Futuristic Hyperlane 83 IC

[Petroshka]

Stardate 0283
Kamarin Space Station

It had been about three days since they had left the Danube System and traveled down the Hyperlane 64 network, the three days had been uneventful, mostly maintenance was needed and the overlooking of cargo, but after the three days they were finally reaching their destination, The Kamarin Space Station. The bridge's crew was woken up early by Raura in preparation for getting out of hyperspace and falling into high traffic space. Routine systems checks and sensor tests were made as the blue warped view of hyperspace slowly made way into lines and the view of real space came up along with the Kamarin Space Station. A massive Space station with remnants of heavy defenses that were stripped from it long ago, it now sits in one of the busiest hyperlanes in the Earth Federation and serves not only as a vital trade hub but as a city all in itself. "Kobayashi, send requests to dock in the station."

Spoiler: The Kamarin Space Station

As soon as the Chattaan came into real space they were immediately contacted by the Station, with transmissions directing the Chattaan through the dense traffic and into one of the various docking ports all around the station. As the ship got closer and closer to the many super structures that make up the Kamarin Space station the bridge could see small humanoid, and other types of creatures on the outside hull welding junk and other additional modules into the ever expanding station. Coming in closer to the docking ports, a large atmospheric shield was protecting the ground crew from the vacuum of space and the Chattaan went through it without trouble. Grabbing the Intercom device Raura had an announcement to the crew "Alright everyone! we'll be docking and staying here for a couple of days! Make sure to grab everything you need or want before we leave, also, dont get too comfortable." As the hull of the Chattaan was smacked by the Electromagnetic clamps of the dock there was a large groaning sound before everything came back to normal and the station gave the green-light that they were now authorized to enter the station. "Be careful when you're away from the ship, plenty of thieves and con-men looking for people to dupe. Keep in contact with other crew members."

After that Raura dismissed the bridge crew after the routine check ups were made, she stayed behind to triple check the systems before going off to her quarters to get ready to leave the ship and make arrangements to refuel and resupply. First things first was to freshen herself up, wash her face and clean up her hair, letting it go down as opposed to wavy to make herself as distant from her usual look, she didnt like walking around without one but with how she is wanted she had to make the sacrifice. Dressing herself up in an old tailor made suit and putting on her glasses that casted a hologram around her face to make her look different as well as disrupt cameras from getting a good look at her she started making her way out the ship.

Walking outside via the starboard hanger she could see the the bustling Station with her own eyes, the dock was filled with ships of all sizes, from more personal luxury vehicles to large cargo haulers like the Chattaan, she could even see a few military ships although they were small in size to the ones she'd seen throughout her career. Just beyond the docks was a slums of some sort for those that could not pay to enter the rest of the city-station, it seemed that the police force couldn't deal with the onslaught of squatters that ran out of fuel and money when they got to the station. Drones flew overhead looking for any signs of violence and illegal activities that would harm the city proper and she could see armed patrols walking about keeping the peace and minding their own business one patrol was escorting a person and moving towards the chattaan. As most slums go, the place wasn't all that bad actually, the people that choose to live here make and sell their wares to people visiting the city while still getting light protection with the armed police. At least thats what it looked like on face value, Raura could see the city entrance (which was a large elevator) which was guarded by a reinforced wall armed with auto turrets and barbed wire, nasty stuff.

When the escort of guards reached Raura and the Chattaan a tall man in a suit with a holopad walked up to her. "Ah miss, Valvet Ashera. Captain of the Chattaan i presume?" The man was staring more into the holopad than looking at her in the eyes, Raura wasnt quite sure of it but he had an aura about him that screamed 'too important for you.'
"That is correct" Crossing her arms she looked at the man with disdain but she'd doubt he'd get the signal.
"What is your purpose of coming to the Kamarin Space Station? Are you holding any Cargo on your ship that we should know about? Any highly explosive materials, weapons and ordinance, infectious agents, or sentient cargo?" He spoke those words as if reciting a book or a manual like it was a daily thing for a passing ship to have these dangerous things on board.
"Me and my crew are here to refuel and resupply with a possibility of peddling our extra merchandise, and Aside from the main gun, no dangerous cargo on board."
"Perfect, the fees for refueling with be calculated and we will contact you once the payments have been measured up. As for entering the rest of the station it is 17500 credits per person." Upon hearing the number Raura's eyes grew wide, that was easily the price for a full week at a six star hotel.
"thats a steep price for just entering"
"A high living cost for a high standard of living" Giving Raura a snarky smile he flashed his eyes back to the holopad, which she gave back to him.
"goodbye, go to the entrance to pay the fee for entering"

With that he twirled around and started walking to the next ship leaving Raura to stare at his back, sighing she supposed it there was nothing else to do but pay the price. Hopefully the rest of her crew could pay or find some way inside.


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[Shindoku]

Jetty walked down the ship ramp and behind Raura "Captain, i will go and acquire supplies i need for the trip ahead" He then starts walking towards the main entrance of the market sector, with many maintenance and janitorial droids moving around he isnt even questioned as he passes through the gate, they must think he is one of theirs, stupid meatbags.... but he wont complain, makes his job easier, he begins walking through the market adjusting his hat occasionally.

Then he finds what he is looking for.... A new stainless steel mop handle, he almost giggles in excitement as he grabs it weighing it in his hands, he has wanted one of these for awhile, but he has only been working on human settlements and fully human run stations since they came out, and this mop is far to heavy for humans to handle effectively so they weren't sold or used, hitting almost 70 pounds of pure rustles steel... the meatbags are so weak.... He shrugs, grabbing chemicals and cleaner before making his way to the front

"Hello, I would like to purchase these items" the shopkeeper was a little shocked by the fact that a cleaning bot was shopping for supplies, normally its another bots job, but he shrugs and says "5000 Credits" To which Jetty happily complies with, he actually spent less than he thought he would, he almost runs back to the ship to try out his new mop, plus he only has a few days to get everything in place while all the meatbags go about their day, he has to ensure cargo is tied down, clean all the rooms, cockpit, etc.

He would be a busy bot for the next couple days, he just hopes nothing gets in the way, but after seeing what the crew was, he wasnt so sure...

 

[Mistory]

A grumble escaped him as Balek cleaned his hands of the grease and oil from the ships innards, shaking his head as he heard the groan of the docking mechanisms. Finally they arrived, witch meant he had avit of time to work. Pulling up the coms, he contacted his fellow engineers.

"Alright guys. Im gonna stay behind and look over the internals. Charlotte's been groaning something fierce and i wont feel right not finding it before we take off again. I do have a small list of parts i think it'd be nice to have aboard, if someone doesnt mind shopping for me? Ill wire the credits over." He wanted to get out on the hull again, make sure that scar is holding alright. Bit of a ding afew cycles back they got fixed up, but he didnt want it reopening.

He rested his metal digits on on the wall of the interior, thinking to himself. Yes the ship was called the Chattaan, but Charlotte...sounded more personal. He felt it was just as much a crew member as everyone else. He couldnt tell if the others felt that way, but he figured atleast jetty might.

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[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Sonia had been keeping to herself as per usual as she got herself ready. Dressing herself in a fairly worn, yet also modified spacer suit. It had extra latches built in for tools and such. Someof which where still on her. Sonia also made sure to bring an old snub nose revolver with her. Really by todays standards it was an antique, she wasnt even sure if she could easily buy the ammo for it. After everything was packed on her she set off, keeping her eyes straight and trying not to attract too much attention to herself.

It was odd for her being surrounded by so many people. Her homeworld was so underpopulated that big cities like this didnt really come into being, plus she was normally by herself in her workshop or the ships engine rooms. Sonia did feel sorry for the people in the slums, must have been hard trying to scrape together enough money for that last bit of fuel. Although, coming from a stern working background she always did think that people very rarely had a good excuse for not working.

The burned girl had to make sure she was hearing the entry fee correctly 17500? That was insane "Better be given an audience with God for that price" she mumbled to herself. She certainly didnt have that much, and didnt really know how to get anywhere near that amount. She withdrew a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. Sonia took a moment to think before deciding to go shopping, remembering she needed some new tools.

Walking down the streets, past the slums, she went largely unnoticed, as she had hoped. Sonia entered a tool place and began to look around, picking up a few small things like fuses, springs and pair of side cutters. She did pass by some bottles of oil but figured they had enough, judging by how much Balek had smeared on his hands ealier. The last thing she did grab was a new, small angle grinder. Sonia, still smoking her cig, brought them up to the counter "Just these please" she said in her standard, sullen tone.

Mistory (mention)

 

[Sludge]

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Howard Kent
Age: 27
Role: Warp Drive Operator / Salesman / Lawyer

Howard is a very ordinary corporate workhorse who happens to have a knack for falling into the heart of interstellar political war-conflicts. He is also trying to suppress a small inferiority complex towards his much more impressive crew mates.

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Spoiler: Appearance

Hairstyle: Short unkempt hair that has the vibrant color of a grey plastic keyboard.
Eye color: Dark brown.
Height: Average
Weight: Less than average

Extra features:

• Keeps his tie loose.

Howard is a fairly laid back guy when he does not have to face off against cosmic horrors.

He has an uncanny talent for finding a common ground with people he should have nothing in common with and is surprisingly sharp when it comes to guessing the intentions of others. So long as their personality can be comprehended by a mortal human mind.

Nation:
Planet: Not of importance (atm)
Previous Profession: Something that has to do with accounting, management or something along those lines. Howard is yet to give a straight answer to this.

Traits
Addictions/Vices:

• Coffee
• Feels somewhat inferior to the rest of the crew. They have exciting lives full of action and freedom. Some have fought against space pirates and what not. At the same time, what is the best thing Howard can boast about? Spreadsheets?

Abilities:

• While it is not something Howard is aware of, his existence is a small spacetime anomaly. It has a troublesome side effect of arranging events in such a way that Howard will always find himself involved with largest conflicts around himself. His life is surrounded by unlikely coincidences that can both help and greatly impede his progress. It is almost like something is pushing his destiny towards a predetermined direction. The question is, where does it lead?

Beliefs:

• (on hold, until I get a better grasp of the character. Otherwise a fairly normal set of morals)

Quirks:

• Coffee
• Watches a Friday evening sitcom he absolutely can't miss.

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Skill set:

• Space navigation
• Trivia
• Languages
• Interstellar law and economics

Role on the ship: Warp Drive Operator / Salesman / Lawyer

Job description:

Warp space navigation is a delicate skill that generally requires at least a few years of specialized education. With proper tinkering a good navigator can cut off days of travel between remote star systems. And otherwise, a ship risks getting caught into a warpstorm or worse... The otherworldly beasts that lurk in the depths of hyperspace are no joke.

Although Howard always had a mild fascination with space pilots, his parents did not. A more rational thing to do, was of course, to get a real job. So Howard applied for a course in marketing and management, only to spend the following years of his life as an accountant corporate slave. The pay was pretty good until the last wave of layoffs.

Having found a new job amongst the crew of Chattan, Howard got a chance to apply the years of knowledge he had casually learned through documentaries and books... And surprisingly he is not half bad at it. With his help Chattan can move between solar systems in quite the speedy manner, even for a freight ship.

That said, as a small private business Chattan cannot avoid legal formalities. Being the only crew member with the appropriate education, the duty of forging deals, contracts and answering phone calls often falls onto Howard.

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Floating in TBD limbo





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On stardate 0280 Monday afternoon Howard Kent didn't feel very good. It might have been the hyperspace fatigue or maybe that strange salad he had discovered in the fridge yesterday. He couldn't quite remember the night before, so it must not have been the latter.

With this on his mind Howard punched in data into the console. He guided the ship out of a hyperlane and Chattan swelled up into existence a few kilometers just outside the Kamarin station.

After landing Howard blearily wandered through the corridors of the ship, trying to identify the little buzzing thought that kept bothering him. Did he file the permission for landing? Ah, the captain had said she'd take care of it over a call.

A call, huh. Wait. Howard yanked a pager out of a pocket. No, no, no.

0280 MONDAY 12:00 STDTIME
MEET YA AT THE DOCKS - GIDEON G

He hurried towards the platform, recalling not only what was bothering him, but also why he couldn't remember the night before. He had drunk too much, precisely because he had hoped to forget it.

There was no time to tell any of his crew mates, but it should be fine. It can't be dangerous. Not a chance. He could handle at least this much.

After he entered the line in front of the entrance control he heard unhappy grumbling in several alien languages. The grumbling got louder and turned into cussing in one particular direction. There, two tall figures could be seen cutting through the crowd like bulldozers through mud.

The two figures grabbed Howard by the elbows and, promptly left the crowd just the same way they had arrived. They carried him into a small corridor between two chunks of containers, turned around a corner and continued onwards into the depths of the docks.

"Hey! Wait! Who the hell are you?"

Howard tried to get out but their arms were locked firm, like a machine's.

"Let me go!" He cried out.

@ ... just come do whatever
(1 post/2 days, atm)

 

[Shindoku]

Jetty was outside the ship cleaning the exterior when he hears his crewmate screaming, looking over to see Howard being dragged away ".... damn meatbags" he lets out what sounds like a sigh and goes back to cleaning "none of my business, he didnt ask for help so im sure he has it under control."

Jetty then goes back to using his new mop to clean the top of the ship whistling as he works.

 

[Crazy Trey-n]

The blaring of the intercom would be enough to stir all but the deepest of sleepers from their slumber, and the effect was particularly amplified in the more isolated, quiet depths of the Chattaan. Emmett woke from an already fitful rest, coated in a thin sheen of sweat and his chest heaving from some sort of horrid dream that he'd already forgotten. They'd been happening less frequently, but the effects were still unsettling. He shook it all off and rose to dress for the occasion. Seemed as though they'd finally docked.

It'd only been a few weeks since he'd joined the crew and he still had yet to truly speak to anyone. Aside from a very brief greeting after he'd boarded, there hadn't been any others that he'd encountered. The stowaway-turned-crewman had found the ship's port-side observatory bay, cleared out the seemingly random tidbits and doodads that littered the small space, and set up as though it'd always been his home. Various stars, planets and a vivid hyperspace view were enough company for him - at least enough that he hadn't bothered even leaving the room until now.

The corridors and halls were almost too cramped for his tall, lithe frame, but he pushed on, stepping past grinding gears and hissing pipes until he eventually found his way to an entirely new room. It was far larger than any other he'd seen, filled with rows of boxes and crates stacked nearly as tall as the ceiling. This was clearly the belly of the beast; there'd be no way to mistake the cargo hold for anything else. He could stand and stretch comfortably here and he did so freely.

At least until the sight of an entire row of crates moving caught his attention.

No normal human being or alien he knew of could do so and he couldn't spot any machines from the ceiling moving crates. As quietly as he could manage, Emmett crept forward until he could peek around a particularly tall set of boxes, the distinctly mechanical outline of an least eight foot figure pushing the massive stack. He'd never seen anything like it, so he made sure to silently observe the thing for a few moments before stepping out from around the corner and slowly approaching once it had seemed to finish it's duty.

It wasn't his forte, but Em attempted to smile, only managing to quirk one corner of his lips up into what resembled the ghost of a grin as one hand rose in greeting. "Hey."

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[Royalblue127]

Under the command bridge, a maze of wires and cables from all over the ship converged on a large set of screens, with video feed on some and numbers racing across the screen. Corvus sat, quietly working with an empty coffee cup by his keyboard as a small pop-up told him that they had landed at the station. He pulled up the manifest, and looked for the highest price he could get for the Chinese Evergreens, Corn and Mushrooms he and Howard had picked up on their last planet-side trip. The Evergreen Seedlings were popular in the slums, and he got a good and fair price for the whole shipment there. The corn was bought up immediately, but the mushrooms took some time. A high end restaurant in the city offered to pay for half the shipment, and he sold the rest to a bunch of smaller but well-off restaurants. He negotiated a discount if they gave him a access card for the station, but waited for Howard to get the best price for the goods.

Corvus stretched, deciding that it would be a good idea to talk to the local hackers den to see if any interesting jobs had come up. He headed to his small living space, and after a nice shower headed over to his coat by the door. He grabbed his tools and added the card data to his pad. He distantly heard clanging in the hold, hopefully they were unloading the boxes so that the delivery drones could take the goods to their new owners. He headed down the ramp to the front entry, and after scanning the pad he walked in through the main entrance. He wandered for a bit, looking at strange animals and testing exotic foods, before a alert in his earpiece stopped him next to a small alleyway. He headed down it, and a blinking sign advertised a wifi bar with the best service in the sector. He entered, and the smell of tobacco and melting glass assaulted his nose as he ducked into the room. Low light cut through a hazy interior, resembling a old diner from earth. As he headed towards the counter, a surly young woman in a waitress uniform entered from the bathroom, and trudged behind it.

"What can I get you?" she asked, already pulling a glass from the stacked pile next to her. "We have beer, whiskey, wine, and some recreational-"

"I just want a glass of milk for my snake" he interrupted, causing her to freeze momentarily.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me" Corvus reached for his arm and pulled down his sleeve. "I'd like a glass of milk for my snake, whole milk preferably." She looked at his arm, then at him. She slowly pulled a scanner from behind the bar, and after tagging his arm, her eyes widened comically.

"Of course, right this way." She lead him through the back, and down a flight of stairs. The decor went from dirty to sleek in a couple of steps, and the door they reached was a nice glass door, that showed rows of monitors through it. As they reached it, a metal claw exited the door and grabbed Corvus's wrist, scanning the tattoo held there. "Authorizing... Authorizing.... Access Granted. Emrys, Authority Beta, Welcome." The robotic voice silenced the work going on inside, and he could feel the eyes on him as he entered and sat at the nearest unoccupied terminal. He quickly entered his login info, and looked at the listings of jobs. As work slowly started to begin again around him, he found a couple of targets worth looking into. A new pedophillia ring has been tied to multiple kidnappings on colony worlds, at least by Foní hackers. They were unable to hack into the servers that held the videos, but could pinpoint the location of them to a couple rim worlds in the Federation. Corvus made a mental note to look into them if he ever travelled that way. Another potential job was taking the money that Dexterous Manufacturers was hiding in offshore accounts, but that would take careful planning and a location that he couldn't be tracked to. He stood up from his console, and the room tensed as he exited. He left through the door, and as he left he heard a cacophony of whispers start in the room as he exited the back.

His walk back to the ship was uneventful, and he was simply enjoying the sights until he saw Howard being dragged away by a couple of Meatheads. "Shit" he muttered, sending a quick message on the ships chat about the problem, and he stopped to pop the top off his belt buckle. He retrieved a small drone, and tossed it in the air, a screed flickering into place next to his left eye as it hovered above him. He sent it up, having it set to weave around available drones, and keep and eye when it could on Howard. He followed from a distance, and hoped the others would come quickly.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Tarsel, spent his morning shifting whatever cargo was left in the hold of the vessel around the captain had mentioned the possibility of selling some of it so the neten assumed they would want it i a presentable manner, of course his idea of a nice looking display was row arfter row of neatly stacked and well labeled boxs. Regardless the com message confused him greatly, what was a Charlotte? He would have to investigate this further once he was done with his self appointed duty or unless something else came up, and something else did, he had caught the attention of what looked like a human, well it had two legs a set of graspers, and atlest two eyes so it was human enought, tarsel helmeted head shifted to look at the human his visor glowing a light blue he have a slight nod “ hello human”

Crazy Trey-n

 

[Kokurai Gaisgeach]

James P. Kobayashi
Stardate 0283
On board the Chattaan, Kamarin Space Station

It has been a good few months since he joined the crew of the Chattaan, His service aboard the vessel has him being trusted by The Captain herself and given a part of the bridge crew, who worked closely with the Captain herself. Leaning on the chair after doing his part in docking their home vessel, Kobayashi sighed and leaned on his chair, watching at the electronics he repaired running perfectly again before feeling the ship docking by the port. A few minutes pass as Raura, the Captain of the ship dismissed them, however Kobayashi simply leaned on his chair again infront of the console that let's him send communications and receive them.

"I'll stay here and maintain the ship for you guys. " Kobayashi said as pulls out a stick of Tobacco and lighting it with his Energy Tanto, his family heirloom from when Eruzeon was first settled.

"Ah. If you need me guys I'll be here or at the Engine room doing maintenance. Gotta inspect our home for anything be it a protomolecule infestation or some space rock embedded in the plates." He said while twirling his cigarette, watching the crew depart from the bridge including the Captain herself.

"Well. Time to get busy fixing this lovely ship after this stick." Putting his legs on the console and watching the monitors for any problems but found none but clear stuff in the airwaves other than the occasional static caused by solar interference.

A Stick of Cigarette later, Kobayashi left the bridge and started walking down the Ship's halls passing by the Doc who was doing his or her stuff before walking towards his Quarters to change some clothes before heading towards the engine room to do a routine maintenance.

 

[AiDEE-c0]

Irena Reynolds, Kamarin SS

Whoosh… Irena spun around in a grey rolling chair in her room, being awake for a few minutes even before first announcements of arrival were made. She leaned herself heavily against the backrest, imposing her head in such a manner, that, were she not trailing her eyes about a holographic visor, she'd be left without a sight better than the ceiling. Every now and then, the former officer's spinning speed decreased or increased at inconsistent rates, but her posture remained unchanging, even as the docking process began and eventually ended.

Within the confines of Irena's blue-glowing visor, a number of things were taking place at the same time. In the lower right of the device, a small window served to stream a sort of badly aged space sitcom, so abstract to the usual mind, that it creates a sense of uneasiness when consumed for too long. This window hovered over another, one taking up the whole visor-screen, albeit a tiny bit obscured. Rows upon rows of text occupied it, and Irena skimmed along its lines partly lazily, partly still barely awoken. "Level 2" researchive investigation, as she'd put it, just browsing the net.

There was a slight giggle, then a light smirk, followed by a thud of feet, chair stopping in place, Irena's expression growing to that of disbelief and shock.
"Oh-ho... That sucks."
Turns out, the entrance fees to higher class stations gravitate a bit towards the more expensive side. A bit too much, perhaps. Still, to Irena, it wasn't implausible that she'd accumulated as much as around 18000 credits in her days.

No.

A few frantic eye movements and a desperate groan easily revealed a certain fact about her - she was hella broke, hella. Even just the rank of her bank account served as sufficient proof of that. The Brown dwarf, a straightforward designation, for ain't anybody that's gonna live around one of those.
"Well, whatever. Why should that be all it takes to ruin my day?"
She questioned herself with a forcedly relaxed tone, briskly standing up from her chair and exchanging her current dress of an oversized blueish tanktop for the regular uniform, attending the routine morning hygienes, before finally making her way out the ship, potentially noting good morning to any crewmembers she might happen to pass.

There it towered, the impressive station-city... and there slumped the not-so-impressive station-slums, towards which, of course, Irena was headed.

 

[Foxhound]

KLAUS

Klaus was sleeping inside the Carapace when Captains announcement woke him up. He spent most of his time inside it because he still wasn't familiar with the insides of the Chattaan enough. Not that he didn't trust the crew or the ship itself, but there's never enough caution. He listened until the end of the announcement. It was quite a while since the last time he had visited a space station of this size. Klaus waited until the docking process ended, scratched his ears and then opened the front plate of the Carapace. He though something about how asymmetrical his room is and jumped out of the construct, landing softly on all four as a proper cat.
The Carapace itself was still in a sleep mode, which meant the AI was asleep too. The reason for him coming out was that he needed to stretch. Although sleeping inside the cockpit of the Carapace was comfortable it wasn't a really spacious place. He walked around the room for a while and then stretched his back in a way that would break the spine of most other mammals and climbed back inside the Carapace. His main focus at the moment wasn't visiting the space station. There will be more than enough time to do that in the upcoming days. He thought to himself. Instead, he wanted to explore the insides of the ship he was currently traveling with.
He sat straight inside and leaned back. In a reaction to that, the Carapace automatically activated and plugged his head into the system. After the drift was complete the AI awakened too. ,,Good morning master." said an electrified female voice. Then the front plate closed and the whole body stand up. The Carapace wasn't equipped for doing anything special, just two legs and two arms. Klaus walked to the door of his room, opened it and went to explore the Chattaans insides.

 

[Crazy Trey-n]

'Human?' the Rei'Coness thought to himself. In all his years traversing the known sectors - and occasionally widely unknown - he'd very rarely been mistaken as a human. The pale, nearly ghostly complexion and abnormal height typically saw to that, but whatever AI this machine was outfitted with must have simply guessed incorrectly.

Not that he was about to correct a hulking assortment of metals that could likely tear him from limb to limb... yet.

"I'm Emmett," he called out over the sudden sound of the cargo's bay creaking open. The blaring din of drones entering the bay to guide crates to their respective merchants was nearly deafening. Their positioning allowed a clear view of the station beyond, bustling with activity and no doubt debauchery within it's depths. His ears vaguely picked up what he thought were cries for help, but it was too distant to be sure.

"Perhaps you'd be interested in a trek around the station? The drones seem to have cargo movement covered, and I'm sure there's opportunity to pick up a few contracts while we're here."

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

as the drones entered the bay the neten looked at the strange human, said human spoke up talking about going for a walk around the station it was enough of a good idea make sure all the armors suit was in working order tarsel shifted is gaze back to the drones then back to the human "very well...human, emmett sounds like a good idea, a better idea then most humans aboard this vessel have had in some time" the neten grabbed the large autocannon sitting appons some boxes placing it onto a specialized slot on the power armor

Crazy Trey-n

 

[Shindoku]

Jetty looks at the massive suit of armor and the strange transparent man below him "If i may crewman Tarsel, i would not recommend bringing your primary weapon with you into a civilized area, your armor should be suitable to intimidate any man, woman, or child you encounter... no wait.... do it..." Jetty lets out what sounds like a chuckle "Let the meatbags flee" He then engages the magnetic grips on his feet and begins mopping the underside of the ship.

 

[Mistory]

With a sigh, balek closed the com. Sounds like a no. Scrap. Running his fingers over his scalp, he gave a long look at the schematics of their ship. Sounds like James is going to be on the ship too. Its probably best to go out. No answer from sonia, and tarsel is probably not the best to do shopping. Joy.

As much as he hated it, he would have to go out. With a grumble, he put away his things, and headed out the ship. He stopped to send a message to the engine room.
"Keep an eye out for anything off. Charlottes been givin' some strange groans, and I dont like it. I dont want something small to bite us in transit", and sent! Good. Now atleast somebody will keep an eye out...

"ah, a message. Must have got it during the call earlier. Lets see what we...ah scrap" he grumbled, looking over it. Sending a quick request for a location or trace, Balek turned away from the lift, heading further into the frieght yard

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Kokurai Gaisgeach
Royalblue127
Huntertabbysandshark3
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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Before leaving the hold with the human, the mechanical janitor made a comment on not bringing his weapon? What that was unthinkable a neten without his weapon showed he couldn’t take care of anything not eve deserving of the armor they wore he was about to give the robot a piece of his mind in the round about neten way until, jetty made another comment do it to scare the organics, “ you make a good point there jetty perhaps the organics should have there fluid pressure increased, you know for a purely mechanical device your rather close to a neten just need a a lot more armor”

Shindoku

 

[Petroshka]

Raura​

Raura took out a cigarette and lit it up watching as many of her crew got out and into the slums of the station, some going into the city proper letting out a string of smoke she walked toward the entrance of the city proper. Looking around she could see potential ruffians acting all tuff and stoic mixed in with the more energetic locals eager to interact with newcomers, it seemed that they were used to the situation. She wouldn't be surprised if a local gang were running things out in the slums with how light the police presence was outside the main government stations. When she reached the heavily armed gates she looked around at the defenses, most of the security were cameras and automated turrets with only about four visible guards, two at the gate and two up top patrolling the elevator that goes to the rest of the station. She wondered if there were alternate paths into the city, hidden walkways, elevators that less than savory elements would use to move their product throughout the city.

When Raura reached the checkpoint, there was a lot of chatter coming from both the guards and from the locals making Raura turn her head a few times to see what was going on. "Excuse me, miss?" The receptionist interrupted her causing her to shoot a look at him and he responded with a empty smile. "Do you have the credits?" Narrowing her eyes at the man she put an arm down on the ledge and pulled out three 10k credit chips, smiling at him. "yes, i was just wondering what was happening, do you, happen to know what is happening?" The man stopped smiling and looked at her chips for a quick second before returning to his customer service smile. "I'm sorry, i know nothing of the ongoings of the city miss, i simply collect the entrance fees and deny those that cant pay up." Raura's smile quickly faded and so did the third chip, there was definitely something going judging from the mans temptation and quick gestures. "Nevermind, i've decided to stay in my ship." Turning away she could feel the man's eyes stabbing her back as she walked away. After Raura was out of sight the Receptionist brought out his phone and started to inform his boss's about a potential trouble maker.

Throwing the cigarette bud away, it was time for Raura to get working and see what was going on. She doubted any of her crew members would've gotten into trouble, at least not without telling her anyways. Sticking to some back alleyways out of clear sight she followed her her intuition told her, asking some of the locals on the ongoings of whats going on outside of the slums for a quick buck. Eventually getting herself trailing two ruffians dragging someone deep down into some docks that would be a great place if someone were to want to do something outside the eyes of the city.

Alaneo Diamtwill ​

Alaneo Diamtwill was an old man who had been in this business for as long as he can remember he built this organization that kept the slums from going into a riot and kept the upper city residents happy while making quite a few credits for himself. Some would say he is almost as powerful as the man that officially ran the city, others would say he was the real owner, but he knew he couldnt expand outside of the city without the real fish coming to bring down his upstart. So he was contempt in staying within his boundaries and continue to work on his business, ready to give it up to his son once he passes away. For now he was keeping everyone in line and work to not screw everything up.

As he was Dwelling on his thoughts Diamtwill was taken out of it as a alert softly rang in his room, sighing he went from looking over the city to a screen on the wall. "Accept" The ringing stopped and one of his people showed up on the screen. "Diamtwill," he nodded to him. "Go on Parslon,"
"A new ship came into the city today and one of the new scanners picked this up."
The screen pulled up a picture of a brown woman with white hair wearing glasses and a suit.
"Look familiar? The other scanners couldn't pick up her face very well so we think shes got something that scrambles the images."
A new picture came up side by side with the woman to which the two looked extremely similar.
"I think its Raura, the one with the big bounty. I think we hit the jackpot! Gideon is trying to see if it really is her"

Tapping is foot and holding back a snarl Diamtwill was thinking about the implications of all of this, on one hand its a lot of credits, in another this might be more trouble than its worth, and all of his right hand men were acting on the opportunity without informing him first. "See if we cant trail her, i'll call Kenra corp to be ready"
"what? boss! wont we get more money if we bring her ourself?"
"Yeah but i dont want to risk getting our guys involved with her, we might get caught by the authorities if we chase her."
"we can just pay them off no?"
"not with that bounty, they might want it for themselves."
"if you say so boss, Parslon out."

Sludge Royalblue127

Out on the docks it seemed the airspace was getting just a little more crowded with security drones, and the amount of people going from one place to another increased as if searching for something. Guards still stood by their respective stations, and the normal business went on as usual but there was a clear sign of unease coming from the government workers, the type that something is going on but they don't know. The locals continued on their usual peddling, trained or rather, used to shady characters doing things that they themselves dont really need to know about.

 

[Kokurai Gaisgeach]

James P. Kobayashi
Stardate 0283
Chattaan's Engine Room, Kamarin Space Station
Mistory

Charlotte? Kobayashi was slightly confused on the message seeing he's used to calling it the Chattaan, he pondered for a bit until he realized that the message came from none other than Balek, who also knows the ship from Thrusters to the bridge. Sitting down on the seat infromt of the monitors that displays everything about its engines, Kobayashi went to look at it after the message reveals that it was emanating odd sounds.

"The Thrusters are at normal percentage... Huh." Kobayashi sighed as he sinks on the chair, staring at the monitor.

"Yeah... I shouldn't let the monitors do the talking to me always..." He stood up, before picking up his toolbox that was nearby. Kobayashi knew it's been a few months since it's last check up and that the odd sounds that Balek mentioned was new.

"Alright. Say Aah..." Going beside the Engine block and opening it's panels, one can see a strew of mechanical parts, neatly and orderly packed in the block. He went on to repeat this in all of the engines and found that reason for the odd noises was the build up of carbon which caused some of the parts to be loose.

Scraping off the carbon build up, by the time he finished he would have enough Carbon to make jewelry such as Diamonds or make a lot of pencils.

"This is a dirty engine, Sheesh." He said as he re-tighten the loose parts. "I should leave a note to the other engineers in this ship seeing I'm busy in the bridge."

As Kobayashi fixed himself and prepared to leave to walk back to the bridge, he left a note saying:

Found the problem, engine was dirty and the parts got loose. Already cleaned it up, any engineer who gets stationed here, please clean the engine blocks. That build up of Carbon would have destroyed the engine. Signed JP.

 

[Sludge]

Howard, Docks / sub level

At the moment Howard was being escorted by two very determined men. Although it would be more accurate to say that he was being forcefully dragged away and by people who looked like they crush bricks with their hands for fun.

They left the arrival area and were heading deeper into the station. The pristine clean white walls gradually gave in to dark corridors covered with rusted pipes and ventilation shafts. There were people here, roaming amongst makeshift cardboard tents. Howard tried calling out for help to some stranger but he didn't even bother to look in his direction. What a prick.

Spoiler

Eventually they arrived to an opening where several plastic chairs had been prepared around a square pipe protruding from the floor; it must have served as a table. Without a word one of the men pushed down Howard's shoulder making him sit on a chair. The other took guard in the middle of the entrance, overseeing the whole room from afar, his back towards the exit.

A minute of silence, only broken by the soft humming of the air siphons ...and periodically resurfacing grunts. Huh? Howard leaned forward and looked down one of the corridors branching away from the room. The grunts must have been coming from behind one of the doors in the corridor. After a particularly loud one, the grunts got cut off.

A door opened and a man walked up to the chairs before plunging into one with a long satisfied "phew". His knuckles had red smudges covering them. Howard recognized his face almost immediately.

Gideon. Howard's old classmate.

"Yo," Gideon noticed Howard "I texted you but you didn't come."

"We had trouble landing." Howard said matter-of-factly.

Gideon stared at him for a bit as if he heard something surprising. The man suddenly hit his forehead with a palm, "sorry! I really needed to meet you but I thought I got ditched because you were afraid of me or something silly like that! So I asked the Stefano brothers to help you find the way here." He gestured at the two thugs that brought Howard here. "I asked them to be as gentle as if you were their mother. They love her very much you see."

Howard looked at the thug behind him and he nodded in return. Howard turned back and smiled "Don't worry, I am used to things like that... but please don't do it again. A simple text message won't give me a heart attack."

lllll

After some awkward but overall warm small talk, Gideon asked one of thugs to bring him "the thing". A small briefcase with shiny chrome surface was placed between them on the makeshift table. Howard nodded towards the briefcase "So you want us to deliver this?"

"No, this is just the payment," Gideon said and pushed the briefcase towards Howard "A half of it. I need you guys to deliver an animal to a system close by. Some seven or eight parsecs away from here."

Howard opened the briefcase then immediately shut it closed. "What in the world this?!"

"Glass," Gideon answered naturally.

"What do you mean glass, I can't take drugs as payment!"

"Oh whatever. I know you want to start your own business or something. Take it for yourself, I don't really care what you tell your boss."

"No, Gideon, no deal. I don't want any trouble."

"Ah, I understand. Man up or I'll help you make up your mind."

Gideon made a vague signal towards the thug behind Howard. It took Howard a moment to realize it meant, and once he did, he instinctively jumped away from his chair, moments before it got crushed under the weight of the thug's cybernetic arm. The cyborg then slowly headed towards Howard.

"Meet Stefano and," Gideon gestured towards the second cyborg "also Stefano. They are brothers."

Petroshka Royalblue127

((Thugs are under shared control. Do whatever you want.))

 

[Crumbli]

Delphine 'Whisper' Ursa
Stardate 0283
Delphine's quarters and bridge, Chataan, Kamarin Space Station
Mentions: Kokurai Gaisgeach

Despite Delphine's best efforts in the Danube system to get her hands on a surplus of Glass, she found none. The dealers and cartels of the system were in possession of many but seemingly lacked her one love. It wasn't a serious issue, only a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. However the unfortunate lack of supply did result in leaving her only with what she had originally entered the system with. To others the three day travel was peaceful or at least less than active but to the only Conifes of the crew, the travel from the Danube system was three days of painful sobriety. She told herself that she'd do one of her many vials of Glass the moment they touched base. For three days she reassured herself of this fact.

Luck had found her however. It was without a doubt obvious to the majority of the bridge crew why she'd been lingering on the bridge when she usually preferred the company of her room or other users on the ship. She wanted to hit up as soon as humanly, or in her case conifesly, possible. As they came to a slow from hyper space she could feel her heart begin to race. She nonchalantly lingered around until the communications and forewarnings were over and made a conscious effort not to run to her quarters. She enjoyed the touch about avoiding conmen, ironic considering she had no intention of avoiding her own company. If there were people to part from their money this was the station to do it on. A lot of passing hands and not much time to remember a face. Passing this chance was like telling a burglar to pass by an open vault. It wouldn't happen.

She makes her way back to quarters slowly and attempts to draw as little suspicion as possible. She places one of her six hands on a small panel outside the room and the door opens with a slight hick from the time she decided to try and modify the opening speeds. She runs her tongue over her large canines and steps inside of the spotlessly clean room. There was nothing more that she hated than her room being in a messy state while high and despite her lack of high the irritation at mess remained in her system. With a quick rub of her eyes she makes her way over to her bed and swings herself onto it, reaching a hand down the side of her mattress and pulling out a small plastic container of what appeared to be sugar crystals. A smile forms on her face and she pulls at the lid with one of her hands, holding it with another, brushing her hair with two more, and keeping her two free arms tucked down the side of the mattress. In a shaky voice she flirts with the plastic container, the lid popping off as she does. "I know, I know. I've missed you too. You want to do what to me? Oh I better let you then."

She giggles at her own flirting with the inanimate object and pulls her hands in to her eyes. Two of them pulling at each eye while the hand that had pulled the lid off receives a gentle coating of crystals by the hand that had held the container. She taps the bottom of the container to encourage the crystals to fall out and they do with little difficulty. She brings the finger to her eyes and quickly presses it into the underside of her eyelid. She snaps her fingers away from her eyes and quickly seals the container up with the two hands from before. With the other four she violently lashes against her bed letting out a slight scream of joy followed by the phrase, "Fuck me up!" Within a few seconds she brings herself to a stop and her eyes began to sparkle. Life suddenly seemed good again.

She waits for the showers to stop being in use so that she can use more of the hot water for herself and soaks in the shower for what feels like a blessed eternity. She sets a wet and warm foot upon the floors now slippery from the all the steam and looks at herself in the fogged up mirror. She was beautiful in every regard of the word. All of her flaws were simply perfections in another name and her wet frizzy hair was such a cute statement she couldn't deny it a chance to work its magic. She dries herself off with a pearly white smile the entire time and makes sweet gestures at herself in the mirror. By the time she dries herself off and finds herself dressed, the rest of the crew has seemingly moved on with not a soul in the area outside of her chambers. She stays in her door for a moment before walking towards the bridge to make an announcement of her own.

She runs her sensitive finger tips across the walls as she goes, having missed the sensitivity of her own body while sober. The bridge door opens and she steps inside, making her way over to the intercom device and leaning into it. Her voice conveys her giddiness while also being crystal clear. To anyone on board who actually knew the six armed woman it was clear she was in the startings of a Glass high. To the rest, she'd simply seem excited about the station. "Attention all members of the crew, this is your book keeper speaking. I was thinking that this station has like a fee or whatever to get inside and basically we're all broke. So if you want to go inside you need to tell me and stuff. I'm on the bridge and will be for a few. But this is going to be fun anyway so let me know what you need while we're here and I'll see what I can do. Also I need to talk to James if he's on board. I have a special assignment." She turns off the intercom with a handful of giggles escaping her and proceeds to recline against a wall and waits for the rest of the crew to come to her if they needed anything.

 

[Teh Frixz]

As the light of consciousness faded in from outside her mind, the various colors of whatever artificial reality her brain was dreaming up melted away into the nothingness and there was a split second of panic. The world looked dull and cold, full of blurry faults in her vision that sparked the panic. A split second later her optical overlays kicked on and her real world came into view.

The room brightened and adjusted to perfect clarity, minute details become evident and the figure in the mirror above her hammock all popped into being. She hated sleeping alone, the isolation being almost painful so after taking down a mirror from the last station they visited lavatory, the Scrapper known as Chert Reese could finally sleep a bit better.

Reaching up an artificial hand, she stroked the cheek of the woman looking back at her before rolling to her stomach in the hammock. Roughly three meters in the air, Chert pulled the fabric of her hammock aside to peek down below. She’d setup her home in one of the many utility shafts of the Chataan, foregoing a room on purpose. At least this way people would often walk by her, their presence and voices comforting. More comforting than hiding behind the door of a private room.....plus there was the fact that without a room, her hoarding never got as bad as it once was.

Speaking of, Chert twisted the opposite direction to check on her stash. A small hole in the wall was all she needed to hook her finger in, then yank down and there it was. Her stuff. A middling to low value range of items she’d been keeping tucked out of the way. Most of it could be qualified as junk but it was basically all she owned. Clothing, tools, snacks, a couple packs of credits, and whatever illicit substance was the flavor of the month for Chert.

She ruffled around in the stash, pulling out various items of clothing. Sniffing each once to make sure it wasn’t too dirty by her standards before sliding them on. As she changed, her legs dangling over the side of the hammock, she inspected herself in the liberated mirror. Same old face, same old augmentations. Her internal systems were all green too. Nobody had taken anything out of her while she slept. Always a good way to start the day. She ran her hands through her hair, letting the accumulated engine oils and whatever mess had been on her limbs lubricate the charcoal black mess before tucking her shirt and dropping down out of her nest to the floor below.

Landing with a hiss of her legs absorbing the blow, Chert loudly yelled as she stretched out fully before retracting back. They should have been docked by now, so the ship would be mostly empty. A decent opportunity to see what people left laying out in the that she could take before meandering down to the engine to check on the carbon build up she’d been cultivating.

Strolling shirtless as she fought with the fabric, Chert rounded a corner to find a beautiful little bracelet just sitting out on the grating. Her flawed toes click once happily as she immediately shoved it in her mouth, swallowing and diverting it to a sub gullet be coughed up later. She smiled to herself just as an announcement started, ship wide.

It was the voice of the one with the arms and teeth. Chert had only been around a short while was was still learning names but that one made her irrationally happy to look at. It was like watching the wax lamps, just shapes and movement being odd. It was entertaining.

Chert thinks for a moment, trying to remember how she remembered the woman with the arms name.

“Lot of arms, good music, music loud, makes wordsound like... WHISPER” Chert makes a chirping tone, the artificial material implanted in her throat creating the happy tone. Whisper, also known as Delphine. Funny arm lady. Apparently she was saying that the station was charging an entrance fee. Chert unconsciously scratched at the newest augment she’d used the last of her money to have installed. Literally zero credits to her name but wealth could be found inside the station. If the Whisper woman was going in, maybe she could tag along as a guest to avoid paying.

Deciding that this was best, Chert turned on her clawed heel and set off for the bridge at a jog. A few left turns, a jaunt through a cargo bay and Chert found herself before another utility shaft. One that led directly to the bridge. Yanking the grating off, Chert slid into the shaft and began climbing upwards at a disturbing pace before reaching the Bridge.

Making considerable noise as she pushed into a vent, eventually she reached the wall she’d been looking for. Her body stretched out and squeezed into the air vent above the wall which the multi-appendaged Whisper was leaning on.

“Whissper...Delphine!” Chert nearly shouted through the grating above Delphine. “It Chert! In vent, ask you about get on station! No credits, want on. You help!?”

Chert wiggles a few more feet forward, pushing the grating off as she started to emerge from the vent.

Crumbli

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

Adrian H. Shepard
Stardate 0283
Personal Quarters, Medical Bay, Bridge, Chattan

"Another day, another pit stop..." Adrian sighed, resting his hand on the frosted over view port of the cryotube. Through the translucent port, barely visible outline of a woman's face and her flowing red hair billowed about in the cryogenic fluid. Sighing once more, Adrian gave the cryopod and affectionate pat before leaving his quarters and entering the Medical Bay.

"Might need more supplies... Might need to synthesize more painkillers and Smilax for the next trip." Adrian muttered, pulling his datapad out of his doctor's coat. He skimmed the inventory while physically checking the stocks. It was decent enough. Enough to last everyone for a good month or so unless an emergency or a bout of idiocy happens. That was when their resident spider did her little announcement. Into the station proper eh? Well it would be nice to nab some extra meds while they're there.

"Might as well." Adrian hummed, leaving the Sick Bay (making sure to lock it down as a precaution) and ambly strolling towards the bridge. What did they need? Some extra tranqs? Maybe a few anti-radiation shots? Those are always in demand. Adrian figured he should at least get a set plan by the time they're in. So by the time he arrived at the bridge... He was still muddling over getting those anti-rad shots or a new stock of sanitizer.

"Hey Del. Heard you were planning to enter the city proper. I want i-.... What's the new Toolkit doing in the vents?" Adrian calmly asked, watching as Chert wiggled her way out of the vent. Augmented. Always interesting but this one seemed extra special. ..... Very special.

Crumbli Teh Frixz

 

[Crazy Trey-n]

(Emmett, Huntertabbysandshark3 , Royalblue127 Mentions: Sludge , Shindoku )

It seemed as though the announcements rolled in all at once; a declaration of debauchery ahead should anyone be willing to get into the city coming from the wild-haired glass addict, a shopping list from a supposedly peaceful robotic engineer, the brief, subtle appearance of the ship's potentially unstable janitor bot, and the one that caught his attention... the simple, straightforward request for backup from a man called Corvus. There'd been very little in regards to Emmett's interactions with the crew, but the kidnapping seemed of upmost importance. He didn't know this Howard well, but contracts and money for the city could wait, particularly so if someone else on the crew could come up with it more efficiently than a somewhat sickly shape-shifter and a hulking mini-mech.

"This... Jetty is right, Tarsel," he murmured in the direction of the metallic beast. The brief conversation between the two bots before him provided a bit of mild amusement and insight, but only enough to understand that they were both perhaps capable of holding their own, alongside their names. "Change of plans - how about we do our warp-drive operator a solid?" The Rei'Coness lifted an arm and tapped a fingertip to the holo-display strapped to his wrist, clearly presenting the alert sent out by the crew's hackerman. "The contracts in the city can wait. Maybe you'd enjoy a bit of skull-crushing? It'd certainly give you a reason to keep that gun strapped to your back, and perhaps you could convince the janitor to do some damage with that mop of his." With those final words and a wave of his hand, Emmett sprinted down the deck of the ship and away from the ship further down the docks, quickly diving into the clamoring, sprawling expanse of the slums. The only thing he could do now was trust that the others would find their way to Corvus or find their own way down.

There wasn't a thing he hated more than shifting, but the situation called for it. Corvus's drone provided a video feed up until the men dragging Howard along disappeared even deeper into the docks, quite clearly below any observed and regulated portion of the station. The process was simple in theory: overwhelm one sense, focus on a humanoid shape, and boom. The practice was far more complicated. This time he was forced to bite down hard onto the inside of his cheek and glanced at a young boy running by with a group of friends. With the image seared into his mind, he stumbled and cried out as a pain rippled through him. It felt as though every limb was being forcible compacted by a machine and ended up taxing both his mental and physical health during the transformation, but the result was effective: one glance in a passing window showed a young boy with his features and baggy clothes staring back at him. The pain was gone, but he knew that it'd come back doubly so later on. With that done, Emmett tagged his location through the comms and padded down on bare feet into the depths of the docks.

***
Location: Docks, Sub Level
​

It didn't take long to reach Howard's location. The two men who'd dragged him here made quite an imprint in their wake - quite literally, based on the imprinted metal tracks that he'd followed through the shafts. Whoever these men were, they were certainly heavies.

Emmett peered around the final corner just in time to see the metal chair Howard had been seated on being crushed beneath a heavy metal hand. Well, that confirmed that. His current form had allowed him to get to track the kidnappers and navigate the depths far quicker than he'd hoped, but it would do nothing to help him against the brutish thugs. They were quickly closing in on the young man between them, so he had to do something.

I hate shifting... It was the only thought that drifted through his mind as he stepped out from around the corner, plucked a rod of stray metal from the ground, and chucked it at one of the brothers. The rod didn't do more than glance off of it's head and skid loudly across the ground. It had to be one of the most irrational, least pragmatic ideas that he'd ever had, and that sentiment was doubled down when they both turned toward him. They shared a look, a nod, then the one who'd been hit split off in Emmett's direction whilst the other carried on slowly toward Howard. It took no more convincing for him to begin sprinting toward the middle of the room, aiming for the demolished metal chair sitting in the middle of the room, not far from where a strange man sat with briefcase in hand.

Yup. Definitely a bad idea.

 

[Kokurai Gaisgeach]

James P. Kobayashi
Stardate 0283
Chattaan's Bridge, Kamarin Space Station
Crumbli Wandering Grim Hollow

Just as he was about to open the door to the bridge, The intercom opened up as a voice spoke through it, such a beautiful voice, Kobayashi realized that the speaker was none other than Delphine. He stopped in front of the door to listen to announcement before hearing her summoning him to the bridge.

"Ah shit, here we go again." Kobayashi mumbled to himself.

"I was about to check the refueling process but... Fine." Before he could move. The Doctor already opened the door for him as He... Or She passed by.

Going into the ship he could see Delphine sitting pretty by the bridge.

"Hey. I'm here what do you need?"