Futuristic Space Truckers

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The year is 2331. The galaxy is in the midst of a financial crisis. These are trying times, with many available jobs being high risk, and low reward. Somehow you were able to get a job for Harrods Interstellar Delivery Solutions, on a small cargo ship. Sure, the pay ain't great, and you got an above-average chance of dying, but it's still better than nothing. You've arrived at the spaceport of Flagstaff, the spatial gateway to the Americas. The HIDS Fundy, the ship on which you will be spending the next 6 months, sits in her dock, aged and rusted from thousands of cargo runs. According to the flight plan, your first run will be on a rather popular trade route, between Earth and Altanaria. However, Galatic Union member Carnisoes, a rather important system on the route has been staring down Pansolar Federation powerhouse Jonieson for over half a century now. With the recent GU sanctions against them, as well as the ongoing financial depression, the Jonisons are growing more and more interested in Carnisoes. Going through there is a dangerous, yet unavoidable part of the Earth-Altanaria trade route, and tens of ships have already been lost. Will you and your crew make it through in this wild galaxy? Or will your very first mission also turn out to be your last?

RULES

-Normal RPN site rules apply, feel free to read up on em
-No OP chars, mary sues, you know the drill
-I call the shots, but feel free to PM me if you want to share an idea or whatnot.
-Try to stay caught up in stuff going on in-RP

OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/space-truckers-ooc.352523/

CS: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/space-truckers-cs.352524/

Loar: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/space-truckers-lore.352535/

 

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Aric walked into the main terminal building of the spaceport. Flagstaff Spaceport was by far the biggest spaceport on the planet, and was busy at almost every hour of the day. Today was no exception, with all kinds of people roaming around the airport, moving to catch the first batch of morning flights. Making his way into the offices section of the port, he showed the guards his HIDS card, and was met by a man in a suit. "Aric, there you are!" the man said to him, walking alongside him. "Been wondering when you'd show up. Today's a pretty big day for you!". Aric replied "Yeah, I know all right. Lead Distribution Engineer, never thought I'd make it, Mike" Mike was the assistant to Mr Harrod, the CEO and founder of HIDS. He'd always check in with the chief engineers, see if they were working correctly, for Mr Harrod. Aric stepped onto an automated transport, to get to the hangar where his ship was being prepared. Mike followed suit, prepared to give him a briefing on his next job.
The transport pulled into the Fundy's hangar, and Aric and Mike stepped out. Aric stared up at the Fundy. Its grey and red color scheme was dented and scratched all over the place from the various fights, crashes, and close calls she had had over her 86 years of service. HIDS ground crews were working all around him on things like refueling and the loading of the ship's cargo. Mike called Aric over to the ship's entrance, and the two stepped inside. Once Aric had settled in, Mike gave him the scoop on the mission.
"Your job is a typical shipping run, from here to Altanaria. Your route will include 5 intermediate stops, in the Barnard, Xuminia, Carnisoes, Firkentia, and Deneb systems. Your mission logs should be in the main control room, they'll contain everything else important, i gotta get back to work."
Mike turned back before he left "Also, one more thing, you'll have some new employees with you this time around, you know how it is with the galactic economy as it is. Good luck, Aric, you got a lot going for you this time around"
Aric settled into the main control room, placing his stuff to the side, and began reading over the logs for the mission. It was mostly things like what cargo they were carrying, flight routes to take, how much fuel they had, stuff like that. He figured he'd read into this until the rest of the crew showed up. Right now they were all scattered around Flagstaff Spaceport, some just arriving earlier today. Aric let out a sigh. He had a lot to manage in his new job, and although hew was confident, he couldn't help wondering if something would go terribly wrong again...

 

[WordArtist]

The sound of clanging metal and heavy footfalls was followed shortly by, "Hey, Boss." The female voice - young, if the tone was any indication - came from behind a pair of boxes, each filled with what appeared to be junky hunks of metal. The short pair of legs that carried them up the stairs seemed to know exactly where they were going despite the fact that there was no way possible that whoever was behind the boxes could see around them to figure out where she should be walking. Somehow, she managed to reach the top of the stairs without tripping, and she crossed the control room confidently before finally putting the boxes down in front of a large panel that had been left open in one wall. She never bothered to look back and find out to whom she'd been speaking before crawling inside the space behind the panel and dragging one of the boxes in with her.

She crouched comfortably not far inside the access way as she dug around in the pocket of her dingy, canvas coveralls for her tools with one hand and inside the box for a part with the other. Now that she was no longer hidden behind boxes, she was in clear view. Her auburn hair was a disaster, its wild mess choppy and uneven. The hair looked frayed at the ends, and frizz seemed the name of its current game. She gave up looking for the part and brushed a chunk of her wild hair behind one ear, revealing its mangled form for a split second before the hair simply fell back into place. It didn't phase her. After digging for her part once again, she finally decided that looking might help and dropped her spanner on the ground to go digging with both hands, practically sticking her head in the box with them to try and find the singular part she needed.

It was several loud moments later - the banging and grinding and clanking enough to drive any quiet man mad - before she finally sat up and triumphantly held the part she'd been digging for, presumably found at the very bottom of the box. The tiny piece of circuitry was no larger than the tip of her finger. It was no wonder she'd had such a hard time finding it. With spanner in hand, she set about removing a much smaller panel from the wall inside the access shaft. Shifting it to one side, she frowned at the multitude of boards behind it and carefully pulled each out one at a time, examined it, and replaced it where it belonged. It was the fifth one in a series of seven that she finally smiled at. "Ah hah. There you are, you little bugger. I knew you were in there somewhere." Laying the board on her lap, she tugged another tool - this one not so easy to recognize - from another pocket of her coveralls. Moments later, the tool had carefully tractored the damaged circuit off the board and dropped it into the part box. She got a good hold on the new circuit with the tractor and reversed it, directing the tool to delicately mount the circuit in its proper place.

In total, she'd been working maybe five minutes at the repair when she put the large panel back in place on the wall, good as new. She dropped her tools back into her pockets and stood up, brushing herself off - not that it did a lick of good. It was only then that she turned around to get a look at the control room... and the strange man in it. "Oh. You're not boss. Who're you, and why are you in Boss' chair? He won't be happy, you know." Clearly, she didn't get the memo... or didn't read the memo.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Euphemia

Down in the cargo hold, Euphemia was midway through the loading process for a particularly important run. Besides the hefty amount of cargo on the legal manifest, she was being trusted with some fairly important items on the LTL manifest.

She smirked a bit at the terminology that Harrod chose to use. Less than legal. More like fully illegal. She'd already stowed dozens of bundles of synthetic cannibis, a couple small packages of various pills and powders, at least five hundred pounds of illegal mineral ores for the fabrication of military grade weaponry and a pair of exotic 'animals' held in stasis.

Oddly enough the hardest part was hiding the ore, Effie having gone out and borrowed from her cousin a dozen weightlessness generators and rigged them up to fool the docking sensors to hide the extra weight. Even the most stringent of inspections should be a breeze, the Fundy was one of those ships old enough to hide things in the cracks.

Suited hand tossing the manifest aside, she noted Misty, the engineer, carrying another load of boxes onto the ship. Running the calculations in her head at what those boxes could contain and how much they weighed, they were still in the clear for their miscellaneous category.

When the bang came from up above, Effie jumped. For some reason she didn't make the connection that The mechanic was going to do some sort of repair. And that repair was possibly and likely in a location that Effie was using to hide something most of the crew shouldn't be seeing.

Rushing up just in time to see Misty talking to that Aric guy, Effie stood there waiting for her turn to speak. Staring at the newly replaced panel and anxiously shifting her weight from foot to foot.

 

[Petroshka]

Irisfillya was out in the market centers of the space port doing some shopping of goods that they could sell on the way to their destination of Altanaria, she knew that in their first stop, Barnard, that there was a unusually strong market for skincare products, so she bought about a ton of sunscreen and various other products in bulk so they could sell it there for a good profit. She got them off a well known items broker for a good discount, of course she had a manuscript of a illegal transaction over his head it would be suspicious if he simply gave her products for free so she paid him about the quarter the amount of what it should cost and directed the shipments over to the fundy. "The fundy," She shook her head at the name, five decades seemed to have dumbed down their naming capabilities, goodness knows what happened to the economic situation while she was asleep. Irisfil walked back to the hanger leaving the uncomfortable broker behind.

As she entered the main hangers doors she spotted a unfamiliar face boarding the fundy while Grant was busy loading the products into the ship. "mhm" Waling to the ship Irisfil saw Grant get suprised and rushed into the ship. was it that man? what was he doing? She started to run toward the ship and inside only to see Grant just standing there while the shorty was busy talking to the man. With a sigh and a larger than average puff of steam came out of her 'mouth'. She walked infront of Grant and confronted the Stranger. A blue glow could be seen flowing down her tentacles, she was scanning him to identify him. "Your boss" Irisfil shot a look at Stormbreak. Another one of those bad naming structures of the unfortunate modern day. "has been replaced." She then looked back to the man named Aric. "Hopefully this one isnt as incompetent as the last one." Irisfil then turned around to walk back to the crew quarters but stopped after she was right behind Grant and whispered. "Don't tell him about the special cargo"
crumbelivable WordArtist Teh Frixz (tell me if i need to change anything or if ya'll have problems with the stuff i put in )

 

[crumbelivable]

Aric still had his face deep in the logs when he heard a few loud sounds from just outside the control room. He figured it was just ground maintenance crews doing some routine inspection and maintenance. But after a while, the noises stopped, and Aric spied what appeared to be a small girl staring at him. She questioned him why he was sitting in her boss's chair. A sadness came over Aric. The former captain of the Fundy had been transferred to the Carnwennan while the Fundy had undergone maintenance. He had died in the catastrophic pirate attack along with the then-current LDE and many others. It would be hard for him to tell the bad news to her. Just then, a Pyrusian, likely a new recruit, arrived in the control room, apparently waiting to talk. "Uh.." Aric said, turning his attention back to the small technician "Something happened to your old boss..." he began to explain, but was cut off by what a rather advanced android or cyborg, another new recruit, entering and explaining to the girl, Stormbreak, the logs said, that he had replaced her old boss, before leaving just a quickly as she had appeared. "Yeah..." Aric said, confirming what the android had said. "I'm your new boss. Name's Aric. I'm sure you've seen me around." He reached out to shake hands with stormbreak, while the Pyrusian remained hardly moving, on one spot.

WordArtist Teh Frixz

 

[Teh Frixz]

Euphemia Grant

Once again, the culture of her people proved an inadvertent savior. Waiting for her turn to speak to the Engineer, and by extension the new boss, about if the tiny woman found anything under the panel she'd just replaced, the tentacle faced android Effie had the pleasure of meeting before during the hiring process came up and whispered to her.

"Don't tell him about the special cargo"

It seemed they'd be flying with their cargo not fully disclosed. While not technically polite, it did save a lot of effort and made Effie feel more confident. If the Captain didn't know, the better he'd be at hiding any concern from inspection agents.

This relief was not shown in her body language however. The Pyrusian stiffening up and remaining silent. Everyone here besides Miss Stormbreak was at least perceived a higher rank and status and therefore Effie was to wait until addressed to speak her turn. Putting her gloved hands together and continuing her little shifting of weight back and forth, Effie waited her turn.

 

[WordArtist]

"Oh." It was the only reply Misty gave to the news that her boss had been replaced. She didn't seem to care. Retrieving her two boxes, and with no explanation as to why she'd brought both of them up when all she needed was one tiny part out of one of the boxes, she tromped back downstairs, boxes-first, and remarkably without tripping. She ignored Aric's attempt at a proper social greeting entirely. Whether she was always that rude or just didn't notice his offered hand for the boxes in her way, it was impossible to tell. As she was clanging her way down to the next deck, she yelled back up the stairs, "Maintenance inspectors will find that stuff right away, Effie! Best fix it!" No sense of delicacy whatever.

Repairs went swiftly as she replaced the last of the outdated or damaged equipment on the ship. She'd left the minor, tedious things - the things they could still function without fixing - for last, making absolutely certain that the ship would be ready for departure on schedule even if she was lagging behind... not that she ever lagged behind. She'd told them exactly how long it would take to update and repair the Fundy, and she had been spot on, just like she always was. Now, the Fundy was ready for departure except for the tiny little details that she was now finalizing... the things that made the Fundy quieter, smoother, and more efficient... at least in a mechanical sense.

It would take her under an hour to finish things up. By that time, most of the crew would be back on board. She could almost feel the Fundy humming beneath her feet. This ship was ready to run.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Eoin sat atop the Fundy and fluttered his wings occasionally to keep himself aloft. He was meditating quietly as he waited for the Fundy to finish preparations. Of course, he'd much rather be stretching his wings properly and sailing through the air in and around the spaceport, but for legal and military reasons he could not grasp, the HIDS, and by association the GU, had expressly forbid his flying inside the spaceport, and he was not allowed to fly unsupervised outside. Eoin had been confused at the vehement declination he'd received when he asked, but hadn't argued the point. He was finally starting to grasp that there was much he simply could not understand about non-wiveans until he'd had more experience with them. Though unapparent to Eoin, and esoteric at best to anyone else, many cultures have beliefs regarding powerful beings with white wings, and while normal wiveans would never be mistakenly identified as such, Eoin was no normal wivean. Fortunately, there were people with enough foresight to think of these things. The last thing Flagstaff needed was a mob of frantic aliens trying to flee before the terror of the White Harbinger (the GU classification for all beliefs for white winged avengers to be omens of disaster as opposed to the human view of angels).

 

[crumbelivable]

Aric confidently slammed shut the last of the flight logs. He was now caught up on all the necessary info for the mission. He was feeling much better about this trip. He radioed the main Flagstaff tower to queue him for departure. "This is the HIDS Fundy, requesting entry into departure queue" he said. "Granted" the tower replied "time to your takeoff is approximately 40 minutes."

Aric sighed. They'd be a bit delayed taking off. Hopefully that would be the worst thing that happened all trip. He decided to take this time to get acquainted with the crew. He spoke into the ships main intercom. "This your captain, Aric Wakeman speaking. We will be departing for the Barnard system in about 40 minutes. At this time, we would like to get all crew members into the crew quarters for briefing. I will meet you down there and give a basic rundown of put mission. That is all."

WordArtist Teh Frixz Petroshka Prrrgadilly

 

[Petroshka]

Irisfillya was already in the crew quarters in her own little abode looking over the logs of purchases, ship fuel, armament, etc. She was simply chilling in her bed legs crossed not really paying attention to the intercom after hearing "crew to crew quarters" There wasnt much for her to do after all and she already had an idea of her crewmates. The gasbag couldnt think for herself, the midget was a loose cannon, and the new captain is a vagabond. Sighing with a large and long puff of steam Irisfillya wondered why the hell she got this job at this place. She was destined for so much more, only for it all to be taken away.
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[Prrrgadilly]

Eoin heard the new captain's summons even from outside the Fundy and gave a nod even though he knew the Captain couldn't possibly see it. A single flap and sweep of his wings sent Eoin sailing over the Fundy and gliding down towards the ship's entrance. While most other flying peoples would need to flap several times to remain aloft and on course, few worlds that supported life could match the high gravity of his home world Cuelav, so Eoin slid through the air as easily as a plasma cutter through steel. As always, he folded his wings in partially just as he passed through the entrance to the Fundy. He'd learned the hard way that Captains hated having their ships dented by "a scale-feathered Queen of Blades that doesn't know how to walk like a normal person". He never could understand what that captain was referring to; he'd checked he indexes of Galactic Library System and found nothing.

Giving his head the slightest shake to clear it of unnecessary thoughts, Eoin put foot to floor gracefully and fold his wings in completely. Walking calmly, he made his way towards the stairs and up to the crew quarters. He had an interest in meeting his new Captain. He believed it possible for this Captain to be more agreeable than the last. Once he reached the common area of the crew quarters, Eoin stood up straight in a corner and waited patiently for the rest of the crew to arrive.

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[Teh Frixz]

Effie

A few minutes pass before Aric slammed his log shut loud enough to cause the patiently waiting Euphemia to jump.

Raising her hand slowly, Aric passed by to secure his position and then to make a slightly insulting announcement to meet in the crew quarters. She stepped back as seemingly without even looking at her he left the cabin.

Effie was slightly aghast and stood still in shock. She understood formality well but to be completely ignored was something else. Turning in place she decided she might as well follow the advice granted by the engineer. While a bit less labor intensive than having to remove the entire panel, Effie's gloved hand slips under and into an access port grasping the sealed box of cargo.

Dozens of locations where she could stow it came to mind as she toyed with the little box. Under the captains desk, inside the communications panel, even possibly within the double layered panels of the doorway. All valid spots but it seemed that Ms. Stormbreak was still doing work in here. Sighing and already considering that maybe this job was a bad idea, she followed after the captain towards the Crew Quarters.

 

[Buckteeth]

Tarkav was late, late enough that it was honestly embarrassing. He'd got distracted and missed his stop on the omnibus, forcing him to take an alternate, longer route. But this was a golden opportunity, and he wasn't going to lose it to a missed stop. He hurried through the Flagstaff hangar, two vac-seal bags at his sides, his breathing relatively elevated, sucking methane from the compact tank at his waist. His eyes flashed upon the Fundy, and he breathed a mental sigh of relief. He slowed, jogging lightly and approached as a white, avian alien swooped into the ship's entrance. He was reminded vaugely of something his cellmate told him of white beings with wings, but couldn't quite place it. With a mental shrug and a glance at the HIDS card clipped to his chest, he entered the Fundy.

He got lost briefly headed to the crew quarters, but quickly found his way again. On his way to drop off his things, he passed the crew common area and noticed the winged alien he saw earlier. Giving a brief nod, he placed his bag in his rooms and returned to the common area. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, and it seemed as good a place as any to pass the time.

Prrrgadilly

 

[Jester]

Malmaron wore a frown on his face as he raced towards the ship. If he knew what would've happened before he would've taken chances spending the night in an alley. A larger alien had gotten stuck in the hallway and panicked, getting himself stuck further. He hadn't planned on spending his morning pushing said alien outside with others outside. By the time he had reached the bus stop he had found it had already left and had to wait for another.

Looking ahead he at least found he wasn't the only one late. He noticed a boman in front of him, heading through the Flagstaff hanger and soon followed after. His eyes soon scanned the area, catching site that the ship hadn't left. He was relieved but he still had to get on. Once his eyes had seen the ship Malmaron was more focused on getting into the Fundy to notice much of anything around him. With his eyes glued to the entrance he noticed a white figure go inside followed by the boman. Once inside Malmaron lifted a couple ears. He heard Tarkav's footsteps going in a direction and sounded like another sound becoming more faint then the other. Malmaron followed the second sound as he made his way to the crew quarters. With eyes glancing around the room he caught sight of Eoin, figuring he was the white figure from before and then Tarkav before noticing the others.

 

[WordArtist]

Fixer heard the announcement as she was just finishing up the last of the repairs... but just because the repairs were finished didn't mean she was done. Shrugging, she continued her work, double-checking that all earlier-completed maintenance was still intact and doing a final inspection to ensure that all was as it should be. The thorough inspection she had in mind would actually take her well into flight, so she started with the deal-breaking areas first to make sure they were fully inspected before take-off.

In Misty's mind, the less she knew about their mission, the better off both she and the rest of the crew were. If she was questioned, she could truthfully say that all she knew was to keep the girl running right. Everything else was on the rest of the crew's shoulders. Besides, meetings were boring, and she'd much rather be with her machines than listening to some new kid on the block list their to-dos for their next run. She knew her job, and she knew it well. She kept their "freighter", if one could actually call it that, running smoothly; that was all she cared about.

Of course, Fixer gave little thought to how distracting all her crawling through the access shafts during the final inspection would be to the meeting. The clanking, scraping, and tinkering carried easily through the vents that tied every room together with the access shafts to ensure that air pressure remained nominal throughout the ship during their journey. Under normal circumstances, the air constantly flowing through them acted as a minimal sound insulator, but with the systems currently shut down for repair and inspection, there was nothing to prevent the echo from carrying everywhere on the ship... crew quarters included.

 

[crumbelivable]

Aric, noting everyone entering the crew quarters, made his way down towards the crew quarters, Effie, the quiet Pyrusian, followed him down as to the 2nd level, as he walked to the crew quarters. He looked around at the crew. Aric saw many crew members of note. There was Iris, the rather cynical cyborg and logistical manager of the operation. Then there was Eoin, the head pilot and bad luck charm of his species. There was Tarkav, the ship's janitor, and of course, Effie, who had followed him in here. Aric walked to the center of the room and called for attention. "Hello everyone" he said. "I am Aric Wakeman, captain of this vessel, the Fundy. As captain, it is my duty to inform the crew of the basics of this mission. The final destination of this mission is the Altanaria system. We will have intermediate stops in the Barnard, Xuminia, Carnisoes, Firkentia, and Deneb systems. Looking around, it looks like a lot of the crew here is new to HIDS. I'm not sure if you're all caught up on the political situation of Carnisoes, but well, it's not to nice. Even if you're rookies, I expect good hard work if you're gonna survive out there. But anyways, I think it would be good if we got to know eachother a little more before we leave for Barnard. As for me, this is actually my first ever mission as a commanding officer. But enough about me, what's you folks story?"

Petroshka Prrrgadilly Teh Frixz Buckteeth Jester

 

[Teh Frixz]

Effie

Seeing as this was a direct order, a polite order and one appropriate for her station, Effie felt no qualms about stepping up to speak first.

"Thank you Captain, I truly appreciate this chance to speak to the crew beyond electronic conversation or small conversation."

She bows, her suit scrunching as she does so.

"My name is Euphemia, it is wonderful to be speaking to you all, sirs and ma'ams. If it isn't known already, I'm the cargo specialist for our mission. I do beg of you to please let me know if any of you find anything unusually strange origins, it is probably something of mine to take care of. "

She steps back then steps right back up.

"Oh, I apologize for ending too soon. If you are wondering, I am not a human nor am I carbon based. I am a Pyrusian. As such, if I end up breaching my suit, I may catch on fire with the surrounding area. Don't panic please, if it happens I'll have the situation under control."

She smiles at the inside joke her species enjoyed since their first encounter with carbon based life.

"I want to also apologize if I come off a bit strange, my culture is very polite and built around social status to prevent physical violence. If I end up waiting near you, it means I'm simply waiting for permission to speak. I am definitely not stalking or spying! So, um, thank you all very much and I hope I can be a help to you."

Effie steps back, listening politelyfor the next speaker to take their turn.

 

[Petroshka]

Irisfil remained silent she didnt care too much about her crewmates nor did she care to share her history, there wasnt much to say anyway. To anybody it would look like she was busy staring at her holopad reading on things about Grant's race, having a gasbag like that could be dangerous around her fleshy crew afterall. it was half true however as she was also staring at the other crew taking scans of them and putting up their profiles, there was a constant stream of steam coming from her "mouth" as she waited for the introductions to be over.

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Eoin had only been standing the corner for a few minutes before another crew member entered the common area on the way to their room. It was a boman Eoin had never seen before, who gave Eoin a nod of acknowledgement which Eoin returned, before continuing into his room and returning a few moments later. Eoin had seen quite a few boman since leaving home, but he'd not taken the time to actually observe them closely until now. Without speaking, Eoin stared at the boman with unabashed curiosity and an intensity that usually made others feel uncomfortable. He stared at the boman without blinking up until the new Captain made his entrance, and his shifted his unblinking gaze to Aric and then Euphemia, in turn.

Eoin decided to make his introduction next. "I am called Eoin Eder. I am wivean and I have been told that I have the unfortunate inability to understand sarcasm. I left my home world to explore the galaxy and gain experience. I have been told to state that I am to be considered armed and dangerous at all times, and that I am not allowed to leave the Fundy without supervision. I am not to participate in any illegal acts and would thank you to assist me in my attempts to stay upon the quote "straight and narrow"." Eoin looked at each person in the common area as he spoke, but his focus was mostly on Aric. He spoke in a monotone voice that made it obvious that the words were memorized to ease interactions. Eoin gave a curt nod before falling silent again.

crumbelivable Teh Frixz Petroshka Buckteeth Jester

 

[Jester]

As the sounds echoing through the vents headed towards Malmaron he moved an ear, turning it towards the direction of the source. Despite that he kept his eyes focused on the group before him. As Aric began speaking his gaze shifted towards him. Has he listened to the mission he wasn't bothered by how dangerous it was. It wasn't as if this was his first time in a rough situation.


His head turned in Effie's direction as sh began speaking. Noticing her suit scrunching up a curious look appeared on his face. He continued to to watch her as she spoke. He could guess what these items might be but they're none of his business. It also looked like there was at least someone loading cargo while he was preoccupied earlier. Upon hearing that Effie could catch on fire Malmaron's looked at her in supprize. He'd keep her bursting into flames in mind.


His gaze then shifted towards Eoin as he spoke, unaware about being scanned. He wasn't bothered by his more then shady past and he wasn't going to ask.

It seemed like this'll be a good time to introduce himself. "I'm Malmaron." He began as he pointed towards himself. "I'm a tomor. I used to work on another ship, Blutee. If you haven't already heard they didn't do to well. If I remember correctly a higher up did caused it to fall. But I'm here now as a cargo handler."

 

[Buckteeth]

Tarkav wasn't really bothered by the curiosity of the Wivean. The wivean's gaze was neither suspicious nor predatory, qualities he'd learned to look for in the eyes of others. Still, it was rude, and Tarkav purposely avoided directly looking at the wivean. He was a bit surprised when the crew quarters suddenly filled and Aric made his announcement. He said a silent thanks that his luck let him arrive for what seemed to be a kind of meet and greet. He listened with polite interest for most of the crew's introductions, except for the Pyrusian. At the mention of her catching on fire, a hand unconsciously went to the methane canister at his waist. At last, it seemed like the right time for him to introduce himself, so he stepped forward.

"Hello." He gave a light wave. "I'm Tarkav, and I'll be the acting sanitation technician. I'll be cleaning the ship and making sure it's capable of supporting life for as long as we need it to. This is my first official job, but I have experience in my field. I'm a Boman, so I breathe methane," he tapped the tank at his waist, "so don't go messing with these, yeah? That's all." He stepped back closer to the edges of the room.

 

[crumbelivable]

Aric, having heard a good few people talking, was satisfied. He felt the crew talking about themselves amongst eachother would give them a good boost in morale, something you could never have too much of. "Alright, that's good" Aric said "It was nice to get to know a little bit about you all. Anyways, Im off, need to get the ship moving andown everything. I hope we can get closer as the mission proceeds." With that statement, Aric left the crew to their work, and made his way back up to the main control room. Checking in with the tower again, he found that he was right on time, as the order to push back had just arrived through the radio. Aric backed the ship up from the hangar, and began traversing the taxiway to queue up

"All crew members are to go to their liftoff stations at this time, that's all crew members to their liftoff stations."

 

[Prrrgadilly]

Following his own introduction, Eoin waited patiently as Malmaron, and finally Tarkav, introduced himself. he'd listened to each introduction carefully, and had filed the gathered information away securely. He even cataloged the studied silence of the cyborg, but saw no need to speculate her reasoning. Stepping from the corner as Aric excused himself, Eoin followed the Captain towards the control room. He was careful to keep a constant distance between them and allowed the thick pads of his bare feet to scuffle on the floor to keep the Captain aware of his continual presence. He'd been told on many occasions that most people were possessed of a need for personal space, and breaching that "bubble" was considered rude. He'd also been told that following them silently could be perceived as a predatory undertaking. Since Eoin was of a mind to be neither rude nor predatory, he adjusted his behavior accordingly. Hopefully, it would have the desired effect as Eoin entered the control room and went through his own preparation cycle for liftoff.

As the captain called the crew to liftoff positions, Eoin sat in his chair and applied the appropriate security restraints. Since the Captain had not asked him to take over for takeoff, he'd assumed that the Captain would like to do so himself. Of course, it was the most logical course of action. The tower would feel more confident with Aric behind the wheel than Eoin, and the wivean's piloting talents lies more in evasive and counter-striking areas. "Systems are green and good to go, Captain."

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Fixer heard the muffled sound of the intercom from within one of the maintenance shafts and inwardly sighed. Her maintenance and double-checking had been finished some time earlier, but her 'liftoff station' was a boring chair in the engine room - one she only sat in when unavoidable - and she'd been putting off getting there by crawling around the maintenance shafts looking for anything out of place. She knew good and well there was nothing out of place. She'd been over the place twice already with a fine-tooth comb. The ship was at her finest, with the latest technological upgrades at the crew's fingertips and a structural overhaul that would make a flagship jealous.

She reluctantly patted a bulkhead and backed her way out of the shaft and into the engine room where she'd started. She closed up the hatch, fastened it securely, and made her way to her chair in front of the engine display. The numbers looked good. She grinned. They looked -real- good. It was one of the few things about sitting in her chair that she didn't mind. The display console showed exactly how excellently she'd done her job, and that was all the praise she needed in the world. She stared at those slowly-rising numbers as the engine was readied for liftoff, and she waited. At least she could enjoy the show.