust was a hard thing to some across in his line of work, and seeing as most of his crew for this job were new to him... well you could see why his trust was lacking.

Other than Anastasia, he only trusted three others with his life. One of those was a friend of his mothers, an old man known as Reverend Rackham. The only reason that Ryker did trust Rev was because he knew that his mother gave Rev the job of protecting him. That leaves two others that he trusted with his life. Akina Koizumi, the ships small genius engineer, and the ex-Paladin Lorcan Virrieth. He meet Akina during a job, and when she told him her story, he helped her escape and a great friendship was born. As for Lorcan, Ryker knows that he can trust him, as he has seen what is in the Elyzian swordsman's mind.

"You know you can be anywhere you want on the ship right Ana?" Ryker said and looked at the Android. "Surely there is something more interesting than this bridge..."

"I know." Anastasia spoke and glanced at Ryker, "But seeing as everything is running at maximum efficiency right now, I am not needed anywhere... besides, I enjoy the view."

"Have you introduced yourself to the crew yet?" Ryker said, "It would be good for you to get to know them."

"Why?" She said and turned to face Ryker, "You haven't introduced yourself so how do you know it will be good to get to know them? I don't need to know anymore than what the database says about them..."

"Why? Well... Umm... Oh, look at the time. It doesn't matter now because your going to meet them anyway, its time to call a crew meeting and discuss the mission." Ryker said and pushed a button on the consle. Throughout the ship, his voice would be heard. "Good morning. This is your captain speaking. All is good in FTL... we will be arriving at Scichi Station above Scichi B1 in the Alhena System within the hour. So all of you get up and meet in the mess hall in ten."

With that Ryker got up and left the bridge, with Anastasia following behind, and headed for the mess hall. The mess hall of the Celestial Maiden was nothing more than a large room with a large table in the centre of it. In the back wall of the mess hall were cupboards of food stuffs, and rations. Each cupboard was kept at the correct temperature to keep the food as fresh as possible for as long as possible. They had almost anything. On one of the side wall was a small microwave like device that would cook the food stuffs, and beside it was something very rare, for any type of ship, a coffee machine. Ryker didn't grab anything as he ate a while ago, and stood at the front of the room an waited.



May 13, 2543 CE, about 0700 SET
The Celestial Maiden, Akina's Quarters (the Drone Lair)
Akina Koizumi




Ryker's voice woke Akina up in a bit of a fright. Well, it would have if she didn't wake up stuck between the bed and the nightstand. Normally people would freak out of they woke up in such a possition, some may be impressed but freak out afterwards. Akina was no normal person though, and this wasn't the first time she woke up like this. So, she did not freak out, but instead sighed and did what she always did to get unstuck.

Once she was freed she stretched slightly and looked around her room. To say her room was a mess would be an understatement. Things were everywhere, covering every surface and the floor. Most of this mess was not dirty clothing as some would expect, but was mainly parts of drones or robots. The one table she had in the room was covered with piles of parts and semi built drones. You see, Akina was a tinkerer, a builder. So when ever she wasn't working she was making, keeping herself busy. And of course making is not clean, but messy.

After a few minutes of getting ready, she left her quarters, and the soothing sounds of the near by engine room behind as she made her way to the mess hall.



May 13, 2543 CE, about 0700 SET
The Celestial Maiden, Lorcan's Quarters
Lorcan Virrieth




Lorcan was up long before Ryker called the meeting. In fact he was up earlier than usual, as he had the dream that had been plaguing him for so long once again. He heard screams and crying and saw black figures dragging children away as those who screamed where killed. He then saw a battle, hundreds against five figures, with the five victorious. He then saw the five walking, one heading in a direction opposite of the others. He then heard the sounds of a hammer striking an anvil as fragments of what looked to be a blade came together, and a hilt was attached. The sword was black as night, with ancient Elyzian runes that emitted a sickly green glow. He then saw a large room with little light. Massive statues of warriors stood by and looked down on the room, as in the centre a pedestal stood. A new figure, some how darker than the others, took the ancient sword and stuck it into the pedestal. He then saw the stars in the sky start to go out one by one as the sound of battle raged and joined with screams of horror and pain. Finally everything wnet silent and dark, but a low growl broke the silence as crimson eyes appeared and a single phrase was uttered, "OUHKAJ RAK ELIZYI!" There the dream ended and Lorcan would wake with what was best described as a feeling of primal fear.

After he woke up, he begun his morning routine, some light meditation followed by some practice, and then a meal. In fact, he was already on his way to the mess hall when Ryker called the meeting, so he was the first one their after Ryker. Lorcan did not get anything fancy, and just sat down with some alien looking fruit and a ration pack. He started to eat as they waited.
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Postby Charlia » Wed Nov 15, 2017 4:07 pm

She didn't sleep.

No, that wasn't true. She slept, but fitfully, restlessly. After so long, she had gotten used to operating on very little sleep. Forcing herself to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling did nothing for her, anyway, and it was much easier for her to work in peace and silence as the world around her fell into the world of dreams, which she herself worked so hard to avoid.

It had its downsides to be sure, but it had its benefits as well.

It was because of this that she was awake at the time of the captain's call, and able to join him quickly. She didn't meet his eyes for more than a brief moment, though that was hardly unusual for her, and like him, didn't bother to take anything to eat. She didn't speak to anyone, and only offered a quick smile to anyone who looked her direction, before looking down once again.

The smile looked far too practiced.
Sleeping as little as possible had become her habit many years ago. She didn't dream in anything but fuzzy glimpses and shards of memory, but the less she slept, the more she could accomplish. Not that it really mattered. She had all the time in the world to accomplish anything she put her mind to.

Apparently the doctor hadn't slept much either. Their eyes met for only a second, and a shadow crossed over the younger woman's face before they broke contact.

She smiled thinly. Just as she had expected. Honestly, how she was going to get through even more centuries of utterly predictable people, with few to no secrets, was the biggest mystery of all. But in the meantime, she'd settle for smaller ones. For example, the other Elyzian on board. He was good. Good at hiding things. On the surface, he seemed exactly what he appeared to be, but she never believed that someone was what they appeared unless she had good evidence to support it. It was the same with him.

She'd figure him out eventually, she was convinced of that. She always did.

All she had to do was make sure that he never did the same for her, and she would be just fine.

Well. There was also making sure that no one else figured out anything suspicious, and keeping that doctor quiet. But those were easy tasks. There was no challenge in them, and that was boring.

Really, she thought that was what she hated most of all.

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Postby Forest State » Wed Nov 15, 2017 4:28 pm

MORGAN SHEN

The bounty hunter always spent her mornings alone, and had a particular routine. Fix her hair, clean herself up, and then get into the combat outfit that she wore on duty, or into some loose fitting clothes that she used at other times because they didn’t show off her feminine form. Once she was done, she would pull a balaclava over her head and put her helmet on top of it, making sure that it was sealed to her outfit. That helmet kept her biggest secret from becoming public, and it was more of an identity to her than her actual face was. This morning, however, she took an extra moment to stare into the mirror, her door locked so nobody would enter and see her like this.

Being in the middle of a lie as big as this one wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun to pretend to be someone else, but on the other hand, it wouldn’t be well received if she just admitted that she had been lying to everyone that she knew, since she was a teenager. So she put the helmet on again, and once again, she would say nothing about the subject. Lastly, she reached for her machete and slid it into its sheath, before picking up her carbine and hanging it on her shoulder by its strap. Her final weapons, the dual pistols, went into their holsters.

Now she was ready, and she got ready just in time for the announcement. “Another day, another dollar,” she muttered, her voice electronically altered by the helmet. She proceeded to the mess hall, humming an upbeat tune as she did so. “I hope we get caught on this smuggling job,” she announced as she arrived. “Because if we do, I might actually get to shoot something.”
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Postby Darksworth » Wed Nov 15, 2017 5:00 pm

"Kaz"



Kaz woke up with an abrupt start once Ryker's announcement was broadcasted in the sound system of his abode, and with this, he also accidentally hit his head on the ceiling of his Berth Bed. He was pissed of course but this has happened before, Kaz muttered a Praux curse word before pulling himself out of his claustrophobic sleeping quarter. He rubbed his forehead a bit' more before sluggishly opening his eyes.

His room in the "Maiden" was nothing special, just a cubical room with a Terran light-bulb on it's ceiling. On one corner of the room lay his "arsenal" of Terran muskets, laser rifles and plasma guns. On the other lay a desk on which were several Praux-translated Terran atlas's piled on separate but neat towers. And on either sides of his room was the standard-issue lavatory and his dressing compartment. Kaz wasn't too impressed by his room. He was hyped at first, hearing about the Celestial Maiden, he finally thought that some smuggler or mercenary finally found a decent ship to put their crew in but no. Cubicle housing for you! But oh well, Kaz couldn't be too picky now. At least this "Ryker" Terran didn't try to stab him in his sleep and sell him as a slave again.

Kaz proceeded to walk to the dressing compartment. He opened the sliding glass door with the scan of his handprint and picked out his clothes. He first grabbed a colorfully-Blue "Caftan", a Terran "Turkish" robe of sorts. He then grabbed a Navy Blue cloak and wrapped it around his neck and back. And he took out a Tan-tinted hydraulic pantaloons and wore it as well.

He stepped out from the dressing compartment and looked around for his headscarf, it took a couple walks before finally finding it on his desk. Kaz sighed as he picked it up and began wrapping and fastening it around his head, and he re-adjusted it a couple times so that his eyes and the bridge of his nose was only visible. Nothing else. He didn't wear this to make himself look menacing however, he wore this to hide his face. Getting too attached to your fellow crew mates while living a dangerous life as a mercenary wasn't a good combination that Kaz wanted. Getting guilt trips and depression hinders his life as a slave, no, a freed Praux on the run. He wasn't a being who manifested emotions with his tears or laughter, he'll never be. And hiding his face first was the first step to a clean and anonymous state.

Also, betrayals would be more easy to commit on his side since his other crew members literally didn't know what his face looked like. A win/win situation for him at least, not so much for his "friends" though.

Kaz stepped out of his "humble" abode and started walking to the mess hall. His compression leather boots started materializing along the way too, as part of the standard dress code that he has.

Once he got to the entrance of the mess hall, he took a deep breath first before announcing his presence with a deep and rough voice.

-"Hello deadmeats, what's on the order of the job today? Hopefully not dying, am I right lads?"
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Postby Danceria » Wed Nov 15, 2017 8:08 pm

07:05hrs Standard Earth Time (SET), May 13, 2543 CE
Chet-Chet's Quarters, aboard the Celestial Maiden


The mind-emotions of the crew were...less than tranquil. While by no means was This One a telepath, the mind-emotions nevertheless found their way into This One's own restful mindscape, as if it were a mild and out of reach itch that couldn't be scratched, but could be ignored with discipline. Such discipline was thanks to Oh-ak-cald's lectures on Terran psycho-physiology, of whom were among the majority of the crew, aside from Elyzians, of whom said DNA had only the mildest of differences.

Awaking to the sound of the captain's voice, This One naturally clambered through the hallways to meet with the crew-squadron.


With the gentle click clack of This One's leg-appendages, This One walked-clambered on the roof of the hallway, before gently landing upon the floor with surprising but practiced stealth. Sudden noises did little for anyone's mood, regardless of species. This One nodded a greeting to the Noble Doctor, who was This One's choicest associate and friend-mentor* in this line of work, as well as the metal-flesh Akina. Despite her disorganized tinkering, she at least enjoyed keeping her hands-appendages busy. The Praux made the first comment, followed by the masked Terran.

This One made a comment, with a bit of "dry humor" as the Terrans called it "This One will help whoever is injured regardless, but please, One-Who-Is-Morgan-Shen, do not add to This One's workload more than is needed."
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Postby Granis » Thu Nov 16, 2017 5:04 am

Jeremy had been having a fairly difficult time staying asleep on this particular night. At the start, things had seemed fine, with him falling asleep with relative ease, despite the nervousness from the fact that he'd never gotten a chance to actually meet the captain, or indeed almost any of the crew.

Still, the point was that he'd originally fallen asleep quite easily, knowing that Dagda was watching over him. However, as the night wore on, pleasant dreams began to get interrupted, flashes of ruby red appearing in his subconscious.

And then he was there again, staring out through a gaping hole in the side of an old skyscraper, looking over a city littered with red, crystalline spires. Behind him, he heard heavy, clanging footfalls, and sighed in relief as he turned to face Dagda, intent on figuring out what they were planning to do today.

Instead, he was greeted with crystal plate armour, and he looked up just in time to see a ruby hand close around his face.

His eyes opened, back in the quarters he had been assigned, with Dagda looking over him.

"You no longer scream." The automaton said, and even through its electronically synthesised voice, Jeremy thought its words sounded more like a question than a mere statement.

"I never used to either, in case you've forgotten." He replied, pushing himself out of the bed. "It was really intense this time, so I guess it might've just taken me back to those days. Prevented me from making any sounds that might draw predators over."

"I can say with a degree of assurance that you will not have to worry about drawing dangerous wildlife to your location on this ship."

"Yeah?" Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow. "With the lack of general interaction I've had with most of the crew, I wouldn't be so sure."

"Noted." Dagda said. "Do keep in mind, however, that we have spent very little time aboard the Maiden. Perhaps we will meet them soon, if you allow them the chance."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't mean I have to like the wait." Jeremy said. "I would've much preferred it if the captain had introduced himself straight away like they usually do, maybe bragged about their ship a bit and how its the best in the galaxy... Anyway, pass me my tools, would you? I wanna try and upgrade the energy output."

The robot continued to stare at him for a moment, before turning around and grabbing a small crate of tools from the floor on the other side of the room. Meanwhile, Jeremy grabbed the spear from next to his bed, letting a fraction of its electrical current pass through the blade for a moment.

However, just as Dagda approached with the crate, an announcement came over the ships intercom. Jeremy looked up to the speaker the interruption emerged from.

"It would appear the captain wishes to introduce themselves."

"Yeah, don't get cocky, big guy..." Jeremy said, with a small smile. "Just because you have all that probability assessment hardware, it doesn't mean you can read the future or anything like that. It just means you're good at guessing it."

As he spoke, he reached into the crate, pulling out something which looked a lot like a screw driver, and waved it in front of him.

"I'll just make the alterations on the way." He said. "I'm sure the captain won't mind. Now lets get moving. I wouldn't mind meeting my current limo driver."




As he made it into the mess hall, Jeremy looked around at the number of new faces, most of which he'd never seen before. He vaguely recognised the Elysian, Lorcan, as the man who'd first brought him on to the ship, but due to the fact that his engineering skills had never really been needed yet, he'd never really left his room or met the other crew members.

Still, he was a little nervous about speaking up, considering he really didn't have any idea of the kind of people they were. Because of this, he eventually decided to just sit down in one of the seats, and begin to tinker with the spear in silence.

Dagda, on the other hand, was clearly more interested in conversation, facing everyone and trying to adjust its movements to replicate friendly body language from the views of organic species.

"Greetings, I am Dagda, automated settlement assistant and defence droid. This is my companion, Jeremy. It is a pleasure to meet you all."
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Thu Nov 16, 2017 1:14 pm

May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Ryker Arion




"Hopefully no one dies today." Ryker said and looked at Kaz and was about to speak when others entered the mess hall. After Kaz was a masked Terran known as Morgan. Morgans attitude was not to Ryker's liking, but he had to admit that they knew how to do their job and that's all he asked. Once Morgan opened their mouth and spoke all Ryker could do was sigh, "Its better for business if we don't get caught... less ammo used, less money spent on restocking, which means a bigger payday."

Then the Haes'i arrived, of course Ryker saw him arrive and couldn't help but chuckle slightly when Chet-Chet spoke. Heck, even Lorcan smirked, and that was rare according to Ryker's past experiences. It was then that Dagda and Jeremy arrived.

"Finally someone actually introduces themselves. We are just waiting on a few more people before..." As he spoke, Akina entered the room and sat down quietly near the front of the table. "... I can brief you all. So please, all of you, take this time and get to know each other more. We are all working together after all."



May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Lorcan Virrieth




As soon as Ryker suggested that they all took the time to get to know each other, Lorcan just sighed. He already knew what he needed to know, and he didn't have much to tell those around him. So he just continued to sit in silence, and kept an eye on the other Elyzian in the room. He knew that look in her eyes, he knew that she may be a problem down the road. Something about her, he'd have to look into her. But until then, he'd just have to watch her carefully.

"You have a dangerous curiosity in your eye." He said and looked at the other Elyzian, "You best be careful, many in this line of work would see you as a threat that must be dealt with to ensure their safety... You're lucky I'm not one of the many."
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Postby Charlia » Thu Nov 16, 2017 2:33 pm

Faal Lot Himdah wrote:May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Lorcan Virrieth




As soon as Ryker suggested that they all took the time to get to know each other, Lorcan just sighed. He already knew what he needed to know, and he didn't have much to tell those around him. So he just continued to sit in silence, and kept an eye on the other Elyzian in the room. He knew that look in her eyes, he knew that she may be a problem down the road. Something about her, he'd have to look into her. But until then, he'd just have to watch her carefully.

"You have a dangerous curiosity in your eye." He said and looked at the other Elyzian, "You best be careful, many in this line of work would see you as a threat that must be dealt with to ensure their safety... You're lucky I'm not one of the many."
"Hmm?" She turned, and met his eyes, a small, humorless smile creeping across her face. "It wouldn't be the first time someone's seen me as a threat. If I weren't capable of being one, I would hardly be suitable for my job, would I?" She folded her arms, and for a moment seemed slightly annoyed. Get to know each other, he says. As if I need to talk to these people to know them...
Getting to know other people was hard. They asked questions, questions she couldn't answer. Simply conversing with another person was enough to make her extremely nervous, never entirely sure what they would say or do next. It could be worse, that was certainly true. But not that much worse.

I don't know... it's probably not such a good idea. I'm not here to be friends with anyone... I'm here to do my job. I'll just keep quiet for now... and if anyone talks to me, I suppose I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

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Postby Oscalantine » Thu Nov 16, 2017 7:05 pm

May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall




“Good morning, crew~” a rather cheery voice rang out as the door to the mess hall slid open.

By the look of things, however, it seemed like Nestor, the head accountant and requisitions officer on the ship, was basically ready to go to bed. The dark circles beneath his eyes were quite prominent on his pale skin. His hair was in utter mayhem after being ruffled in frustration. It was quite clear that he didn’t sleep for at least two days. On his right hand was a large empty mug and a canister of Nestor’s private coffee blend and on his left he was holding both stack of papers and his portable datapad.

Noting degree of silence, he rolled his eyes as he walked towards the cupboards with rations and flung it open for inspection. It was obvious yet equally futile effort on Nestor’s behalf to find any ration left that he could tolerate. Lips pout into a full frown, he closed the cabinet and stood in front of the coffee machine. He tossed the used filter into the nearby trash and started up the machine.

“No one has problems with using synthetic beans, right?” Nestor asked, almost rhetorically as he filled the filter without waiting for an answer. He filled his blend into the machine and let the content drip into the machine, filling the air with smell of morning brew.

“Captain, I know that I say this often enough, but you save me each time I use this coffee machine. Caffeine pills just doesn’t carry the same smell of morning coffee that every Terrans need.” Nestor said as he leaned on the wall next to the machine, placing his mug down next to the coffee machine.

“In case anyone is wondering –“ Nestor continued, “– I was tipped that cryptocurrency market will crash. This that and everything around happened, but at the end of the day I managed to save our funds from certain disaster with rather a large surplus.”

Nestor smiled proudly, but it faded quickly as he walked to the middle table and tossed the report to Ryker detailing changes in the Maiden’s funds.

“It was wholly my mistake when I was transferring funds, so I thought you deserved to know what happened. I won’t make the same mistake when I laundry the money in the future, but luckily we did end up with a few more Solars that we can use beyond basic resupplying when we dock on the station.” Nestor explained, “Again, I apologize for such an elementary mistake. I wasn’t expecting such a sudden change on the second of transfer.”

Finished explaining his lack of sleep, Nestor jumped back towards coffee machine to wait for the brew to finish dripping into the carafe.

“If I heard the conversation correctly from outside, we were in the middle of small talks, right? Since none of you drop by at my quarter, I am Nestor, the ship’s accountant and requisitions officer. I try to make sure that supplies meet both the budget and quality standards, but I tend to be biased towards Terrans, as that is what I have learned. If you need any special equipment and or want some supplies changed, drop by and let me know, and I will try to accommodate it best I can.” Nestor introduced, guessing the atmosphere from bits of conversation that he heard from outside the messhall.

Almost on que, Nestor clicked his earpiece while he waited, which turned into a hologram in front of his eyes to display a message that was just sent. He quickly scanned the contents before addressing the rest of the crew once more.

“Just don’t expect the supplies to come right away. I got confirmation that supplies we ordered will be meeting us at the station. I will try to acquire what I can from the station, but no promises.”

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Postby Free Empire of the Low Isles » Thu Nov 16, 2017 8:50 pm

Rev Rackham, Resident Old Man
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In.

Out.

Cold, recycled air filled Rev's lungs to the brim, his ribs extending to their fullest and his abdominal muscles relaxing to the point of losing definition. His ramrod straight spine bent ever so slightly to accommodate the suddenly full balloons present in his chest. Blood circulated through his veins, ending up in his lungs, hemoglobin picking up oxygen and dropping off carbon dioxide, eventually moving through his crisscrossed legs and carefully positioned arms. Meditation was something the old pirate had only recently picked up from some obscure prostitute on an even more obscure world. Along with that ancient art also came a far more ancient Asian art of sword fighting and, well, sword dancing as a way to keep up his cardio. Exercise was important at his age, especially for an active smuggler geezer like him.

As he let his lungs deflate and the air in them finally join with the rest of its molecules outside so that it could be thrown back into the recycling, Rev reached to his right and picked up the wooden sword next to him. The old man moved up to a traditional kneeling position with the replica blade held to his side as if it were in the scabbard. In a fluid motion, he rose to a standing position while taking a move forward and pulling the sword at a blazing fast speed, causing the air to rip into a keening sound before morphing into another familiar sound. The ship's intercom flicked itself on and Ryker's voice filtered into existence, reminiscent of the young man's he once had to teach how to deal with a hostile criminal underworld rather than one that was controlled almost entirely by his mother. The boy said something along the lines of go to the mess hall for a briefing, effectively saying all he needed to in order to summon the old man out of his room for the first time since the last take off.

Of course, Rev had to put on a shirt and pants first, but that was actually far more progress than anybody new on the ship would ever find out.

Rev's foot landed in the mess hall just as the self-declared new accountant was beginning his early-morning, sleep-depraved spiel about whatever crazy math skills he had been practicing throughout the night. The old man couldn't complain about the poor kid though; he himself knew the horrible shit a missed night of sleep did to your mind, not to mention he normally talked more than the kid was doing right now on a full eight hours let alone any less. That, and the little fucker was making a fresh pot of coffee, so he was already in Rev's good books. Everyone else, though, was still iffy.

The usual crowd of Akina, Lorcan, and Ryker were standing about looking official and like they were actually part of a regular crew. Rev already had his opinions on them, he had served with them for a long time. Hell, he had almost as many war stories with them present as he had with Ye Olde Ryker's Progenitor. The new faces were interesting this time around, though. First off, they had a fucking Haes'i, which how Ryker had managed to smuggle that thing aboard without alerting anyone Rev would probably never figure nor find out. He seemed a good natured bug at least, having tried to crack a joke with two of the other newbies. Those two weren't as promising as the bug and the math kid, though. They both had on some form of mask that almost fully obscured the face in one case and did fully obscure it in the other. Not to mention the voice of the latter was pretty androgynous, which already set the old pirate on edge even more than possible. Then there was a skittish kid with a robot who let the robot do the talking. Never a good sign. Finally, there were the two new broads on the ship, an icy looking Elyzian that had that 'thou-shalt-not-even-thinketh-of-me-sexily-lower-lifeform' look going on and a socially awkward and obviously sleep deprived doctor sitting at a table.

Overall, it was a better group than the last one, at least.

Taking his place near the captain, Rev adjusted himself on a table so that his form, obviously still fit despite his age and dressed in rather casual civvies, was pretty visible to all. In fact, he had a feeling that the only ones that could match him in muscle definition on the ship right now were the oldies-but-goodies of Lorcan and Ryker and maybe those two masked kids in the corner. Overall, it was just a calculated power play to see who would puff their chest out and try to take the muscle man card from him.

Or try to, as reality more often goes.

Rev glanced at Ryker with a sure smirk, his teeth whiter than the average pirate's should be, "I think we might be taking a loss on this run, Ry." he announced, quite clearly so that everyone could hear, "Most of these kids barely look like they know how to hold a pacifier, let alone the ordinance some of them are carrying. This seriously the best group you could put together?"
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Postby Darksworth » Fri Nov 17, 2017 3:46 am

"Kaz"



Kaz was slowly inching towards the cupboards of the room once more of the crew started pouring in the mess hall. As he reached his destination without anyone noticing, he began looking for anything remotely edible for a Praux or even the infamous "chocolate" bar. As he dug his hand on one of the boxes and picked out a plastic bag named "Crackers", he turned around to look at his fellows.

One thing that he gotta compliment the captain if Kaz wasn't so apathetic is that the crew was diverse. He took a quick glance around as he tried to open the bag of "crackers". The "Ryker" Terran did well with his recruitment programme, Kaz could see Elyzian, robots and androids, some bratty-looking tech-savvy Terrans and even what he presumed a Haes'i, which he only read about in the all-knowing "Atlas of Species" booklet.

Kaz walked over to the large table in the center of the mess hall and took a sit before putting his feet over the table, settling for a lazy-looking position. He heard the captain say something about "getting to know each other" but Kaz paid no mind. After a while, he finally opened the bag of crackers and tried to shove the sugar-sprinkled hard bread to his mouth, much to the folly of his actions when he realized that he has a headscarf on.

He looked menacingly at the piece of cooked bread, until he overheard the ancient-looking Terran from the other side of the table speaking with the captain in a slightly loud volume.
Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:"I think we might be taking a loss on this run, Ry. Most of these kids barely look like they know how to hold a pacifier, let alone the ordinance some of them are carrying. This seriously the best group you could put together?"


Although Kaz doesn't mind being insulted from time-to-time, he can't stand beings who judges others solely by their appearance and not by their performance, but oh well, someone has to take it for the team after all. So Kaz deeply sighed and put his feet down, faced the white-bearded Terran and spoke.

-"Woah there pardner! Hold your assumptions there!"

Kaz put the small cracker back to the plastic bag with a quick flick of his hands, and continued on with the old Terran.

-"I may look like some pickpocketeer from some off-set urban planet but I can tell you however that I can hold my own better than a Terran offspring with candy. And I'm pretty sure this goes out the same with the others!"

As he inspected the old Terran further, he noticed that he has some striking similarities with a particular pirate he found on a Wanted Poster. Coincidences? Kaz thought so.

-"So buddy, try not to judge others too much like that. It gets people to be on my bad side, and no one likes to be on my bad side. Also, you might get killed, considering the environment that were in so I'm pretty sure that good ole' Ryker wouldn't like that."

Kaz reverted back to his old position on the seat. He lifted the bag of "crackers" from his side and into the center of the table, with a loud jingle of little cooked bread going "shik-shik" and spoke with a bit of a muffled voice.

-"Hard-cooked mini-bread anybody?"
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Postby Vulnier » Fri Nov 17, 2017 5:03 am

A13X 'Alex'
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Name: Experimental Unit A13X
Status: Reactivated


That was all Alex could see, those words suddenly taking up the entirety vision before quickly disappearing. A moment later, its vision was restored, only to be replaced with more darkness. Though Alex found it odd at first, it eventually figured out why, its head was simply face down on a desk. Picking its head up from the table, Alex heard small pieces of metal fall. Looking down, he saw a disassembled rifle laying there. At first confused, Alex then recalled why he had it there.

As was standard procedure for being contracted on a new ship, Alex required itself to look over all equipment to ensure it was in peak working order. Though looking at the situation, Alex had apparently checked the wrong thing first, considering the unit blacked out over weapon maintenance. Alex would check itself next, though it calculated it had something to do with its power core, something Alex could do little about to fix.

But that was put on hold as Ryker's announcement stated there was to be a meeting, in the mess hall no less. While a bit unnerved, Alex calculated it was still a good opportunity to get acquainted with the crew. Quickly finishing the assembly of his rifle, Alex got up from his chair, until he heard a rattling noise come from his head. Then looking at the rifle, he realized it was missing a few components. Components that could fit inside a certain head module...




Knowing it was late, Alex silently walked into the mess hall, soft blue eyes glowing and ready for interaction. Looking around, Alex was surprised at the diversity of the crew, Terrans, Elyzians, masked people, a fellow robot, and even a Haes'i in the fold. But Alex was also surprised at how late it was, seeming to be the last one to arrive.

Alex scanned the crew, eventually finding the captain. "Captain Ryker," Alex said in an electronic, low voice," this unit apologizes for being late. I was experiencing technical difficulties with my power source. Inquire: Has this unit missed anything vital?"
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Postby Danceria » Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:54 am

Darksworth wrote:[size=150]-the Kaz cometh-

"This One would be inclined to agree with the Eldered One," This One began "Albeit with less...forwardness. This One is neither a telepath, nor a sage, despite any reports contrary. This One assists, in whatever manner is possible and most efficient. As such, This One may not have the explicit skills of safe breaking, breaking and entering, or generally breaking things...but that does not mean that This One, and the Praux cannot learn." This One shifted in the seat, which was designed with humanoid posteriors in mind. A slight specisism that can be easily explained by Haes'i not usually being the type to go and cause trouble. "However, it would benefit both the Eldered One's already gray-wizened hair-follicles, and perhaps the rest of the crew's other bodies, if we listen and are willing to learn. Not simply from the Captain and those like the Eldered One, who clearly have experience aboard this ship and ships in general, but no doubt, others here are also experienced. Albeit in different ways."

This One briefly dislodged-popped One's arm-appendage, to aptly reach the small mini-bread snack-food bag, before politely and efficiently selected a single bread-snack out and returned the bag to the centre of the table. "In short, it would behoove us all to learn from each other, and watch each other's backs, instead of shooting at them over petty disagreements."
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Sat Nov 18, 2017 8:33 am

May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Ryker Arion




As he waited, he listened to the rest of the crew. He wasn't just listening to pass the time, but to learn about his crew. He was also watching them, again, to learn. Hania Seren, she assumed that being a threat was the only thing important in this line of work, she still had plenty to learn mainly about trust. And Ryker knew that Lorcan saw the same thing. Then there was the doctor, Charlotte Noble. She was quiet, probably would only talk is she was talked to. Then was Nestor, good guy, real helpful to have around. The Praux, Kaz seemed to be quickly isulted, maybe due to pride or maybe he had some pretty low self esteem. Then came another one of the robots, Ryker didn't need to know much about them. The Haes'i, Chet-Chet was decent enough, Ryker always had a small admiration for the Haes'i, and form what Ryker could figure, Chet-Chet was a good Haes'i. Jeremy Lindal and his robot, both from one messed up planet, Lorcan found them, so as long as Lorcan trusted them, Ryker somewhat trusted them.

Then there was one who Ryker trusted the least, the masked Terran Morgan Shen. They were hiding their face, and possibly their voice. Someone hiding that much could never be trusted fully. And their willingness to shoot first and ask questions later really didn't get them any more trust in Ryker's eyes.

"Alex, you didn't miss anything." Ryker said, "Rev, each one of these people are good at what they do. Besides, this job should be quite easy. And Nestor, thank you for securing the supplies. Now, since everyone is here, lets talk about the job. As you may know the Alhena System is deep in the Grand Saef' Empires space, and Scichi Station is directly under the control of the GSE, as it is primarily a research station. The only reason we are being allowed to arrive at this station is that we have been hired by the GSE to ship weapons from the Scichi Station to one of the many planets on the boarder of the GSE and the Praux Brotherhood. Before you ask why the GSE is hiring a group of criminals, you need to understand their situation."

He paused, "Their planets on the boarder with the Brotherhood have been under constant raiding by Praux 'pirates'. The GSE is sick of them, especially since they believe that these 'pirates' are actually under the charge of the Brotherhood, but they lack evidence. They are afraid that if they accuse the Brotherhood, the Brotherhood will use it as a reason to wage open war. So, the best thing they can do is strengthing their defence. However, they are afraid that moving troops and supplies to their boarder will give the Brotherhood reason to declare war. So, the only way they can protect their boarder planets is by hiring people like us to move weapons to the planets, while they have their forces that are already there train local volunteers."

"When we get to the station we will split into three groups." Ryker said, "Anasatasia, Akina, Charlotte, Chet-Chet, Zarakas and Rev, I want you five to remain here on the ship. Rev, you are in charge but try not to be so... you. Nestor, Jeremy, DAGDA, Meighawra, Caolan, and Lorcan will go and get the supplies and get them to the ship. Nestor, you'll be in charge of making sure we get all our supplies to the ship, Lorcan will make sure you are safe. And finally, Morgan, A13X, Kuurramii, Drakeseer, and Seren will come with me to meet with our employers and get the cargo on board. Does everyone understand?"
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Postby Khasinkonia » Sat Nov 18, 2017 12:28 pm

Faal Lot Himdah wrote:May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Ryker Arion




As he waited, he listened to the rest of the crew. He wasn't just listening to pass the time, but to learn about his crew. He was also watching them, again, to learn. Hania Seren, she assumed that being a threat was the only thing important in this line of work, she still had plenty to learn mainly about trust. And Ryker knew that Lorcan saw the same thing. Then there was the doctor, Charlotte Noble. She was quiet, probably would only talk is she was talked to. Then was Nestor, good guy, real helpful to have around. The Praux, Kaz seemed to be quickly isulted, maybe due to pride or maybe he had some pretty low self esteem. Then came another one of the robots, Ryker didn't need to know much about them. The Haes'i, Chet-Chet was decent enough, Ryker always had a small admiration for the Haes'i, and form what Ryker could figure, Chet-Chet was a good Haes'i. Jeremy Lindal and his robot, both from one messed up planet, Lorcan found them, so as long as Lorcan trusted them, Ryker somewhat trusted them.

Then there was one who Ryker trusted the least, the masked Terran Morgan Shen. They were hiding their face, and possibly their voice. Someone hiding that much could never be trusted fully. And their willingness to shoot first and ask questions later really didn't get them any more trust in Ryker's eyes.

"Alex, you didn't miss anything." Ryker said, "Rev, each one of these people are good at what they do. Besides, this job should be quite easy. And Nestor, thank you for securing the supplies. Now, since everyone is here, lets talk about the job. As you may know the Alhena System is deep in the Grand Saef' Empires space, and Scichi Station is directly under the control of the GSE, as it is primarily a research station. The only reason we are being allowed to arrive at this station is that we have been hired by the GSE to ship weapons from the Scichi Station to one of the many planets on the boarder of the GSE and the Praux Brotherhood. Before you ask why the GSE is hiring a group of criminals, you need to understand their situation."

He paused, "Their planets on the boarder with the Brotherhood have been under constant raiding by Praux 'pirates'. The GSE is sick of them, especially since they believe that these 'pirates' are actually under the charge of the Brotherhood, but they lack evidence. They are afraid that if they accuse the Brotherhood, the Brotherhood will use it as a reason to wage open war. So, the best thing they can do is strengthing their defence. However, they are afraid that moving troops and supplies to their boarder will give the Brotherhood reason to declare war. So, the only way they can protect their boarder planets is by hiring people like us to move weapons to the planets, while they have their forces that are already there train local volunteers."

"When we get to the station we will split into three groups." Ryker said, "Anasatasia, Akina, Charlotte, Chet-Chet, and Rev, I want you five to remain here on the ship. Rev, you are in charge but try not to be so... you. Nestor, Jeremy, DAGDA, Meighawra, and Lorcan will go and get the supplies and get them to the ship. Nestor, you'll be incharge of making sure we get all our supplies to the ship, Lorcan will make sure you are safe. And finally, Morgan, A13X, Kuurramii, and Seren will come with me to meet with our employeers and get the cargo on board. Does everyone understand?"

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Kuurramii had just stood around in the mess hall, eating a small package of dehydrated vanilla ice cream and taking in the crew. Everybody seemed nice enough, and they looked like they’d be a decent crew. The masked one was a bit suspicious, but perhaps it was just an alien that much preferred to keep its face obscured from sight for one reason or another.

Then the shipnavagationerleader Captain Ryker made his announcement, and specified that they’d be going into Saef’ space. It took a moment, but she remembered she was the only true Saef’ onboard, so she figured this was a good moment to bring up her little question/statement. She raised her hand.

“I am not quite in knowledge of the abilities of the computer’s language units,” she began, “Is it a need for me to help in speech between Terran Standard and Saef’ Standard?”

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Postby Oscalantine » Sat Nov 18, 2017 7:54 pm

May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall


Nestor stood smiling his way through Rev’s comments on inadequacy of the crew. Two things quickly ran through the Luminated’s mind, former more quickly than the latter: this aged carcass of 진화과덜된 Terran does not know what he is talking about, and the man MUST surely be talking about everyone else besides Nestor, for Nestor was being useful for once and brewing a coffee. Every Terran surely loves coffee. There is no way that anyone can badmouth someone who brews coffee… surely?

Nestor let a small sign exit his mouth as masked man creeped back after grabbing something from the cupboard. He rubbed his eyes as if to feign his sleepiness, but he was quite disappointed at himself for reacting to such a minor comment. Nestor was trained by the Genesis Division to ensure that not even in his thoughts he will let his racism escape. Still, Nestor was a Terran. However advanced and powerful he was, he is still Terran. He has to feel something. Covering his thought with coffee was automatic defense mechanism to drown himself away from further exploring his own thoughts.

If anyone was bothering to read my thoughts: sorry you had to see such a rude side of me~ Nestor thought, wondering if there was someone on the ship capable of reading Nestor’s minds.

Regardless, Ryker decided to not comment on his mishap, to which Nestor allowed his concerns of possible mindreaders slide. He listened to Ryker’s briefing on the situation, to which he started his own investigation. Flipping on his datapad, Nestor integrated his suit’s sensors to take note of everything that Ryker said on real-time while he searched the database on his contacts. There was something that he was missing: a missing link that probably will connect with the information that Ryker said.

As Ryker was giving directions to Rev, Nestor, and himself, Nestor finally found the information that he needed; just in time for the coffee machine to ring that the brew has finished filled the carafe. Taking another cup besides his own from the cupboard, he filled the mug and walked towards the middle table. He placed the datapad face up on the table, which started to bring up a hologram of his supplier that he was supposed to meet. Nestor started to walk towards Rev’s side as he began to explain himself.

“This is my supplier, Captain Trent, self-employed merchant and captain of the ship Dirty Thirty. He runs a lucrative medium-scale business between Terran space and GSE.”

The hologram then flicked from the mugshot of Trent to a galaxy map of GSE with flickering red dots and a single yellow dot. The red dots were clearly on the other side of GSE from the yellow dot, which was near the border between GSE and Brotherhood.

“The red dots signify where our good supplier usually does the business, and the yellow dot signifies where we are now. Obviously, Trent is going out of his way to meet us.” Nestor continued.

“Interesting thing is that I don’t know this Trent guy. He is just a random person that insisted that he carry our supply all the way away from my previous supplier.”

Next slide that hologram showed was the specification of Dirty Thirty, which was a large Sydow Industries prisoner ship repurposed into a cargo ship.

“It seems obvious enough what Trent wants to do. I would also venture a guess that he is relatively new, since the Brotherhood doesn’t like to keep their contacts for long. Most likely Trent will refuel here, and then go to pick up his real cargo.”

Nestor arrived at the other side of the table, where he placed the mug in front of Rev, smiling slightly as if to prove his usefulness through this one cup.

“I am not sure how this information will be useful to this mission specifically, but it seems like a good opportunity to earn some leverage against our employer. The odds that the Brotherhood may be using this hopeless idiot to haul their Saef slaves captured from their recent pirate activities are high.”

After explaining his supplier, he went back towards the coffee machine and poured into his own mug. The datapad continued to flick between relevant information on Trent and his cargo ship that Nestor could find.

“Don’t worry too much about GSE catching this fool on their own and connecting this back to us, captain,” Nestor commented, “I already guessed that no Terrans on their right mind would ‘insist’ supplying someone like us in the middle of Saef space, so I have proper documentation to prove our innocence and frame my previous supplier responsible for dumping this idiot on us. But it won’t hurt to let the authorities know what’s what if push comes to shove, hence me sharing this information during our briefing.”
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Sat Nov 18, 2017 8:02 pm

May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Ryker Arion




"We will be using Galactic standard, which just so happens to be Terran standard, the old language of English." Ryker said, "So no, you aren't going to be needed for translating. The GSE however is uneasy about working with non-Saef', and even more so with letting us in to the station. Basically, you're going to be coming with my group so that the process of getting the cargo from the GSE officials can go much smoother... hopefully."

He then looked at Nestor, "Your supplier there is not working for the Brotherhood. And as for the Brotherhood keeping contacts, there is a reason very few successful mercenary groups and smugglers avoid doing work for them, they are more likely to kill you over a small mistake than anyone else. Besides, the Brotherhood never trusts third parties with their 'pirate' activities. Also, if he was involved in slavery, you should know I would not want to do any business with him."
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Postby Forest State » Sat Nov 18, 2017 9:41 pm

MORGAN SHEN

Morgan looked around with anticipation, and a bit of nerves and maybe even unease about the upcoming job, as she watched the others notice her arrival. She grinned under her mask at Chet-Chet’s remark, pointing to him in acknowledgement and nodding slightly. “All I’m gonna say is, it would be a real shame if you ended up not having anything to do, and sometimes you need people like me to make sure that doesn’t happen,” she said, and she leaned against the wall as she waited for further instructions to come. She wasn’t really one for introductions, she stayed back and watched the others, and specifically the members of the crew who were her superiors.

Ryker didn’t seem completely in trust of her, and maybe that was understandable, or maybe she was just being overly jumpy and misreading the looks that she was getting from him. When you had a shoot first mentality and a lot of enemies because of your profession, you looked at everyone sideways and assumed that they were out to hurt you. But she would just have to win Ryker’s trust through her actions, if her resume wasn’t enough to do that. “That’s fine, boss,” she said. “But please, stop looking at me like I’m about to sink a knife in your back. Not everyone in my profession wants to show their face, thank you very much. Not when you have so many people who would like to hurt you in revenge…”
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Postby Danceria » Sat Nov 18, 2017 10:22 pm

07:20hrs Standard Earth Time (SET), May 13, 2543 CE
A rather clean Mess Hall, aboard the Celestial Maiden


"Indeed, please ensure that the advesary medics have their hand-appendages full." While a rather grim statement, it was an unfortunate reality. There would be conflict. There would be loss of life. It was This One's responsibility to ensure not only Oneself lived, but This One's friends as well. "The Saef' brings up a point. No doubt the GSE would be using Saef' telepathic links in order to secure and communicate with each other. This will no doubt be doubled with a research station, and be a large hindrance to our operations. This One trusts you have a solution for this? If not, This One, and perhaps the Saef, can provide assistance..."
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Postby Darksworth » Sun Nov 19, 2017 6:14 am

"Kaz"



Faal Lot Himdah wrote:May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Ryker Arion




As he waited, he listened to the rest of the crew. He wasn't just listening to pass the time, but to learn about his crew. He was also watching them, again, to learn. Hania Seren, she assumed that being a threat was the only thing important in this line of work, she still had plenty to learn mainly about trust. And Ryker knew that Lorcan saw the same thing. Then there was the doctor, Charlotte Noble. She was quiet, probably would only talk is she was talked to. Then was Nestor, good guy, real helpful to have around. The Praux, Kaz seemed to be quickly isulted, maybe due to pride or maybe he had some pretty low self esteem. Then came another one of the robots, Ryker didn't need to know much about them. The Haes'i, Chet-Chet was decent enough, Ryker always had a small admiration for the Haes'i, and form what Ryker could figure, Chet-Chet was a good Haes'i. Jeremy Lindal and his robot, both from one messed up planet, Lorcan found them, so as long as Lorcan trusted them, Ryker somewhat trusted them.

Then there was one who Ryker trusted the least, the masked Terran Morgan Shen. They were hiding their face, and possibly their voice. Someone hiding that much could never be trusted fully. And their willingness to shoot first and ask questions later really didn't get them any more trust in Ryker's eyes.

"Alex, you didn't miss anything." Ryker said, "Rev, each one of these people are good at what they do. Besides, this job should be quite easy. And Nestor, thank you for securing the supplies. Now, since everyone is here, lets talk about the job. As you may know the Alhena System is deep in the Grand Saef' Empires space, and Scichi Station is directly under the control of the GSE, as it is primarily a research station. The only reason we are being allowed to arrive at this station is that we have been hired by the GSE to ship weapons from the Scichi Station to one of the many planets on the boarder of the GSE and the Praux Brotherhood. Before you ask why the GSE is hiring a group of criminals, you need to understand their situation."

He paused, "Their planets on the boarder with the Brotherhood have been under constant raiding by Praux 'pirates'. The GSE is sick of them, especially since they believe that these 'pirates' are actually under the charge of the Brotherhood, but they lack evidence. They are afraid that if they accuse the Brotherhood, the Brotherhood will use it as a reason to wage open war. So, the best thing they can do is strengthing their defence. However, they are afraid that moving troops and supplies to their boarder will give the Brotherhood reason to declare war. So, the only way they can protect their boarder planets is by hiring people like us to move weapons to the planets, while they have their forces that are already there train local volunteers."

"When we get to the station we will split into three groups." Ryker said, "Anasatasia, Akina, Charlotte, Chet-Chet, and Rev, I want you five to remain here on the ship. Rev, you are in charge but try not to be so... you. Nestor, Jeremy, DAGDA, Meighawra, and Lorcan will go and get the supplies and get them to the ship. Nestor, you'll be incharge of making sure we get all our supplies to the ship, Lorcan will make sure you are safe. And finally, Morgan, A13X, Kuurramii, and Seren will come with me to meet with our employeers and get the cargo on board. Does everyone understand?"


Kaz was carefully examining the Haes'i and the familiar-looking ancient Terran named "Rev" when the captain was saying his orders. His attention was diverted however when he hears Ryker mention that the mission would be involving the Praux Brotherhood and the Saef. Kaz quickly leaned over to the captain's side to listen in.

As Ryker finished and his other crew mates began to respond, Kaz slowly sunk himself into his mind. His first mission in the Maiden would have something to do with the Saef and the Praux which was an interesting situation in itself already. And especially with the Brotherhood? This dinner just turned itself into a feast!

Kaz's reputation with the Praux Brotherhood was more or less neutral, he has betrayed and swindled them, and he has also made some good deals and business with them. Although they were not the bunch you want to mess with, their connections to the community of infamy and crime makes them more powerful in the international stage than what they appear. They are clever in their ways around business, albeit dangerous as well. Though no matter how much Tri-star golds they pay him, Kaz would always have a special area in his hatred reserved for the Praux Brotherhood. After all, he was a slave under their rule once.

As everyone was moving around and doing galaxy-knows-what, Kaz slowly walked over the captain and spoke with a rough and slightly muffled voice.

-"Hey boss, bout' me? I noticed that we are gonna deal with some Praux here, maybe I can help."
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Tue Nov 21, 2017 9:51 am

May 13, 2543 CE
The Celestial Maiden, Mess Hall
Ryker Arion




"Fair enough." Ryker said and looked at Morgan, "I can't make you remove your mask, but I doubt anyone on this ship has a personal vendetta against you. I can say the same thing for Kaz. Hiding your face just brings with it an air of suspicion that can not be avoided in this line of work. And Kaz, I am going to have you stay here on the ship. We are dealing with the Saef' after all and you are Praux... I want to avoid any sort of misunderstanding. Chet-Chet, it seems you have misunderstood the nature of this job. We are not attacking or robbing the GSE, we are doing a job for them. We are picking up their weapons and shipping those weapons for them. We have no reason to worry about the Saef' Grand Consciousness. Unless one of you does something to piss them off."
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Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)

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Postby Theyra » Tue Nov 21, 2017 9:05 pm

The Celestial Maiden
Mess Hall
Zarakas Urrus


Zarakas was sitting in the mess hall and was quiet so far. He was wearing his normal attire with his warhammer at his side. Zarakas was thinking about the job and about his teammates. Though he was kinda surprised that no one really seem to noticed him enter the mess hall. Which Zarakas was fine with and choose to be quiet. Zarakas choose this time to get a look of his new teammates. "So a couple of humans, two Elyzians, two Saef, a Praux, and some robots", Zarakas thought to himself. He thought that this was a rather diverse team but, some things seem off. Mainly in some of his new teammates rather than the mission. The mission seems easy to do, just get the cargo from the station and deliver it to one of the planets on the border. Plus, it is a legitimate job, no hiding or lying to people. He should not really be needed if everything goes as planned, which he kinda didn't like. He preferred action in jobs but, since the job doesn't call for it to succeed. Zarakas will have to deal with it, among the other things he has too since leaving Yorira.

Zarakas started to think about the teammates that seemed off, or at least had concerns with. Mainly, Nestor the human who handled the supply drop. It was odd that Nestor did not tell the captain about the good chance the supplier was working with slavers. Considering that he should have known that the captain did not like slavers. Then again, the chances that supplier is working with slavers seem very, very low given on how the Brotherhood operate. Which Nestor did not seem to know and Zarakas thought that Nestor is either green(greenhorn) or it was a slip up. Or maybe something else....... though it is too early to tell really. Zarakas wondered why Chet-Chet thought they would be........ attacking their employers? That seem weird unless he.... misheard somehow?

Besides that, he felt like this is going to be a easy but boring mission. Regardless, Zarakas would be alert just in case. It never hurt to be ready at a moment's notice and more so in this line of work. He kept quiet as the others talked and continued to think to himself.

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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Thu Nov 23, 2017 12:10 pm

May 13, 2543 CE, about 0805 SET
Hanger 3, Scichi Station, Scichi B1
Alhena System, GSE Space
Ryker Arion




After the briefing, Ryker went back to the bridge and waited. When they arrived in the Alhena system, Ryker made contact with the station and got cleared for landing. Upon landing, Ryker went to his quarters and grabbed his weapons before making his way off the ship and into the Hanger, there he was approached by a male Saef' official, and some guards. Some other guards stood beside the door to the rest of the station with a table next to them.

"Welcome to Scichi, Captain Arion." The Saef' official said as he greeted him, "My name is Vyrbor Urebath, the director of this research station. We have been waiting for your arrival. I must insist that you leave your weapons with the guards."

"Fair enough." Ryker said and looked back as he waited for the rest of those who were going on to the station to gather.
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Charlia wrote:Faal Lot Himdah - A wizard. Possibly evil. Seen associating with Charlia, who baas at him a lot when he doesn't feed her enough. #BlameVoid

Kuhlfros wrote:Fall Lot Himdah=Alakazam (May or May not have to do with Merlin)

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Postby Charlia » Fri Nov 24, 2017 6:25 pm

Seren followed behind Ryker as he greeted the Saef' official, her eyes roving across him and the guards and taking everything in. Her thoughts were somewhat thrown off by his words about leaving their weapons, which caused a near-imperceptible frown to cross her face. Of course, she thought with a flicker of annoyance. It never changes.
It was easier for her to stay on the ship. That was good.

It was even better, in her mind, that Chet-Chet had also been ordered to stay on the ship. Despite the creature's unsettling appearance, and the size of it, she was more comfortable around the bug-like alien than she was most of the other members of the crew--any of them, really.

Even after so long...

...How long has it been? I don't remember. It feels like forever, but at the same time...

I suppose it doesn't really matter, does it?

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Postby Forest State » Fri Nov 24, 2017 9:51 pm

MORGAN SHEN

Morgan followed Ryker and as she did, she was thinking about his words from earlier. She was thinking about it for two reasons. For one, she was wondering if it was still a good idea to hide her actual gender. Second, she wondered if anyone here actually did have a grudge against her because of her work. It was a small galaxy, after all, and she wondered if any of her new crewmates had been affected by her work as a hunter. She hadn’t fought any of them, of course, but there was still a chance she had captured someone’s family member or friend. And while the entire galaxy could feel pretty small at times, the underworld was like that to a bigger extent.

She stopped and was pulled out of her thoughts when they arrived and they met with the man that said they needed to leave their weapons with the guards. That pissed Morgan off, and she tried hard to not show it through her body language. “Hey, woah, let’s not make any extreme rules, alright? I don’t plan on shooting anybody, but I have to be able to defend myself if things go south. I’m a security guard, after all, how can I do my job with no weapon? Can’t I keep one of them?”
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