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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 5:29 pm
Jelena could only laugh at that. "You know...that give a whole new meaning to the phrases 'taking someone's hand' and 'giving them your hand'." Another laugh on her part, felt good to laugh after all. For a moment she watched James as he thought this as casual thing as ever before she gave her attention to Lillia again.
"I'll be okay." Though one of those smirks. "Well since you happen to be in the right place at the right time, I'll be taking you up on that matter. Can't hobble around an enclosure on crutches...and I need someone to jot down my quickly babbled words. You excell at that."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:40 am
Deep under the civilian workings of the Radiance, R.E.I.I.I.’s home cruiser, there was a room hidden from the prying eyes of unwanted visitors. Only those with special clearance could enter this fascinating place of technology and discovery. Namely, Darren Foxworth. Mechanical engineer of the Fleet, assigned to the post of Mr. Fix-It but also allowed to conduct his own experiments and personal projects on the side.
That would explain the physical state this large high-ceiling room was in. Machinery was piled on one side, a cluttered metallic table on the other, and random parts in between. The wall was barely visible except at the top near the ceiling and the floor was literally strewn with a wide variety of wires, cables, bolts, and small gadgets. Yes, Fox’s workroom was beyond messy.
Right now he was bent over, rummaging through a pile of parts, probably searching for a long-lost treasure. There were a lot of those around here. Black boots, black cargo pants, a fitted navy tshirt, and finally a head of messy blonde hair popped up as he straightened up and admired the tiny microchip between his fingers. Popping it into the back of a small PDA device he had withdrawn from his pocket, the screen soon flickered to life. "So this is the right one..." Giving an intrigued grin, he tapped a button and held the device out to arm level. He spoke to it, and the video flickered onto the small screen.
"Fixing things. Why am I always fixing things? Fox, fix this. Fox, I broke that. Fox, one of the drones just died in the corridor there, can you go help the bots fix it up? How am I supposed to just pick things up and move on? You know, just when you think your life starts being a little less than miserable, the universe throws you a curve ball and strands you out in left field. Geniuses need time to think! But sorry, no more time for philosophical musings. I gotta go fix things..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 7:49 pm
James and the Cerebus were having a mexican standoff. the pup completely comvering the enterance to her den, teeth bared and heads occasionally snapping at him. James was standing there, minus one hand, using the half globe attachment with the hundred little tiny gripper ended extending arms, trying to distract her with patterns, and thinking about what might get him past the pup. what worked on the myth...
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 4:57 pm
"I do indeed." In fact she pulled out the ever present pencil from behind her ear and walked to one of the side walls where a clipboard rested, hers of course. After checking to make sure she had the tablet already, she walked back to Jelly and offered her arm much the way a man would to his date.
"You can do this anyway you like. You can wrap an arm around my shoulder and support yourself that way or around my waist or you can just hang onto my arm and we'll go that way. Entirely up to you Jelly."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 5:16 pm
"I do hope you have treats in your pocket." Because that may be what she needed to first distract the creature. Though she did have a plan going into this. In all the literature she had read, there was one thing that was always done to the creature. Put it to sleep. Either lull it with song, or give it something to eat that would make it sleepy. Yes, she had tranquilizers in her own pocket.
But setting her crutches up against the emclosure wall, she took hold of Lillia's arm in that properly escorted lady style. She could support her own weight she just couldn't stand up striaght on her own. Though camp said that he was coming up with a new idea and they would try that out. "This is fine, let's just go save him and find out what she's ripping apart."
Captain Noris, swivled his chair to the bay window of his quarters that gave the pictureesque view of Earth. Look at it...as if it was mocking him. Well he didn't mind it...he didn't care. This was his life, his Fleet, his world...and he wasn't going to go down without a fight. In truth, Fleet didn't need Earth...they could self sustain just fine as it was. In fact, unknown to the rest of the inhabitants really, they had cut down to half the assistance that had from Earth months ago. Picking up a phone on his desk, he punched in a code. The little special link communicator on Fox's desk would start to go off.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 5:40 pm
Okay, James was a soldier, and that ment, things could be bested in combat. which ment at present, he was running for his life, probably literally, one bite mark, plently of clawing, with his bioware hand, his battle trophy. while a ferocious three headed hunting dog was crashing through the brush after him. Okay. breathe, deep breaths, run, dodge, duck, slide...over under and through rocky and forested terrain. She was just a puppy, and in comparision, was throwing a tantrum like a little kid having her favorite toy taken by dad. except her tantrums involved teeth. three mouths of sharp pointy teeth.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 5:56 pm
Sure enough, the link communicator did sound. In a series of loud irritating beeps. Fox nearly jumped at the sudden alarm and hosting a bewildered look on his face, he shoved the PDA device into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants. Now, there was a problem. The silver workbench was literally littered with so much crap, for lack of a better word, that the circular black coms box was nowhere to be seen. Damn it!
Using his best scavenger skills, he dug through the messy piles of metal and cables, flinging most of it onto the floor in the process. Finally, after two minutes of frantic searching, the box revealed itself near the back against the wall. Fox pressed his finger down on the red button, and the beeping stopped and the flashing light went off. Breathing heavily, he sat down on a stool and leaned onto the table. "Yeah, it’s me."
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:03 pm
"I always have treats in my pockets somewhere." She used her free hand to fish in there just to see if she had some and yes indeed, there they were. Along witht the tranquilizers she was required to have on her at all times, a random mint she'd stolen from one of the restaurants and...pencil lead. Now how had that gotten in there?
She watched as James made a really stupid move and now had to run for his life across the enclosure. "Well...there's more than one way to do it I suppose...though he went for the hardest and most likely to get himself killed way. Good job James." Raising her voice a bit she yelled, "Run James! Run!" Of course moving up to the enclosure with Jelly in tow, typing in the access code and bam! they were in.
"So while he entertains the baby, we go check it all out?"
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:17 pm
Michael tapped his fingers on his desk as he waited, listening to that trying to connect and waiting for a response noise that he personally hated. He watched the clock on the desk tick by the seconds...Michael usually gave Fox three minutes to answer the thing, seeing as it was probably buried soemwhere obscure.
Not the most together man, but good as hell at his job. Thus why he used with no fuss about his disorganized way. Then a sigh as it was finally answered and the familiar voice. Didn't need to say who it was, seeing as this was a line used only between Michael and Fox. Free of anyone else trying to use it and thus hold up transfer times. "Fox, I'm going to be putting Fleet on further standby with Earth, I need you to come up, with ship scematics as well, so we can discuss a bit of work I want done on security, inner and outer."
"He'll eventually run out of steam. Good thing I'm recognized as mommy still." Thus she snagged one of Lillia's treats, and then raised two fingers to her lips and produced a loud carrying high pitched whistle, just the kind to be able to get a big puppy's attention. While waiting for the pup, she pushed a tranq into the treat she had. Hm, might need two.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:35 pm
The captain’s voice came through the coms speaker, crisp as a fresh 20 dollar bill, which he hadn’t seen in so long he couldn’t even remember what colour it was. The captain sounded calm and controlled, though he usually was when he called Fox. None of that impatient frustration everyone else seemed to have with him. "Further standby with Earth? How much further do we have to go until those idiots get it?" A hand ran through the tousled blonde hair and a grin which Michael couldn’t see crept onto his face. "Ship schematics, I have. But dear Mr. Captain sir, I’m a busy man..." No, he wasn’t really trying to weasel out of anything. Just harmless time-biding right? Besides, he was more than up to his neck in repairs and upgrades.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:43 pm
Michael leaned an elbow on the desk and rubbed at his temples with his other hand. "Well, recently I have receieved some troubling news from my contacts. The military is trying to get the government to let it back in here. Be it occupation or otherwise, I don't know and I don't care. Seems there's some b*****d of a general down there. I want to take no chances with my Fleet. That, is why those 'idiots' aren't getting it. Someone new is having a crack at us."
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, one foot making it swivel back and forth slightly. Fox was the only one he probably let get away with having a smart mouth...only because he was so damn good at his job that he didn't even get paid for. Another sigh from him. "I want to see you asap then, understand me? And that does mean today or tonight."
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:45 pm
The general paced back and forth in front of the shuttle. rigging was being done in response to the alter fleet had put itself on, cutting certain land lines, restricting it's comings and goings. that ment false id's for all passengers, scanner scramblers to make weapons and ammunitions appear harmless. which ment more damned time. and he was not normally patient.
James was still playing human dodgeball, when Jelena's whistle got the pup's attention. mom. she'd get her toy back from the big meany..skidding a bit, she barreled her way to Jelena skidding to a halt and whimpering and whining and her nub tail waggling she wanted her chewtoy back!
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:57 pm
Her nurturing instincts snapped to attention at the sound of that whining. Poor puppy. "Aww...he stole your toy didn't he? Big meanie, yes he is." Lillia looked at Jelly who had just finished plopping the tranq into the treat. "Go for it Jelly, give her what she wants."
She glanced out at James for a moment and shook her head lightly, silly man. It would have been so much easier to just let Jelly handle it. The enclosure was definitely going to be fun to search. James said metal piping which could be anything really.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:10 pm
The topic of government interference from Earth was certainly a touchy topic, not something you'd want to randomly stick your foot into. Fox knew this and for someone who knew so well how to push the line to its limits, this wasn't a line he'd push frequently. "Aww again? Don't those earthlings have anything better to do, like mow their lawns?" Yes, cheesy humor plus Fox was a conbination that always did wonders for problems.
Another cheeky grin when the captain seemingly took the joke and didn't make any snappish comments. Ah, good ol' Michael. Always putting up with him... Gave a whole new meaning to the non-existent phrase "boss appreciation day". Innovation had found a microchip to fiddle with during the short conversation and now Fox twirled it between his fingers as he answered. "I don't work well with restrictions, boss. But I gotcha, today or tonight. Which probably means you'll see me in an hour..."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 7:22 pm
A hand reached out and pet each head, of course by this time she had gotten two other treats as well from Lillia, though not laced with tranq. All three heads only had one stomach after all. Didn't want to possibly overdose the pup. "Aw, did daddy take your toy from you that you were having so much from with? Here, this will make it better."
Spiked treat given to the middle head, regular ones give to the other two. Of course then she started humming a soft lullaby she remembered from her own childhood. Soothe the beast to sleep, that seemed to be the trick with the cerberus. Hopefully that had translated well in her genetic messings.
"Sometimes I think your forget where we come from. But the reprieve from mowing the lawn is indeed a welcomed thing." A light chuckle from Captain Noris then, still looking out the bay window's horribly thick mock glass and moving his chair back and forth. Then a nod that was just commonplace gesture, seeing as it would go unseen by anyone there. "Yes I know...you need your 'creative space'. But I do appreciate you giving me your time and doing it in a timely fashion of request. Thank you Fox." That said he hung up the phone. Didn't know why he put up with that guy...then again it was like putting up with Joey. The good ones were always eccentric.
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