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Saami's complete disinterest only managed to further anger Para, had Saami wanted this all along? Did he respect the captain so little? But these questions had faded as his breathing slowed, relaxing. It was odd but he had felt like it was his first week back in the Academy. Superior cadets always acted as such to the new recruits, they always liked to see if they could push you just that little bit, see if they can ignite a reaction. If you ignored it they would grow bored and make it worse, if you reacted it was more frequent. But it eventually stopped. Para had been foolish to react as he did, if he'd of acted as such back at the academy he would of been scrubbing toilets for weeks. So he'd calmed. 


It was the mention of breakfast that however lifted that relaxed anger. Not that the use of Snowface didn't go unnoticed, Para had given a slight scowl at the sound of it but held his tongue, after all breakfast did sound good, and this had seemed more of a chance to at least start a better relationship with his Lieutenant. Staring small by accepting breakfast and pretend that he hadn't heard Snowface or that there was still a slight tingle where the snow had crashed to the back of his head. "Right, well I apologise Lieutenant. you simply... Caught me off guard" Para told him, giving an apologetic nod, and smiling shortly after. He didn't expect to actually have Saami refuse to give him pancakes, but at this point he wasn't sure how far the Lieutenant would go. Even when the amused smile of Saami had given away the answer to that question. But it had taken a careless tap to the shoulder for the fate of his breakfast to be sealed, he'd simply rolled his eyes and followed after Saami, a smile to his lips as he looked to the man ahead. 
 
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As soon as he entered the kitchen, Deimos' eyes fixated on the stack of pancakes. He wasn't really that hungry, but he wasn't going to say no to free pancakes. Before his legs could move, though, his eyes did and rested on Argus, or to be more precise, on his hair. Saami had white hair because he was an INANES, so what was this guy's excuse? He hoped it was personal preference, since he didn't want to have to deal with a medical wild-card. "At this rate, we're going to run out of space," he said to no one in particular as he put a couple pancakes onto his plate. "Deimos," he introduced himself, talking between bites. "Ship's doc. Anything I should know, better tell me now before I find out the hard way."
 
Despite the Bathtub's cold metal walls and heating that only worked half at best, Saami was glad to get inside again. The little rise in temperature just enough to make it go from cold to chilly, but even that was enough. It did remind him of the horrible state of the ship though, and also that there was still a certain alien in charge of the mess. He definitely couldn't argue Yax didn't deserve a pancake for simply managing to keep the inside warmer than the outside. So when he arrived in the kitchen he just gave a short greet at the four people inside, then grabbed a plate and put a few pancakes on.


"I'll be right back, just going to give our engine goblin his fair share." And maybe put on a sweater. Either way he was sure that at least Para wouldn't mind him being not there for a bit longer, and honestly he didn't mind being away from Lydia for just a few moments longer; he knew he couldn't avoid her for forever, but the truth was that simply the mention of her sent shivers down his spine. Thinking himself free from crazy doctors, only to be stuck with one anyhow. Yet his fear might've been somewhat irrational, she'd never actually done anything, thought it, probably mentioned it... sure, but he did remember those that had crossed that simple line. Remembered them so well he did not want to be in the vicinity of anything similar. In fact, he already wanted to shake the thought of admitting that out of his head. He'd just bring Yax his pancakes, the alien'd be distracting enough.


"Yaaaaaaax! I got you food. And I know you don't synthesise energy from engine oil, so you can't refuse it." Or you'll end up existing in 2D. Either that or shrinking, probably, as he was not sure how much of Yax was bone and how much was weird jelly meat. Whichever of the two it would be, Sam'd taken upon it to make sure they wouldn't be caught by the police with a starved alien in the engine room, cause that'd be a difficult one to explain. "I can leave it on the stairs if you want?"


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     Argus made a mental note about the Saami’s mood and how he likes to joke around. He wanted to make sure to stay on everyone’s good side after all.  The somberness of talking about his family still was hanging in the air. “I do have very fond memories of my family. Sadly, even those can’t erase the pain that they caused me. But I come to realize that family is more than just blood. Sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water and family will cross you quicker than strangers.” Argus didn’t want to bring the mood down but he had to be up front with how his family operated. “Although my old crew became very close and almost like a family. So, I’m hoping with time, I can build a strong bond with everyone on this crew and we can consider each other friends and then maybe even family.”


     He was so engrossed in conversation, that he didn’t notice the two-new people enter the room. The guy was the first one to speak about having little room on the ship. From what Argus observed he was much older than him. Argus went to shake the man’s hand. “Nice to meet you Dr. Deimos. My name is Argus stein and I am the ship’s new communications specialist. “This is the ships doctor? He is different than most of the doctor I've ever known. “Yes, there are a few things you should know. Once you get my file I’m sure you’ll get the full details but I currently have spinal cord issues.” Argus didn’t want to go in depth about his condition over breakfast. “We can speak more about in private once we are done with eating.” Argus gave him a smile and hoped the man understood his need for privacy. @augmentedspartan @Dragongal @Spazzycat101
 
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 Almost as soon as Lydia walked into the kitchen, she was greeted by the scent of fresh pancakes, but she didn’t give them much more of a passing glance. She wasn’t much of a breakfast food person. Instead, the first thing she went for was an apple, and the second was a seat into which she plopped. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t care entirely about there being pancakes; warm, fresh food was a nice smell to be greeted by. And speaking of greetings, there was a person she didn’t recognize present, who had been speaking with Adira when Lydia and Deimos had arrived in the kitchen. The first thing she noticed was his unusual colour of hair. After he and Deimos had finished their quick exchange, Lydia added a comment.
‘And I'm Lydia, the other doctor, here just in case he gets shot on a job. Or trips and hits his head.’
She hid a sarcastic grin with another bite of apple.
 
Adira heard Para's little story, then watched Deimos come in and introduce himself. Para had a few good points, but there seemed to be no point in responding, as both of the resident "doctors" had shown up. At least Adira could be certain now that Para had his head in the right place - he seemed the most stable one on the ship, in honesty. Well, next to Deimos, but she doubted that doctor really felt much at all. Then there was Lydia, who Adira still didn't trust at all. Still, Adira wouldn't let on to how much Para's words resonated in her mind - she had things to do. During the conversations going on about her - and the one involving her - Adira had finished her food, and now saw no reason to stay. 


"Well, Deimos, work on adding another room, because I'm off to pick up our next recruit." With a smile, Adira got up and adjusted her jacket, then headed out onto the dock. As she walked, she read over the file for Michael Jechin. His survival skills made him a unique asset to the crew, especially his scavenging skills. Likely he was good with a gun too, which would be appreciated. Already Adira was a few minutes late to meet Michael, but surely she could find him with ease - which she did, thanks to the picture of him on her tablet. With a perfect air of confidence about her, and a kind smile, Adira approached and held out her hand. "Michael Jechin? I'm Captain Adira Rik, sorry I'm late."


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Michael stood up from his slumped position, a smile spreading across his face to meet hers. Although there was a tinge of nervousness in his form, he attempted to counteract it himself by appearing stiff and unnerving as he could when she looked in his general direction. He then slowly stuck his hand out to meet hers, shaking it, obviously by the way he had done it, this was one of the first times he actually had to physically shake someone's hand. "Aha, nice to actually meet someone here, being stuck without anyone to talk to is a bit...unnerving. And no problem at all about the wait, gave me some time to look everything over from here." He nodded over to the ship, obviously showing he had had some time to observe it from his position


After the handshake, he had withdrawn himself, walking back to the bench to grab his duffle bag, throwing it over his left shoulder and facing her again "Don't worry. I'm not like some...creep or anything, just a bit cautious about a ship I'm getting stuck on with complete strangers is all.  And I'm just gonna take a wild guess and say it's a...great ship?"  He said this last bit with a tinge of sarcasm and a slight laugh, in another attempt to appear calm to his commanding officer. He then reoriented himself, becoming calm yet nervous again, realizing last minute that he shouldn't probably be making jokes about his commanding officer and her ship.


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"Ha! No need to even be sarcastic, this ship's a piece of trash. but it flies, and for the moment, it's all we have." And it was the only thing without a tracker Saami and I were certain we could get away with. It was odd how Michael explained himself for something she wouldn't have thought twice of. There was definitely an air of nervousness about him, but what could she expect from someone who was new to big society? Especially with what he had said about being nervous with nobody to talk to. His records had been sparse, but from what was there, he was new to society. Like she had been at one time. Like how Woods had been. And even, to some extent, Saami. Of course, Adira could only guess how many masks he had on - but someone with a story like his likely had many, some he probably didn't know of himself.


"Let's start walking back to the ship. While the ship may be trash, the crew is pretty damn good, I'm proud to say. Be careful of the biologist, though, she's a bit off. You'll be introduced to everyone soon. In the meantime, though, why don't you tell me your skills?" This was a test, of sorts, for Michael. To see if he would lie or be honest, if he was humble or haughty, and to see how he held up in conversation. He seemed... skittish, almost, second-guessing everything he said. That wouldn't do.


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Michael spent the moment to think to himself, scratching his chin briefly. Obviously this was some sort of test, she already knew his basic abilities. Or at least he thought she did, Michael wasn't sure what was put on his file, but he remembers everything he told them, it wasn't very extensive. And he knew she checked the file on the way over to greet him. Immediately after thinking about this, he pulled the string on his duffle bag, and there was a very specific rattle, like that of a gun. "I could tell you i'm extremely good at scavenging and surviving, but it probably says that on the file you've been walking with since the way over here." Good, shock her with how much you've been analyzing.  "And from what you probably just heard, I think it's safe to say i'm pretty good at getting some...Not so legal things in."  He laughed to himself for a second after what he said, not taking it seriously.


While he said this, Michael was visibly scanning the area. Although he could've told her a lot of odd things he saw, he'd prefer to keep it to the bare minimum, whatever made him seem qualified for joining the crew without over selling it. His biggest fear right now was that these people that were completely new to him would start off with some predisposed bad opinion on him based on how he might have 'talked too much', which he knew got on a lot of peoples nerves.


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Deimos hadn't actually gotten Argus' file yet; he'll have to bother the captain for them later. "Sure," he answered to his last statement. To a normal person, that might have sounded flirty, but he knew when patients wanted privacy about their health. Except that one time a patient was actually flirting with him. That got awkward real fast. He gave Lydia a lazy 'mhm' and tried not to think about how high his chances of getting shot in future missions were. He might just start panicking.


Oh great, even another recruit. Now he was sure they didn't actually have enough room in the ship. Nevermind that, it wasn't his job to worry about that. He finished his pancakes and stood up with his unfinished tea mug. "Alright then. I'll be waiting in the infirmary. Feel free to drop when you finish."
 
Argus listened to Lydia’s words carefully and couldn’t help but be a little uncomfortable with the statement. She seemed to be joking, but something about her delivery seem off to him. For now, Argus held all judgments until he knew the crew better.  He gave Lydia a small nod and replied “very nice to meet you doctor. I’m looking forward to working with you.” Argus decided to be polite and try to keep his reservations close to the chest. One of the many lessons he learned from his father. Never let others hold the dominance in conversation. That includes let other know that they knocked you off your game.


Argus was glad that he wasn’t going to be the only new guy on the crew. It is never easy being the outsider, but hopefully having someone else to relate to will make both they integration a lot easier. As Argus finished the last bites of the pancake, he felt his hands start to shake slightly. He pushed his seat back and excused himself from the table. He hoped that Deimos was serious about that invitation to visit him in the infirmary.


Argus went to his room first, to show Deimos, the medication he was on.  He figured it would be best to show the doctor the medication instead of just telling him. Once he had everything he need in hand, he made his way towards the infirmary. When Argus reached the door, he knocked on it lightly. “Hello doctor, I was hoping we could go over some medical information. Also, I assumed you would find the spasming of my arm intersting. Don't worry about to much, it happens a lot .”  He showed his arm to Deimos and showed how his arm was shaking and spamming for no reason.  “Trust me doctor once you get my file, you’ll realize that my back injury cause some strangers thing to happen to my body.” Argus had a dry, humorous tone to his voice and smiled at the doc. "Anyway doctor, if you have questions about my health go ahead and ask them. If not then I'm will to go over everything I know about my health. Or better yet we can skip that depressing stuff and just get to know each other as companions." Argus wasn't sure how to approached this. His medical issues as always been something, that left him speechless and awkward. He just hoped the doctors would take initiative here. 
 
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Adira smiled slightly and nodded. He was observant, but to know that she was reading his file was a simple matter of deduction. He wasn't stupid. However, he was willing to do illegal things, and that was what she needed. Was he so observant that he'd notice the limp in her left leg? It was slight, very slight, but it was there. But if he had expected Adira to show any sign of shock, he would be sorely disappointed. Very few things shocked her anymore, least of all a new recruit whose weapon was in his bag while hers was on her hip and her photon blade was hidden under her sleeve. "Not so legal? you'll be a good addition. Illegal activities are fine by me, just avoid amoral activities and we'll get along just fine."


They were just arriving at the door then. Adira opened it and led Michael inside. "I'll show you around first, then you can meet the rest of the crew." The tour was quick, allowing Michael to drop his bag off in his room, and ended at the kitchen. She sent a quick message to Saami to meet her there so he could meet the new recruit. "The second in command should be here momentarily."
 
The captain had, in fact, actually given Deimos the file; she had just left it in the med bay and he hadn't noticed. Reading it, he was actually surprised. Argus did say he had spinal cord problems, but he assumed something mild, not total body paralysis, much less the type of surgeries he had to undergo to achieve movement. They didn't fully explain the procedures, but he had read about this particular experimental surgery before. Not enough for him to fully treat the complications he now had to deal with, but enough for him to understand what it was all about. He was reading the side-effects when Argus finally entered. "Ah, yes, don't worry about it. I did actually receive your files," he left out the part of him not noticing them. Didn't want to look incompetent. "Don't worry about the details, either. What I got here is enough." He gave his arm a look and fought the urge to do a more thorough examination. It was obvious to him that he wasn't the most comfortable of people when it came to his private health concerns. "I'll admit I am quite curious about your current condition, but it's nothing that I need to look at yet." Professional talk done, he let Argus in charge of whatever he wanted to converse about. Small talk wasn't his strong suit.
 
Michael wasn't surprised at the odd look of the ship, or the small space of his room, he was actually happy to have somewhere to stay legitimately for once. Not camping out illegally in a building or in the slums anymore was a welcome change for him. He nodded in thanks when Adira showed him his room, where he quickly set his large duffle bag in, following her and nodding in thanks again as he walked into the kitchen. He tried not to make it obvious that he was thrilled at the idea of being here, but there was always a slight smile on his face since he entered the ship.


As he entered the kitchen, he looked around, smiling yet again, this time at the prospect of having actual food. He then whipped around, realizing he probably looked dumbfounded. He reset his face to his natural expression, containing a large sense of analytical quiet and proceeded to lean himself on the nearest wall, nodding at what Adira said about the second in command and waiting patiently while looking around at the room, taking in the feeling of having an actual place to stay in a long time.
 
Para had watched as his lieutenant walked away, offering a slight, if anything awkward wave as he watches him leave. Carrying on alone down the cramped corridors, the docor had been right. It wouldn't take him long to learn the minuscule layout of the ship, but even as shoddy as it seemed, he could not help but wonder at the chance of a life here, lingering on the thoughts of having a familiarity with the cramped walls. Even a relationship with the crew, they were different to what he usually expected of a crew, but some had a history together, something he'd never experienced outside of a military setting. But even then it was still different, they were constantly at ease with one another or seemed to be at least. And even though a slight discomfort lodged itself in his bones as he thinks of the level of unprofessionalism that they must carry, how many codes and violations it succeeds in breaking, he can't help but feel the slight twang of envy and walking into the kitchen he feels it again. An image of domesticity spread out and crammed into the kitchen, he felt almost an intruder as he'd stepped in, his steps almost too loud for his own ears as he smiled to the crew, his eyes falling on the newest members "Good morning, the lieutenant made breakfast?" He asked, stepping forward to shake the hands of those he hadn't met before, introducing himself politely. 
 
As soon as he heard that Deimos did in fact receive his medical file, he felt more relieved. Trying to explain what happen to him and the procedure to fix him up was something he wasn’t sure he could explain properly. “Well, that is music to my ear doctor. After all, I’m trained in business and communication, not in medical knowledge. So, I was afraid of not being able to explain it properly to you.” Either way Argus was sure his file lack a lot of the details that most doctors needed. “Sorry about the lack of details in the file. I’m sure it's not as thorough as you would like. A lot of what happened to me was off the record and/or buried by my family, but I have been working on retrieving more information about it.”  Argus gave the doctor a friendly smile.


Argus noticed that Deimos left the conversation end after talking about the medical file. It seems like most people on this crew have poor interpersonal skills. Either way looks like I’m going to have to lead this conversation. “Anyway, doctor since I am a very new addition to this crew, is there anything I should know? What is the crew like or if there anything I should avoid so I don’t upset you?” Argus figured the Deimos’ candid personality, would give him a more vivid idea of how this new crew would function. Either way this would help him get a better understanding of the doctor’s personality and how he feels about others.


So far Argus had very brief interaction with most of the crew. So, he was looking forward to building more of a relationship with someone from the crew. So far, he felt the captain was very capable and very welcoming. The second-in-command was something of a mystery to him but he was intrigued that’s for sure. Then there was the second doctor, who made him feel a little uneasy. All that was left was to meet the newest addition and any other member he hasn’t been introduce to. So far, he felt like the crew were a bunch of misfits put together but he strangely felt in place.
 
Hmm... odd. Yalyax didn't seem to be there, which was a strange thing for sure considering the alien rarely was sighted outside of it. Saami couldn't quite blaming for him wanting to stretch his legs... or back for that matter; he himself already nearly bumped his head against the doorways at times, the ship would certainly be even more cramped for Yax. So when he got the message from Adira, he just shrugged and took his pancakes back to the kitchen. Just in time to see the two newbs attempting to introduce themselves, well, Para was at least.


"Yep, the lieutenant made breakfast." He said as he planted the plate of slightly cooled but not cold pancakes in Para's outstretched hand, effectively blocking any chance on handshakes. "Newbie, snowface, snowface, newbie. Now we all know eachother lets get on with breakfast before it's a cold lunch." Indeed not wasting any time he continued by quickly grabbing a plate and shoving quite a few of his own pancakes on there, then grabbing a second plate for the newbie. Effectively he had ignored Lydia, and he didn't seem to be planning on so much as glancing into her direction. Hoping that perhaps she'd disappear if he negated her existence for long enough. Maybe that was why he seemed in such an awful hurry, aside from being hungry himself. It wasn't before long he'd sat himself down at the table - on the seat furthest away from Lydia - using a fork and knife to eat his pancakes in a surprisingly neat manner.


"Oh... and you don't need permission to sit your ass down."


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Deimos wasn't really sure what to say about the rest of the crew aside from possibly shrugging and saying 'eh'. He hadn't been here that long himself, and apart from that first mission, in which he spent most of his time studying the INANES machinery and hiding behind people trying not to get shot, he hadn't really done much with the rest of the crew. So instead he focused more on the second question. "Well, that one's easy. Don't lie to me." This is one that Deimos found the most obvious, yet most patients were oblivious to. Your doctor doesn't care what you do in your free time, he's your doctor not your mother, but he needs to know in order to treat you. "Can't treat you if I don't know all the details." He paused for a second and then added, "Also, don't go around being senseless. I don't really have enough material to deal with serious injuries."
 
Michael shrugged at the sudden intervention of the new figure that stopped him from having a simple introduction. He looked over Saami's shoulder, at Para "I'm Michael, by the way" He stepped forward to Para, outreaching his hand after Saami had situated himself with his pancakes. Although that was something he wanted to do himself too. Again, his lack of proper politeness showed, his awkward handshake being obvious. He had noticed this himself but hoped it wouldn't be impactful too much, realizing most people don't care too much about handshakes, then again, he came to realize that the people on this ship weren't 'most people' and some of them could be completely crazy, he'd just have to figure out as he went along.


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             Smirking Argus looked at Deimos and replying “you know what Lord Byron once said. After all, what is a lie? Tis but the trust in masquerade.” Argus chuckled at his own word but assumed Deimos wouldn’t find it to funny. After composing himself Argus continued on.  “Anyway, I will try my best to be honest with you. As for your supplies, I will see what I can do.  I still have some connections with some medical connection from my days at my family’s company.” Giving a big smile to Deimos and thumbs up. “A lot of people still owe me some favors so you might benefit form that. Just get me a list of the thing you would like and I’ll see what I can do.”


Getting up and walking to the door, he looks back at Deimos “It was a nice talk doctor. I hope you have a nice day.” Argus then began to make his way back to the kitchen. He wanted to see if the captain was back yet.  After all he couldn’t begin working without having an inventory report.  When he reached the kitchen, he couldn’t help but notice that there were two people he hasn’t meet yet. “Hello Captain I was hoping I could get an inventory list for the ship?” walking up to both Michael and Para, Argus planned to introduce himself. “hello there, my name is Argus communication specialist. It a pleasure to meet both of you.”
 
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The warmth of the plate pressed to his hands he looks to the stack on his own plate, any hopes he had of at least some formal introduction had been shattered by the slightly sweet smell that had tempted him. But the name second Snowface had been thrown out there he throws an irritated glance to Saami. He hadn't forgotten the instant embarrassment of before as he had snapped out to the lieutenant and he hadn't planned on enduring that again so he kept his irritation contained in the glance. 


To his relief, the deliberate interruption had barely phased the stranger. Para balancing the plate in one hand to shake his hand. It was slightly fumbled but he thought nothing of it, he seemed respectful and he'd taken the liberties of an introduction. which was enough for his respect. And with the addition of another introduction, he couldn't have pretended that he wasn't delighted. The formalities were what he knew and the obvious contradiction to the lieutenants own introduction yesterday had made him delight.  


"I look forward to working alongside you both" He'd told them, reaching a hand to Argus as he spoke. Although he'd liked to of asked them more, wanting to know more of communications. he'd kept the questions to himself, seating himself at the table instead and beginning to tuck into the pancakes. 
 
"Hi there, i'm Michael, guess im technically the newest guy." He shrugged,  giving someone else yet another awkward introduction, Michael let out a sigh of relief. He made his move to grab his own stack of pancakes and sit down. He was visibly tense, thinking over the environment and whoever else he had to meet. Which he thought could've been an unending possibility of people. But for now, he just sat there and calmed himself down with the fact that, hopefully, these people would help him, and he could actually enjoy this place. Although, enjoying some sort of military-rebel work might be hard to fully grasp.


Albeit, he kept these thoughts to himself; he'd just adapt to the situation, as he always had. He'd meet the other crew members and formulate opinions from there, no need to worry himself over something so simple. Or was it? Either way, the pancakes were great and delicious,  and so he soon began to focus solely on his food, purposefully zoning everyone else out for a few minutes while he enjoyed some actual food.
 
3488/12/14 19:15:00 SST


Once the introductions had been dealt with and everyone had moved in within the ships confines (which were getting rather confining by now) the wait for launch had begun. The wait after launch wasn't any more pleasant however, except for maybe the wondrous passing of two other planets in the betelgeuse solar system. However, that wondrous passage was only visible from the cockpit as there were no other windows on board. The arrival at the warp portal had been surprisingly bureaucratic as well: Saami and Adira had entered a control station for a mandatory check on the warp log. Perhaps the only thing entertaining there was watching Saami trying to stay professional, and succeeding more or less (although more less near the end).


One uncomfortable warp later, the crew was in for the correctional journey of two days to their destination. Despite this being a rather boring and uneventful swath of time, while at the same time being unable to avoid one another, it was a good sign no one had been punched or yelled at yet. Nothing broke, no bones nor machinery. All in all these were the times of watching movies, playing cards and hating the cheap canned beans.


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3488/12/16 10:34:17 SST


Currently Carst had been blocked completely from the sun by planetary motions; exactly according to plan. One wouldn't be spotted by hostile forces as easily when using the moon as a cover for searching signals. It wasn't foolproof, but some cover was definitely better than none. All systems that send out any signals had been turned off, and Saami was doing the rare action of actually being responsible for the ship. Watching the few lighted systems intently as he calculated and planned every little thing. His eyes in their turn had a white glow of themselves, displaying rapid sequences of mathematics. Without even looking away he turned on the intercom for only a brief moment to make an announcement.
"The following is an order. Everyone on board is required to move to the nearest emergency seat and strap themselves in. Anyone that does not follow this order I will personally kick out back in Verglas." His voice was dead serious, and he had good reason for it: with no systems on he was technically doing a controlled crash on planet. It was not that he expected himself to not be able to do so; but he was not sure how the ship would handle such a thing. The only factor countering for the ship being shit was his own mind, and his mind told him that he wasn't winning that by much. At best it would be a bumpy tide, at worst they'd crash on a sulphuric planet.


Luckily his mind was right. Somewhat shaken by hitting the atmosphere but still alive and in one piece the bathtub had arrived on planet. The systems even turned back on again to land. 


There wasn't much time to do sightseeing or be glad to be alive however; as the military personnel had already rushed in to gather their much needed supplies. By the time the protective suits were donned and the door had opened several soldiers had already emerged from the shearing sands. Followed closely by a figure holding a tablet, looking up at those who came out of the ship, instead of what.


"Which one of you is the captain! I want to get this done quick and have you off of the planet again before sunlight reaches!" Even with voice enhancers the woman had to yell to make herself audible over the low roaring of the sandstorm. 




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Adira's complete faith in Saami's abilities had paid off as he'd managed to land their shitty ship with surprising ease. As everyone got into their protective suits, Adira merely had to tuck up her hair, put on her helm and gloves (she always wore her gloves nowadays anyway) and activate the protective mode of her jacket. Her coat tails joined with her boots and her jacket sealed itself to her gloves and helmet, forming a perfectly airtight suit. Her phaser pistol was still on her though, of course, ready to be used. Thanks to the speakers in her helm, she didn't need to hook up to any comm systems to speak to her crew or the woman. She didn't shout, but her voice could still be heard. Her calm, commanding tone was loud enough to be clearly heard. "I'm Captain Rik. We'll be off this planet the moment you give us the refugees and we settle them in, so our schedule is, truly, dependent on yourself and your people." There was no way Adira would allow her people to be pushed around in any way, shape, or form. While there was nothing impolite at all about what she'd said, she made certain that the woman knew that Adira would keep charge of the situation herself.
 
Michael had pulled his own suit out of the large bag he had set down on his room, as he walked out, he clicked on his custom helmet, pulling down the visor and following Adira. This was all very sudden for him, after getting his introduction out of the way, it was right to work he supposed. Although he was wearing his protective suit, he had his jacket thrown over it, this would help him with carrying- pockets everywhere, and identifying him. He stood a few meters behind Adira, his pistol was concealed under his jacket currently; all for security, he had no intentions to actually use it unless something actually broke out, he didn't need to make something that should be fast and easy dragged out and dramatic.
 
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