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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 11:51 pm
(sheesh i go to work for 7 hours and i get left behind again ^_^)
[captain's cabin]
opening the door Daniel was a bit startled at the crowd standing at his door, not that this was in any way a problem.
"Good afternoon Ladies and Gentleman. I am Captain Daniel of the Khaos. What can I do for you?" Daniel waved them into the room, stepping out of the doorway. moving over to the desk he leans on the front, allowing room for everyone. his wings almost brushing the desktop, and the strange rifle. Glancing at it Daniel remembers that the strange man that tried to use the high tech looking thing, was an American, which might explain the cold metallic look of the thing. no wood or brass to liven the steel thing up.
resting his hands on the edge of the desk, Daniel realized his posture might not be very formal.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 8:14 am
((lol, same 'ere))
[aft gunnery]
bangs and clatters mixed in with "ooh"s, "ahh"s and "hmm"s as yousha worked away at the cannon,
the whole gun had been dismantled, scattered across the floor and mixed in with odd devices and tools as yousha crouched in the space where its rotary plate should be, tweaking and cranking at the mechanisms beneath, the reflection of sparks flashed away against his goggles as he used another one of his odd contraptions, a blowtorch, the same size as his crowbar, attached to a small tank of fluid that sat on the rim of the hole.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 12:18 pm
((I know what you mean, I go to school and come back a whole page later... :0))
[captian's cabin]
Ava followed the captian in through the door. She looked around, not trying to be rude, but simply curious. She stopped when her eyes fell on the strange metalic gun on the desk behind the captian. She was fascinated by it, she'd never seen a weapon that looked so inatately threatening before. It was shiny and entirely metal, seeming to be streamlined for killing. She wasn't sure she liked it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Ava responded to the captian's greeting, tearing her gaze away from the gun to rest on the captian's face. He looked like a man she could respect. He didn't loom, or look at them condescendingly. He had wings strapped to his back and looked like he was thinking. She smiled, "I'm Ava Gearwright. I'm actually here looking for a job. I'm an excellent flyer, and I heard you have a position open in the fighter plane area."
She exuded confidence. This was work, and where work was involved she had no lack of experiance. She also wanted him to take her seriously. Signs of nervousness wouldn't hep her case much.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:09 pm
"we could indeed use some pilots," Daniel says, "But we only have a few fighters right now. one is a bit broken, and the other is a tug balloon. we do have one working fighter and room for a few more, do you have a ship by chance?"
Daniel didn't mind that the pilot was female in the least, in fact he had been out flown several times by female pilots, and he was no slouch in the cockpit. Perhaps he should see if anyone was selling some smaller craft, there were two empty slots in the hanger bay.
"either way you are more than welcome to join the crew, we can most likely get a ship set up for you."
(im using my avi as my character, so look at that for what he should look like.)
note:
hanger capacity is 6 small craft. current hanger slots:
1) Myles auto gyro
2) Broken pusher plane
3) tug balloon
4) empty
5) empty
6) Sasha's Van ship
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:19 pm
((the ship map is gone from the first page... D: ))
[Aft Gunnery]
as yousha heaved the rotation plate back on the base he gave a sigh of relief. He turned to look at the rest of the mess he'd created,
"hmm...more scrap metal..." he pondered the situation, maybe it was time that he go see the captain.. and maybe find out where to get his own twitchy hands on some scrap metal...
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:31 pm
OOC note: due to an attempted takeover, there is a rather large broken mechanical monster in the hold. its a wonder no one noticed! its up to myles tho if its ok to scrap it for parts or make something out of it.)
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:37 pm
Ava beamed at his acceptance. She was almost shocked at how easily that had gone over.
"Fortune smiled on me when I chose this ship. Thank you. I don't have a van ship of my own, but I grew up an engineer father so I may be able to work out any minor repairs needed, as well as any adjustments."
She hesitated for a moment afterwards then added with a crooked grin, "Although, I've always been better at breaking things than fixing them."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:48 pm
[captain's cabin]
After Ava thanked the captain, Martha decided it was her turn to introduce herself. She walked closer to the desk, then slowly raised her nose to the half-machine man.
"Good greetings, sir. My name is Martha Narcisser and I would like to be employed on this here ship. I am quite talented in many fields, especially music."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:15 pm
(( By all means, use the scrap pile for whatever. The clanks have already repaired the floor beneath it. ))
~ captain's ~
Tris peeks in from the hall and pipes up again. "Mu! Sic!" And plays a few merry notes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:33 pm
[captain's cabin] Martha looked startled to hear the voice. She turned around to see the golden clank. "It looks like that... thing wants to hear me", she pondered with a big grin on her face. She then prepared the device that sat earlier on her back. It was a piano keyboard ornated with rusted brass and dusty, ornated wood. Martha winded up the key and touched the keys with her long fingers. A few notes were heard, sounding like an antique organ. The elf closed her eyes, concentrating on the first song that played in her mind. She began to sing with an intense, nasal voice. "I am the richest and the smartest
And you are a little, wicked pest
I am the finest, on my throne I rest
You are as ugly and filthy as the rest
Fallen one, write it down
Go elsewhere, this is my town
Fallen one, write it down
Why else would I wear a crown
Fallen one, write it down
Your dignity shall soon be torn
Fallen one, write it down
While in my wealth I shall drown
Write it down
Write it down
Write it down!" Martha then grinned once again, very proud of her improvised performance. ((OOC: Yes, it was a "Mark It Up" parody!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:58 pm
((wow...darn school...and my lack of a laptop >< ))
Alexandria had followed the others quietly into the office of the captain, not sure when she should speak. Her box had ended up at her feet again, with her bag on top, and she realized a cabin where she could leave the bloody things would be most acceptable at the moment.
As Martha's song ended the room was filled with a silence, so Alexandria clapped happily for a few moments, before stepping forward herself.
Some many introductions today!
"Hello sir, My name is Alexandria Eve-Indigo Sharp. I was hoping to be a passenger for a while on your lovely ship...but if you have any jobs for a cartographer, might I apply?" She bobbed into a curtsy and rose, copper curls twisting around her face.
Her eyes rested on the strange metal weapon for a moment, and she could feel her blood run cold at the sight of it. She took a step away from it, and glanced worriedly back at the captain. "Such weapons should never be built.." she thought to herself, face paled slightly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:04 pm
{Captain's Cabin}
Alex stepped through the door silently behind Alexandria, standing back in the corner to the left of the door until it was his time for introductions. When he glanced over the desk his eyes locked on the overly metallic weapon and refused to stray. It shouldn't be said that he was staring at the gun, but rather that he was staring through the gun. So deep was his trance that he barely even heard the elf's song, and though he had heard Alexandria's introduction, he didn't hear it. A small portion of his mind remained observant to the captain's audience, and when Alexandria had finished her introduction it seemed as if this part of his mind had taken the role of his subconscious, whispering to him "Let him answer their questions first. ." as this portion of mind power attempted to wake the rest of him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:09 pm
[Hold]
yousha wandered into the hold in a sort of monkey like fashion, hopping on his hand and feet swiftly, scowering the corners of looking for any potential parts... Until he collided with just what he needed... headfirst. He stumbled and rolled back, rubbing his forehead and looking up. To his amazement there was some sort of giant mechanical monster... motionless, it also looked fairly damaged and unusable..
"yass!" he shouted with excitement as he pulled out his crowbar and hammer and launched himself at his target.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:16 pm
~ cap'n's ~
Tris got closer and closer to Martha as the song played. She leaned over to examine the instrument as the elven fingers leaped over the keys.
When the song comes to a close, and Alexandria has finished clapping, the golden clank once again extends a hand toward Martha. "Hello."
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 7:16 pm
Alexandria covered her mouth to suppress a small giggle at Tris' interesting behavior, which had tore her attention away from the gun, which seemed to have some odd power to it.
"Such a lively machine." she thought, and waited for the captain's response.
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