[Aurora] Helm
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				Title: <strong>[Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 05:16:11</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">HELM TAGS</span></span></div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Pilot station</li><li>Battle station</li><li>Command room / Captain's seat</li></ul>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 07:01:49</strong>
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				<strong>Room:</strong> Helm, center of room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open (anyone feel free to post!), though specifically Zoe, Raze, Carson, and Zac.<br><strong>Doing?:</strong> Checking the status of the ship and individual responsibilities.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2yu12cm.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Karen walked into the helm with an annoyed look on her face while her high heeled leather boots made loud clapping noise as if to announce her arrival.&nbsp; The ship had been stuck like a rock floating in space for hours it seemed while their target escaped.&nbsp; &nbsp;A few weeks ago the Aurora had taken the task of tracking down some 'ghost ship' for a local military command post.&nbsp; She never did like working for the government since half the time when they weren't giving you a job they were trying to capture you.&nbsp; It was not a job that immediately caught Karen's liking, but a job was a job..and besides, ghost ships usually held the promise of loot.&nbsp; That last bit brought a smirk to the girl's thin lips as she remembered the last such vessel that the Aurora had caught.&nbsp; However, instead of loot they had discovered the alien that called herself Sybella locked in stasis.&nbsp; It had only been a few months since the blue haired girl had joined her crew yet already she was proving to be a useful asset.&nbsp; Shaking her head to bring her thoughts back to reality, Karen glanced around the bridge to see if any progress had been made on the propulsion.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Standing now in the middle of the large command room with her hands on her hips, the captain's smirk quickly disappeared as she realized things were just as bad as only a few hours before.&nbsp; She was currently out of her armored suit and instead had decided to wear comfortable clothing.&nbsp; Aside from the tall leather boots that rose to mid thigh she had on a pair of tight fitting, low-rising jeans that hugged her backside tightly and low.&nbsp; On her slender top she wore a simple black tank-top that showed off her toned arms and the hint of her strong abdominal muscles.&nbsp; because the tank-top rode high on her stomach and the jeans were low on her waistline, the thong that she wore underneath would have been quite apparent since the straps stuck up on either hip.&nbsp; Regardless of this slightly lazy look, Karen didn't seem to mind or be embarrassed at it.&nbsp; Instead she simple let out a sigh before deciding to figure out why they still were not moving.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Glancing over to look over at the ship's computer controlled A.I. person, Karen first addressed Zoe, <strong>"Zoe, bring me up to speed.&nbsp; Why haven't those repairs been fixed yet?&nbsp; Get Zac on the com."</strong>&nbsp; She realized that their engineer, Zac, was probably doing all he could with his rather large intellectual abilities, but she was still frustrated.&nbsp; Tapping one finger against her bare waist now she rolled her eyes before deciding to take a seat.&nbsp; Crossing her legs at mid thigh and allowing one boot clad foot to remain off the floor she simply sat and waited. <strong> "Oh, and while your at it Zoe, see how much longer Raze needs before he'll be ready to lead the boarding party for this ghost ship we're trailing."</strong>&nbsp; She herself reached down to her side where a simple mechanical pistol was holstered at her waist.&nbsp; The girl tapped a finger along the cold steel of the weapon, wondering herself now if the crew would actually be ready to board when the time came for it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, turning to glance over to Carson as he sat in the pilot's chair she simply offered him a nervous grin, <strong>"Well for how long that ghost ship has had to get out of range you still feel like you can catch 'em Carson?"</strong>&nbsp; As she sat with that same annoyed look on her face she tried to sit still and look in command.&nbsp; Regardless, her hands were twitchy and she was ready to get this job done so they could all relax and get their pay.&nbsp; Speaking to nobody in particular she finish, <strong>"And speaking of which..is that ghost ship still on radar?&nbsp; We've been tracking this thing far too long to let it get out of our grasp only now."</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't sure if anyone was manning the radar tracker.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 07:27:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/2154b6b7-bf40-4e7b-a1d5-64fec8ef1282_zps9cd69ee2.jpg)</div><strong>Dee</strong><br><strong>With:</strong> Karen<br><strong>What:</strong>Chatting<br><br>Dee's boots clanked across the floor as she came striding in moments behind the good Captain. She was dressed in one of her many outfits, a fact which some of the crew found disconcerting since she seemed to posses no luggage of any kind. It was a wonder where she kept getting all the clothes. They did look fetching on her, though. This outfit was one she'd previously dubbed her 'Soft Science Outfit' for reasons unknown to anyone but her. It looked more like some kind of outer space Priestess than anything else, with the white hood and flowing front and back. It exposed a healthy amount of her soft green skin and quite a bit of cleavage. Under the hood, wispy strands of what passed for her hair delicately covered one of those deep blue eyes of hers. The gold bits that enhanced her look seemed to sparkle and dance every so often, despite lighting conditions. When the Captain noticed her presence, the alien flashed her ever-present gap-toothed smile, the little purple freckles on her cheeks showing. <br><br>"Leader Karen, I have made prepared for the journey! Weapons ready and loaded! Well.. good news and bad news on that front, actually." She motioned with her hands, "On one hand, weapons loaded with new power cells I invented that produce excellent high wavelength plasma shots that promise to be effective on any biological organisms we may find aboard doom ship. ....Except microorganisms. Those very tiny. Too small to shoot. Crafty. Will have to invent very tiny bullet.. or perhaps just bathe entire ship in heat ray to kill everything. Doom ships always dangerous, hence name. Been on a few. Caused one. Accident. Zombification of crew. Long story. Anyway!" she chirped, waving her other hand, "bad news is that also, invented this while asleep last night."<br><br>The alien produces a little metallic orb, all white, with a black band around it and a single red button in the center. She squints at it, holding it close to her face. <br><br>"Not sure what it does. Dangerous. Intriguing." Her eyes widen, like saucers, like a kid staring in awe at a Christmas gift, "Could be useful, like grenade. Could be tasty, food cubes. Could do nothing but make human flatulence noises. Odd dream. Don't remember what I was doing. Found this under the bed when I awoke. Probably a weapon, though. Might be handy to bring. What is Leader Karen's opinion?" The alien leans back, lightly tossing the orb from one hand to the other like a toy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 07:30:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/bh01.jpg)</div> <strong>Room:</strong>Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Everyone!<br><hr><br>Despite the fact her eyes were on the forward view, she could see so much more. Zoe stands near the front of the helm, not far from the pilot’s station. Her hands are folded behind her back in a relaxed position, her constant gaze seeming to not move to far from one particular spot. While her gaze seems to remain fixed, her mind is hard at work keeping up with the multiple sensory inputs she receives from the ship all around them. <br><br>The condition of the engines… the little glitch she has found in the forward sensor array (which she took the task of repairing herself this time)… the fact the food stores could be added to soon… where power is currently being diverted from… keeping a sense of the power drains from certain areas to make sure there’s no harm done to ship or crew… the fact they have been effectively adrift for longer than they would like… or rather longer than the captain would like… why exactly Zac likes to be alone so much in engineering… how much fuel they will expend on this endeavor and with the boarding party… the possible headings for the rogue ship (she refuses to use the term ‘ghost ship’, despite the fact everyone around her seems to enjoy it)… the captain’s negative reaction to their present situation and position… what sort of pet she should get… the complications of maybe adding more armor to certain areas of the ship… <br><br>All of these thoughts go through her mind in less than a second of time. This is the sort of thing she enjoys. Working things out to make the crew and ship all the better. But as the sound of the captain’s footfalls approach, Zoe’s dark eyes blink and she half turns towards the sound. Karen enters the bridge, and Zoe turns to fully face her, discretely bowing as she smiles softly. As she expected, the captain demands answers. Her eyes remain locked on Karen’s as the captain speaks, and then she nods as she speaks in a soft tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;“We are still adrift with nominal power loss through many critical systems. Repairs are coming along, but will take longer than initially predicted.”&nbsp; And once the order for the comm is given, Zoe turns as she nods to Karen. She walks to a near panel, her slim fingers dancing along the flat keyboard before she speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Engineering. Zac, this is Zoe.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Everyone knows Zoe’s friggin voice by now, but she always seems to feel the need to identify herself. And who she is addressing, even if that person is the only soul in all the solar system.&nbsp; &nbsp; “The captain would like an update from you on repairs.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She keeps the commlink open as she glances to the captain, nodding to her and allowing Zac to explain the situation himself. <br><br>With the next order Zoe now steps away from the comm panel, allowing Zac and Karen to speak. She smiles softly and nods to Carson as she walks passed him to another panel on his other side. She leans down a little towards the console as she types in a few directives, and then she speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Raze, this is Zoe.”&nbsp; Again with the introductions.&nbsp; &nbsp; “The captain would like an update on your status, please. How long do you require before you can lead the boarding party to the rogue ship?”&nbsp; <br><br>She does seem utterly comfortable in this, in getting orders and carrying them out for the captain. For any of the crew, really. After all, that’s what she was made for. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 07:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mN1v5Du.jpg)</div><strong>Zachary Ellis</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Engineering, Engine Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; The PA system; Zoe, Karen<br><hr><br>He was hanging upside down from a pair of conduits at his knees.&nbsp; The work was tough, he'd been at it for what felt like days at this point.&nbsp; He'd long since taken his shirt off, mostly because he'd needed a rag to help clean up some of the oil that had leaked out of a motor.&nbsp; Grime, dirt and oil covered his body is mismatched patches as he continued to dig with his fingers and a wrench into the gently thrumming engine.&nbsp; When the pleasant, dulcet tones of the com system kicked on he wondered who wanted what from him now.<br><br>"Ah, my lovely mechanical mistress, what can I do for ya?" he began before she asked her question, "Oh 'course she does.&nbsp; Well, tell 'er she can start the engines any time," he said with a long pause before adding, "if she wants the ship to explode in the most amazin' display of astronautical pyrotechnics this universe, or any other, has ever seen."<br><br>He unhooked his legs from the conduit while supporting himself with his hands before hopping down to the floor to continue working on another end of the engine.&nbsp; "I wonder if this is radioactive...is it radioactive?&nbsp; Maybe I'll die of radiation poisoning..." he wondered aloud as he continued.&nbsp; A small electric fizzle sound preceded a loud yelp, "Oh yup, that one's live."<br><br>"Oh, I bet ya wanna know what's actually wrong, do you want the technical version or the short version?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 08:32:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://images.wikia.com/acecombat/images/d/d3/ME0000148976_2.jpg)</div> <strong>Room:</strong>Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr>Carson leaned back against the back of his chair, as he rested his eyes, letting his mind drift for a bit, they would be working on fixing everyhing and preping the ship for going after this ghost ship, He let his mind unfocus on anything at the moment, as he thought about nothing for a moment, letting his mind, kind of rest for a moment, as the blonde wanted to rethink something out in his mind. This ghost ship was commandered by living breathing things most likely, which meant a lot of things. That they could and would make errors, that they would need supplies, and that they would need fun as well. Thus locating it should be possible, when you narrowed down the possible places it went from when it was last on radar, then calutated time, and guessed on how long they would be there.<br><br>His eye opened as he heard the captain ask him a question about being able to catch the other ship, and he nodded his head, "Yes, but of course, I can, they are most likely thinking the same thing, and if luck is on our side, they are idiots, and they will even slow down, thinking that they don't have to worry about us catching them anymore. We will find them, beat them and make some legit money," he said calmly and confidently, as if it were a matter of fact, and not something that was unknown at that moment in time.<br><br>Carson nodded quietly back to Zoe before she heads off to another section of the ship. He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a coin that he idlely flips repeatedly as he thinks to himself quietly as his eyes scan the information about the map that they were on, and the direction of the ship from when they were last spotted by them, as well as every other time in the last handful of days it had been spotted, getting a good idea as to the course of the ship, as well as the speed, while looking for favorite hangout points, of course he would catch them before this, but never hurt to be prepared for the worse cast scenario afterall. He found himself leaning back and resting his eyes soon again, getting a bit of a catnap in before what would be a lot of action most likely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 10:01:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/bluehairgirl_zps8ed2904b.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Room:</strong> Pilot Station<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br><hr>Sybella had spent most of the time since waking up making the inventory of the med lab. It was long overdue, but between putting this place back into shape – and disinfected to an acceptable level for a medical lab – and nursing the gardens back to health, it had had to wait. Now, everything was clean to her liking, everything was neatly arranged so that no one would die because she couldn’t find the proper tools or medication. She had put a list, in the computer system, an inventory of sorts that would flag when something was too low. The blue-haired girl had also put in a list of supplies she would need, the next time they reached a space station, an outpost, or landed on a planet with technology advanced enough.<br><br>Sybella knew that she’d have to repeat the process with the garden, put everything back in order, but that would be a task for another day. With her metallic cup in hand, she passed by the kitchen for tea before seeking out the crew. She wore flat boots that didn’t make much sound against the flooring, or at least not as much as those wearing heels anyway. She had a pair of tight jeans that had seen better days and from the layers visible at her neck, Bella had at least two different shirts under her hoodie, almost looking like a human teen, rather than someone at least 5 times that age. She was cold, always cold, but now, with tea to warm her hands, she was just fine.<br><br>The girl heard the words “make some legit money” and a corner of her lips rose in a half smile. Making money, that was a nice comforting thought. Maybe she’d buy new clothes and retired these jeans… but they were still good and so comfortable.&nbsp; Sybella entered the Helm area, the smile still on her red lips. She spotted Carson, from whom the words had most likely came, and walked toward him in unhurried steps. “Sleeping on the job, Carson?” Sybella teased, knowing full well there was nothing to do until one of the mechanics – or engineers – gave the green light. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 11:41:29</strong>
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				<strong>Karen</strong><br><strong>Room</strong>: Helm, Captain's chair<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br><strong>What</strong>: Still checking up and assigning instructions.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2yu12cm.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Karen sat in the command chair, the soft leather up against her back and her jean clad legs crossed in a relaxing manner at mid thigh, she turned her head to glance over at the green skinned Dee as the alien addressed her.&nbsp; Not listening at first, Karen fought back the need to roll her eyes at the attire that Dee was wearing.&nbsp; It wasn't that the captain thought it was inappropriate or anything, in fact Karen thought Dee looked quite nice in all her 'outfits'.&nbsp; What Karen was a little jealous about was how feminine the green alien was without trying.&nbsp; She thought that she herself usually came across too strong and authoritative which would give off a not-so-feminine mood.&nbsp; The fact that the alien's rather abundant bosom outsized her own was only additional weight on her nerves.&nbsp; Regardless of her slight jealously, Karen eyed up the woman curiously as she listened.&nbsp; Waiting for the girl to finish, the captain responded, <strong>"Well good...that ammo should be quite useful.&nbsp; Think you can show that to Raze after this little adventure is over?&nbsp; Hopefully one of you can replicate that for us all sooner or later."</strong>&nbsp; The second part of Dee's words made her a little nervous and she rose an eyebrow in speculation, <strong>"Hm...a little white orb with a button and we have no idea what it does...great.&nbsp; Tell you what, keep it ready for when we board but don't use it unless everyone has cover..I'd hate to see this thing ruin all our preparation.&nbsp; And somehow I'd doubt it has anything to do with...flatulence."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After sitting and turning her attention to Zoe as the AI woman offered her a bow, Karen simple sighed.&nbsp; The robot had been doing that bow the entire time she had know it, a little over five years, and despite the fact that she had instructed Zoe to stop it the AI always offered the bow when Karen entered a room.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly annoying to Karen, but it did make her feel out of place.&nbsp; Regardless, as Zoe informed her of the condition of the ship, Karen rolled her eyes.&nbsp; She had known that answer to her own question before asking it, but she had been hoping she'd been wrong.&nbsp; Once Zoe moved off to speak with Raze, she glanced over to the AI once more,<strong> "..and make sure he's got a plan of action this time in case it's all robots inside that craft.&nbsp; We don't want a repeat of what happened on the Poseidon.&nbsp; I need details on who is going aboard and who is staying here for when the time comes."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Regardless as Zoe connected her to Zac, Karen leaned forward in her chair to speak to the engineer through the com built into her chair.&nbsp; At first as Zac started saying she could start the engines her heart lifted in her chest, but it fell just as quickly as she realized the man was being sarcastic..as he usually was.&nbsp; She couldn't help but offer a grin between thin lips as she heard the man yelp on the other end of the line, presumably due to something hurting him.&nbsp; <strong>"Just give me the short version...need any help down there too?&nbsp; I want to be ready to move as soon as possible here."</strong>&nbsp; Already she was betting the man would be too proud to ask for it, but she offered the help anyway.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she finished speaking with Zac and waited for his response she glanced over momentarily at Carson as the pilot replied to her earlier question.&nbsp; <strong>"Good, I want a path set up to go before Zac finishes with that engine."</strong>&nbsp; From personal experience with the man Karen knew he'd probably already prepared such actions or at the very least was nearly done.&nbsp; However, the relaxed manner in which he seemed to be sitting while nodding off didn't give her much confidence. <strong>"Oh, and after you finish that see where the best nearby spaceport would be to refill.&nbsp; I think we're running low."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, noticing Sybella enter, Karen didn't seem to notice her too much.&nbsp; For the moment she was busy and didn't need to worry about taking care of the medical lab.&nbsp; And beside, the blue haired girl almost always was on top of that anyway.&nbsp; Regardless, she let Sybella talk with Carson for now without disturbing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zenpai</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 21:08:11</strong>
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				<strong>Room:</strong> Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x455/fierysorceress/Cowboy%20Bebop/Spike%20Spiegel/Spike-93.jpg)</div>Raze Walk down the halls of the ship looking back and forth. Holding his combat knife in one hand and a sharping stone. He spit on the stone the grinds the edge of the blade on the stone repeatedly. “This is a sorry ass...lazy ass...bunch of candy ass. Floor plan...Damn it.” Raze punches the wall “Where the hell am I? ”&nbsp; He walk to a room with the Crew's weapons. “Ra'zel, how did you end you with this job? This pulse rifle has a crack in the barrow...How.” Raze hears someone call him over the P.A. “Raze, this is Zoe. The captain would like an update on your status, please. How long do you require before you can lead the boarding party to the rogue ship?”&nbsp; Raze wait a moment to call back.<br><br>“Hey, Robo cunt! I got a joke for you. What' s the difference between you and a sex toy...A sex toy never talks back! Ah ha ah! I been save that one for next time I saw you, so I could see your face. I know your near the dominatrix,wearing some that screams been me over. Tell her I will take care of her needs if she would just ask.! Come to think of it I would take care of You, Blue, Green, or the dominatrix. I would not mind having you all at the same time ether. Back to the matter at hand. It should take as long as it take me to get to the shuttle. I'm kind of, lost again. It won't be a S.A.F.U. (situation all fuck up) like last time. My Emp Cannon might work but it might knock out all electronics. The bad ting is it may knock out the life support system on the ship. Your going have to are local smart ass to shield are ride home just in case.”<br><br>Raze sit on a near by crate an waits for a response&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 22:39:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mN1v5Du.jpg)</div><strong>Zachary Ellis</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Engineering, Engine Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; The PA system; Karen and others in the Helm<br><hr><br>His size did have some advantages.&nbsp; He managed to wriggle back to another section of the engine room where he'd isolated one of the problems.&nbsp; Of course while doing so he accidentally knocked out a power coupling which sent a Life Support system alarm through the ship's systems before he quickly fixed the problem.&nbsp; "Nope, that wasn't a life support alarm, just a test..." he commented while waiting for Karen's reply.&nbsp; He figured she was busy trying to get a handle on the rest of the situations going on.&nbsp; "Why is it people never design these things with maintenance in mind?" he muttered.<br><br>"Quick version, got it, boss," he replied, "coolant not cooling, make engine too hot, make engine go boom.&nbsp; Got a leak or a clog or electrical problem somewhere back here.&nbsp; Should have it isolated in an hour, fixed in two.&nbsp; Ya got minor propulsion, had to take out some safety equipment for that though, so keep an eye on it, otherwise it'll overheat just the same.&nbsp; Should help ya keep up with the mark."<br><br>"Help?&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; Only one I'd trust down here is CeeDee, and she might turn the engine into a Quantum Entanglement Communications Array on accident, ya know how she is.&nbsp; I guess Zoe could help, but that'd be like performin' surgery on yerself...ick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 00:34:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Room:[/b] Pilot Station<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sybella, and Karen<br><hr>Carson's wasn't actually asleep so much as he was resting his eyes, there were to many sounds on the helm, to allow for him to fall asleep after all. Soon he heard a rather someone mention his name, and opened his eyes to see his blue haired crew mate, "sadly, I am not actually asleep," he said with a kind smile as he looked at Sybella. He figured if he had been able to though, he would of found a way to get himself in pretty legit trouble with the captain.<br><br>He heard her voice a moment later as and didn't reply to what she had said at first at least. "Yes, Captain," he replied simply, and then looked up at the map, and then turned his head to look at Sybella, "Well now, which to you think sounds more fun, a space station by a desert planet with nothing to do, or one with some trade and chances to get in more trouble," he said quietly to her as he hoped the Captain didn't hear him say it. He of course put in the later choice, knowing that they were both close enough to the path that either really could be used, and why go into the middle of no where to stay when one could go someplace more fun after all.<br><br>"Plots all planned out captain, it is all ready for as soon as the engines are fixed up," he said calmly with a bit of confidence in his tone was well as he made the comment to the captain, He knew that would catch this ship, and get their reward, and in this place, he would have something to do with the reward money too, he thought to himself, causing a small grin to form on his lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 01:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/2154b6b7-bf40-4e7b-a1d5-64fec8ef1282_zps9cd69ee2.jpg)</div><strong>Dee</strong><br><strong>With:</strong> Karen, et al.<br><strong>What:</strong>Offering premium body disposal services, helpfully<br><br>Dee pursed her lips as she listened to the communications from Zachary and Raze, her antennae wiggling slightly. The alien cocked her head slightly and lifted her left arm, speaking into the hidden little communicaton device on her gauntlet, "Zachary person, do not be jealous of gifts. You just lack the vision to see how this ship could be improved with many, many more quantum devices. Can also smell burning hair, even from here. Did you electrocute yourself again? In any case, be down to assist momentarily. Speed up repairs." She liked the engineer. He had a fine sense of humor, he though. Plus it was always fun to work with him. &nbsp;Lowering her arm, she perked her antennae at Karen and turned to her again. Her eyes shifted almost imperceptably as the alien glanced left and then right. Finally, she leaned in and spoke, "Would rather not give help to Raze. Heard last message. Very offensive. I would be angry if I were capable of anger. Instead, could offer Leader Karen services. Silence Raze person. Very rude, very angry man. No good for ship, for crew. Dislike." She ran a finger across her throat, "Can get rid of. Then, have biological agent that eat through human skeleton with very fast speed. Actually, need testing. So, helpful on many fronts. Should I go get my gun?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 02:32:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/bluehairgirl_zps8ed2904b.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Room:</strong> Pilot Station<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br><hr><br>Sybella leaned against a railing, wanting to be able to see the face of the man she was speaking with. She had not heard the words uttered by Raze, or else she might have acted upon it in a rather unpleasant way. The man had the worst manners. No. Wait. That wasn’t right. Having the worst manners still meant he had some. So she was there with Carlson, blissfully ignorant of the offensive words. Bella wasn’t the kind of person to get in the way of someone else’s work. So when she understood that Carlson was in a dialogue with the Captain, she shut up and got lost in her own thoughts.<br><br>Sybella crossed her legs at the ankle and sipped her hot black tea slowly. The cup was warm, keeping her fingers warm too. She had been with the crew more or less six months now. It had been a decent six months. Most people on board were decent, the captain was a woman, which was definitely a bonus. She was taken out of her thoughts by his whispered words. “I vote for trouble.” Sybella answered with a roguish grin. She wasn’t a daredevil, not even a thief, but trouble meant a bit of action and it would be a welcome break in this eventless chase. Eventless for her, anyway.<br><br>Sybella hid her grin behind the cup. With her strength, she usually was helpful in searching ships and scavenging what was worth selling, but her main task was on board of&nbsp; the Aurora, taking care of its crew. It fed her motherly instincts, in a way. She had even overcome her fear of men and come to stand up to the most domineering ones during that time. “You’re thinking about… how did you call it? Gambling?” Sybella asked, not as discreetly as she had her previous answer, now that she believed that the com with the captain was over.<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 08:08:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://images.wikia.com/acecombat/images/d/d3/ME0000148976_2.jpg)</div> <strong>Room:</strong>Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sybella<br><hr>Carson blinked as he turned his attention back to Sybella, blinking at the though, that the young woman didn't know how to gamble, he didn't think it was possible to go so long without having someone teach her how to play, and the general joy of a good game of cards. He would most assuradly have to fix this problem. <br><br>"Yes, it is called gambling, and there are plenty of forms of this vice," he said with a small smile having formed as he looked over at the blue haired medic of the ship. "There are different games, each one with its own rules, its own challenges, and its own odds which normally are stacked against you to win," he said before pausing for a moment to think of something. "Yes, like different viruses, they are different and they all work differently and it takes a different plan to defeat each of them," he said nodding in agreement with his own statement.<br><br>He had a great idea, he figured it would work, very well indeed."I will teach you, as soon as we have time, if you want, trust me, I am not to bad, sometimes unlucky, but pretty soild at the games of chance, plus it will be a whole lot of fun, teach you how, then you can go and I can show you what real gambling and card playing and other forms of gambling are like as soon as we have done this mission and are at that base for supplies,"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 21:05:31</strong>
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				<strong>Karen</strong><br><strong>Room</strong>: Helm, Captain's chair<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br><strong>What</strong>: Still checking up and assigning instructions.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2yu12cm.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the captain sat in her chair listening to Zachary on the other end of the com and the heard the life-support alarm go off she rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her face in frustration.&nbsp; Regardless, as the alarm went off she couldn't help but offer a grin to herself - it was just like the 'genius' engineer to accidentally set of all the alarms in the ship before finding what he needed.&nbsp; As he further went on to explain that it'd be at least two hours before they could get off, Karen let out a sigh.&nbsp; <strong>"Fine fine...I won't send anyone down there so long as you get it up in the next couple of hours here.&nbsp; Well at least we have an idea now of how long we'll be behind..thanks Zach.&nbsp; Just let us know if we need to do anything from up here."</strong> With that the captain turned off her side of the communications in order to leave the engineer to his work.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once finished with talking to the engineer over the communicator, Karen turned her attention once more over to Carson as the pilot seemed to react to her order and was busy scanning for nearby stations.&nbsp; She thought she overheard something about trouble and a desert, but then again she could just be mistaken.&nbsp; In any case, the captain was just hoping that Carson didn't take them to another water world - Karen was actually quite nervous around water of that vastness and wasn't exactly one to go to the beach in a bathing suit either.&nbsp; Even though the crew seemed to enjoy traveling to Neptune XI, she had put that place on the permanent no go.&nbsp; As Carson spoke back to Karen she nodded before replying,<strong> "Ah good, well Zach is predicting we'll need a couple hours yet..so feel free to relax or sleep or whatever until we're done...just don't go too far in case we're ready ahead of time."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Satisfied that Carson was ready whenever the propulsion systems came back, Karen turned her attention now back to the weapons specialist.&nbsp; Supposedly he was busy preparing the weapons in the armory.&nbsp; However, as Karen turned on her own com to listen to the man respond to Zoe, she simply rolled her eyes in annoyance at the response they got.&nbsp; This was certainly not the first time the man had talked to them in such a rude manner and no doubt it wouldn't be the last.&nbsp; She had given up a long time ago on trying to fix the weapons specialist but at the very least she felt like she had to correct him occasionally.&nbsp; As she heard him call herself a dominatrix and remark about her attire, Karen glanced down at herself...a pair of jeans, boots, and a tank-top really shouldn't be coming across as ... well whatever he was thinking. <strong>"Great, well just get everything set up inside the shuttle for when we are ready to attack.&nbsp; You've got about two hours."</strong>&nbsp; She would have left it at that, but she sighed before continuing, <strong>"And Raze Dear..."</strong> She made sure to say 'dear' as sarcastically as possible, <strong>"...watch your tongue before you find yourself locked in the brig.&nbsp; Report back if you need any help..I think Dee here had some possible weapon upgrades to show you if you had time too."</strong>&nbsp; Karen glanced around to look at Zoe and Sybella.&nbsp; Hopefully the blue haired girl was out of range to hear what was said and despite the fact that Zoe had a personality, hopefully she'd not take offense at the human's words.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Karen of course had heard Dee's offer to 'off' Raze, but the short haired girl shook her head before responding.&nbsp; Of course she did have a thin smile on her lips at the idea of the green alien getting rid of Raze, but it wasn't actually a thought to entertain. <strong>"No no...though thanks for the offer Dee.&nbsp; Raze is still relatively new on board so I'll cut him some slack for now, and besides, he means well enough."</strong>&nbsp; Well that plus he was the only one on board who was proficient with all the different weapons technology on board aside from Dee's special items. <strong>"..Go on and try to help Zach, he sounded like he was having a hard time at it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 23:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/bh01.jpg)</div> <strong>Room:</strong>Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>While she has Raze on the comms, she listens also to the conversations around her. She finds herself content in this. In just observing the beings around her, those she is slowly calling her friends more and more. Her dark eyes scan the helm as she awaits the answer from Raze, and in just that moment she gets it. Back towards the comm panel she looks, the expression upon her features unchanging. Raze might enjoy getting reactions from people, or making it seem like he’s so tough and doesn’t care about how people feel… but he would get no such satisfaction from her. Not about being called a cunt, or akin to a sex toy, or how he would ‘take care’ of her and the females of the crew. She just listens as if it’s just another report. Before Karen addresses Raze, she interjects.&nbsp; &nbsp;“The Aurora is always prepared to act as safe harbor for the crew.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Even when they get themselves into trouble needlessly. <br><br>Her dark eyes then move to Karen as she addresses Raze, as she gives the man a warning. The captain is a good person, though sometimes she doesn’t want&nbsp; others to think so. They do have a rep and all. And while Zoe isn’t in command and never will be, in this she thinks the captain might be going a little to easy on Raze. She couldn’t imagine addressing fellow crewmates… or the captain.. in such a manner. In the back of her complicated mind, Zoe has come to think of this as more than a job. The crew is all alone out here in the black, and dissidence amongst them, even one person, has to be handled swiftly. <br><br>But Zoe isn’t the captain, is she? <br><br>Her eyes are locked on Karen’s as she finishes speaking to Raze, and before Raze might offer some quip back, Zoe closes the communication channel. She too looks towards Sybella and then Carson, and then towards Dee and her offer. She perks a brow as she now steps away from the comms console… when she thought that Raze should be handled more harshly, that’s hardly what she had in mind. <br><br>For some reason, she’s a little let down that she isn’t ordered to engineering to help Zach. Zach’s comparison of her repairing the Aurora wasn’t really accurate, to her at least. And plus, she enjoyed spending time with the little human. Zoe’s steps bring her about halfway between Sybella and Carson at the pilot’s station and the captain, with Dee off to her side. She smiles softly to Dee, then she looks to Karen as she finally speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Raze will be handled in whatever way you deem appropriate, captain. Is there anything else I can aid you with?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 20:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/2154b6b7-bf40-4e7b-a1d5-64fec8ef1282_zps9cd69ee2.jpg)</div><strong>Dee</strong><br><strong>With:</strong> Zoe, Karen, et al.<br><strong>What:</strong>Heading to Engineering<br><br>"As you wish, Leader Karen. Offer always on table. Just point me at whatever needs to die! Will do with gusto." Dee remarked, stepping away from the captain. She turned and looked over Zoe a moment, giving her a little poke on the shoulder. Then another. Poke poke. "You should let me take you apart and put you back together sometime. Very curious. Good learning experience for everyone. Probably could add some weaponry. Laser eyes. Laser fingers? Perhaps, laser foot. Unexpected. Nobody see it coming. Never too many lasers, I always say." A nod, and the alien walks off, muttering quietly to herself. Something about onboard plasma weaponry and titanium-matrix poly alloys. She leaves the helm, heading down to the engineering bay to assist with repairs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 22:58:11</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/bluehairgirl_zps8ed2904b.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Room:</strong> Pilot Station<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br><hr><br>Sybella tilted her head, studying the man and registering his words. Her dark blue eyes trained on him had no regard whether or not it was making him uneasy. She had learned how the customs of her people were not the same as everyone, but this way to look at people was something she could not change even if she wanted to. It had been too long for her to change. Some people said that it betrayed how she could read people, that it revealed her talent of empathy, but to Bella, it was just natural. <br><br>When he compared them to viruses, Sybella became amused. It showed in her eyes and in the curve of her smile. She liked Carson. He wasn’t a headache to figure out, could take a playful tease the right way, and he didn’t seem to mind that she could feel what he felt, both emotional and physical, if she put her mind to it. Sybella nodded her head at him. “We have games where I come from. We don’t play for money though, it’s hard enough to come by. Maybe we could play… for chores or favors? Though… I should warn you, you probably can’t bluff with me.” Sybella’s smile turned into a sheepish grin, and she quickly hid it behind her cup of tea.<br><br>Sybella became quiet when the captain spoke again, mindful of her own rank, and she finished her tea. “Not too far? How far can we get on a spaceship?” Bella muttered to herself, but she was still in a good mood. She was quite determined not to let anything mess with her good day. “Looks like we’ve got time now… Should we head to the table in the gaming room?”<br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 00:55:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mN1v5Du.jpg)</div><strong>Zachary Ellis</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Engineering, Engine Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Karen, Cee Dee<br><hr><br>"Oh god, she was listening wasn't she..." he replied as Dee interjected into his conversation with Karen.&nbsp; "Hey, the electrocution thing happened <em>once</em>, it wasn't even that bad, I mean sure I was unconscious for a few hours.&nbsp; Like it's my fault I have a lower voltage resistance than the rest of the crew!" he grumbled.<br><br>"Yup, repairs shouldn't be too bad, you won't even need to keep the medic on call this time," he replied to Karen before she cut off communications.&nbsp; He paused a moment to sniff at the air to see if he could tell that there was a burnt hair smell.&nbsp; "Pfft, burnt hair, I don't smell anything..." then again the engine room was akin to a sauna with the coolant cut off, so it was difficult for him to smell much of anything at this point.<br><br>"Man I'm gonna need a shower after this," he commented to himself before maneuvering himself to see behind a panel in the wall.&nbsp; He moved his right hand into the dark crevices and a small light blinked to life in the center of his metal palm letting him get a better view as he began to further diagnose the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 02:15:00</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">BAE</span></strong><br><br><strong>Room:</strong> On "Ghost Ship"<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Bryzgarians (race controlling the ship), Niko (his dog)<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz0hg3XzTD1qhjzh7.jpg)</div><br>A low thrumming sound echoed through the storage docks of the stolen ghost ship.&nbsp; The dimly light room was dank and musky, and as many an engineer would know, it was mostly warm.&nbsp; Truthfully it was awful, the humidity was drenching, it stank, and above all it sucked.&nbsp; A unique laughter could be heard echoing towards the small storage room.&nbsp; And that same unique laughter spoke in an odd voice that sounded like a drowning German man as it entered the room.<br><br><strong>"Brah vryn nush"</strong> a second voice chimed in with a deep gurgling laughter then proceeded to reply <strong>"Kigh tryn un brah grool"</strong> The foot falls echoed closer and closer to the makeshift holding cell.<br><br>His eyes fluttered open as the bars to his cell were shaken as the creature grunted deeply.&nbsp; He felt himself swaying, his arms hurt like hell, his head swam with pain and images of what lead him to this unique predicament.&nbsp; His legs were bound tightly with his mechanical tail bundled up as well.&nbsp; Groggily he lifted his head as hazel eyes looked about, his vision was blurred but he focused on the definitive figure before him.<br><br><strong>"You know whats funny about you Bryzgarians,"</strong> he smiled softly <strong>"you cant think for your selves!"</strong><br><br>The figure shook the cage violently as he felt tension in his shoulders which caused him to hiss in pain.&nbsp; Moments of dizzying pain soon passed as he heard a third set of footsteps.&nbsp; His eyes focused on the figure, a lanky rat like humanoid, but it wasn't human.&nbsp; He was definitely one of them yet as he spoke he sounded nothing like them.&nbsp; <strong>"You Vylarians are the fools, so easy to toy with, and the best part is what parts of you aren't eatable, we'll scavenge for ourselves, I mean I have always wanted a tail"</strong><br><br>As he finished his words, a canine growl came from the right, the tallest of the three was near a box&nbsp; near the wall.&nbsp; He was smacking the box profusely as it shook.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell your mistress there he hurts my dog he'll live to regret it"</strong>&nbsp; Bae was definitely not in the position to be making threats, and he knew it, but what else could one do as he realized his days were numbered.&nbsp; All he wanted to do was meet the merchant that used to own this ship, an older fish like man who held unique relics and books from lost worlds. They were both history buffs, liking the simple things in life, the irreplaceable objects.&nbsp; So like he always did he met the fish-man in orbit outside the 3rd (and farthest) moon of Neptune IV.&nbsp; That night held a bunch of rude awakenings.<br><br>The small man just laughed once more, and speaking in their language he relayed Bae's empty threats.&nbsp; Soon the whole room was filled with the sound of drowning Germans laughing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 03:48:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://images.wikia.com/acecombat/images/d/d3/ME0000148976_2.jpg)</div> <strong>Room:</strong>Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sybella<br><hr>Carson could feel sybella's eyes on him as he sat there. He looked at her after a moment after noticing in fact she was just looking at him. He decided that it was a big deal at all and gave her a smile as he figured it was just something that she did. He turned his attention back to his controls putting them on a check up mode while he had time.<br><br>He heard Sybella's words and turned his head back to her. He hadn't thought about that but her idea on how to play and what to use a winnings sounded rather good. He thought about it for a moment. He thought about asking if she be up next time they had time. He then found out that he would and smiled a bit more as he got up from his seat.<br><br>"Let's go, your game, I think this is a rather fun challenge, just don't be upset if you still lose against me," he commented with a grin as he looked at her. "So what was this game of your home world like?," he asked as he started to walk away from his station to head to the game room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zenpai</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 05:25:05</strong>
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				<strong>Room:</strong> Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> open<br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1182.photobucket.com/albums/x455/fierysorceress/Cowboy%20Bebop/Spike%20Spiegel/Spike-93.jpg)</div><br>Raze Listen the captain, before he can can say anything&nbsp; the channel closes. “Wow, I could not tell if that was a&nbsp; flirt or if she meant it. Your losing your touch.”&nbsp; Raze punches the wall and speaks to himself. “ All is well, ends well. What the hell am going to do for&nbsp; two hours. All the gear is pack and loaded. I checked it all and there nothing to do. I could make me a new knife.” Raze head back to ship ferniest which he has modified to work as a forge. “Now, I just need some scarp metal where can I find that.” Raze wonder around the ship finding random pieces of metal.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>When he comes across the room with the The blue haired woman and the pilot. Raze sticks his head in the room. “HEY BLUE! I cant stop thinking we need some combats stimulants. Its always in the back of my mind , they could do some good . That all bye!”&nbsp; Raze goes back to his searching.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 05:37:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/aaf78f1e-33bc-4ee7-baf0-cb0c75544726_zps1e0ad820.jpg)</div><strong>Dee</strong><br><strong>With:</strong> Zac, in the Engine Room<br><strong>What:</strong>Being Helpful<br><br>Dee's voice suddenly came over the communication channel, chipper as always, "Zoe Robot! Please to run ship diagnostic for us. Need to pinpoint engine troubles to expedite repairs. Thank you!" Quick and to the point, not often she did that. She usually liked to be chatty. Almost disturbingly so. The alien must've been eager to get on with the mission. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 02:26:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/bh01.jpg)</div> <strong>Room:</strong>Helm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>Yes.. Raze is an odd one. She wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t last too long. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was just suddenly gone or something. As if someone had made a good decision and thrown him off the ship. Or if he left of his own volition. Doesn’t matter, things would be better if he weren’t around. <br><br>Dee pokes her shoulder lightly, and she looks to the blue skinned woman with the same warm smile she seems to offer most. And then she’s poked again. And again. She glances at her shoulder where she is poking, making sure there’s nothing sticking out of her shoulder or something that Dee wanted to try and put back. And when she makes the offer of taking her apart, her eyebrows raise as one. She keeps the same smile on her lips as she speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp; “I am grateful for the offer, but I must decline. I find myself getting along well without laser eyes, fingers or feet. But I will keep your offer in mind.”&nbsp; Eeesh. <br><br>Zoe then turns and moves to one of the port stations, and she starts to look through the various sensor readings of the ship. Though she knows what they mostly are already. There’s really no <em>need</em> for her to use a sensor station, since she’s interconnected with the Aurora. But.. she has found that the crew find it easier to accept that she is part of the crew if she actually does things the crew does. That’s why she sometimes sits in on dinners, or exercise or training sessions. <br><br>After a few minutes Dee is heard once more over the comms. Zoe tilts her head up slightly as she listens, and she then looks back to her sensor console. Her fingers dance rhythmically and very rapidly over the nearly invisible keys, her eyes darting left to right as she takes in a nearly overwhelming amount of sensory input. Well overwhelming for someone who isn’t Zoe. <br><br>Her voice comes over the comms in a gentle, calm tone as she continues to watch the rapidly scrolling and changing information on the screen in front of her.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Zac, Dee… sensors indicate 4 of the flow capacitors on the port side are out of alignment. They are out of tolerance, causing them to seize. Do you require my assistance for repairs?”&nbsp; &nbsp; She knows that’s something of a minor/major problem, depending on the skill of the workers at hand. Zac and Dee.. they are 2 of the best. So his estimation as to the repair time could be right on. She hopes.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Aurora] Helm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 03:43:59</strong>
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				<strong>Karen</strong><br><strong>Room</strong>: Helm, Captain's chair<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Zach, Dee, and Zoe<br><strong>What</strong>: Still checking up and assigning instructions.<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2yu12cm.jpg)</div>Finished issuing orders to Raze and trying to get him to behave, Karen simply rolled her eyes and sighed before leaning back in her leather arm chair once more.&nbsp; The weapon's master, while still new on the ship, was becoming more than she could handle..regardless, she wasn't about to try and make enemies with a fellow crewmate..at least not when he was preparing everyone's weapons that they'd be using in the next few hours.&nbsp; Perhaps she'd simply fire him after this mission?&nbsp; Crossing her arms in front of her tank top clad chest she blew some of her brown hair out of her face in an annoyed manner before glancing around to see what else needed her attention.&nbsp; As Dee finished speaking with Karen and headed down towards engineering, Karen couldn't help but offer a thin grin at the alien's suggestion to take apart Zoe...that'd certainly be an odd sight.&nbsp; Carson and Sybella also appeared to be busy as she overheard something about the gaming room...she just hoped Carson would go easy on the blue haired girl and not steal all her money before this job was already complete.<br><br>Without even looking over at Zoe, Karen could feel the stare of the ship's AI on her face.&nbsp; After all, Zoe was one of the few crew members that Karen had lived with all these years and she was quite used to the computer's habits..perhaps even more so given she was an AI.&nbsp; As the AI woman goes to man one of the port stations Karen allows her mind to drift away in day dreaming for a few moments...thoughts of dessert sands and dirty cities.&nbsp; Luckily she is brought out of her trance of home as Dee comes back over the comm speaking to Zoe.&nbsp; Sitting up in her chair and listening, Karen eyes Zoe as Dee asks for a ship diagnostics.&nbsp; Once the AI starts navigating the console Karen tried to keep up..it is her ship after all and Karen is actually quite skilled with the mechanical and electronics aboard the Aurora...but she somehow doubts she'll ever truly know as much as Zoe.&nbsp; Hearing Zoe respond about the capacitors Karen sighs in relief...at least the problem doesn't sound all that bad.&nbsp; Turning now to glance at Zoe and speaking over her own comm for both Zach and Dee to hear, as well as Zoe, Karen interjects. <strong>"Now that yall both know what's wrong down there and you got Zoe on her way, you think you can rush it any faster?&nbsp; &nbsp;We've been sitting ducks out here too long and that ship's still escaping."</strong>&nbsp; Waiting a few seconds to hear Zach reply to Zoe that she could come down, Karen gives Zoe a nod of her head to motion the AI girl to go ahead and help out.
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