by The Twelve Isles » Mon Oct 08, 2018 8:50 am
by Dragos Bee » Mon Oct 08, 2018 4:45 pm
by Kelmet » Mon Oct 08, 2018 5:30 pm
by Sterkistan » Mon Oct 08, 2018 5:58 pm
by Rupudska » Mon Oct 08, 2018 6:50 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by The Twelve Isles » Tue Oct 09, 2018 8:24 am
Kelmet wrote:Dr. Sebastian "Bass" Monroe
-SNIP-
" Mr Petrov apologies for my tardiness. Doctor Sebastian Monroe at your service."
Rupudska wrote:[b]Tiau System, New Prauge City Space Port
MacDougalDougal, Dougal, and Dougal MacDougal's Tavern
Approximately that same time
"Maira d'Ierunan, daughter o' the proud and noble Clan o' u'Oriunn, at yer engineerin' service."
by Rodez » Tue Oct 09, 2018 3:37 pm
by The Twelve Isles » Tue Oct 09, 2018 4:15 pm
Rodez wrote:Tiau System, New Prague City Space Port,
Elias Therrion, freelance pilot
"You wanna test 'em?"
Elias Therrion weighed the flashbang grenade in his gloved hands, and glanced up at the elderly arms vendor, who was gazing at him expectantly.
"These are Pattern 4's, right?"
The old man scratched his beard. "Sure as the void is black, yep."
Pocketing the thing, Eli dug into his coat and spread a plethora of credits out on the counter. "Three more, please."
"Woah there," the merchant furrowed his bushy white eyebrows and pushed the credits back towards Elias. "How do you even know they work? That's an old design - you've got some prior experience with them or something? Let me show you a new-."
Eli held up a hand to cut him off. "That won't be necessary, friend. The pattern 4's will do."
Looking at him skeptically, the old man counted up the credits and fetched the desired product from the rear of his shabby store, clinging to the edge of the New Prague docks. He returned in short order and laid out the flashbangs for Eli to attach to his belt. "You some kinda war veteran?"
"Yeah, Kundell."
The old man just laughed. "Look at you! Did you fight a battle at age six? Kundell War! Hah!" He shook his head and returned to wiping clean a counter which was impossibly caked over with grease and oil. Elias merely sighed, picked up his grenades, and left.
Out in the wider environs of New Prague, Elias was merely another spacer, which was just as he preferred it. There were innumerable beings passing every which way on one manner of business or another. Most were humans, New Prague being a human city, but plenty of other races were represented in the hustle and bustle that existed at all space ports.
Elias kept walking until he caught sight of the ship that marked his employer's designated meeting spot. He glanced at his watch. A few minutes late. Nothing to be concerned about.
There was a collection of figures gathered about the ramp. Elias surmised that these would be his traveling companions - he noted with interest that one was a Giokeni.
Pulling down his hood as he approached, so as not to appear threatening, Elias gave a slight nod to the group in general. "Apologies for being late," he said. "Elias Therrion's the name. You can call me Eli." His gaze swept around from person to person. "Who's in charge here?"
by Sterkistan » Tue Oct 09, 2018 6:05 pm
The Twelve Isles wrote:“That you did,” said Valentin, turning from Monroe. “I take it you must be our Mr Seravee,” he continued. “I am Valentin Petrov, and this is my associate and our expeditions captain, Isra Daoud.”
Isra for once did not smile. She couldn't place it, but the man seemed out of place, even more so than Valentin. However, it was a different way. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said, keeping with the niceties, and trying to make herself not come across as rude as Valentin often times did. But still, she couldn't get past the immediate sense that there was something off about the newcomer.
by Brusia » Wed Oct 10, 2018 12:12 pm
by Rupudska » Wed Oct 10, 2018 3:42 pm
The Twelve Isles wrote:Isra liked this one. She had the air of a fellow spacer about her, all adventure and grease. She got the distinct impression that the they had the potential of being two peas in a pod. She grinned in amusement as the Giokeni bowed in an overly comical and overwrought manner, announcing her name and clan.
“And I,” responded Isra with and equally ridiculous bow, her cloak thrown over her shoulder like an adventurer from some scummy dime novel, “am Captain Isra, of the lowly and poor family Daoud, commander of the fine ship Valen Sky.” She straightened back up before gesturing at Valentin. “And this is my, or all of our, beneficiary and employer, Mr Valentin, of the great and noble house Petrov.”
Valentin, for his first impression, did not like this one. She was late, and had he felt made a fool of herself and by extension him with her ridiculous entrance, and had even managed to entice the good captain into acting in an equally derisive manner. “Im glad we could have you aboard,” he said, and nothing more.
Isra frowned, but did not say anything to Valentin. “Ah, forget him, he’s just grumpy because no one ever taught him how to have fun. I’m glad we can have you on the team.” She smiled again, and extended her hand to shake.
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Kelmet » Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:48 pm
“Oh look, here comes another,” said Isra as Monroe approached. Valentin looked on disapprovingly. It was far past when he considered to be the acceptable time to arrive. The man appeared to be of similar age, but his name meant nothing to Isra. Valentin however, seemed to have some understanding of who had arrived.
“Dr Monroe,” he said. In the world of Old Earth Studies, Dr Monroe was a known name. He was a fresh face, but an up and coming man, with the skills and tenacity to possibly help break the study to the mainstream. “There is no need to be sorry for your tardiness, it is quite alright,” said Valentin, though it was clear from his tone that his feelings on the matter were mixed to say the least. He extended his hand to shake, before gesturing at Isra and continuing, “this is Captain Isra Daoud. It is her ship we will be using, and as a result she is effectively our co expedition leader.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Isra. “I’m glad we can have you along.” She said so with a pleasant tone, but in her head she was sizing Monroe up. He seemed soft like Valentin, but different as well. More malleable, like he was able to adapt to difficulties when the need arose.
by The Twelve Isles » Wed Oct 10, 2018 8:50 pm
Rupudska wrote:The Twelve Isles wrote:Isra liked this one. She had the air of a fellow spacer about her, all adventure and grease. She got the distinct impression that the they had the potential of being two peas in a pod. She grinned in amusement as the Giokeni bowed in an overly comical and overwrought manner, announcing her name and clan.
“And I,” responded Isra with and equally ridiculous bow, her cloak thrown over her shoulder like an adventurer from some scummy dime novel, “am Captain Isra, of the lowly and poor family Daoud, commander of the fine ship Valen Sky.” She straightened back up before gesturing at Valentin. “And this is my, or all of our, beneficiary and employer, Mr Valentin, of the great and noble house Petrov.”
Valentin, for his first impression, did not like this one. She was late, and had he felt made a fool of herself and by extension him with her ridiculous entrance, and had even managed to entice the good captain into acting in an equally derisive manner. “Im glad we could have you aboard,” he said, and nothing more.
Isra frowned, but did not say anything to Valentin. “Ah, forget him, he’s just grumpy because no one ever taught him how to have fun. I’m glad we can have you on the team.” She smiled again, and extended her hand to shake.
Maira shrugged. "Innellectuals're all the same if they're out here, eh?" She grinned as she took Isra's hand. "Glad ta be on th' team. 'Aven' ha' a proppa payin' job this big in years."
She ignored Valentin of course. If he was going to be cool towards her, she didn't mind. Or care - he was the paying customer, and a scholar to boot. His and her worlds were metaphorically and literally as different as could conceivably be, and the chances of them meeting except in the galley or on payday were quite slim.
Unless he did something quite stupid, or just wandered into the engine room. Which would just not do - the engine room was a place solely for engineers like herself, and she wouldn't have any nobs running around it.
Kelmet wrote:“Oh look, here comes another,” said Isra as Monroe approached. Valentin looked on disapprovingly. It was far past when he considered to be the acceptable time to arrive. The man appeared to be of similar age, but his name meant nothing to Isra. Valentin however, seemed to have some understanding of who had arrived.
“Dr Monroe,” he said. In the world of Old Earth Studies, Dr Monroe was a known name. He was a fresh face, but an up and coming man, with the skills and tenacity to possibly help break the study to the mainstream. “There is no need to be sorry for your tardiness, it is quite alright,” said Valentin, though it was clear from his tone that his feelings on the matter were mixed to say the least. He extended his hand to shake, before gesturing at Isra and continuing, “this is Captain Isra Daoud. It is her ship we will be using, and as a result she is effectively our co expedition leader.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Isra. “I’m glad we can have you along.” She said so with a pleasant tone, but in her head she was sizing Monroe up. He seemed soft like Valentin, but different as well. More malleable, like he was able to adapt to difficulties when the need arose.
"A true pleasure. Were can I unpack my things?"
Brusia wrote:Dr. Theanor Jarak
Tiau System
New Prague City Spaceport
As he moved about through the crowded spaceport, Dr. Theanor Jarak peered over and around the meandering groups of people in an attempt to spot the berth where he had been instructed to meet with his new employers. Though he'd grown somewhat accustomed to these sorts of crowded, disorganized areas in his recent travels, the constant loud noises in such places still irritated him, and at this point the thought of taking a ship back out to the quiet vacuum of space was growing more and more appealing. It took a bit more searching, but eventually he found the ship he was looking for and began to approach the group of people gathered near it.
While he was still not terribly familiar with human naming conventions, it wasn't too difficult to guess which of the group were likely the ship's Captain and which was the expedition's financier based on their clothing and what he could observe of their body language, microexpressions, and general attitudes. For his part, Theanor's elegant and durable Quihansu clothing more closely resembled the financier's outfit, while his more humble disposition looked closer to that of the Captain's. As he broke from the crowd and approached the group, Theanor politely and gracefully bowed his head then gave a traditional Quihansu greeting: "Jolan'suila, I am Dr. Theanor Jarak; I believe I was hired to serve as the physician for this vessel." He shifted the duffel bag currently hanging from a strap on his shoulder a little then looked to Isra and Valentin respectively before asking: "Are you Captain Daoud and Mr. Petrov?"
Sterkistan wrote:The Twelve Isles wrote:“That you did,” said Valentin, turning from Monroe. “I take it you must be our Mr Seravee,” he continued. “I am Valentin Petrov, and this is my associate and our expeditions captain, Isra Daoud.”
Isra for once did not smile. She couldn't place it, but the man seemed out of place, even more so than Valentin. However, it was a different way. “Pleasure to meet you,” she said, keeping with the niceties, and trying to make herself not come across as rude as Valentin often times did. But still, she couldn't get past the immediate sense that there was something off about the newcomer.
Alistair Seravee
Tiau System, New Prague City Space Port
Alistair put his wrist down, nodding at both Captain Isra and Valentin. He was glad the client didn't ask too many questions or expect many answers from him. He may have been a stuck-up rich kid to the bone, with credits hanging from his ears. But he knew who's details should be left undisturbed. However, the look of distrust on the Captain's face, as well as the constant analytical glances from the ship's Captain had told Alistair that his client hadn't told the ship's owner they'd be paying for muscle. And that always caused problems. Because no matter who you were hiring, you always told the Captain about every single person and object coming onto their ship.
He excused himself from the introductions by stepping back from the group and walking up the ramp into the ship. He looked around, finding himself a good little perch near the speeder bikes, a small stack of assorted, and possibly empty crates. He sat down on one of the crates, looking over at the group. He had an inkling to tell the Captain about his hired role, but from the looks she was giving him, that conversation would happen whether he started it or not.
by Sterkistan » Wed Oct 10, 2018 11:52 pm
The Twelve Isles wrote:"So tell me," said Isra, coming up to Alistair. Her cheer, ever present in the meeting of the crew, was suddenly gone and replaced with a cold, hard, calculating expression. "What is it that brings you to us? Because, while I mean no offence, you seem a little rougher than the rest around here, and I generally like to know who it is that is getting on my ship." Throughout her sentence, Isra was resting her wrist on her pistol, but never actually putting her hand on it.
by Dragos Bee » Thu Oct 11, 2018 12:18 am
by The Twelve Isles » Fri Oct 12, 2018 8:02 am
Sterkistan wrote:The Twelve Isles wrote:"So tell me," said Isra, coming up to Alistair. Her cheer, ever present in the meeting of the crew, was suddenly gone and replaced with a cold, hard, calculating expression. "What is it that brings you to us? Because, while I mean no offence, you seem a little rougher than the rest around here, and I generally like to know who it is that is getting on my ship." Throughout her sentence, Isra was resting her wrist on her pistol, but never actually putting her hand on it.
Alistair Seravee
Tiau System, New Prague City Space Port
Right on cue, Isra made her way toward Alistair. The cheer from before sapped away and replaced with business. He wasn't going to sugarcoat it or mince his words, he'd been on ships with captain's who didn't like him. Needless to say it got pretty old pretty fast.
He jammed his thumb in Valentin's direction.
"He's why I'm here, paid me to be the 'muscle' as he called it."
His cloak wound into his armour plates, and he visually showed his armament, also handing over his weapons registration and carry details.
"I'm not his lapdog. I'm just here to make sure you don't get offed by some band of pirates."
He leaned back up against the wall,
"You want specifics you gotta take it up with him, I only know what I've been paid to know."
Dragos Bee wrote:Ascot Rider
Ascot looked over the flood of new hires; can the ship really take so many without being cramped? Especially with the crews' quarters being able to take four people each. Nevertheless, looking at Doctor Monroe, the sixteen-year old made a decision to help the archaeologist; if he roomed with the guy, it would mean that he'd be around someone who was both intelligent and non-jerkish. So he walked up to the man and cleared his throat once more.
The armored boy might be a strange sight as he spoke, "Greetings, my name is Ascot Rider, Artificial Psionic Human Indenture; can I help you with your luggage?"
A smile as the young man showed off once more, causing Doctor Monroe's bags to float of the ground slowly; this time, this show of telekenesis would not be ignored. He had not spent time practicing how to use his implants just to have them brushed off; Ascot Rider was well-aware that he needed to establish himself as an equal member of the crew. He the said to Monroe, "Now, let's go inside the ship -"
The mercenary, Alistair, introduced himself as Valentin's 'hired muscle', though not a direct lapdog. Well this was interesting. As he waited for the door to open for Monroe and him so they can deposit the latter's bags, he would turn to the latter and quip, "Funny, Mr. Seravee; I think I was hired to be the same! Guess we'll be working together as part of this crew, then?"
Ascot flicked his right thumb and index finger, and Alistair would feel a slight tap on his forehead. He then smiled. "I don't want to pick a fight, but let me tell you this beforehand: My freedom depends on this voyage's success. So if you have any ulterior motives, shed them."
Hypocritical advice; Ascot totally had ulterior motives for going on this voyage, and wasn't planning on waiting for it to 'succeed' before taking his freedom. But the boy was doing more than try and establish his skills, show off his psionic powers, and proclaim loyalty to the crew: He was also fishing for compassion; fishing for proof that the crew was not worth leaving to rot at the first opportunity.
by Kelmet » Fri Oct 12, 2018 5:13 pm
Isra turned to Ascot as he approached with Monroe and his bags. He not only looked like a kid, but even seemed to be one at heart, flashing his psionics around and showing off. Valentin showed little interest in any of them, but Isra was feeling increasingly unsure of the two members of their “Security Detail.” Alastair seemed like he was hiding something, and the kid was Myriad. One did not grow up and live their entire lives in space and not develop a healthy fear of the Myriad Star Corporation. It seemed like every port she came to in the Outer Systems had some bar somewhere where the patrons were all gossiping like old wives about Myriad. Some said they had eyes and ears in every major settlement in the Hegemony. Some said that they were secretly a Shvii run company, building sleeper cells so that Humans could never gain power over them and would remain their enforcers forever. And still the most common, and most likely to be true, was the stories of white suited people coming to poor settlements, and stealing children away to make them into killing machines.
Isra rubbed the back of her head as she watched Asco and Monroe pass, a gesture that on most would make one seem shy or friendly, but for her only managed to muss her hair even more severely than it already was. “Hey,” she said to Ascot, “where is it that you come from kid?”
by Sterkistan » Fri Oct 12, 2018 6:09 pm
The Twelve Isles wrote:“Isra breathed in but did not immediately respond. She didn't like his attitude, all tough talk like he was trying to prove something, but said nothing of it. As long as it didn’t become a problem, it was something she would overlook. She glanced over his registration information and carry papers, which all looked to be in order for Confederacy specs, making him a legally registered mercenary. Still, there was something about him that perked Isra’s discomfort, making her worried that he may be trying something. All of him seemed too private.
“Alright,” she said, handing his registration back to him. “You're hired by the guy who hired me, so I can't say anything. But, I just feel like I should be honest. You give me a weird vibe, and I don't trust you. As long as you cause no problems, we’ll have no problems, but I've still got my eye on you in particular.” She nodded to him and threw the cloak back over her pistol in a gesture of the confrontation being over.
“If you know anything about speeders,” she said to Alastair as she walked away, “that cargo speeder on the left wall has been having some trouble. I wouldn't be opposed if you gave it look over.”
Isra turned to Ascot as he approached with Monroe and his bags. He not only looked like a kid but even seemed to be one at heart, flashing his psionics around and showing off. Valentin showed little interest in any of them, but Isra was feeling increasingly unsure of the two members of their “Security Detail.” Alastair seemed like he was hiding something, and the kid was Myriad. One did not grow up and live their entire lives in space and not develop a healthy fear of the Myriad Star Corporation. It seemed like every port she came to in the Outer Systems had some bar somewhere where the patrons were all gossiping like old wives about Myriad. Some said they had eyes and ears in every major settlement in the Hegemony. Some said that they were secretly a Shvii run company, building sleeper cells so that Humans could never gain power over them and would remain their enforcers forever. And still the most common, and most likely to be true, was the stories of white suited people coming to poor settlements, and stealing children away to make them into killing machines.
Isra rubbed the back of her head as she watched Asco and Monroe pass, a gesture that on most would make one seem shy or friendly, but for her only managed to muss her hair even more severely than it already was. “Hey,” she said to Ascot, “where is it that you come from kid?”
Dragos Bee wrote:Ascot Rider
Ascot looked over the flood of new hires; can the ship really take so many without being cramped? Especially with the crews' quarters being able to take four people each. Nevertheless, looking at Doctor Monroe, the sixteen-year old made a decision to help the archaeologist; if he roomed with the guy, it would mean that he'd be around someone who was both intelligent and non-jerkish. So he walked up to the man and cleared his throat once more.
The armored boy might be a strange sight as he spoke, "Greetings, my name is Ascot Rider, Artificial Psionic Human Indenture; can I help you with your luggage?"
A smile as the young man showed off once more, causing Doctor Monroe's bags to float of the ground slowly; this time, this show of telekenesis would not be ignored. He had not spent time practicing how to use his implants just to have them brushed off; Ascot Rider was well-aware that he needed to establish himself as an equal member of the crew. He the said to Monroe, "Now, let's go inside the ship -"
The mercenary, Alistair, introduced himself as Valentin's 'hired muscle', though not a direct lapdog. Well this was interesting. As he waited for the door to open for Monroe and him so they can deposit the latter's bags, he would turn to the latter and quip, "Funny, Mr. Seravee; I think I was hired to be the same! Guess we'll be working together as part of this crew, then?"
Ascot flicked his right thumb and index finger, and Alistair would feel a slight tap on his forehead. He then smiled. "I don't want to pick a fight, but let me tell you this beforehand: My freedom depends on this voyage's success. So if you have any ulterior motives, shed them."
Hypocritical advice; Ascot totally had ulterior motives for going on this voyage, and wasn't planning on waiting for it to 'succeed' before taking his freedom. But the boy was doing more than try and establish his skills, show off his psionic powers, and proclaim loyalty to the crew: He was also fishing for compassion; fishing for proof that the crew was not worth leaving to rot at the first opportunity.
by Dragos Bee » Fri Oct 12, 2018 10:37 pm
by The Twelve Isles » Sat Oct 13, 2018 10:10 pm
by Rodez » Sun Oct 14, 2018 4:08 pm
The Twelve Isles wrote:"Great! Im glad to hear it," she said, patting Valentin on the shoulder, "now let give the crew a tour of the ship shall we?"
Isra turned on her heel, facing the crew assembled at the edge of the Valen Sky's ramp around the boxes and carts of supplies that were still left over.
"Alrighty y'all," she said, clapping her hands together to get everyone attention. "I think that we're all here, so why don't we take a tour why don't we?"
by Dragos Bee » Sun Oct 14, 2018 5:52 pm
by The Twelve Isles » Sun Oct 14, 2018 9:17 pm
Rodez wrote:Elias Therrion
Elias took up a position next to Valentin and watched the remainder of the introductions unfold. He almost spoke up when Ascot and Alistair had their kerfuffle, but decided against it. Even though they hadn't come to blows or anything like that, the little interaction still worried him. They couldn't have their two mercenaries at loggerheads, or the expedition was all but doomed to failure.
Still, he wasn't going to insert himself. He wasn't a man who went out and picked fights.
"Shut the fuck up," Isra said.
Elias turned as a new confrontation erupted between Valentin and Isra erupted. He scooted away a few paces so as to be out of the way of Isra, the ship's captain. She was unloading the full brunt of her anger on the wealthy student, not holding back in the slightest. He watched her, admiring. Over the long decades, he had seen the deleterious effects on crew morale that poor officers had. Although the Valen Sky was not any sort of naval vessel, and this wasn't a war, the same basic principle applied. Their success largely hinged on Isra's ability to keep people in line, and Elias noted approvingly that Ms. Daoud was skillfully doing just that.The Twelve Isles wrote:"Great! Im glad to hear it," she said, patting Valentin on the shoulder, "now let give the crew a tour of the ship shall we?"
Isra turned on her heel, facing the crew assembled at the edge of the Valen Sky's ramp around the boxes and carts of supplies that were still left over.
"Alrighty y'all," she said, clapping her hands together to get everyone attention. "I think that we're all here, so why don't we take a tour why don't we?"
Breathing a soft sigh of relief, Elias followed Isra up the ramp as the freighter's tour got underway.
He glanced around as she explained the cargo deck. There was nothing here that one wouldn't expect on a freighter; the expectation was that most of the ship would be reserved for storage space. Looking over the speeders, however, he hoped one day to try them. He knew from personal experience that the only thing that beat out the thrill of flying a ship was the rush of wind in one's hair while maneuvering a land speeder.
Elias followed Isra and the others up to deck three, where she briefly described the drive core, before moving on up to deck two and the living quarters.
Nothing here was remotely fancy, Elias noted, but it was good for what it was. The kitchenette looked perfectly adequate, and the observation rooms were a nice touch. His only concern was having to bunk up with their mercenary friends, but it didn't seem like that could be avoided. I think I'll sleep with my gun.
They moved on, past Isra's own cabin -Elias would make sure he wasn't caught snooping around there- and into the control room. He took a breath, and felt a wave of familiarity settle over him. It was cramped, congested spaces like these that he had made his name, in war and peace. Although he felt most natural in the tiny world of a single-seat fighter, Elias felt that he could be right at home here, too.
Though the old spacer's maxim that every ship was different was true to an extent, Elias didn't see anything missing or placed strangely. He figured that within a few days, he would have enough familiarity to master the Valen Sky's controls, just as he had mastered every ship prior.
Elias turned his gaze upon Isra and spoke for the first time since introducing himself. "Yeah, I have a couple. You mentioned the drive core earlier, but we didn't see it. What does she carry, core-wise? And what sublight thrusters? And what computers, if any?"
by Rodez » Tue Oct 16, 2018 5:53 pm
The Twelve Isles wrote:"Well," said Isra, "its sort of a give and take with our engines. The Valen Sky carries a Tachyon Mk II drive core, giving us about average 10x light speed once we're through Jump Gates. The sublight thrusters however are a lot better, they're all three Tours Class 1's, and equipped with LackaLite Turbo's, giving us some serious umpf when we want it. For those of you not in the know, those are the kinds of thrusters that blockade runners use. As for a computer, Im afraid its a lot more basic. Its stock for this ship, and monitors engine heat, damage and pretty much all things condition wise, though Im afraid that while the computers will handle any heat venting issue we may have with the Core or the thrusters, the LackaLite's are not hooked up to it, so we have to monitor those ourselves and vent their heat with manual overrides. Thats usually something that I handle ever day, at about lunchtime."
by Brusia » Tue Oct 16, 2018 10:04 pm
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