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 Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 11:54 am
Fletch scowled at once as he spoke out to her so rudely. No wonder most of the crew muttered about how much they disliked the boy. He grated on her already inflamed temper, and her body tensed up, her entire form wholly unfriendly.
"I'm heading to the mess hall, thank you." She snapped at him, her right hand beginning to twirl the wrench dangerously. She had a bad habit of tossing it at the people who got on her nerves, whether she was overreacting or not, and she, as most of the engineers knew, was a deadly shot with the bar of metal.
Her tenseness didn't loosen or disappear as he smiled. His easily switching attitude wasn't quite right, though her frown became less severe. "....I'm the Chief Engineer." Fletch said stonily, eyes boring into his before he held out his hand, and they glanced down.
She contemplated simply walking past him, but that would be too rude. And knowing how young he was, he would probably go whining to the Captain that no one was being nice to him. Switching her wrench to her other hand, she shook his hand, still frowning slightly. "I'm Fletch."
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:44 pm
Red Eye stood up from her spot, bored with waiting on Gash to send Allister to bed. Calmly she placed the dart back into her flower arm band and went to the new gun he was working on. After a few twists of wires with steady hands she turned and held the gun out to him, "There you can go to bed now, I have it so it won't fire off randomly now. It probably isn't as advance as whatever plans you have but it is a decent working gun none the less. Now, go to bed. I don't know that much about guns, but I know enough to get this one working, and the inexperienced but steady hands of a Kree-" she was always referring to herself as a Kree, appearing to forget she was half human too, perhaps because she took more after the Kree race- "are a whole lot better than the clumsy thumbs of some sleep deprived humans."
Laying the gun down she pushed her still damp white hair behind her ear, "Stop whining about not getting away with anything either. If you can't get away with anything I already would have done an a**l probe or worse to you for the cheek you give me. I don't appreciate being hit on by someone who apparently is visually impaired when it comes to some women. Why don't you bother Fletch or the captain: they actually are the same species as you and ten times more attractive."
Crossing her arms she headed towards the stairs and said over her shoulder, "I will be checking your room in fifteen minutes, if I don't find you there in bed by then I will personally sedate you and drag you to the sick bay and let one of my in training orderlies play with you, without my supervision." Bowing her head she headed up the stairs pulling her short white hair to the top of her head and fluffing out some of the remaining water in it from her shower.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 9:47 am
"Thank you..." He rumbled, doing his best to keep his naturally booming voice down as he hunches a little to enter the captains office, eyes poring over the terminal gauntlet on his left arm as he reviews the systems he had in place to keep the Dawn on it's course; about all he really had to do when the ship didn't need direct piloting. Almost in total contrast to his voice were his footsteps, almost completely silent as he took a few strides over to the captains desk, eying the wine curiously for a moment before returning to his console, waving a massive hand over it as it shuts down.
He remained standing, shuffling a little to stand with feet shoulder width apart and hands folded behind his back; he'd never mentioned his military background, but he made little effort to hide it either, decidedly not sitting until recieving direct permission from the captain, though he was a little more direct with his words and intent, such that they were. "Captain, I apologize if I am interrupting something; I was simply curious about our stop at Last Edge." He began, starting at about normal, and trying to be a little quieter when he sees the win in the glasses shaking at his voice, only slightly embarrassed of his natural volume. "Things like how long we'll stay, what we intend to do..." He trailed off a bit, a bit of a guilty grin on his face. "And what the status of my request on that fighter was." He could pay for it himself, having essentially put away every cent he earned into savings, not really having found anything he would have wanted; a military man used to simplistic living had little need for extravagance. The trouble with the fighter would be space, and while he had shown loading diagrams that would allow it, it would diminish cargo space by that much.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 6:45 pm
Feroca gestured at the other chair, specially reinforced since his first visit to her office. "Take a seat. You're tall enough without you standing and me sitting." She smiled, gesturing to the wine. "Would you like some?" The female took a sip, a little disappointed of the poor taste compared to what she had been drinking earlier, but it would suffice. She found it was good to take a drink while Stripe was around. It soothed the slight discomfort in her ears while her nanobots worked to repair her damaged hearing.
At his question, she frowned slightly. "I did brief everyone when it was decided we were to go on this voyage." She played with the glass in her hand gently, holding the stem by two fingers and swirling the deep red liquid slightly. Her golden eyes moved to follow its hypnotic motion for a few moments before returning to look at the man. "We will stay there for as long as it takes to load up the supplies we're going to need. It may be a very long voyage and the last thing I need is the crew going hungry. Morale is going to be enough of a problem once we enter the void." A soft sigh wafted across the glass, disturbing the shiny surface slightly. "I understand the fear. It is uncharted territory... but we have a route, and we will be richer than our wildest dreams." A small smile touched her soft lips. "So essentially, I'll be giving everyone shore leave until the morning after the cargo is all loaded. Anyone who doesn't show gets left behind, I'll assume they decided not to come."
The smile faded at his next question, her eyes darkening slightly before returning to their usual bright hue. "I know you showed us how you could fit your fighter in but, it is a cargo bay, not a fighter bay. We do not have the fields that allow ships to pass through and hold the vacuum out. If we use your fighter, we'd have to dedicate the entire main cargo-bay for you to use. Either that or be willing to sacrifice everything that's in it if we need to launch it." She sighed, knowing it would upset her Chief Pilot, but what else could she say? It really was not practical. Not to mention, she wanted her best pilot on the Black Dawn, not gallivanting around in a one man fighter. This was a raider ship which meant it was made to move in space battles, not sit there and pound artillery at people like a battleship.
After a few moments silence, she shook her head, thinking she may regret her next few sentences. "If you can find a fighter that could mag-lock to hull of the Black Dawn, and survive a jump without getting torn off, then I may consider your request. However, you have to be able to get it on the Last Edge, and get it ready before we leave, if you want it before we go into the void."
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 2:19 pm
Stripe nodded his thanks as he moved to take the seat. It wasn't his piloting chair, which had taken on a very well worn look, but it was closer to eye to eye level with the captain than standing. He would have smirked, had he less control over himself, at the fact that even were the captain to stand with him sitting, he would still be higher up than she would be. With a nod and a genuine smile, he decided to accept the offer of wine from the captain, though his rather unique constitution did not normally allow for such a thing as alcohol. "Thank you, captain." He said, lifting the glass, looking little more than a shot glass as he holds it with careful hands in a small toast before drinking, the wine vanishing quickly.
"You will'na have to worry 'bout me in tae void, captain." He said, lifting the glass again with a bit of a gleam in his eye. If he could face down frigates and strike ships in a mining vessel, he had no real worries on his end, so long as gunnery did their job. "If'n ye've got moral problems, let me talk to thae crew; wont even need tae comm." He joked, though settled on a wide grin instead of laughing, as that could be catastrophic.
On the topic of his proposed ship again, he sighed, shaking his head as he idly looks towards the ceiling. "Tae ship is no such a deal as to tha', captain." He said. While a little disappointed, he knew where his own desires were crossing the line of impractical. In all truth, he wanted the vessel mostly because he was bored; unless the ship was in a tricky or combat situation, the Black Dawn essentially flew itself with little intervention on his part. Which was half of what led to his next question. "Captain...?" He begins, leaning forward a bit with both a curious and a serious expression on his face. "When you donna have nae to do... how to you spend year time?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 12:05 pm
((I've been wondering why Stripe has an outrageous, and rather inaccurate, Scottish accent... confused ))
Josie uncrossed her legs before crossing them the other way around, placing the wine glass down on the table before looking up at Stripe, their eyes meeting briefly before she looked to the side to think on her response. She had to admit she was rarely bored on the ship, but that was perhaps because she was not that hard to please. It seemed that the man before her was always bored unless piloting a ship or fighting people. There were places he could go to get the second one on the ship...
She looked back at him, shrugging her slender shoulders lightly. "Honestly? I just do things that interest me. I enjoy reading so I have a large collection of books that I renew whenever we dock. I like to drink so I drink. I take baths. I go for a walk around the ship. I sometimes spar down in the unofficial gym that was set up down on the gunnery deck." A small smirk touched her lips. "I usually win." A small chuckled. "Although I think they're letting me win. I rely on my strength rather than skill, I shouldn't be able to beat everyone in a spar... Now in a real fight." She grinned wickedly. "I'm confident I'd win." Winking at him a little, she lifted the almost empty glass to her lips and draining the remainder.
Placing the empty glass down, she refilled it, offering to refill Stripe's before placing the bottle back into her drawer and sitting back in her worn leather chair. "So what do you like to do? If you have things that you enjoy doing, then you should do them. If it's not practical then I guess you're going to need to find other things to do. I don't really have any suggestions outside of what I do. So I guess really I hope you got some inspiration from what I do to find some things you can do to pass the time."
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:23 pm
Allister simply stared down at the gun that was given back to him, he didn’t really like anyone touching one of his projects before it was finished but he managed to keep his cool. His eyes did narrow though on the Kree but he simply snatched the gun away from her hands, “Well geez, thanks for being so damn considerate, it must be your personality I’m so attracted to.” His voice was bathed in sarcasm and he looked less then enthused about her judgment on his less then steady hands.
“Look I don’t know if you have some kind of self-confidence problem, but you are attractive, you just have a bitchy attitude.” Robbie was less then pleased with the woman and the fact that she was threatening to probe him was less then appeasing. He ran a hand through his messy red strands with obvious irritation with the woman, “So you know what, fine, I wont even look your way Doc. I’ll only come to you if I’m injured, alright, does that make you happy?” His eyes were sharp on the woman as he let his hand fall back to his side. “I sure as hell hope it does, and don’t go threatening me with your s**t alright, I’ve been nice but I’m not going to tolerate your s**t.”
He turns away from the woman to try and cool down a bit, Allister had a small temper problem but anyone would be more then peeved if they were threatened just for being open-minded. His hand clenched and unclenched for a moment, “I’ll go to bed when I finish organizing my weapons and only then.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 1:58 am
Red Eye laughed at Allister's response as she walked up the stairs. Still chuckling she said under her breath, "I will never understood the fetish for alien species." When she was younger she would have cared about getting yelled at, anymore she could care less. So what if she stepped on toes? It would be stupid to lynch her, since it was probably impossible to find a doctor as good as her.
And, of course, Red Eye didn't care nearly as much about her health and well being as she perhaps should. Humming a Kree song she began to head up to her room on the third deck. Maybe if she was lucky she could get some sleep tonight. But, then again she was perhaps growing a soft spot for the crew, as muttered aloud in the Kree's language, "Please don't let that idiot kill himself. I can heal people half dead, or even a quarter dead, but I do have limits to my skills."
While, she didn't plan on actually checking Allister's room to see if he truly went to bed, she contemplated sending one of her orderlies to do so. Hell, most of the female orderlies would jump at the chance to see one of 'hotter' men on the ship shirtless. Quite frankly, Red Eye could care less though. Perhaps she never inherited the nurture gene that all women supposedly have.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 5:49 am
((That wasn't quite my intent. His face isn't built for proper dictation, and the bad scottish accent thing is just kinda how that came out in my writing. I'll stop and just make note of it out of him talking from now on. ^.^;; ))
Stripe smiled, but gave a small wave of the hand to show he would pass on more wine, gingerly setting the glass he already had down on the captains desk. Leaning back and placing a hand against his chin as he thought on somethjing, the chair, even reinforced, protested against his movements as he sat back up with a bit of a smirk when the captain talked about fighting. "I used to be fair in the ring, myself." He said, his voice slurred around some of the syllables, but understandible enough to anyone used to working with him. Of course, by 'ring' he really meant 'military CQC training', but he decidedly left that part out; he was fairly certain that if it wasn't a secret, his background was at least not well known.
Placing an arm on one of the chair's armrests, he rest his head in his hand with a 'hmm...' as he thought on something. "Reading, eh?" He asked, mildly curious. The only thing he had ever really read all the way through were technical manuals, and reading for fun seemed, if not interesting, than something he hadn't thought of doing. "Would you have any reccommendations, captain?" He had changed his mind, about the wine that is, and gently lifted the glass again, with asoft "Please?" As he did, giving the captain a smile as he leaned forward a little over the desk.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:06 pm
:::
[[ Funny you guys mention that. I was going to give Gareth an Irish accent but decided against it at the last minute. It's faint right now, but it's meant to be more casual than national.]]
Gareth did not flinch at her harshly-toned words; had had enough experience with them not to take them harshly. Though he was not too aware of it, his eyes kept darting from hers to the wrench that she held. Dodging bottles from his dad had given him a tad of experience to be wary of whatever someone was holding in a hand.
He was not eased as she gave her position, either. Her frown was less severe, but the tenseness in the air was still harsh, dangerous. And now that she confirmed her strong position on the ship, he could not loosen himself from his fake, happy attitude. If she had been just another crew member - not that he ever had that suspicion - then he could have let loose, been his rude self, and possibly connected with the equally-cold girl. But now... no. There was too much risk of his rudeness leaking to the Captain.
He twitched slightly as she tossed her wrench to the other hand, ready to dodge if need be. Something relaxed inside him as she shook his hand, though he could detect no warmth. This was not the time to relax.
"It's a pleasure ta meet ya, Miss Chief Engineer," he said, keeping his overly-bright smile. Respect was what he needed to give right now, even if he just wanted to punch the scowl right off her pretty little face...
Once they broke the handshake, which wasn't two moments after, he relaxed his stance, still making sure that he betrayed no weaknesses in his stance.
"By the way, did'ja hear of the commotion about? Woke me up, that it did. Or perhaps oi imagined it all?" he rambled, hoping to get some information out of the uncomfortable situation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:42 pm
Gash had been watching the two reply to each other, but soon enough the conversation took a more bitter tone; Ziek didn't particularly liked how all this turned out, he much preferred the playful taunts and teases. The quartermaster stepped forward and spoke up, decided to break up the two before things got even sourer.
"Knock it off you two. Captain Feroca would most likely hate to see two of her chiefs fighting. Red, I need to see you later but for now leave Allister alo- Oh." As he turned around to tell the ship's best doctor to go away, he could see her silhouette walking out of the room; well... At least she did it on her own and the chatter didn't get any worse. Gash stared at the automated door closing and sighed, then turned his eyes to the chief gunner.
Stryker made his way towards the other man and put a hand on his shoulder. "Alright, you can cool it now, she left. Although I'm sure you don't really feel like listening to Red, you really should head to bed soon, so how about a hand? If you don't mind, I can help you organizing your weapons. You'll probably be done with it faster than on your own." Gash offered, letting go of Robbie's shoulder. As much as he understood Allister's frustration towards the white haired girl, the red haired man still needed to sleep and the quicker Robbie was in bed, the better it would be for him and possibly the medical staff.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:18 pm
The engineer really hoped that the young navigator didn't think she was falling for his little act. There was no way someone could be so cheerful in a place like this. Unless they were totally alone and away from the ignorant crewmembers aboard the ship. That's the only time she felt at peace, anyhow. Even with such a huge ship, Fletch still felt overcrowded and uncomfortable. She was thankful for her sanity, and everyone else's safety, that she had her own room, even if it was somewhat small.
But still. He seemed way too cheerful. And too nervous. His eyes were all fidgety, watching her wrench. Not wanting some weird freak out from the boy, she slowly moved to put it away, carefully watching him to make sure he didn't snap or anything. He seemed overall just... off.
However, she did have to crack a bit of a smile as he adressed her once again, by her title. It had been much too long since she had heard some proper respect. At least the boy had some sense. "Please. Just Fletch." She told him with a bit of a smug grin. "Miss Fletch, if you must."
She stretched a bit, frowning at his question. Surely her engineers hadn't made that much of a racket. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I've been in the engine room for most of the night...." Then, she cursed lowly under her breath. "Crud, I swear if I have to fix something AGAIN without even getting a break to eat something..." She cursed again, wondering what the idiots on the ship could have done this time.
"Where did it come from? Do you know?" She asked him, rather harshly, but she didn't really care at the moment. She was getting too pissed off about having to fix something else after the grueling work she had just finished. The crew members were seriously beginning to look like idiots. At least none of the higher officers were such klutzes, or idiots, or else the accidents would be much more serious.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:57 am
Robbie was tired and irritated by now and he was all out of his good humor, he tried to keep up a playful attitude with the Doctor but she had made it nearly impossible. It wasn’t his fault that she had no confidence in her appeal to the opposite sex. So he couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief when she finally left them, his eyes flicked over to Gash and he was tempted to tell him to shove it because he was not in the mood to be nagged.
He held his tongue though because it wasn’t the quartermaster that had gotten him in this foul mood, “Look, I was just being my lovable self, she just chose to make things more tense then they had to be.” He offered out that answer as to why things had gotten so heated, “Don’t worry yourself over it, I get over things quick even if she doesn’t.” He offered out a tired grin to the other man but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold onto a good mood.
“And I respect you, I do, but if I am insulted or threatened I don’t expect you to tell me to cool it right after. If I choose to be angry I have every right to be angry, okay?” His eyes drifting to the hand on his shoulder, glad when it was removed. “You weren’t the one threatened alright,” He continued with his task putting up the last weapon and looked back to the man for an instant. “I’m not trying to be angry with you but I need to work through my own s**t and being told to cool it isn’t going to help for future reference.” He ran a hand through his hair, it was a soothing habit of his, but Robbie had calmed down as soon as Red had left.
Eyes drifted to the stairs and then back to Gash, “Oh yeah…I ate your last chocolate bar…sorry about that.” With that Allister headed up the stairs, planning to get ready to get some shut eye.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:21 pm
(( lol It's no problem. I was just wondering where it was coming from. You're American so it wasn't like I was expecting a good Scottish accent. wink ))
Feroca smiled a little, emptying the last of the bottle into his glass before tossing the empty bottle in the drawer. She would deal with it later. Finishing off her own glass, she looked up at the large male, thinking about what recommendations she might have.
"Honestly?" She paused. "I guess it depends on what you want. If you wanted to read history books then I have quite a few books on the various dynastic wars and the exploits of various generals and pirate captains. For fiction, I have some fantasy books as well as some romance ones if those take your fancy. Oh! I have a few books on various fighting techniques as well. I find them useful when combined with my own 'abilities' since it means I don't always have to rely on them." She shrugged her slender shoulders. "Which is never a bad thing. If you only have one trick, eventually you're going to end up against something it doesn't work on then you'll be dead." A small smile touched her soft lips. "Death aside, that's all that comes to mind right now." She gently adjusted her gown after switching her legs over, so the one that had been on the bottom was now resting on top of the other. "I'm sorry I cannot be more help. I don't know your tastes, and I really only have my own collection. This ship sadly lacks the space for a library. Not that it would be much read to be honest." The woman chuckled a little. "Your average pirate isn't noted for his literacy."
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 12:18 pm
Ziek crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly and perking an eyebrow, questioning himself about the Chief gunner's response; did the threat of being Red's orderlies' "experiment" that bad, especially if they were women? Surely, this wouldn't bother Allister now, would it?... Maybe it was the a**l probe thing that shook Robbie up a little too much. At the gunner's last statement though, Gash closed his. His eyebrows forming more of a frown than anything else and the corner of his lips forming a light smirk, the quartermaster tighten his teeth together and took a deep breath. "Yeah... That's fine. I hope you enjoyed the bar." He replied, looking back up to the redhead. "Eh. Anyway. Get some good rest. I guess I'll see you later."
Once the other human male left the room, Gash brought a hand to his neck, scratching the back of it for a moment. Giving the room a last check to see if everything seemed fine, Stryker made his way out of the place. As he walked up the stairs and away from the room, he couldn't help but to wonder if the ship's doctor, after the little friction between her and Allister a moment ago, was always this way with everyone. Gash didn't really know her personally; he only really saw her here and there, mostly to get patched up after an event and there never were many words spoken. Maybe he'd have to chitchat her a little more next time he needed some medical attention, what's the worst that could happen?
"a**l probe. Right..."
Nonetheless, he had to go see the Kree girl anyway to ask her if she needed any medical supplies for the next trip. It was his job to go around the ship and ask the Chiefs, after all. Changing his wondering mind to focus on the job, Gash made his way to ship's sick bay. Unfortunately for him, it seemed as though Amarelle had made her way to her room. "Well... It is getting late, I guess. She must've went to bed. I'll just have to ask her tomorrow. I guess I'll just go bother anyone else who's up." He thought out loud, making his way to the bridge; maybe he'd be lucky and get a hold of either the navigator or the ship's pilot.
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