PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)
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				Title: <strong>PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 00:23:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins</strong></span><br><br><br>The inside of the Hulk Class Cruiser creaks, groans, and sings like a lake of ice (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1T00H_daBw) in the dead of winter. PHI-828's cavernous metal hangars waiting to be filled with mountains of debris. Small touch panels next to doors with lit screens are the only source of light but they flicker from broken relays, each waiting to be brought back online and commands entered. It will take a tech to fix the panels before the occupants of PHI-828 will be able to receive instructions on what to do. <br><br>A small room contains cryopods with a small group of inmates, outside hallways round corners and lead off into locked rooms, and the vast empty hangars. There are far fewer rooms on this Hulk than a person may imagine for a vessel of this size. It's exact size is hard to comprehend from within it's halls. Ships like these are built in space because they are too large to manufacture on Earth. The lunar colonies are the ones most often built around the corporations need for shipyards. Those same lunar bases are responsible for maintaining and building the vessels that travel from the Earth to Mars.<br><br>Inside the room marked simply as PODS, five cryopods begin to light up. A warning beep goes off three times and the seals on the pods hiss open just a crack as the pressure inside them equalizes to the pressure of the room. The bite of air far to low in temperature seeps into the pods as the occupants begin to stir.<br><br>Across the room is a row of lockers each labeled for a separate inmate:<br><br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Inmate # 0212 Bondar, Lillian<br>Inmate # 0326 Cooper, Zoey<br>Inmate # 1319 Moreno, Sarah<br>Inmate # 1803 Rendro, Ciane<br>Inmate # 2613 Ziong, Mai</span><br></div><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/xb3IR6s.png)</div><br><br class="clear_left"><br><br><em>&lt;Your heavy eye lids begin to open. Glaring white lights shine down from inside the glass domed pod that you are in. A voice can be heard...&gt;</em><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">All vital signs normal... Inmates, you are aboard a Hulk Class prison ship with the designation PHI-828. You have been sentenced to 18 months of debris collection between the Mars Colony and Earth. Failure to perform your duty will result in full reinstatement of your terms aboard a penal colony class station...</span><br>&nbsp;<br><em>&lt;the voice breaks up into static and goes silent... Your pod has a small heads up display projected on the glass. There is a photo, name, and information. You don't recognize the face but when you glance at the glass you see a reflection and it looks a lot like the person in the photo...&gt;</em><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">OOC NOTES</span>:&nbsp; Your characters have been resting&nbsp; :D for approximately 24 hours.&nbsp; It's up to individual players how much of or if any of your memory comes back. The megacorp responsible for overseeing PHI-828 doses the inmates so they get a fresh start when they wake up. It doesn't always work as planned and the corp has full immunity from any repercussions. Inmates are considered property of the corp, a sort of resource that doesn't have the same rights as ordinary citizens.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thread Links</strong></span><br>Recruitment (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333095.0)<br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333194.0)<br>Inmate Manifest (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.0)<br>PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333216.0)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Header tag for posts</strong></span><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=10]CHARACTER IMG URL[/img][/floatleft]<br><br><br>[hr]<br><br>[b]NAME:[/b] Character Name<br>[b]WEARING:[/b] URL link or simple description<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] where are they<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] who are they interacting with<br><br>[hr]<br>[clearleft]<br><br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 01:06:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> plain breastband and shorts, then a simple coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> in her tube, then out<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> no one, as yet<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Oh, fock me." Was the headache worse than the dreams, she wondered. The chaotic images behind her eyes had been impersonal, at least, though the screaming had been bloody unpleasant. She might scream herself in a wink, though, if the drill-bit stabbing behind her eyes didn't leave off.<br><br>Squeezing her eyes shut and rolling her jaw to try to release whatever was causing the pain, she took stock. Not a bed, and not with company. Med creche? No, too quiet, not cold enough. Opening her eyes again, she saw the faceplate above her had lit up, showing her a face that was vaguely familiar in its hard outlines. It seemed, as she shifted, to be attached to a pretty hard body as well. Bit of brick shitter, in fact. Then the voice speared into her head, setting lights dancing under her eyelids again.<br><br><em>Well, isn't this luvly. Who the fock is Ciane Rendro, and what the fock did she- I- do to get me shipped off to Coventry-in-orbit?</em><br><br>Answers weren't going to be found in what she now dimly recognized as a suspension pod, so forcing the agony in her skull out of her immediate thoughts, she sat up and swung long legs over the edge of the tube. The room swam a bit, and seemed to be superimposed over another, similar space, right down to the lockers. Similar, but different in detail, still almost familiar. Then her vision cleared, and the room was one place again. Her stomach finally decided she could stand without spraypainting the floor, so she got up. Once sure her balance wouldn't betray her, she stretched her Amazonian frame, bounced a few times on her toes, then padded over to the locker clearly marked with Rendro's -- her- name.<br><br>Inside was a pair of soft slippers and a suit of worker's coveralls. Slightly too small, of course, and a garish orange. About what you'd expect from anyone's Government, she figured, still wondering exactly which one she'd pissed off. Dressing quickly, she went through a few more quick calisthenics, getting the blood pumping- whoever she had been, she was solid, at least. Her body felt good. Strong, dangerous. Blowing hard, she threw a few shadow punches, feeling the muscles in her arms bunch and flex, the tendons pop. Then she leaned against her locker to watch the other fairy-tale princesses slither out of their fake wombs. Salvage work was rough, from what she thought she remembered hearing. She hoped there weren't any weak sisters in the bunch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 01:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Lily Bondar<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> prison issue gray mid waist boycut undies and sports bra (very unflattering!) -&gt; transition to gray track suit<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> all inmates in same room<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Searing retinas struggled with the sudden intense white light as Lily blinked her eyes open. Overloaded senses filled her mouth with the taste of tin and salt water. A high pitched whine screeched so loud she thought her ears were going to bleed. It was just the pressure shift and as the surroundings came into focus her senses adjusted. A thought came to her, cryo-sleep or hibernation. There was something else at the edge of her thoughts but she couldn't quite grasp it's ephemeral nature as it slipped away. Eyes still straining to adjust they focused on the display projected on the glass above her face. An image of her and a prison record.<br><br><strong>"What the actual..."</strong> Lily said aloud in words more of a slur than anything resembling speech. The words muffled by the glass dome still covering her so no one but her would have heard them regardless. A moment of panic gripped her and she thumped fists on the glass, fumbling, grasping, tugging until she caught an edge and the pod opened for her. Sitting upright her head swam and she almost fell out, gripping the side and holding fast.<br><br>It was cold. Like winter snow and ice level of cold and here she was in just her under garments. Though dimly lit the pods themselves filled the room with light and she saw rows of lockers with names on them. There was probably prison jump suits inside those lockers and the thought of bundling up inside anything right now was a good one. Curling knees up to her chest and groaning from the intense migraine she was currently experiencing was about the only thing she could do however. So sit there with arms wrapped around knees making inhuman sounds was what she did between the now slowly chattering of her teeth. Her head swiveled to look at the others gaining consciousness.<br><br>A sound like a greeting groaned out of her face hole as she nodded in a best attempt at polite introductions. Lily wasn't built for this, she only had a distant memory of the ship's AI greeting them as they woke. <br><br>She saw one of the inmates, she assumed that the tall woman was an inmate too, get up and dance around in front of the lockers. It was time that Lily join her. So she held fast and stood up, took a confident step and stumbled across the room like a drunkard. The crash into her locker was audible.<br><br><strong>"The f...,"</strong> whole words were still not coming to her. With a tongue like cotton and feeling about as numb she struggled. <br><br>Opening the locker revealed a light gray jumper that hung down over her hips and a pair of matching track pants, with equally uninteresting booties. All of which had a small red plus sign strategically placed on them... EMT, now she remembered from the bio. She was a med tech.<em> When had that happened?</em> The feeling in her limbs returned slowly and reminded her just how damn cold it was. She pulled on the garments, with one eye watched the giantess and the others.<br><br><strong>"Why is it so damn cold in here?"</strong> Finally words had come to her as she voiced her thoughts for all to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 02:04:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Awareness came quickly, along with the huge headache that threatened to split her skull open. The pod’s voice informing her of her sentence and role onboard the ship. She mouthed her assigned name, nothing came to the name. In fact nothing came to her but murky memories that seemed to be slicks of oil that dispersed when she tried to recall them. There was a scene that lingered of someone kissing her as she was pulled away from them, tears blinding her as a stinging feeling hit her arm as an air hypo hissed in her arm and she felt a numbness take hold of her limbs. <br><br>“Shit..” she said as she felt something in her wake and the display shift from the pods display to her field of vision as the lid hissed as it moved up and aside to let her out. She slid out with a dancer’s grace as she looked around, taking in the women who were moving in the room&nbsp; and the pods. She did a heavy split as she slid slowly to the floor as she tried to get the kinks out of her legs before sliding up with a smile as she took in the woman two pods down. A tall muscular woman who had a hard look about her, getting dressed in an orange jumpsuit as she walked to the door marked with her name and&nbsp; registery number, ignoring the cold chill of the room as she opened the door to the locker and tried on her too large jumpsuit and shoes. “Figures.” She mutters to herself as she looked around. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 02:30:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> prison issue tank top and shapeless grey undies, then plain prison issue coverall<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Ow."<br><br>This seemed to sum everything up, really, and she said the word again, slowly this time, making the sound last.&nbsp; "Ow."<br><br>It was primarily her head that ached, though other parts of her weren't too far behind in the pain department.&nbsp; Overall, she felt as though she'd passed out onto a cold hard floor and slept there in an uncomfortable position for several hours... which might not be too far off.&nbsp; She hadn't yet risked opening her eyes more than the merest fraction, enough to realize that she was not in fact on the floor, but wherever she was, it was certainly cold and not very well padded.&nbsp; And she definitely didn't feel like she'd moved around much lately, her limbs protesting faintly as she made a vague effort to sit up.<br><br>This effort didn't get very far, however, as she immediately encountered metal and glass, both even more frigid than the air.&nbsp; "Ow!" she repeated, more sharply this time as her head briefly connected with something unyielding, and now she felt forced to actually look at her surroundings.&nbsp; A suspension pod, she decided at once, though what she was doing in one of those, wearing only unattractive and uncomfortable underwear, was anyone's guess.&nbsp; After a few blinks, more came into focus, though her attention was immediately seized by the heads up display.&nbsp; Was that -- was that her?&nbsp; Sarah, she mused, whispering the word to herself.&nbsp; Sarah Moreno.&nbsp; It sounded familiar, and yet it didn't.&nbsp; Words like <em>fraud</em> and <em>embezzlement</em> also seemed to ring a few bells -- except she couldn't connect anything solid with them.&nbsp; <em>Great,</em> was her next random word, this time a reaction to the obvious conclusion.&nbsp; And then there were the other names, Tina and Janet, tantalizingly suspended between strange and familiar just as the name Sarah was.<br><br>Well, Sarah would do for a name, at least, and if the fuzzy reflection was anything to go by, it was accurate.&nbsp; Did she have blue hair?&nbsp; Or was that more purple?&nbsp; She shook her head, realizing that these thoughts were hardly useful at the moment, then seriously regretted the gesture as her brain seemed to keep moving a fraction of a second longer than her skull.&nbsp; Cold, however, was rapidly starting to become more of an issue than her headache, and she finally reached up to move the lid of the pod out of her way.<br><br>Now the chilly air flowed freely over her, and she gasped faintly.&nbsp; Two others had surfaced before her, and both seemed to have found clothing, which sounded like an excellent idea.&nbsp; Focusing on a locker that seemed to be hers, she clambered awkwardly out of the pod and stumbled towards said locker, faintly surprised at how difficult it was just to stay upright.&nbsp; It would pass, she knew that -- despite not knowing her name with any conviction -- but it was disconcerting just the same.<br><br>Inside the locker was a set of coveralls that looked just as bad as the underwear, not to mention being a particularly unpleasant shade of orange, but they at least promised something like warmth, and she pulled them on quickly, or as quickly as she could with shaking fingers.&nbsp; One of her new roommates seemed to be shadow-boxing, a second was poking around in her own locker, and the third seemed to be focusing hard on speaking clearly, with limited success.&nbsp; "Because no one cares if a bunch of convicts freeze to death?" she ventured in response to the last person's question, for all that it had likely been rhetorical.&nbsp; "Ow," she added, for good measure, realizing that her own voice sounded thick and out of practice.&nbsp; She rubbed her fingertips against her left temple, trying to massage out some portion of the lingering headache, while keeping a wary eye on the fighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>07-06-2021, 03:58:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><em>The Girl was crying. Thinking about what had happened. She didn’t notice The Empress sitting next to her. “Who did this?” The Girl didn’t say anything as The Empress’ arm went around her shoulder. “This is my fault. I should have protected you but I didn’t.”<br><br>Wiping tears away, The Girl looked up at The Empress. “This… I can’t take it anymore! My world is…” Her body shuddered. “My world is <strong>over</strong>!” <br><br>The Empress looked at The Girl for a good long while waiting until The Girl recovered from her sobbing. Then The Empress slapped The Girl across the face hard. She had never done that before. “There. How is your world now?” The Girl stared at her before another slap came on the other cheek. The crying didn’t start again because The Girl knew the woman wouldn’t care for it. <br><br>“You’re still alive aren’t you?” It was a moment before The Girl nodded. “Pain doesn’t end the world. Neither does despair or people using you because they think they own you.” The Empress stood up. “The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you have a lot more pain coming. And the only way to make it stop is to make sure nobody owns you.” She held out her hand and The Girl took it and stood up next to her. The Empress didn’t let go but looked The Girl right in the eye. <br><br>“So go out and <strong>own the world</strong>, Mai.”</em><br><br>The flat voice that was broadcast in wherever the hell she was penetrated the fog and the pain that seeped into every atom of her head. The memory seemed to slip away and she did everything she could to hold on to it. <em>Mai. My name is Mai.</em> Something about ‘18 months of debris collection’ and ‘full reinstatement of term’ smacked her like a sore dick in the face. <br><br><acronym title="In Mandarin">”Fuck me.”</acronym> Mai said out loud, rubbing her temples. She finally opened her eyes and the first thing she saw on the floating HUD was a picture of The Girl in her dream. Only in that picture The Girl was all grown up. <em>Mai. Mai Lee Xiaong. That’s me. And I did all those crimes.</em> Well. There were ones listed as ‘not proven’ but the ones she was convicted of… <br><br>A pimp? A human trafficker? An (unproven) blackmailer, kidnapper, and voyeur? That was <em>her</em>? It didn’t seem to make sense...or maybe it did. <em>Goddess, it’s fucking freezing in here!</em> She got out of the chair or whatever the fuck it was and looked around. Whoever had put Mai in this place…<br><br><em>PHI-828. The name of it is PHI-828.</em><br><br>Whoever had put Mai in PHI-828 had not bothered with things like comfortable temperature or even anything but the most utilitarian and <em>ugly</em> set of underwear that she had ever seen. She got up and nearly stumbled over. Between her pounding head, the freezing temperature, and, worst of all, the amnesia it was a miracle she was able to stand at all, much less focus on her surroundings. Four other people, all women, seemed to be a bit ahead of Mai. Bother. More important than them was a locker in front of her with her name on it. She eagerly opened it but was disappointed at the contents. <br><br><acronym title="In Mandarin">“This is the shit they give us?!”</acronym> Mai snarled as she saw the outfit that wouldn’t be fit for a prisoner! <em>Wait. You <strong>are</strong> a prisoner!</em> Laughter burst out from Mai’s lips before said laughter nearly split her skull in half. She swore again and then heard one of the women say something. <em>Because no one cares if a bunch of convicts freeze to death?</em> the crazy colored hair woman said in English. <br><br><em>English. Mandarin. She speaks English. I speak Mandarin without thinking about it. That’s my native language. But I understood what Crazy Color said perfectly. And the file on the HUD was in English too. I can speak and read both languages.</em> Of course. Mai was from Singapore. Almost everyone spoke Mandarin and English there. Despite everything Mai smiled a little. It was all coming back to her already. She only hoped she was doing better than everyone else. <br><br>“I agree,” Mai said in English. “We should really complain to somebody.” Mai paused when the ridiculousness of the statement struck her. “That is, when we find somebody.” She started to put on the hideous coverall. “Banana and pretzels are the best hangover cure. Ginger tea and asparagus also help.” Mai winced as pain came back to her. Even getting dressed was hurting her head...and that was without even <em>trying</em> to think how she knew all of this stuff. “Don’t ask me how I know that. My head hurts enough.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>07-06-2021, 14:14:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Suspension room, then&nbsp; roaming<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Mai, Zoe, general<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Arms folded, Caine watched the others- a pretty good-looking group of slags, though all but the gorgeous dark-skinned girl kinda lightweight- drag themselves out of their tubes and listened to them whinge. She was glad she hadn't given voice to her pain and confusion more than the once; it gave her a tiny bit of high ground.<br><br>"We freeze, they don't get their junk," she drawled, a little surprised at the Undercity growl of her own voice. Did she really sound like that? Made sense, she supposed. She sounded like the sort who might kill someone. Not that she remembered ever having done it. Crazy-hair gal had a lot to learn. "Don't mean they're gonna spend juice keeping it cozy for a bunch of cons in stasis. Don't like it?" A teeth-baring grin locked on the tiny&nbsp; Asian slittie, the one who moved like a dancer and talked like a spoiled schoolgirl. "Complain department's about 200 k-klicks that way." A jerk of her thumb towards the bulkhead illustrated what she meant. Downbound. Planetside. <em>Out</em>side<br><br>Pushing off her locker with a turn of her shoulders, she started for the hatch that led...somewhere into the mass of the half-derelict ship. "Best find where stuff is. Temp control. And the galley. Don't know about you, but I'm starved." And horny. Might be there was a way to deal with that, too. For sure there was a fair selection on the menu. The dark girl had the problem with the standard issue that Ciane did, in reverse. Maybe they could arrange a swap. Somewhere private. Swap more than just the jumpsuits, too.<br><br>Salvage service might not be so bad, after all. Just for luck, the Amazonian con tossed a wink in that direction as she passed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-06-2021, 01:21:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane &lt;m&gt; | everyone in general<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Everyone was up and getting dressed, mostly there seemed to be some sizing up going on and little speaking. The whole inmate thing was really starting to sink in and the bio she had read weighed on her. She was a criminal and this was her life now. A desperate little voice in the back of her head decided that a good distraction was needed, anything to get her mind of this situation until she could figure out her place here. In fact an idea popped into her head that the thing to do in a prison was to take out the biggest baddest in the yard and establish dominance. Had she saw that in a movie once?<br><br>Lily's eyes drifted over to Ciane... Her eyes only looked Ciane up and down once before she quickly averted them. Fuck that shit, that would be a quick way to end up in a hospital bed. Instead anxiety took over and nervous rambling took over instead.<br><br><strong>"My memory is all messed up like I can't quite connect all the dots,"</strong> Lily said out loud as she tried to peer into her locker for anything else useful. She decided talking with no general direction was the safest method. It was certainly a lot smarter then breaking her hand on the jaw of the giant warrior nearby.<br><br><strong>"I got this memory of buying watermelon. I was excited because It had been years since I tasted fresh fruit."</strong> She realized that not everyone's lives had probably been the same.<strong> "Um, anyways. My point is that a thought was in my head as I looked at the package. It read - sliced watermelon - you know. Those small packages with triangle wedges of watermelon in them."</strong> She chuckled to herself, shoulders shaking with a little mirth. <strong>"Like why do they call them slices at all. I get it that it's a watermelon that has been sliced. But if you bought a loaf of bread you'd expect it to be full of bread sliced. Not like a handful of one quarter sized wedges on a tray. Right? Like that's not a slice, that's a quarter of a slice. Does it even qualify as a slice? At what point does it just become a crumb? I suppose if they called it what it was, they wouldn't sell many watermelon crumbs."</strong><br><br>Lily lifted her head and looked around, not knowing if anyone was even paying attention to her ramblings. <br><br>Great introductions she thought to herself.<br><br><strong>"Yeah... so anyways, I'm Lily. Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous."</strong> <br><br><em>Just had to go and throw that apology in there didn't you, Lily? Good Canadian girl you are.</em><br><br>She started to sag her head in embarrassment as an awful sound filled the ship...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-06-2021, 01:23:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EVENT ONE:&nbsp; Thin Ice</strong></span><br><br>A deep toned chime went off in three short bursts. It had that baritone of a giant church bell and rumbled throughout the ships innards deep into the recesses of every corner. As it did so the small door control panels flickered and a thin red light glowed around each of them. It wasn't something that our inmates would be aware of but the message of the red light was relatively obvious, something was seriously wrong. <br><br>The thin red lights that rimmed each panel stayed lit even when the panels themselves flickered. The lights on the PODs went out and plunged everything into darkness. The control panels themselves also went out. Now there was only the thin red light illuminating. The glow barely penetrated the the dark, in fact it only just qualified as a glow and nothing more.<br><br>An echoing snap like the ice on a frozen lake reverberated throughout the ship. It wasn't a small popping sound, the metal of the ship sung with it's vibrations..&nbsp; The deep toned chime went off again in three short bursts. If there was any doubt if this was some sort of an alarm those events together should be enough to dispel it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-06-2021, 02:17:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags and ship coveralls<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube room<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>She fidgeted as she pulled on her jumpsuit and adjusted the sleeves and legs by curling the cuffs up. After done fixing the cuffs, she stood and looked around the room. “I think they have our comfort figured down to the millicred on their budget ledgers.” She said thoughtfully as she looked at the English woman curiously. <br><br>She flinched heavily at the claxons and alarms. She looked around for a terminal console to work thru.&nbsp; She hummed as she flexed her fingers and started typing in c9mmands to see what access was available and she imagined that something was able to be had if she worked at it. <br><br>“Hmm…” she hummed absently as she typed a variety of commands. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>08-06-2021, 04:23:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and soft, plain shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Overall, Sarah felt she did quite well in her immediate response to the sudden crisis.&nbsp; She didn't gasp at either the alarm or the blackout, simply bracing herself in case they were about to be tossed around, which was only sensible.&nbsp; Then the sound of a sharp crack rattled the entire ship, and it was all she could do to bite back a scream.&nbsp; Apparently she wasn't exactly brave, though to be fair she might do better if she could just have a few minutes to get used to one terrible situation before the next one started up.<br><br>"Okay, that was a bad sound.&nbsp; Does anyone know about ships?&nbsp; Or computers...?" she added, trailing off as one of their number stepped into that particular breach, at least, settling herself in front of a console and generally at least looking as though she knew what she was doing.&nbsp; Actually, now that Sarah thought about it, computers seemed like something she might do all right with herself, except something also told her that their current situation would probably require a level of skill and some creative improvisation that was beyond her.&nbsp; She had no real reason for the conclusion, but she felt like she was probably more of an all-rounder than a specialist.&nbsp; <em>Jack of all trades, master of none,</em> she thought, in someone else's mocking voice, and had the distinct impression that it was a voice that had spoken to her in that way many, many times.<br><br>Shaking off the almost-memory, she decided she had to at least pretend she was doing something useful.&nbsp; Though she might not be able to do anything to get it working properly again in any case, she started looking around for some sort of monitor that might show the structural integrity of the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>08-06-2021, 04:46:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODs<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Zoey, Sarah<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Another girl, a Punk Girl, sarcastically responded to Mai's previous comment. “I was just joking,” she said in a pathetic coverup. There was something about Punk Girl that made her brain stem tingle. <em>Aggressive. Dangerous. But useful.</em> A bodyguard? A mercenary? A gangster? Maybe even a cop? Whoever she was, she had the bearing of someone trained as a soldier at some point in her life.<br><br>“Hey! Hey you!” Mai called out to Punk Girl. “Have you been on one of these things before? Where do we start looking?” She pulled the coverall around her chest as tightly as she could which did little-to-nothing to help. She wasn’t used to this cold at all. In Singapore the weather was… Hot. Singapore was hot and humid. It was an island near the equator. <br><br>“<acronym title="Mandarin">This is <em>ridiculous</em>!</acronym>” Mai added, realizing she had said it in Mandarin which this… chick speaking in a Birtish accent obviously didn’t understand. Feeling a bit embarrassed again, Mai did her best not to show it as she switched to English. “What are we even supposed to be <em>doing</em> here? ‘Debris collection’. What is that? Debris on a <em>spaceship</em>? Don’t they have, like, drones or something to do that? And who is supposed to <em>train</em> us?! I’ve never been off planet and I <em>certainly</em> have never collected trash…”<br><br><em>The Boy lifted a box from the dumpster he was in. “Chicken!” he exclaimed triumphantly. Mai abandoned the dumpster she was examining and hurried over as The Boy opened it. <br><br>“Wow!” Mai said, brushing unwashed and unkempt hair out of her face. “They hardly ate any of this.” She reached into the box and…</em><br><br>Mai realized she was staring at Punk Girl in the middle of her sentence. Luckily, or unluckily, Mai’s humiliation was broken by something much more dire. Alarms were going off and the whole room was plunged into darkness with nothing but a few red lights glowing to break it up. <br><br><em>”Don’t worry, my darling,” The Client said. “In the dark, I can be whoever you want me to be.”</em><br><br>“<acronym title="Mandarin">What the fuck is happening <em>now</em>?!</acronym>” shouted Mai, trying to avoid the latest memories that had hit her at this most inconvenient time. That’s when she heard Crazy Color say something about computers. “Yes!” Mai said, jumping on her comment with gusto. “Computers!” she said in English. “Who can get to…” then she noticed one of the women, she believed it was the dark skinned one but it was hard to tell. “Oh. What do you see?” she said in the direction of the woman at the faintly glowing monitor. “Can you tell somebody that this whole place is fucked right now? And if they want us to do ‘debris collecting’ they need to give us something more than a ship that keeps losing it’s lights!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>08-06-2021, 06:10:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Suspension room, then&nbsp; roaming<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mai, Zoe, General<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br><br>"The debris-" she pronounced it 'dehbriss', of course- "-is out <em>there, </em> princess prat. The idea is we bring it in <em>here</em>. Into the holds. Salvage, like."&nbsp; Gods- even she knew that much, with her street-level education. Had she been on one of these before, indeed. That one just got a roll of her eyes. What planet was this lot from, that they had no viddie, no newspapers, no nothing to tell them how the world really worked? Lily, she said her name was, was talking about watermelon for some inane reason. That sounded good about now, but she'd bet there were no nicely packaged slices of fruit anywhere aboard. More like soy paste in a tube, two flavors: Yuck, and G'dawful. Yacking about food when you didn't have any just made things worse, besides.<br><br>At least she'd gotten a return look from the black girl, one with some promise in it. Or so she maybe thought, right before the lights went out, and everything went to shite. More to shite.<br><br>"Anyone's not a hacker or a rigger, hold fockin' <em>still,</em>" she barked into the darkness in the tones of someone used to giving orders. "Last thing we need's one of us tripping in a space we don't know an' breaking our fool necks." Someone shifted behind her, making a sound of concentration, and she could hear the faint pings of a touchscreen being pressed. "You know what you're doing, luv?," she asked, in an easier tone, as she reached one arm out to judge the distance to the wall. "Rather we not find out the hard way you can vent this space to the outside, ey?"<br><br>Then, to the room in general, "I was faced dead at the hatch when the lights snuffed it. Figure I can get out into the hall without knocking myself too bad." Actually, she had a decent mental picture of the layout of the entire room, a skill she didn't know she had until she had to call on it. It made sense, she supposed, if her file was right. About who and what she'd been.&nbsp; "Might be more light outside. At least we can get the outa this bloody freezer. Stay chill until I get it open." Fingers against the wall as a guide, she gingerly moved towards the sealed exit, encountering the bodies of the others on the way by touch and passing gently around them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>09-06-2021, 00:23:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane &lt;m&gt; | Sarah | Zoey | everyone in general<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>It sounded like a glacier calving to Lily's ears. That massive cracking sound that shook the frame of this metal beast. This was definitely terrifying and at this point she was convinced that she was going to die here.<br><br>Blackness and the sound of voices in the void. <br><br>Lily reached out and brushed against someone before she found the locker door and held onto it. Wasn't this the part where someone got shanked? She wondered if that even was something that happened on these ships. Lots of tools probably laying around, deadly ones, if they ever found out where the hangars and work stations were.<br><br>One of the women had moved off to work on the panel. Lily could see it flickering, maybe coming back to life? Maybe that woman was rebooting it or something. Or maybe she was punching in a self destruct code and dooming them all? It was inky sort of dark so she couldn't tell what was happening over there. <br><br>Ciane moved about the room after announcing her plans. Lily felt the woman brush past. The size of her moving by ominously, a ghost of a predator gliding past in the dark. Something about that woman terrified Lily.<br><br>Directing her voice at Zoey, "Are you like a techie? You think you can fix this?" Lily remembered one of the others (Sarah)&nbsp; had asked if anyone knew anything about the ship. "I know how to pilot MagLev Jump Ships. They work on the same controls as the air ambulance aelos. These corpie bastards use the same controls on everything to save costs all around." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>09-06-2021, 00:24:48</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EVENT ONE:&nbsp; Thin Ice</strong></span> - II<br><br>Whether it was what Zoey was doing or the ship itself, the panel was flickering back to life. Although that could have just been a momentary surge. A spark snapped off the side of the panel. Maybe it was what Ciane was doing?<br><br>The door on the PODS room wasn't designed to stay locked unless the pressure seal was triggered but that only occurred when there was a loss of air, fire, or other emergency.Ciane would find that some pressure to the door would break the seal and open it. However the entirety of the ship was in darkness unless Zoey was able to bring systems back online.<br><br>Logs, ship map, and comms are all accessible if the panel can be brought back online. Once that is accomplished The following is recorded in the control panel emergency warning logs:<br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><br>7:23:44 &gt; arrival at first debris field | synchronization with field established | POD activations complete<br>8:06:45 &gt; unaligned debris impact | external hull 100% | internal hull 100% | life support system regulators 67% | system AI 13%<br>8:06:48 &gt; &gt; ALERTING ALL CREW &gt;&gt; comms relay warning issued to drone central lunar base<br>8:15:24 &gt; &gt; ALERTING ALL CREW &gt;&gt; system regulators 43% | system AI offline | temperature controls offline<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>11-06-2021, 03:21:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODs<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Zoey, Sarah<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Punk Girl was strong and seemed to have a rough idea of the layout. Dark Girl was some kind of techie. White Girl was a pilot. The only one that didn’t profess to having some kind of useful skill was Crazy Hair but a nagging feeling led Mai to believe that was just because she hadn’t remembered it.The look of contempt Punk Girl gave Mai and the fact that the others were ignoring her, made her more useless by the minute. She didn’t like it. <br><br>Mai’s mind felt like seeing freestanding water in the dark. There was something under the surface but no way to tell how deep it was, let alone what was at the bottom. Not without putting her hands in. But before she could do that, some literal sparks flew from one of the panels. The sudden sound and burst of life made Mai jump a little. Was there hope that they would make this floating pile of garbage finally come back to life. <br><br>For the first time since she had woken up, Mai felt good once the screens came on. “Thank Goddess!” That sounded a bit odd to Mai’s ears, like it was something most people didn’t say, but she didn’t dwell on it. She was more interested in the emergency logs that Dark Girl brought up.<br><br>The log had a mix of bad, and interesting news. It appeared they had arrived at their destination but something was keeping them at regular gravity or close to it. She wracked her brain but she didn’t bring up much about space ships so she didn’t know what that was. Regardless, ‘unaligned debris impact’ must have meant that something hit the ship which caused the previous hiccup, or so she guessed. She didn’t like that “Life Support Regulators” were at 67%. Even with her amnesia and little knowledge Mai doubted you would ever want that at less than 100 when you were in the black and forgotten depths of space. The temperature controls were offline so the freezing chill had made perfect sense. Apparently there was also a system AI that was offline…<br><br><em>The Colonel looked stunned not just at seeing Mai (https://i.imgur.com/TNjulTI.png) but also The Companion (https://i.imgur.com/v4bprNN.png). “Amazing,” The Colonel said, reaching up to caress The Companion on her face. “She looks so real.” The Companion closed its eyes and looked like The Colonel’s touch felt like a deep tissue massage on an aching back.<br><br>“Scarlett,” Mai said putting her hand on The Companion’s shoulder. Actually, that name had been programmed in just a few hours ago when certain sources told her that The Colonel would really take to that name. “I’m glad you like it,” she purred. <br><br>As he caressed The Companion’s face with his thumb, The Colonel’s highly ranked, if not highly sized, dick was straining against his dress blue uniform. “What can she do?” <br><br>Mai had been waiting for this question. “The better question is what she can’t do and that’s a short list.” She wrapped her arm around The Companion’s impossibly thin waist. “May I?” she asked. She spun The Companion around to face her and locked lips with it. It’s Japanese designers had done a good job with the feel of a woman’s lips except that they were too soft and the body heat was too warm. For a discerning woman of taste and standards it was all off enough to be annoying. Her hands went down that impossibly thin waist and grabbed its too soft ass with her hands, pushing her finely manicured nails into it. She kept this hold for a good fifteen seconds making sure to grope and forcefully control The Companion. <br><br>Finally, she turned to The Colonel and the lust in his eyes had grown by leaps and bounds. “Would you like a further demonstration of Scarlett’s capabilities, Colonel?"</em><br><br>Mai blinked. What the fuck was <em>that</em> about? <em>A prostitute and a pimp. That’s what you were. And a high class one too.</em> She must have been considering the digs and the fact that she had a freaking Japanese sex doll/AI to make out with and fuck clients with. But, as soon as that strange flashback had come into her brain it was replaced with one of the lines from the log: <em>comms relay warning issued to drone central lunar base</em>. Something about that seemed important to Mai. But what? What was it? If any of the other women were paying any attention to the short Singaporean woman they would spot her just continued to stare at the screen, looking a bit more vacant than she already did. <br><br><em>Comms… Lunar base…&nbsp; Colonel… Artificial Intelligence… Fancy brothel... Favor... <br><br>That man flirting with that sex doll AI girl in my memory is a colonel at the lunar base who owes me a favor.</em><br><br>“<acronym title="Mandarin">That’s it! That’s fucking it!</acronym>” Mai shouted, clapping her hands. Her excitement was fleeting as she realized she didn’t know much else and that was assuming her memory was correct. She didn’t know this guy’s name, what he owed her, or even if he could do anything for her. But it was <em>something</em>. And if they had a comms relay system then they had some way to communicate with the outside. For that, she’d need the other women. And who knew? By the time they could get the contraption to work Mai might remember all the critical information she’d need to cash in on that mysterious favor. <br><br>“The comms relay,” Mai said pointing to the screen. “Can we use it or is it automated? And if it’s automated is there any way to hijack it and use it to send our own messages?” Something about Mai’s voice sounded...different. Until now her voice was higher with a posh sounding Mandarin accent but now it was slightly more huskier, measured, and with something closer to an English accent than a Mandarin one. Another mystery that she would just have to reach down into those depths and pull out an answer for. <br><br>But that would be for later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-06-2021, 03:46:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags and ship coveralls<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube room<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>“Yeah, I figure that we are dealing with system crashes in environmental systems and the AI systems.” Zoey said with a sigh as she worked thru the systems as she hooked her interface plugs into the consoles and restarted the environmental systems to bring up the lights and heat. She&nbsp; triggered the lights in the room. <br><br>“I’m trying too get the AI up now.” She said as she started the subroutine up and watched it thru her internal display. She watched the AI spool up again with a cautious eye.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>11-06-2021, 13:56:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and soft, plain shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoey, any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>The screens flared back to life and Sarah blinked at the sudden light, watching as the many screens each began to display information again, a flood of data as everything rebooted, or at least attempted to.&nbsp; It didn't look like all the systems were in fact coming back online, though all the necessities seemed to be there, at least.&nbsp; She allowed herself a sigh of slight relief.&nbsp; Then she heard the techie-type mention the AI, and she turned instinctively to look, finding the code also scrolling by on one of the monitors.&nbsp; Did she know about AIs?&nbsp; Not the way the techie-type with her computer interfaces did, obviously, but as Sarah leaned over and studied the code, there was just as certainly something familiar about it.&nbsp; "That's a Scimitar Cybernetics AI," she murmured, though without any real idea of <em>how</em> she knew that she was a little reluctant to repeat the statement more loudly.<br><br>"Um, isn't it?" she asked the tech.&nbsp; "I -- I think I've seen that system before."&nbsp; <em>I think I've tricked that system before,</em> she thought, wonderingly.&nbsp; Was that how she'd embezzled that money and ended up here, some kind of social engineering scam?&nbsp; Probably, though something else was nagging at her that took a moment to identify: a sudden wave of shame and embarrassment at having gotten herself caught.&nbsp; <em>How did an idiot like you ever manage to get any kind of a scholarship in the first place?</em>&nbsp; Again the thought was in someone else's voice, a voice filled with contempt, and she felt her stomach twist up in knots at the words.&nbsp; "I used that in my work," she added, again without quite knowing where that statement was coming from or exactly what 'work' she was referring to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>11-06-2021, 20:50:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At the door<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mai, Zoe, Sarah, Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Why, you wanna order dim sum?"&nbsp; Did this girl not realize that they might be within a few hours of dying? Or a few minutes, even? Her newly-blossoming hatred of Asians was inconsistent and illogical; she didn't remember knowing any before. That seemed hardly possible, given how mixed all the races were pretty much everywhere now, but she suspected it was a result of the superior attitudes of the slant-eyed salarymen, coming into the Undercity looking for a boom-boom girl that could make them feel like they were living dangerously. So long as they had a few buddies to back them up and help hold her down-<br><br><em>-where the hell did<strong> that</strong> come from?</em> No time to worry about it right then.<br><br>The hatch was electrically locked, of course, which meant it was dead weight with the systems offline. But every electrical system had a mechanical backup. There ought to be a- there it was, a popout crank, found by touch, low down on the metal panel.&nbsp; The sounds from behind her were encouraging; one of the other girls- was it the one with the crazy hair?- apparently had some experience, as well. Between her and Black beauty, they might get out of this yet. Probably right into some other pile of shite, but one crisis at a time. At least there was more light now, so she could see what she was doing with the hatch release, avoid breaking her damn knuckles.<br><br>The crank didn't want to move but that was something she knew how to get past. She was big, and she was strong, and she had vague flashes of learning how to use it, and against things&nbsp; lot more dangerous than a fucking bit of inanimate metal.. A few savage jerks in opposite directions broke the thing free, and it began to turn with a squealing rasp, as it drew back the lock bolts.<br><br>"Oi," she called over her shoulder, suddenly grasping onto an unpleasant thought. "Are we holed? Do we even know if there's pressure outside?"&nbsp; Wouldn't <em>that</em> be lovely. Open the hatch and breathe thin for a brief bit, or stay trapped in a small unheated room, waiting to freeze, starve AND suffocate. At that point, she might as well make the rounds, and get a leg over each of the others in turn. Go out with a bang.<br><br>So to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 00:48:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> everyone in general | Mai<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Lily was just along for the ride at this point. She opted to blend into the background and peer over an occasional shoulder. She saw the list of menus and maps but couldn't make out much from behind.&nbsp; She was intrigued that Mai seemed to be having some sort of breakthrough and remembering stuff. Lily's own medical training was coming back to her and she didn't exactly understand the high level knowledge of pharma-chemistry but the drugs they had been given were meant to relax them and lower anxiety during the initial launch acceleration. It had the side affect of temporary amnesia. There was more to it but she just couldn't remember at the moment. Stuff was happening, lights coming on and the door was getting pried open. YES! They were getting out of the sardine can.<br><br>Waiting to get out, she continued to linger back and wait for the others to move out into the hallways. She was intent on following them and being the shadow but her eyes had caught sight of the comms room on a map that flashed by while Sarah was looking at the AI stuff.<br><br>Lily spoke to Mai, <strong>"I saw a comms room listed on the map there."</strong> She pointed at the panel that Sarah had been working on. <br><br>Speaking in general to everyone she said, <strong>"Maybe we should go to the comms on the way to fix this situation?"</strong><br><br>Just now she realized that speaking up was not exactly being the shadow. She had better learn to keep her mouth shut and with those thoughts she quickly shrank back by literally taking a half step back and averting her eyes. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 00:49:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EVENT ONE:&nbsp; Thin Ice</strong></span> - III<br><br>On Zoey's tinkering she was able to reboot the environmental systems. It matched the reading from the logs. But it gave more detailed information about where the primary panels were located and one of them was clearly damaged causing a cascading failure in the system itself. There were redundant systems that would maintain minimal environmental controls but it was clear that these were not meant to keep crew alive. If all the controls failed and only the redundant systems were left, the crew was clearly considered expendable. <br><br>At least with light on the ship they could see where they were going.<br><br>The Scimitar Cybernetics AI was a high level AI system that was used all sorts of company functions. This version was a full model with all modifications installed and activated. Poking around in menus would reveal that the AI had full control of the ship right down to the piloting and comms. In fact this ship couldn't run without the AI...<br><br>Menus bringing up maps would reveal the actual hallways outside that curved around. There wasn't a lot to them. A small comms room that wasn't designed for people to use, just a few computers for recording ships logs and sending transmissions to Corporate Head Quarters directly (The Lunar Base). The maps revealed that there was a massive flight hangar, engineering rooms, crew storage-lockers, PODS, medical bay, and a mess hall. Some other rooms were on the ship but they were all logged as secure access only and were locked down so hard a team of crackers would take weeks to get them unlocked so anyone could get into them. Conspicuously there were not sleeping quarters and the word showers was a sub title next to the storage-lockers.<br><br>Brute strength found manual locks and applied force to get the doors open. Now they could see the hallway outside. Ciane had gained them freedom from the PODS room.<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Zkq6dNf.jpg)</div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 08:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags and ship coveralls<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube room<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>“Well I know what’s happened to out environmental systems. One of the primaries is down and didn’t switch to the redundant systems. We’ll need to do a little b&amp;e to get moving outside this room. The AI is down but rebooting. Hopefully it will be up soon as can do everything it can.” Zoey said with a thick New Orleans accent. She looked at the others with a wry grin. “Looks like we’re going to be at this for a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>15-06-2021, 16:23:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At the door<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zoey, Sarah, Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Got you...covered," Ciane grunted as the manual release finally tripped the hatch bolts. It was good to have some sort of light again. Not that she was 'afraid' of the dark in any traditional way, but seeing what you had to deal with was better than not seeing. And dark times were ambush times. Another intrusive thought.<br><br>"Good job." She gave Zoe and Pink-and-Purple an appraising grin as she put her shoulder to the hatch and shoved it groaningly open. Once the gap was wide enough for someone to pass through, she jerked back, waited a five count, then stuck her head out, low down, to scan the hallway. It was stupid, and she knew it- the Law wasn't going to transport them all this way just to have them jumped when they woke up. Not cost-effective, and it wouldn't get them their precious scrap. Old habits died hard, though, or you died before them.<br><br>"Fuck," she grumbled, looking out at flickering lights and condensate-streaked walls. "This bucket was any worse, they'd have to send another crew to salvage <em>us</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-06-2021, 00:23:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Checking the monitors<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Hearing the doctor or med-tech or whatever she was supposed to be mention a map, Sarah leaned over and quickly called up said map on a console.&nbsp; "Okay, well, looks like a lot of the rooms out there are locked down, of course," she remarked.&nbsp; "If we can get into the comms room we might as well see what we can manage there."&nbsp; She didn't have any illusions about their captors being willing to spend much money on fixing this crate, but if they wanted their garbage collected it looked like they'd have to do <em>something</em>.&nbsp; The big question was whether that something would happen in time to keep them all alive, or if they'd have to send another batch of convicts up right away.&nbsp; <em>Always more where we came from, right?</em><br><br>She turned as the Amazon yanked open the hatch and freed them to roam, returning the smile without thinking even though Sarah didn't really feel she'd done anything to earn even the other woman's offhanded praise.&nbsp; For the most part, she just felt like she was flailing, especially without any memories to speak of... though she was somehow convinced that no one had ever actually told her she'd done a good job before and she wasn't entirely sure how to respond.&nbsp; But with the door open and the simple map now memorized -- despite the vast blank that was her life Before, she was quite sure that she normally had a very good memory -- she at least felt a little more able to deal with the general situation.<br><br>"Huh.&nbsp; You know what isn't on that map?" she added, frowning.&nbsp; "No sleeping quarters listed.&nbsp; I hope we're not supposed to sleep in these things."&nbsp; She threw a glare at the nearest pod, recalling how deeply uncomfortable it had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 00:49:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS =&gt; Halls =&gt; M Deck entrance<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> everyone<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>The woman with the colorful hair said that there was no sleeping locations. Maybe they just needed another map, or perhaps they were in the halls? Lily decided she would sleep in the cockpit of one of the MagLev Jump Ships just like she did on all those overnight shifts as an EMT. '<br><br>Lily was remembering flashes of sleeping in the pilot's chair and the sound of the comms blasting her awake. She could picture flying through the streets with sirens wailing away then do a straight vertical shot a hundred stories up the side of a building. The EMT crew jumping out and putting some rich lady on a stretcher before they took her to some fancy high priced medical facility. One of those medical facilities where only the rich get service. <br><br>Then Lily remembered scraping some folks up off the pavement after they were run down by a bus but these people were from the down side and all they got was unceremoniously dropped off at the free clinic to wait in some dirty old hallway. Lily never did have time to stick around and wait to see what became of those people but she knew full well that it might as well been a drop off at the morgue. <br><br>The poor waited hours to get help at med clinics where the rich got luxury accommodations and a whole panel of medical professionals fawning over their every hangnail in the gleaming white halls of their hospitals. <br><br>She growled internally and the words sort of slipped out of her mouth, <strong>"Bunch of corpie bastards,"</strong> Lily said. She rolled with it. <strong>"If they don't give us a place to sleep we'll make our own."</strong><br><br>Whatever happened to staying in the background and being quiet as a mouse or something. It seemed that Lily couldn't make up her mind. Her memories were still a mess but she knew that as an EMT she had been waist deep in the druck of human society and it never stopped her. This place certainly wasn't going to beat her down on the first day. She marched out into the hallway. It felt like a pretty epic moment until she stepped out into the hallway and almost slipped from a puddle of condensation that had pooled up at the base of the wall. <br><br>Catching her balance Lily quipped, <strong>"Well this place sucks.... Whatever.&nbsp; Those maps made it all look small so I think the med bay and comms are just up around the corner. The bulk of this Hulk is empty space so exploring shouldn't take us too long."</strong><br><br>Lily marched over to the door marked M Deck and tapped the panel to open the door. The door slid to the side about four inches and screeched to a halt. She looked down and saw the grease and water pooled up at the base of the door.<br><br><strong>"I think the condensation is messing with the hydraulics."</strong><br><br>Wedging her shoulder in the opening of the M Deck doorway, Lily tried to pry the door open. The big woman had made it look easy. It was not and the door did not move at all. She could see it in though. <br><br><strong>"Hey, it looks like some sort of lounge or something."</strong><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/USddND3.jpg)</div><br><hr>((no GM post this time, continue to post as normal))
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 01:53:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At the door<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily, Zoey, Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br><em>"If they don't give us a place to sleep, we'll make our own"</em><br><br>"Hell, yeah. You got the idea." At least that one wasn't whining.&nbsp; "All sorts of ways to make a cozy nest." Ciane let her eyes wander back towards Zoey as she said the last, lingering on the dark beauty's&nbsp; form. A typical tech-head, she looked to still be trying to get the panel to tell her stuff, so she maybe didn't notice the inspection. If she did?&nbsp; Well,&nbsp; Ciane wasn't one to hide her thoughts or intentions.<br><br>The mention of a lounge improved her mood, though the chances that it had a stocked bar were somewhere between nil and <em>yeah right.</em> "Lemme see." Shouldering Lily out of the way- carefully; she had no intention of causing injuries, not without reason- she looked in through the jammed hatch. "Huh. Looks like we found our den, luvs. 'Angon." Bracing herself against the frame, she set palms and feet against the door, exhaled heavily, and pushed. Muscles knotted in her forearms, and the already tight uniform stretched and bound in uncomfortable places as she put her full strength into it-<br><br>Nothing. ""Fuck." Sighing, she eased off the pressure.&nbsp; "Feels as if the safeties engaged wit' the bloody thing half open. Gonna be a torch job to geh' attem." Easing back out, so as to not snag her coverall, she gave Lily a smirk and a shrug. "At least you lot are small enough to wriggle in. Gives you a place to hide from me."&nbsp; And she winked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 13:24:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODs<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Sarah<br><br><hr><em>”To PHI-828: A monument to corporate dedication to the value and sanctity of human life,” The Man said, handing Mai a drink and raising it in a toast. <br><br>“Didn’t your people help design it?” Mai asked as she took the cosmo made of actual Russian vodka made from actual wheat that grew from the actual ground.<br><br>“Please,” The Man said, with a scoff. “We designed many of the modular parts that made assembling a space station like that cheap and effective. Some other piece of shit designed it to be the way it is. You can blame me for a lot of stuff but not for that!” The pair clinked glasses and drank before there was an awkward silence. <br><br>“Thanks Mai,” The Man said, breaking the silence. “A lot of people realize what you’ve done for them by keeping quiet. They’re all going to owe you a favor. For now we can try to make your life easier while you’re up there. Colonel Xanatos has...” <br><br>Mai scoffed as she drank what was likely to be her last drink for eighteen months before she cut The Man off. “If you want to do me a real favor then stage a rescue mission.” </em><br><br>A shiver went through Mai that was counter to all the good news she was hearing. The Man was The Boy all grown up now. The one Mai was with when they were dumpster diving as children. They had gone from street rats to...whatever they were now. <br><br><em>Who the hell am I?</em><br><br>It was almost enough to make Mai ignore the fact that she had cut off The Man right before he explained whatever it was they did to make her life easier aboard this dilapidated tin can in space. At least she had a name. Xanatos. The Colonel’s name was Xanatos and he was on Luna. That was something. Although what she could do with it was another matter. <br><br>The sound of a door opening brought Mai back from the world of hazy memories and back to the dark and freezing world of reality. A reality where the hulking brute Punk Girl who said something weird about dim sum was the one who released her, and the other women, from the tiny room they woke up in. Best to keep away from that one...at least until Mai found whatever it was that was supposed to make her life easier. If it even existed. <br><br>Blonde Girl mentioned something about the comms relay room and while everyone else was trying to break into the lounge, or whatever it was, Mai decided that the comms room was as good of a place as any to start. She was about to go down there when something told her she could use some help. She wasn’t sure <em>why</em> but her gut also told her that she would need to get allies on this ship. Blonde Girl was getting a little too close to Punk Girl for Mai’s liking. Dark Girl was too busy doing real work with studying the other systems on the ship which left Crazy Hair Girl. Good enough for her. <br><br>“Hey,” Mai said to Crazy Hair Girl. “I’m Mai. I think I might have a way to make our lives easier but I’m going to need a hand. Want to come with?” She gave Crazy Hair Girl a smile that wasn’t even forced. The other woman <em>was</em> super cute after all. “I promise it will be more interesting that just sitting around waiting for things to reboot.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-06-2021, 22:10:30</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>“I have the panel’s location and reset commands.” Zoey said with a grin as she unhooked her cable from the terminal and reeled it back into the spool in her arm. She prodded her implants to get her terminal up and running. She watched her inner display as she watched her terminal boot up as she looked to the Amazon at the door. “Shall we see about getting the environmental systems up and running ma’am?” She asked with a wry smile as she slid thru the doorway, consulting her map of the ship she’s put on her internal memory. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 00:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Exploring the ship<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mai, Ciane, any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Seeing the med-tech slip, Sarah stepped out cautiously when it was her turn, glancing around the newly-revealed corridor with a sigh.&nbsp; It didn't bode well for the rest of the ship, to say the least, though at least the lounge wasn't completely closed off.&nbsp; The Amazon's comment about a place to hide got Sarah's attention, and she raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Well, at least she's up front about it, that's considerate," she murmured to herself, sighing again.&nbsp; Was the warning meant for everyone, she wondered, or was it only the ones being leered at that needed to worry, at least for the moment?&nbsp; Time would tell, she supposed.<br><br>Then one of the other inmates approached her and introduced herself -- an ordinary enough thing, though it seemed a little odd at the moment.&nbsp; Sarah had almost gotten used to not knowing anyone's name, just another surreal aspect of the whole bizarre situation.&nbsp; "I'm Sarah," she said.&nbsp; "Uh, well, I'm all for anything that might make life easier right now.&nbsp; Though if you can manage it, that'll be a pretty good trick," she added, doubtfully.&nbsp; "But sure, yeah, might as well give it a try."&nbsp; She returned the smile, genuinely enough, though also a little awkwardly, as though smiling wasn't entirely familiar to her.&nbsp; "Lead on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>19-06-2021, 00:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> PODS =&gt; Halls =&gt; M Deck entrance<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> everyone | specifically mentioning Ciane &amp; Zoey<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Ciane had gently nudged past to try and open the heavy doors to M Deck and even she couldn't open this door. That woman's muscles looked like they were going to tear through her tight clothing while she strained and tried to open it. Hey, maybe Lily wasn't that weak after all! She must be in semi good form given that she was used to picking up stretchers with large men on them and hauling their oversized backsides into the ambulances. Lily had allowed herself to get distracted with those thoughts while trying to remember details of her life before and how exactly she ended up in this place. Lily hadn't noticed that Ciane was very close now. <br><br>Ciane smirked and shrugged at her. "At least you lot are small enough to wriggle in. Gives you a place to hide from me."&nbsp; And &lt;Ciane&gt; winked. <br><br>Should she be hiding? What if she didn't want to hide? What was she thinking? Lily opted not to give those thoughts voice as she stared for a moment wide eyed at the larger woman. <br><br>Sarah, the one that was rebooting the AI and getting the lights back up on the ship said to Ciane. “Shall we see about getting the environmental systems up and running ma’am?” <br><br>Lily spoke up to no one but everyone before they all started breaking off into groups. <strong>"I'm going to the hangar to get some tools. They probably have personal comms for short range communications somewhere with the work supplies and tools. I'll be right back. You guys are probably going to need them to fix the environment controls. Maybe they'll help with that door hatch as well. I'll meet you at the Environmental Controls."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>20-06-2021, 02:48:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> At the door<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Ciane listened to the others plan, and nodded to herself. let the Tech types tech, and let Princess...call her mum, or whatever.&nbsp; "I'll tag on," she said to Lily, when she announced she was going to look for tools. "It's odds-on we'll run into other buggered hatches or whatall, and I don't fancy breakin' me arse trying to force them all." Besides, it'd be good to get an idea of what kind of shape the hull and physical systems were in, electronics aside, to see if they could actually do the job they were sentenced to do.<br><br>Second aside:&nbsp; the right tool could make a good weapon, if it came to it. Not that she really expected to need weapons, really- but that was exactly when you ended up needing one, when you were happy and stupid and feeling safe.<br><br>Besides the asides- "That'd be where the pressure suits are, too, ey?," she grunted. "Assumin' there are any. If there ahn't, or none of 'em fit, we're well and truly done up before we even start." It seemed unlikely there'd be one that would fit her Amazonian build, but that was just fine by her. She'd be overjoyed to have an excuse to stay inboard in the (relatively) warm and pressurized air while the others went out and wrestled with bits of junk, pushing a button or making a log entry from time to time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 03:17:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Comms Array<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah<br><br><hr>An ally! Well, sort of. Truth be told, the social dynamics of a space hulk populated by five criminal women with no memories was a mystery for her. Someone should really do a study. Regardless, Mai knew she needed an assistant and someone to talk to. “Hi Sarah,” she said. “Okay if this map is correct it will be right...here.” Unlike the ‘lounge’ this door slid open with ease. <br><br>“Interesting,” Mai said. She looked at the panel, which simply reported about the link to the Lunar base, and the housing. “This is a pretty simple Avasarala transmitter/receiver very high frequency array. This thing is capable of receiving and sending data at 1 terabyte a second if properly lined up to the right satellite network.” How the fuck she knew any of that was anyone’s guess. Speaking of which… “Help me take a look around. Usually with simple stuff like this, crews will just have a group of tools nearby for convenience. Something that is holding a screwdriver, plier, stripper, and, if we’re lucky, a measuring device. But even if we don’t I think we can improvise.” <br><br>Mai pulled her flimsy coveralls up on her shoulder. Fucking thing was just a bit too loose. Maybe she had lost weight on her trip here. “You look on that side of the room, I'll look at this side.” They looked around for a bit before she spoke again. “So Sarah, what are you in for if you don’t mind me asking?” She popped open a panel that simply snapped shut to peer inside. “Me, I’m a madam for a whore house. Or I was. Apparently that’s illegal in Singapore.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 14:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Exploring the ship<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mai<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>She nodded, a little absently, as Mai spoke about the transmitter.&nbsp; The words all felt familiar and correct, though they didn't seem to prompt a great deal of deeper knowledge, and again she had the feeling of knowing a little about a lot of things -- which so far hadn't really been all that useful, unfortunately.&nbsp; But maybe things would change, and if nothing else they'd all at least get more used to the way things were.&nbsp; They had 18 months, after all, which might just be the rest of their lives.&nbsp; <em>Apparently you're a cynic, Sarah,</em> she thought, smothering a sigh as she joined her new acquaintance in the search for tools.<br><br><em>"So Sarah, what are you in for if you don’t mind me asking?"</em>&nbsp; It was a question she never thought she'd hear directed at her, or at least she was pretty sure she'd never thought that, and at first she didn't know what to say.&nbsp; And Mai's own answer to the question, probably meant to reassure Sarah that there was nothing to be embarrassed about as a convict surrounded by convicts, didn't entirely help.&nbsp; She still felt like she was in a movie -- and not a silly but safe comedy, either.&nbsp; "Um.&nbsp; Some sort of fraud.&nbsp; Embezzlement.&nbsp; That's probably illegal everywhere," she added wryly.&nbsp; "But the company had more money than they could even keep track of, so..."&nbsp; She trailed off, awkwardly, not quite comfortable with the justification even though at one point it had apparently been enough for her.<br><br>Her search had continued while she spoke, and as her voice faded away she managed to pry open a panel that was slightly stuck.&nbsp; A canvas pouch inside shifted, and the distinctive clink of metal on metal sounded in the small room.&nbsp; "Ah, that sounds promising," she said, opening it as she picked it up to reveal a small cache of tools much as Mai had described.&nbsp; Should she ask Mai something else, help keep the conversation going?&nbsp; She wasn't good at this chit chat stuff, it seemed, though at least she had some clue what to do with the tools and pulled out a screwdriver to get the main panel open.&nbsp; Offering the pouch out to Mai, she added, "Um, so you seem like you're remembering some things," she ventured, a little enviously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>23-06-2021, 05:10:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Comms Array<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah<br><br><hr>Sarah looked a little uncomfortable at the question and, now that Mai thought about it, maybe it wasn’t exactly the best question to go with. But for fuck’s sake they were a bunch of convicts on a space ship in the middle of nowhere with little to no memory. What <em>else</em> did they have to talk about? Regardless of her comfort, Sarah answered the question: embezzlement and…<br><br><em>The Security Guy pulled the strap on The Traitor until she was secured tightly on the fancy chair. The Traitor (https://i.imgur.com/vBTF1lg.png)'s eyes were burning at an incredible intensity. Mai (https://i.imgur.com/WFV5PwE.png) sighed as she sat down across from her. “'Your eyes are full of hate, Forty One,”&nbsp; Mai said, quoting from one of their shared favorite films hoping that it would ease the tension. Silence. “'That's good. Hate keeps a woman alive. It gives her strength.'" <br><br>“If you’re trying to make me feel guilty?” The Traitor said, keeping that hate. “Then you can go fuck yourself now and save yourself the trouble.” <br><br>“There aren’t a lot of rules to The Game,” Mai said as if The Traitor hadn’t spoken. “But you have to know that whether it was one percent, ten percent, or a hundred percent I had to do something.” The Traitor was silent. “Come on. We’ve been together…” <br><br>A slap went across the cheek so hard the noise rang in Mai’s ears. She suppressed a flinch as she saw The Protege (https://i.imgur.com/5WffWDv.jpg), a girl who looked barely out of high school if that, smiling gleefully as The Traitor cried out in pain. “You’re too gentle on her, Mistress” The Protege said. “Just leave her with me. I’ll make sure she tells us what we need to know.” <br><br>“I told you where the money is,” The Traitor said.<br><br>“You didn’t do this by yourself,” Mai said. “Just tell us who you did it for…” Mai didn’t even notice The Protege take out the Wingman revolver until she had it pointed at The Traitor. “Zhao! What…”<br><br>The Traitor laughed. “What is this? Good Cop and Stupid Cop? If you think I…” <br><br>BANG!!!!</em><br><br>“...So you seem like you're remembering some things," Sarah said.<br><br>“<strong>Nǐtā mā de zuòle shénme?!</strong>” Mai shouted, her face twisted in shock and anger. In a moment she was back onboard PHI-828 and looking at a girl with colorful hair holding a pouch of tools out at her. "Sorry," she said in English. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples for a moment before she tried to focus on her task. <br><br>“I am remembering stuff but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I don’t know about you but I’m starting to think that there were some parts of my life I’d rather forget.” On some level, Mai didn’t just think that. She <em>knew</em> that. Mai got on her knees next to Sarah. There wasn’t much light in there but she lucked out because there was a little flashlight in the small toolkit. How nice of them. Was this one of the ‘surprises’ her benefactors had left for her? Or was it just good luck? “Just hold this for me, would you? Shine it in there.” Mai moved her hands around and saw that the comm array had been modified. She started looking at the various wires and chips as Sarah shined light in. <br><br>“The Branom induced amnesia can last a good long while. Even with a reversal not all memories are guaranteed to come back. On the other hand, for some people just being exposed to the right stimuli can bring memories back in bits and pieces based on that stimuli. Get tossed a ball you might remember a football game you once went to, things like that. It's also not controllable or planned for. It just happens, without warning.” Mai examined the sender portion of the array. “Well they gutted the sender portion of the array and did it well. The outgoing traffic is limited and hardwired to a certain number of presets. I don’t know if I can fix it.” Of course knowing exactly she did and didn’t know about comm technology would have helped her diagnose the problem better. <br><br>“Of course, the effectiveness of memory returning can vary wildly from person-to-person…” <em>And if you have the right training beforehand it can return quickly and with a better success rate.</em> Mai thought that last part but decided not to say it out loud. “I guess I’m the ‘lucky’ one of the gang.” She looked at the receiver portion of the array. “Can you shine the light this way? Let’s take a look at this receiver.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 00:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> M Deck entrance =&gt; moving to the Hangar<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>The big one said that she'd go with Lily after stating that she would like to find some tools to help with opening these doors. Lily gave her a little smile and nod attempting to be friendly and all the while taking into consideration that she had no idea what this person was in prison for! She certainly looked capable of causing bodily harm but at least she could lift anything heavy if they ran into difficulty.<br><br><em>"That'd be where the pressure suits are, too, ey?," &lt;Ciane&gt; grunted. "Assumin' there are any. If there ahn't, or none of 'em fit, we're well and truly done up before we even start.</em>"<br><br>Lily replied, <strong>"Yes, of course. They knew who was coming on board, all the equipment should be full stocked. I just hope the field holding the atmosphere in place in the hangar is still intact. Those things are way complicated and very delicate. It's just meant to hold atmosphere inside. It doesn't exactly block out large moving objects since that would keep us from getting in and out... Have you ever seen one?"</strong> Lily had no idea this woman's personal history or what she had seen or not seen before.<br><br>Lily led the little two person party forward, stopping to bring up the map on another panel and letting Ciane see it if she wanted to. Since power was back on they took a set of stairs to a place with an elevator and another set of emergency stairs.<br><br><strong>"Let's take the stairs, It's only maybe a hundred feet down. I don't trust the power in the elevator yet until the others get it all working,"</strong> Lily stated before she hit the stairs. She didn't wait to see if Ciane followed because one way or the other there was few places to go from here and they all pretty much led down to the hangar area. <br><br>Reaching the bottom of the stairs came up against another door but thankfully they were in the equipment room. Another set of lockers lined the walls, along with showers. There was enough here for a hundred people to each have a locker. It looked a lot like any locker room you'd find anywhere in the world over the last hundred years. Metal lockers, metal bench in a row, and wide open public showers.<br><br><strong>"Looks like we found the showers,"</strong> Lily pointed. At the opposite end was a wire mesh door and the obvious tool room. It was a large area easily as big as the lockers with another set of doors in it that led out to what they could assume was the hangars. Some of the tools were so big they had wheels. <strong>"I bet those are to attach to the transports for operations outside."</strong> She half said it to herself and nodded in awe of things.<br><br>A female voice crackled unintelligibly over the comms emanating from the ceiling and a nearby door panel.<br><br>Lily involuntarily jolted to the side and crashed into the lockers as she raised hands to ward off whatever it was.<br><br><strong>"Holy shit that scared the crap out of me. Guess the AI is starting to come online?"</strong> She didn't know why she was asking the big woman with her but anything seemed like a good thing to say right now. Given that she needed a breath to calm her racing heart. She tugged at her track suit&nbsp; as if to straighten it out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 02:12:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Comms array<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mai<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Much to her surprise, Sarah's offering of the tools to the other woman was met first with a momentary blank look, and then an explosion of angry Mandarin.&nbsp; The tool kit nearly fell from her hand, and she had to juggle it for a moment to get it settled safely again.&nbsp; "Okay, no need to swear," she said, in what she hoped was a neutral tone.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure what Mai had said, but she knew there had been profanity in there somewhere.&nbsp; Maybe it was better not to remember things, she decided, and began to try to focus on forgetting instead.&nbsp; There was enough in the present day to be upset about without dredging up all the bad stuff from the past.<br><br>At least Mai seemed to calm down quickly as they settled into work.&nbsp; Any lingering nerves seemed to go into talking, as she explained about the amnesia, which was at least useful information, if not very reassuring.&nbsp; Even with Sarah's new resolve to forget, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it might be better to remember after all, if only so she had a better idea of what to regret.&nbsp; The decision seemed out of her hands in any case, so probably it was best just to hope for no sudden, bad flashbacks like Mai seemed to have had.<br><br>Sarah nodded absently as her companion spoke about the array, again feeling flashes of familiarity with the tech that had been lacking with the talk about the Branom-induced amnesia.&nbsp; Clearly she hadn't been expecting to get caught, she thought dryly, or she might have researched that sort of thing a little more.&nbsp; But hardware seemed more in her line, and she shone the light around to the next stop obediently.&nbsp; "Huh, the receiver doesn't look in any better shape, does it?&nbsp; That's been pretty stripped down, too, with just a few presets.&nbsp; Which... seems a little odd, actually.&nbsp; I mean, obviously on a prison ship it's safer to limit transmissions, just in case, but why bother with doing the same thing for receiving?&nbsp; I'm guessing we won't have time for a lot of binge-watching."<br><br>If she'd had any more to say on that subject, however, it was quickly cut off by the sudden, jolting sound of an incomprehensible voice crackling over various speakers.&nbsp; Once more she found herself scrambling, this time to keep hold of the light, and she let out a breath as she felt her heart rate start to slow back down to more normal levels.&nbsp; "Oof.&nbsp; Do you suppose that's someone's way of telling us that we aren't supposed to be poking around in here?" she asked, wryly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>24-06-2021, 13:55:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Out and about<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Smart girl." Ciane approved. Lights or no lights, God knew what else was wrong with the old bucket, and getting stuck in an elevator, even with a cute little piece like Lily, would not make for a good day. Even worse would be for it to decide to take a dive- a hundred foot fall would kill quite nicely, thank you. It was good to know she wasn't in a kipper can full of morons. Even that Mai slit seemed to have a brain, when she stopped to use it. For all her brutish persona, Ciane was no dummy, and for sure she wasn't stupid enough to ignore good advice when she heard it.<br><br><em>Ain't that what got you in this mess, luv? Listening to folks what you thought knew what they were about?<br></em><br>Another odd, random though. Probably hunger pangs. 'Sides, after howeverthefuck long in suspension, she needed to move.&nbsp; So they walked.<br><br>The common locker room was huge, clearly intended for a crew ten times or more the number they had on board. That got the big woman wondering what the ship had been used for before being turned over to the Salvage Service and made a prison hulk. Troop carrier, maybe? That would mean actual weapons lockers somewhere. Out of boredom as much as aught else, she tried the panels on a couple of the lockers, finding them to be mostly unlocked and empty, then started to move towards the tools cage.&nbsp; Something was nagging at her, though.<br><br>"Why so many lockers, and so few pods?", she started to ask, when the tannoy came on overhead and blurted out something incomprehensible. A crash came from one side, and she spun in place like a cat to see Lily, shaken, up against a wall.&nbsp; She looked cute, and Ciane grinned. "Maybe the Picadilly tube's late. Usually is," she quipped in reply to the girl's theory about the source of the voice.<br><br>"Scare easy, then, do ya?," she teased, taking a couple of steps in that direction. Not with any real ill intent; again, mostly she was bored.&nbsp; And the bird <em>did</em> look adorable huddled up like that...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>25-06-2021, 01:54:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> M Deck entrance =&gt; moving to the Hangar<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Lily laughed a little at the comment about her being scared. <strong>"I mean... How often do you end up adrift in space on a prison ship of death?"</strong> She chuckled. <strong>"I swear this has the makings of a horror movie. I freely admit that if the lights go out again, there is a small chance I might cry like a baby. I'm not even ashamed of it and I don't know if it will be fear or frustration. There is also the distinct likelihood of a very girly scream to accompany it. I will not even be offended if you laugh at it."</strong>&nbsp; At this point Lily's heart had stopped beating so fast and she was amused at herself for jumping. She had always been a sucker for the jump scare in horror movies. And she just realized that was another thing she remembered about herself.<br><br>This time Lily made it to the cage like door that had the room full of tools behind it as she talked. The door was open and she walked in. Some tools hung on the walls, other in belts or beside them. Some were in locked cages with lock panels beside them. Those panels flickered like the rest and displayed a reboot sequence as well. The keypad was lit up and looked functioning. The room was large like the lockers and had cupboards and shelves and tools were stuffed into every location. The larger tools were on some type of trolleys ready to be taken out and attached to the shuttles.&nbsp; She walked past the tools and opened the door on the other side of the room. It hissed with a pressure release as it opened up with no issues. The doors slid open wide to reveal a massive hangar with scavenger shuttles inside of it. There were other sort of compartments to the hangars that led out to the main section with the opening in it.<br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/m3dx11h.jpg)</div><strong>"Found the tools and shuttles,"</strong> Lily grinned. <strong>"Just like I thought, they are exactly like the air ambulance service. They aren't fancy but they are built like tanks."</strong> She looked back over her shoulder to Ciane. <strong>"You asked what the Hulks were before. I'm not sure but I have a memory that they were originally built to transport supplies to the colonies. I think most of them were disassembled at site. I remember something about a major accident and that's why we are collecting debris. Or space junk or whatever."</strong> She shrugged. <strong>"I don't remember any details."</strong><br><br>Lily just leaned in the doorway to the hangar as she watched Ciane. <strong>"So what are you in for? Prison that is. ... I was protesting or organizing protests or some shit. Do you remember much yet?"</strong> She scuffed a toe against the floor and tried to look as casual as she could. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>29-06-2021, 00:32:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EVENT ONE:&nbsp; Thin Ice</strong></span> - III<br><br>The reboot sequence finished initializing the artificial intelligence and at once most of the panels on the ship lit up in something approaching normal. A clear female voice with a slightly British accent echoed throughout the whole of the ship.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>3... 2... 1...<br><br>"All systems online. Please be advised that there is damage to several systems. All repair manuals can be found at any panel. Immediately consult the instructions and equipment lists. Do not be alarmed, the ship has been equipped with self diagnostic tools and self repair kits. Please follow instructions precisely."</strong></span><br><br>At the same time the ship's AI launched into it's short info dump things changed in the comms room. The hub where Sarah and Mai were began to display all readings and connections. The system was fully operational. Unfortunately, the communications was a dedicated one way channel. The Lunar base was able to communicate with the ship but no transmission settings allowed for outbound transmission. <br><br>A separate monitor displayed a list that indicated some messages had been left and were waiting for various crew members.<br><br>On another display there were archives. Sarah may or may not recognize some of the formatting for the security logs. As with all company message logs there was an encrypted file that stored every message ever sent or received from this ship. If her memory could conjure up any information she might think it was impossible but the name of a certain executive was on the list of people authorized to unlock the files. The executive was the same one that Sarah had stole the password from. But with memories being the way they were, there was no way of telling if she was ready to remember that vital piece of information.<br><br>In another part of the ship the environmental systems were in need of reprogramming before they could be brought back online. The actual mechanicals of the environmental systems needed major repairs. It was a miracle the whole system had not collapsed yet. Zoey was alone at the system was the only one that knew the ship was most likely surviving based on whatever warmth and air was still trapped inside of it. There was about to be a major cascading failure if they didn't get it fixed soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 03:07:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube &amp; Hallway<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Zoey opened a menu and scrolled thru the options as she stopped by the tool cabinet and pulled out a tool bag&nbsp; to work with as she listened to the AI come online. She read thru the manuals as she walked to the environmental sysytems panel and started working according to the data dump. She hummed a jazz song that she couldn’t recall the name for as she muttered the lyrics in street creole. <br><br>“So, tell me ‘Hal’, what does the diagnostics tell me about the environmental systems?” She asked as she set about work8ng on stopping the successive failures and getting them restarted before the heat dropped too low. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 17:20:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Wandering about, thinking dark thoughts<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily<br><hr><br>Before Ciane could decide whether she really wanted to make a move on Lily or not, the skittish girl had recovered. So instead, she enjoyed the rear view- what there was of it, in the mostly shapeless prisoner coveralls- as they moved deeper into the working areas of the mammoth ship, marking for herself the location of various useful items. Clothes would come off at some point. She wasn't going without a good romp for the entire length of her sentence, for damn sure. She didn't really care who it was with.<br><br>Then Lily asked <strong>the</strong> question, the dumbass wanna-get-killed question, and Cane could feel herself flare up inside, for no reason she could really name. "You don't ask that," she growled, wondering why it was such a big thing to her. "You <em>never </em>ask that." How did she know that her own self?&nbsp; The obvious answer was: this wasn't her first prison sentence. Which probably wasn't a surprise. And it would explain the darkly shaded ink across her chest and, she had noticed while squirming to get dressed, her back.<br><br>But this wasn't some dirtside prison yard, where the worst that could happen was you got put in solitary. Here, a conflict over dumb honor shit could get them all killed, and that was no part of Ciane's hazy plans for the future.<br><br>"Sorry, luv," she grumbled, unclenching her big hands and taking a deep breath.&nbsp; "It's just...sorta like asking about someone's life in the bedroom, you know? Not done, if you don't know them right well. One thing if they volunteer it, different." Slowly, she shrugged. "But since it's out there, now- seems I killed a few folk."<br><br>With a cinematic sense of timing, the tannoy barked again, this time in real words, mostly bad news. "'Damage to several systems' my arse," the burly con snorted. "Fock me, however many million pound to put this junk out here, an' the damn thing can't tell us WHAT systems. Bloody brill." Flashing a quick grin at Lil, she added, "We'd best get back with the others. The black girl seemed to know what she was about. I can use a wrench and a torch, but I know fockall about spaceships.&nbsp; Best grab whatever we can carry in the way of kit on the way back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>02-07-2021, 03:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Comms Array<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah<br><br><hr>Crazy Haired Girl… no Sarah seemed to know some stuff when it came to comms. But not <em>quite</em> as much as Mai. She was about to point out the gaps in the other woman’s knowledge when suddenly the station sputtered to life. A voice gave them good news and bad news. Systems were back online but they had taken a beating and needed to be repaired. It was a shame that all Mai knew about was fixing comms...although how she got good at fixing comms while a whore house madam and doing <em>other</em> stuff was another question. Along with what that <em>other</em> stuff exactly entailed. <br><br>The other good news was that the comm room came alive and finally gave them some information that didn’t require them to poke around in dark panels. The bad news was that their initial diagnosis was correct: They could get a limited amount of incoming messages and <em>no</em> outgoing ones. “Fucking hell,” Mai said, scowling. “I think we might be able to get around some of the restrictions to incoming broadcasts but…” She was about to mention that they had more important things to worry about when something very interesting came up as an option on one of the AR menus. <br><br>“Oh so they have the archive of the message log for PHI-828. Well well well,” Mai said. “Let’s see if they made a mistake.” They didn’t. The files were locked up tight to unauthorized users. “Shit. Oh well. I think now that we have a shot at fixing this damned thing we can come back to this later. Just…” She paused. “That big punk girl. You best talk to her. I don’t think she likes me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-07-2021, 19:05:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Comms array<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mai<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Well, that was... vague," Sarah muttered in response to the AI's latest announcement.&nbsp; It might be possible to get more specific information, but for now it seemed as though the AI, like the other systems, wasn't exactly in great working order and was primarily relying on generic, preprogrammed updates.&nbsp; That was probably something best left to the techy girl, however, and Sarah turned her attention back to the comms for the moment, since they were definitely coming back to life.<br><br>"Big punk girl," she echoed, thinking that she'd really have to start learning more names.&nbsp; "Uh, sure.&nbsp; I can try.&nbsp; I'd rather not talk to her <em>alone</em>, but I can try," she added.<br><br>"Wait, what was -- " she broke off, blinking in surprise as she leaned closer to the readout.&nbsp; "Scroll back," she said, urgently, her blue eyes searching the screen for whatever it was that had come so painfully close to triggering a memory.&nbsp; Then she saw it -- a name that finally, truly rang a bell, or at least seemed to, since she still wasn't entirely sure she could trust anything about her memory anymore.&nbsp; <em>Tamura, Erik</em>.&nbsp; She stared at it, forgetting her earlier doubts and putting all her willpower into trying to remember.&nbsp; Tamura, the ambitious mid-level exec who had -- however inadvertently -- been her accomplice.&nbsp; Had he managed to avoid being caught?&nbsp; If they'd found out about his carelessness, he would have been fired at the very least, but if his name was still there...&nbsp; She must have held his name back.&nbsp; Good to realize that she'd been trying to plan ahead, at least.<br><br>"I know that name.&nbsp; I know that <em>password</em>," she blurted out.&nbsp; "He has access!"&nbsp; Then she sighed, running a hand through her hair and mussing it up even further.&nbsp; "If I could just remember..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 01:10:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it, 2 tool belts with pouches full of misc. tools<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hangar &amp; Tools<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>When Ciane put her in check over not asking people about their prison sentences, Lily almost laughed. Real life was nothing like a movie. Would anyone seriously get upset over asking about prison sentences? Lily had thought about it, but she considered that there was no way that was legit, what else were people supposed to talk about while locked in a building with strangers for years. Every conversation had to start someplace, right? That's when Ciane finished her sentence... <em>"seems I killed a few folk."</em>&nbsp; At the moment those words came out, Lily's back was turned to the larger woman and she was bent over scooping up a couple remote panel tablets for their computer friend. Lily paused in that position and was unsure if she wanted to look over her shoulder or not. If death was about to come she didn't want to know. Standing up straight she held up the tablet but didn't get a chance to get the words out about her find as the AI's voice informed them that it was online and giving them a brief report. <br><br>Lily turned to Ciane no longer thinking about the previous conversation. <strong>"Shit, you're right. We got to get this equipment back quickly,"</strong> Lily said. <strong>"Grab a tool belt,"</strong> she said as she strapped one on herself and slung another over her shoulder. <strong>"Oh and take that kit over there and I'll grab this one."</strong> She realized she was giving orders and swallowed a little. <strong>"Um, I think I saw a portable torch back by the exit."</strong> The last sentence came out a little less bossy and more like a meek observation. She was really going to have to make up her mind at some point about whether she was strong willed or timid. In her defense, she had just been told that large woman she was with was a murderer. <br><br>Making her way back as fast as she could, Lily headed to the stairs and climbed them as fast as she could. Feeling pretty good she was taking most of the stairs two at a time even with the extra weight of the belts and a big case of random tools in hand. She had stashed the tablet in the tool box she was carrying. <br><br><strong>"I think something else is going on,"</strong> Lily said, surprisingly not out of breath as they went up the stairs. <strong>"I got this gut feeling like there is so much more to the story. These Hulks are drone controlled remotely they don't normally hit stuff or get damaged because they are huge and sturdy. PHI-828 is designed to pick up debris not run into it."</strong> <br><br>The ship snapped and cracked with those strained noises from earlier and a set of pipes ruptured along a wall behind them, spraying some sort of steam and sparks. Lily quickened her pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>05-07-2021, 01:40:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EVENT ONE:&nbsp; Thin Ice</strong></span> - III b<br><br>As Zoey worked on the panel, the AI replied directly to her through the panel she was working on. It set up files with displayed maps of the damaged systems. Each system had a set of files with manuals to tell her how they needed to be repaired. The AI also prioritized them for Zoey, there was dozens of systems in need of repair but most could wait and were not critical in any capacity. The focus was on the environmental controls first and second referred to a engineering issue with the maneuvering thrusters, but they were in the back of the ship behind locked doors and sealed panels registered as inaccessible to inmates.<br><br><hr><br>Mai and Sarah in the comms room were experiencing their own set of frustrations as the had found the logs but Sarah was for the moment unable to remember the password. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Info for Mai if she digs further</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fiddling around and digging through systems may result in Mai finding the hidden messages for herself about stashed supplies with instructions on how to find them. It's much more then she might have anticipated, it includes a large supply of luxury treats - wine, chocolates, and spices to make the bland ready to eat meals they will have onboard taste a little better.&nbsp; There is also a hidden locked briefcase that he wants Mai to get to a contact at the Mars Colony when they make it that far. It tells her that Officers will board the ship for an inspection before they are to be routinely sent on their way and she's to give it to him. A large payment will be made to her when she gets off the ship at the end of the journey.<br><br>A more cynical individual might assume that she had been put on that ship to make this delivery. But if that were the case that would mean that she had been set up by the person that was helping her? Or if her memory came back further maybe she had planned on doing this in the first place? <br></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Info for Sarah if she remembers the password</div><div class="spoiler_body">The message logs from the exec wouldn't amount to much. He was no one with any great connections, instead he had just overseen a division that did some work on a part of the ship. Some new tech installations or something along those lines. Were they critical? Who could tell at this point, it was mostly tech gibberish but the cost overruns were enormous and a lot of it had been prototype and beta testing.<br><br>What his password would unlock however would be access to records going all the way back to the building of the ship. A brief history on the PHI model ships and the HULKS. Originally built to transport large shipments to the new colony on Mars they had mostly be scrapped and scavenged to help build or expand the colony. They were later turned into salvage ships designed to hold prisoners. This is where the information got more detailed. Theoretically any of these large PHI class ships could hold hundreds, maybe thousands of prisoners. Alternatively the messages indicated that behind the sealed off panels there were small prison like cells but they were prison cells on this ship, they were barracks for hundreds of troops. PHI-828 was built to transport assault troops in the event that the corporation needed to squash any unionized rebellion on the Mars colony. The plan had been scrapped and all the units, hallways, troop accommodation rooms were sealed off but very easy to access if you knew where they were. All the maps and schematics for the ships original design were in the messages, including but not limited to an actual command station to pilot the PHI-828 that was sealed off as well.<br><br>An industrious sort of person with the right talents might be able to theoretically turn off the drone pilot and take command of this ship.<br></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-07-2021, 02:05:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube &amp; Hallway<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>“SHow me the panel’s output,” She said with a smile as she worked thru the panel. She could see the system come online, particularly noting the system status updating. “AI, did the logs show the cause of the system failure?” She asked as she finished up the repairs on the panel and looked at the diagnostic display going into the greens. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>06-07-2021, 21:43:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Make, mend, and murder on her mind.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily, then Zoe<br><br><hr><br>Cinae smirked at Lily's back, amused by the sudden set of the smaller woman's shoulders in reaction to her blunt admission. <em>Don't ask the questions you don't want the answers to, luv.</em> A little fear was a good thing- it would do in place of respect, at least for now. And it was quite a spice in the rack, too.<br><br>Again, she got over it in a hurry, which Ciane kind of respected herself. Everyone got scared- she was no different- the issue was showing it or not, and getting on with business despite it. Little Lil kind of failed at the first, but got high marks on the second.<br><br>Nor was she stupid. Clearly, there was some unanticipated shite going on with the hulk. "No point in sending us up here to just 'ave us get done in," she said with a nod. "Cheaper to do it at home."&nbsp; Grabbing an armload of tools- and the torch- she left a heavy shipfitter's torque wrench on top of the pile. It would make a handy club, ir one were needed. Wouldn't do the calibration of the thing much good, but it would be worse for whatever she hit with it. Even with her load, the steps were no issue at all; if anything, the brisk walk brought back memories of running, carrying far more on her back. A soldier, then, had she been?&nbsp; Seemed right to her body, but wrong to her brain- what would a professional have done to get herself locked up outside atmo?<br><br>A bit of fear stabbed her own guts as, just when they'd reached the top of the gangway, a shudder ran through the frame of the ship, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of metal tearing somewhere not close, but still rather too. "Tha's not right at all," she grated. "Don't need to be a genius to know that ain't a healthy song."<br><br>Around the bend in the corridor, they found the lovely black girl fixated on one of the panels, trying to get it to say something useful. Th'fock's going on?," she demanded. "Sounds like the bloody can's tearing itself apart."&nbsp; Dumping the tools, she started sorting them- but kept the wrench.&nbsp; "I can cut, weld, and be general dogsbody, but I need someone ta tell me wha' to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-07-2021, 03:54:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube &amp; Hallway<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>“I’d say that we’d be best served tending the the atmospheric units, just following the screen’s instructions.” Zoey said, her Cajun accent going thick as she noticed the taller woman’s approach. She grinned broadly as she took in the taller woman, who stood a head taller than her, she was a definite looker in her own way. There was a feral intensity in her bearing that called to Zoey. But she didn’t let her interest show in her bearing. <br><br>“The system’s are coming back online, but the AI needs to have more of the atmospheric systems back up.” She said with her thick accented voice. “Mah name is Zoey by the way.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>08-07-2021, 00:16:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it, 2 tool belts with pouches full of misc. tools<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hangar &amp; Tools<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane | Zoey<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>The pair took those stairs with their load of tools like experienced mountain climbers. Lily could remember her training now, it was all coming back to her. She remembered doing fire fighter drills and carrying dummies up and down ladders, dead lifting loaded stretchers, and dragging large coils of ropes. She smiled a little with the fun memories. She shared the smile for Ciane to see for a moment as they ran along. That was about the time that loud noise hit the pair of them and rumbled through the ship. Ciane expressed her deep concern for the situation and Lily took that as her queue to double time it so she wasn't slowing the bigger woman down.<br><br>They finally rounded the bend and came on Zoey doing her thing. Ciane told her Zoey what she could do but all Lily could do was shrug and hand over the toolbox with the tablet in it to Zoey.<br><br>Lily said, <strong>"I don't know how I can help but I'm pretty good at following directions and I know a few basics about onboard diagnostics. At least how to read them anyways. We do some of our own maintenance on the mag lev ambulances but nothing beyond cleaning and changing oil if you know what I mean."</strong><br><br>Zoey was mostly addressing Ciane but Lily interjected anyways, <strong>"Hi Zoey."</strong>&nbsp; Lily pointed over at the schematics on Zoey's panel. <strong>"I think we have a couple of those parts in the tool kit. I think they are for the flow of the current. I can change those out if Ciane can cut open the hatch for us to get into it. But we'll have to take the system offline temporarily again and you'll have to do your techno wizardry to bring it back online or we'll probably lose what little oxygen we have left.&nbsp; I'm game if you both are?"</strong> Lily looked back and forth between Ciane and Zoey.<strong> "I should mention. I've never done anything like this before. But I've saw the mechanics do it when they needed to swap the electro magnets. It can't be that hard can it?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>08-07-2021, 02:22:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gruntwork<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily,&nbsp; Zoe<br><br><hr><br><br>"Not cutting shite unless we absolutely have to," Ciane insisted.&nbsp; "No fockin' clue what else's behind the panels."&nbsp; Grinning, she lifted the large wrench, flexed her wrist a few times. "Why I brought this beauty along with."&nbsp; OK, it wasn't, entirely- she figured it might be useful, but her main use she'd thought would be cracking heads. Now, though, she might actually have a chance to be a by-God hero, putting her brawn to good works.<br><br>"Aight. Atmo. Point me at the first panel. I get the cunt open, then you can diddle away at her."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-07-2021, 02:56:05</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube &amp; Hallway<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>“That’s the ‘tude to have.” Zoey said with a wide comforting grin as she closed the panel and watched the system tell tales update. “Right, one panel down and a half dozen left to go.”she said patting the panel as it came fully online. She was pleased with the progress as she looked at her internal systems showed the AI was coming online fully. “The AI is up and running.” She said quietly. <br><br>She moved to the next panel that the Amazon opened. She tapped on her tablet and loaded the system diagnostics to run while she looked to Lilly for the parts to fix it with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>10-07-2021, 13:01:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Comms Array<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, Lilly<br><br><hr>For the first time since she woke up Mai felt relieved. What she remembered about the amnesia really was correct and other people were getting their memories back as well. To add a little icing to the cake, Sarah seemed to remember something about one of the names that came up through what little information they were able to access. Mai brought the info back and apparently she knew someone named Erik who had access to the files or maybe something even more. A smile grew on her face. <br><br>“I think between you and me we might make this whole place a lot more bearable. Or at least have something interesting to do.” Another warning alarm came through, interrupting their conversation. “Well, before we can make things bearable they had to first make things liveable.” She took in a breath. “Yeah, let’s go together. All of this isn’t going anywhere and once we get things stabilized we’ll have all the time in the world. Who knows, maybe just doing some work might help you remember some more stuff.” <br><br>By the time they got to where the rest of the ladies were it was clear White Punk Girl and Black Hacker Girl were hard at work doing something that looked important. Embracing an excuse not to talk to them, Mai turned to White Blonde Girl. “So we found some interesting stuff in the Comms room but nothing that will prevent us from dying. We also found a few tools and stuff. Maybe there’s something we can help fix?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>10-07-2021, 17:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cryo tube room<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Zoey, Any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>For a long, painful moment Sarah continued to struggle to recall the password, dancing just at the edges of her frayed consciousness.&nbsp; Without her realizing it, her hands lifted slightly, fingers curved as though over a keyboard, twitching faintly, as though the act of pretending to enter the information would bring it back to her.&nbsp; But it stayed stubbornly just out of her reach and she finally let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, frustrated and defeated -- at least for the moment.<br><br>Finally she turned her attention to what Mai was saying and nodded, absently, though now she was trying not to remember.&nbsp; Maybe, in the usual contrary way of such things, it would come back to her when she was least expecting it.&nbsp; "Right, yeah, let's go.&nbsp; First things first," she agreed, making sure to gather up all the tools they'd found before following the other woman back to the main computer area.<br><br>She held up the toolkit as Mai spoke, glancing around at the situation.&nbsp; "Once we're sure of our oxygen we might be able to find something more in Comms," she added, keeping it vague for now.&nbsp; Tamura might not have access to anything all that exciting, after all, but at least it might be a place to start.&nbsp; "You need any help?" she asked, leaning closer to the panels Tech Girl and the Amazon were working on -- though not <em>too</em> close, just in case the Amazon took offense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>10-07-2021, 21:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gruntwork<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah, open<br><br><hr><br>"Ask them," Ciane growled, drawing herself up full height to put a foot on the wrench and use her full seventy kilos to turn...one more...fucking...nut.&nbsp; How in the hell had things got so frozen up, when there had been atmo and temp control all along?&nbsp; When the cursed thing gave, she flashed a grin back of her shoulder at the questioner. "I'm just the help, luv." The wild hair was growing on her. Went well the bright eyes, and made the bird look exotic and fragile. Did the carpet match the drapes?, she wondered. She'd seen odder things. Was she inked, maybe?&nbsp; Ciane would pay to see that one bare, almost as much as Zoey.&nbsp; Not that she had anything to pay <em>with.</em><br><br>Crouching again, she spun the nut the rest of the way off, stuck her fingers in the cutout, and yanked the panel free. Something made a small ripping sound; the backseam of her coverall had split a bit, low down, near her tailbone. "Ah, now that's just fockin' luvly," she cursed, comically twisting to try to see her own back. "Last damn thing I need is air conditioning."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>14-07-2021, 23:43:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it, tool belt with pouches full of misc. tools<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Control Panels with the gang<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>With Zoey hard at work, Lily had been just handing tools to her and watching Ciane do the literal heavy lifting part. Watching the muscles strain on Ciane was almost as much fun as listening to her curse. After they got a panel or two cleared up the other part of the gang joined them. Mai showed up with a little information and some tools. Whatever it all was, was more use to the techies than it was to the grunts... Lily just realized that her and Ciane were the grunts, was the Asian woman a techie or a grunt? She thought about it and considered that it was no use trying to classify people when there was still so much to learn about her companions.<br><br>... <strong>"The fucking wankers!"</strong> Lily let out a curse. <strong>"Sorry, not you all. I just realized what happened to me."</strong>&nbsp; Images flooded her memory about what happened and why she was protesting.&nbsp; <strong>"The corpie bastards. There's more shit that I can't quite remember. But I just remembered the bastards were shorting the fruits and veggies in a rotation and diverting the food to themselves. One of the guys that does the deliveries told a bunch of us that the corpos were redirecting different foods from different markets into upper levels and hording it in warehouses, very massive warehouses. That was food that we were meant to eat, and it was getting canned and stored... Fuck them."</strong>&nbsp; She shook her head realizing she had just blurted her thoughts all out loud. She could remember getting pinned to the ground with a boot on her face and being beaten by clubs. It was all like flashes of memories but she knew that those were recent memories and she could see flashes of other protests. <strong>"Well.. sorry about that. Just remembering why I was protesting and what I can sent her for. My memory is like flipping through a photo album and stuff just keeps coming back to me."</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>15-07-2021, 00:06:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>EVENT ONE:&nbsp; Thin Ice</strong></span> - III c<br><br>The atmospheric controls and environmental stabilizers were coming online as the inmates worked on them. Fortunately this wasn't hard work and the instructions were clear for each. The AI delivered up tailored sets of directions for every issue they encountered. The ship was designed in such a way that most of the controls were universal or shared similarities with many other ship functions, all meant to be interchangeable for ease of repair. The hard work was done by the ships AI and the computerized controls as it regulated internal instructions and calculations to make the different parts of the ship perform different functions. Although altering those instructions and modifying anything took specialists with highly technical skills.<br><br>A clear female voice with a slightly British accent echoed throughout the whole of the ship:<br><br><strong>Please be advised that we have lost primary drone command from Lunar base and are now adrift in the debris field. The next attempt at reestablishing drone command will not occur for twenty four hours. The automated magnetic shielding has been engaged to keep the ship from coming in contact with debris.&nbsp; This will have no impact on your repairs.<br><br>Atmospheric controls should be fully operational once you repaired the required number of panels as previously instructed.<br><br>I am also going to advise that there is a large piece of debris less than 1764 meters directly off the hangar bay. It would be advantageous for some of the crew to retrieve it and bring it directly into the bay. There may be hull plating that can be used to repair the exterior hull of our ship. It will not require any work outside of the ship to get it as it will fit through the dock. Or for the more criminal element on board... It's a simple snatch and grab.</strong><br><br>The AI lightly chuckled at it's own humor.<br><br><strong>After analysis the sensory data indicates that PHI-828 was struck by a large piece of debris not from the debris field. This is what damaged our ship's systems and put us directly into the debris field.&nbsp; The origin of the offending debris is unknown at this time but it was definitely not from this field. It is also most certainly the cause of all our issues.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2021, 03:24:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Controls<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>At the sound of cloth tearing, Sarah found herself doing something unexpected: she laughed.&nbsp; Not that she really wanted to, of course not, and she did her best to turn the noise into a cough instead, but some strange combination of stress, worry, and the whole surreal situation drew a giggle out of her before she could stop it.&nbsp; "Oh, sorry, I -- "&nbsp; She broke off and cleared her throat, now thinking that she should have just ignored the entire thing instead of trying to apologize for it, and scrambled to try to work her way out of the hole she was digging for herself.&nbsp; "It isn't like any of our clothes really fit, anyway.&nbsp; I'll try and help you find something more your size later, okay?" she offered before she could think better of it.&nbsp; "Something less, um, drafty," she added, again fighting off a giggle.&nbsp; "I'll stop talking about that now, promise."<br><br>And certainly the news from the AI was far from amusing, much like its attempt at humor.&nbsp; "Twenty four hours," she muttered to herself, a day suddenly seeming more like an eternity.&nbsp; Did it really matter where the debris had come from?&nbsp; All she could think of was the irony of a ship designed to collect debris being disabled by debris.&nbsp; "So.&nbsp; Anyone know how to operate heavy machinery?&nbsp; Because no matter what that AI says, I'm not sure there's really going to be anything <em>simple</em> about hauling that debris in under the circumstances."&nbsp; As if to underline that thought, the ship let out a faint, distant groan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-07-2021, 05:49:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube &amp; Hallway<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Zoey smiled at the sound of the Amazon’s outfit tearing but managed to not to snicker. She smiled as she fought down the laugh that was fighting it’s way up and turned away to keep the smile from being seen by Ciane.&nbsp; Still it was kind of funny she thought as she turned her attention to the panel. She moved quickly to repair it as she followed the panel indicators. <br><br>“Yeah the outfits are a bit wild in sizes. I imagine that I’ll have to put padding in my ship shoes to keep them from flopping off.” Zoey said with an amused tone in her voice as she watched the panel indicators going from red to green as she worked. She stopped to listen to the AI update them on their current situation.&nbsp; A supermassive chunk of debris that had hit the ship in a blindsided strike was a lucky thing to have survived, it must have been moving quite slow relative to the ship’s velocity. She noted the details as she hurried them the panel’s pre-op checklist before restoring it to full function. <br><br>As it powered up, she moved to the panel that had busted the English chicks britches and started working on it, imaging that the air was already smelling better for the two units she’d gotten back online already.&nbsp; “So, who is fetching the debris into cargo bay?” She asked quietly as she worked on the panel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>16-07-2021, 15:03:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Flashback central<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> open<br><br><hr><br>Ciane didn't hear Sarah's laughter or Zoey's comment about their unis; didn't even register the AI's new warnings at first. Crazy-hair girl's earlier words, her recollection of her crimes, had sent an electric chill running through the mercenary. And memories followed.<br><br><br><br><em>Hell no, we can't grow!<br><br>Fuck you, we want food!<br><br>As slogans went, they were pretty shite. Some of the arms in the mob, though, were pretty good. Bricks, bits of paving, bottles rained down on their Kevlarine shields almost non-stop. Two of her line were already down with head injuries, helmets split and blood flowing- one of them might have lost an eye to an exceptionally 'lucky' throw.&nbsp; There was less air to breathe than fumes, even through her mask: smoke, sweat, fear; cordite and retch and tear gasses.&nbsp; Crazy prole buggers. Screaming they couldn't afford their kip, but they'd spent their ready on focking petrol at five pound fifty a litre to make focking bombs with. They were the last line. The Houses of Parliament were at her back, her chatterbox was full of panic and contrary orders...</em><br><br>Her hand clenched tight around the wrench shaft, she stared at Sarah. She was one of <strong>them</strong>. The looters, the wreckers. She needed to be-<br><br>No.&nbsp; No, that was there and then. This was here and now. Flashback.&nbsp; Fight or flight. Post-traumatic bollocks. All the terms the headquacks used came back. The girl with the crazy hair might be equally dim in other ways, but she wasn't tossing bottles, wasn't the one behind the wheel of the Humvee- a<em>nd where the bloody hell had they gotten <strong>that</strong>, eh?,</em> crashing through the barriers and across the square at them, smashing friend and foe alike under the heavy wheels...<br><br>With a growl, she tossed the weighty tool aside, winging it into a bulkhead with a clang. Fortunately, her reaction more or less lined up with the AI's report on the collision. "Dead fockin' brill," she snarled, not meeting anyone's eyes. "Blasted junkheap can tell us after the fact we got hit, didn't have the damn brains to duck?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrical</strong> on <strong>17-07-2021, 15:59:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong>&nbsp; Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> gray track suit with little red crosses on it, tool belt with pouches full of misc. tools<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Control Panels with the gang<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> ALL<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br>Zoey asked who was going to go get the debris and Lily was about to answer when she get a good visual on the tear in Ciane's coverall. Lily started to tilt her head to look into the opening. A little thought jumped out at her, PERV! A flush spread like wildfire across her cheeks and burned just as brightly. <br><br>The distant groan of the ship brought Lily back into focus as Sarah pointed out the difficulties of a possible salvage operation.<br><br>Lily stammered a moment before speaking, <strong>"I... Yes. I can fly so I should probably go with and show at least one other person how to do it. Get the debris and stuff that is. I mean I've never done anything like that but the flying, maneuvering, and hauling of stretchers is going to be... I don't know. Maybe it will be similar."</strong> In her here head Lily chastised herself for being such a blithering idiot. She looked around to see if anyone else wanted to jump on the debris duty with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2021, 22:37:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Controls<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Having been more than a little nervous as to how the Amazon might react to her unintentional laugh, Sarah had been keeping an eye on her just in case ducking was necessary.&nbsp; And for a brief moment, she did look angry -- but incredibly angry, even murderously, all out of proportion to what had actually happened.&nbsp; But before Sarah could get into full-blown panic, she realized that the Amazon also looked distant somehow, caught up in memory as so many of them often were, and the girl relaxed a fraction.&nbsp; It seemed as though they all had a lot of baggage of one kind or another, which wasn't exactly a surprise given where they all were.<br><br>And whatever she was remembering must be especially bad, as she flung the tool in her hand and Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of metal hitting metal at speed.&nbsp; Without realizing that it might not be such a good idea at this particular moment, she leaned a little closer.&nbsp; "Hey, you okay?" Sarah asked, quietly.&nbsp; "I mean, as okay as it gets right now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ron Don Volante</strong> on <strong>19-07-2021, 15:38:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QwfjIQ5.png?2)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Mai Lee Xiaong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874349#msg15874349)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison coveralls and her hair is a <em>mess</em><br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Control Panels with the gang<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Lily<br><br><hr>Bad news following worse news seemed to be the pattern in the few hours since Mai had woken up. And considering she had woken up on a prison ship with no memory that wasn’t a good sign. Somehow, for some reason, the fact that, except for Sarah, everyone thinking she was useless was the worst part of all of this. Ridiculous. What did she care about these people, especially that hulking brute of a woman with awful hair? <br><br>The fact remained that Mai did care. And there was only way for it to stop and finding whatever it was that The Colonel and The Boy/The Man had left for her probably wouldn’t do it. At least, not by itself. She spotted Sarah go counsel White Punk Girl who was getting a flashback. Well good. Let <em>her</em> know how it feels. “I’ll go with you,” she told White Blonde Girl. “After all…”<br><br><em>The Boy stared at Mai, wide eyed, as she put the cheap vibro knife into her purse. “Are you going to actually use that?”<br><br>“Only if I have to. After last time we have to be careful with Johns.”<br><br>The Boy put his hand over Mai’s. “But if you miss they might kill you instead of just beating you. Or you might kill them and if the cops come they’ll kill you. Is it worth the risk?”</em><br><br>“The worst case scenario, is I die. With this life, that wouldn’t be so bad.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>02-08-2021, 03:59:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Losing it a bit, then getting it back<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah/open<br><br><hr><br>Crazy hair was too close, moving closer. She was across the perimeter. She was one of&nbsp; <strong>them</strong>, a rioter, a traitor. Ciane should bang her head against the metal wall until she stopped moving, like she had with the wrench. No, she should take her down the hall and fist her until her eyes popped. No, she should...<br><br><em>She should get her shit together</em>, is what she should do. Sarah wasn't the enemy, not here, not now. Slowly, so slowly, the fight/flee/fuck circuit in her head cooled off. Ciane helped it along by shuffling over and bending to pick up the massive tool she'd tossed. Which caused another ripping sound to come from the back of her jumpsuit.<br><br>It couldn't be helped- she burst into bitter laughter.&nbsp; "Fine luv, just fine," she lied a bit, once she had her voice back under control. "Just a right dog's breakfast we're in, ey?" Hefting the wrench over one shoulder, like a soldier marching, she gave Sarah a ghastly smile. "Shoulda just fockin' shot us. Easier all 'round."<br><br>Looking over her shoulder at Zoey, she went on. "No point in wastin' a great lot of air going after the junk before we've got Life Support sorted. What's next?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-08-2021, 04:30:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr><strong>NAME:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Cyro Tube &amp; Hallway<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Zoey kept her amusement at the jumpsuit failure from her face as the second rip was heard, not trusting the Amazon’s temper from making her lash out at those laughing at her embarrassing situation. Her eyes twinkled though as the amusing situation played out before her eyes. <br><br>“Oh I reckon I can get the reconditioning units online with little to no time.”&nbsp; She said as she hurried thru restarting the one She was currently working on, seeing the system tell tales come up as she rebooted it. “It is simply retripping the systems back online, at least till I find the one that originally failed.” She said as she fanned herserself as she undid her suit’s front to cool off from her work.&nbsp; She grinned wickedly as he moved to the next unit, linking with it via her implants as she brought it online. <br><br>“I expect one or two of us could do the EVA and bring in the debris shard, I’m kind of curious as to how the ship didn’t detect it till after the collision happened.”&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>03-08-2021, 02:37:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874307#msg15874307)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Controls<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>Both the smile and the words were completely unconvincing, but Sarah humored her and returned the smile as best she could.&nbsp; They all had their demons, and sooner or later they'd probably better all sort through them, but there were plenty of more urgent things to deal with.&nbsp; Actually, sooner or later they'd probably all end up dead or insane anyway, the way things were going, but she tried not to dwell on that too much.&nbsp; "Dog's breakfast, yeah, that's about right," she agreed.&nbsp; "But where would the fun be in just shooting us?"<br><br>"Okay, so Mai and... " She paused awkwardly, searching her recent memories and not managing to find any recollection of the blond woman introducing herself -- though honestly she might easily have just forgotten it just like everything else.&nbsp; "Uh, sorry, I don't remember your name.&nbsp; I'm Sarah.&nbsp; So if you and Mai are going to work on the debris, then what can I help with?" she asked, glancing around the group.&nbsp; "I'm no tech genius, but I know a thing or two, and I catch on fast."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nowherewoman</strong> on <strong>19-08-2021, 21:00:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong>&nbsp; coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Losing it a bit, then getting it back<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sarah/open<br><br><hr><br>Ciane had a pretty good idea what the AI had borked on detecting the incoming junk: shite happens. It was a mathematical law, in fact. The lower you were on the totem pole, the more shite happened to you. Only made sense, seeing as had you had all those people up above you with their flies open and their knickers down. And their lot, well. They were about as far down the pole as you could slide without&nbsp; falling right the fock off.<br><br>Naturally, that was a 'why', not a how. The actual how was probably about as simple, adding up to poor maintenance and a bunch of nobs at home not giving a rat's arse what happened to a handful of cons. At any rate, she hoped that was all it was. It'd be proper crap, having lost everything, to now have someone trying deliberately to kill her. Again.<br><br>Anywise, most of that was out of her hands. Back, not brain was her field, so as&nbsp; others made plans to go grab the bit of junk that had hit them (and thank bloody God she wasn't on <strong>that </strong>crew), and finish up critical repairs, she decided to get down to some practical business that was within her grasp.<br><br>"Ay'll go walkabout, see if I can find a good place for us to doss down, clean it up some." And secure it. She couldn't say why, but she still had a 'spider on the back of the neck' feeling, telling her everything was not quite all right. Even beyond the obvious. "Look for some kip, while Ay'm at it. Right starving, Ay am." One eyebrow got raised at pink-hair girl. Sarah, was it? "Coming with then, luv? More hands means more chow."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: PHI-828 On Board... where it all begins (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valerian</strong> on <strong>21-08-2021, 00:50:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br><hr><br><strong>NAME:</strong> Sarah Moreno (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874307#msg15874307)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Atmospheric Controls<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciane, Any<br><br><hr><br class="clear_left"><br><br>"Uh, sure," Sarah said automatically, only a beat later realizing that being alone with the Amazon was exactly what she'd been trying to avoid.&nbsp; On the other hand, she seemed calm enough now, and food and water were awfully high on the priority list.&nbsp; If Sarah couldn't help with the other crises they currently had going, then at least this was something important.&nbsp; And keeping busy sounded pretty good at the moment, too.&nbsp; Not that being busy seemed to stop the flashbacks from hitting any of them, unfortunately, but it had to be better in other ways for them not to have the time to dwell on all the other things that still might go horribly wrong.<br><br>"Sure, yes, might as well see what we can find," she added, getting back to the subject at hand before her mind could wander completely away.&nbsp; She had a strong impression that without something to focus on she was terribly easily distracted, and now didn't seem like the best time for distraction, to say the least.&nbsp; "Just scream if you need us, guys," she said, turning to the rest of the group for a moment.&nbsp; "If we're all still alive in an hour, then maybe we can have a nice dinner.&nbsp; Or at least <em>a</em> dinner."&nbsp; Turning back to Ciane, she added, "Lead the way."
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