Back in the Black - IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 23:46:35</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 01:06:55</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/SpSpSaloon.jpg)<br><br><br>1700 hours - The <em>Space Sprocket</em>&nbsp; is somewhat crowded, but not packed.&nbsp; It serves a mixed crowd, laborers from the port and the ships, some lower level business types, but very few tourists, who didn't come to this town to eat in a place so "rustic" as this.&nbsp; It may be the reason the owner spends so little on upkeep, especially that part that can be seen from the outside -- to <em>keep out</em> the tourists.<br><br>Much of the crowd will probably clear out once many of the workers have a beer or two and go home.&nbsp; Others will be there well into the night.<br><br>There are as many people here for meals as for just the alcohol, but it isn't a family restaurant.&nbsp; The only children to be seen are some urchins hired to bus tables or sweep the floor.&nbsp; The first of the dock workers who slip out somewhere around five or a little earlier have their first beers and a few are pulling out the cards for a friendly game.&nbsp; A couple of the tables have checkers, and one a chess board.&nbsp; There's a roulette wheel that isn't being used.&nbsp; On a large viewing screen mounted to the wall between tables D and J is a game that looks like something between cricket and a gang fight.<br><br>Adorning the walls and hanging from the rafters for ambiance are various mechanical parts mostly associated with space travel, and all of them obsolete.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 01:57:52</strong>
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				<strong>Lynn (Passenger) - Space Sprocket table A- engaged in a low-stake poker game with table of workers. 1800hrs.</strong><br><br>The promise of a free meal was ample incentive to draw Lynn to the Sprocket. The wayward traveler followed her grumbling stomach into the rustic saloon with a weary smile and a stiff stride. She would be all too happy to part with the paper-thin mattresses and thunderous snoring fellow patrons of the fleabag flophouse she'd been holed up in the past few days awaiting her transport outta Paquin. With little else to do while waiting in layover limbo, she arrived had arrived just over an hour early, figuring on there being plenty of time to toss around what few ounces of platinum she had to her name into a friendly game of chance. There was more at stake then scraping together enough to restock on meds this time. If she didn't scrounge together fare by morning, she'd be stranded in Beaufort indefinitely. Her neglected gut lurched at the thought. <br><br>Perhaps there ought ought to have been more urgency to her hunt for a good game, but truthfully, she was too gorram tired to panic. Fortunately, there had been a table to her licking, where the players involved didn't give the impression they were the working type who wouldn't rob her diminutive hide outright. Lynn settled in, looking the part of a rim-worn colonist: Thick dark bobbed hair askew and boring earth toned worker wardrobe sporting the odd hole. Her lab coat along with all her worldly possessions remained tucked in the inconspicuous patchwork dufflebag at her feet. No need to go about advertising she was practicing without a licence this close to the core planets. <br><br>An hour crawled past, at which point in the game she would usual have turned a substantial profit, but the dinner crowd had rolled in, filling the room with tobacco smoke, chatter, and most distracting of all, the mingled aroma of their simple but hearty meals. Her attentions were split between the cards in her hand and the faces in the crowd in a search for the Captain. She shifted uneasily in her seat, suddenly feeling the rising temperature of the Sprocket. Pushing back a film of sweat from her brow to her hair, she tugged her rolled sleeves further up her creamy arms and drew a deep breath, doing what little she could to keep her head in the game. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 05:47:23</strong>
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				<strong>Cam(Pilot) - Space Sprocket - Entering at 1800hrs</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Cam spent most of the day after waking up late at 1030hrs making a tally of all of the preventative and... corrective maintenance that Cam wanted to do with the ship.&nbsp; Cam knew a little bit about the Maru already after hearing tales from the other pilots under the Colonel's employ, but this was his first chance to see it up close.&nbsp; After making a few wiring repairs himself, Cam headed out into the town of Beaufort looking for parts on a deal.<br>&nbsp;<br>As he approached the Sprocket, Cam reached down into the pocket of his leather duster coat to make sure his list was still there with the prices he'd found that day.&nbsp; Meanwhile, his hand in the other side pocket found his lucky credit chit and a couple of new items that he had "found" that day.&nbsp; What he found in his pocket was a few platinum chits that he found here and there while shopping, and then some 'industrial samples', or various lengths and gauges of wire and a couple of switches and the big haul of the day, a nice, shiny red button,which was in itself, quite shiny.<br>&nbsp;<br>Cam pushed through the crowd at the entrance and sidled up to the bar, putting down enough platinum to get himself a beer while he waited for the rest of the crew to arrive.&nbsp; In the mean time, his hand drifted inside of his coat where he found both his pistol and the frag grenade that always seemed to wind up in there.&nbsp; Sighing as he felt safer, Cam took another drag on the beer.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 13:38:06</strong>
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				<strong>Chase (Mechanic) - Space Sprocket - Entering at 1810hrs</strong><br><br>The Mechanic employed to keep the Musashi Maru floating was making his way towards the Sprocket to get himself something to wet his throat. One of his almost trademark cigarette's hanging from his mouth for the few moments it took his to take a quick inventory check of his person. It had dawned on him that if he gave up smoking he wouldn't need to buy them in such large bulk so when in space flight he could have his several packs a day without worry of running out. But then again, Chase loved his smokes. He was a happy man indeed when his job was done and he could sit back to light up a cigar....but the only cigars worth smoking were currently beyond his price range. <br><br>A couple of drinks however was not out of his price range. It was quite hot under his duster jacket (but you never knew when someone was going to take a pop at you or when he'd spot a fed). Making his way in the blonde haired mechanic spotted the Pilot, Mr. Wynn. As far as surnames went Chase found Wynn to be an odd one, but his surname was "Spencer" so he wasn't going to take issue with a man's surname. Regardless, a slow but confident walk carried him to a seat next to his ship mate. "Cam." he started with a nod before giving the signal to the fine gentleman behind the bar to bring him a drink.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 20:37:22</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Otto "Brad" Bradley - Running late but entering the Sprocket shortly after 1800</strong> <br><br>He was a Captain once again.&nbsp; And reflecting on his past as he faced an uncertain future on his way to the bar/restaurant. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs30/i/2008/131/f/c/Patchwork_George_Banks_by_La_Siren_of_Eire.jpg)<br><br>"Captain" had been his army rank during the war, though he was hardly the type to strike anyone as a military man.&nbsp; Certainly not a warrior.&nbsp; As an attorney with Independence sympathies, he felt it was his duty to join, and as anticipated, Otto Bradley was assigned to staff duty in a relatively safe area.&nbsp; Just like many other periods in history, putting together a large army from scratch resulted in a considerably different army than if it had been built incrementally.&nbsp; Militia sergeants became lieutenants, and lieutenants became colonels.&nbsp; Governors arranged commissions for political allies.&nbsp; Then, the war attempted to balance things out:&nbsp; Generals who never should have been generals died, resigned, or were courtmartialed, and majors who should have been generals eventually found their way to the top -- or died trying.<br><br>"Brad", lacking combat experience (and perhaps the ability to function in combat?) had been appointed a captain because of his reputation as a competent lawyer with experience in different levels of government.&nbsp; And he remained a Captain for the duration of the war.&nbsp; His duty assignments changed from time to time while his physical location remained constant.&nbsp; For a while he oversaw military contracts for weapons purchases.&nbsp; He was a cog in the wheel of the organization that reconciled the various planetary army and militia regulations into one common set of rules for Independent forces.&nbsp; For a while, he prosecuted court martial cases involving some high ranking but incompetent officers, making a few enemies in the process.&nbsp; And three months before the end of the war, he was taken prisoner along with most of the rest of the general staff on ... .&nbsp; For those three months, he worked with his Alliance captors to try to obtain the early parole of some of his fellow prisoners.&nbsp; After all, they all knew the war was over.<br><br>Returning home to find he no longer had a home, he first sought to obtain a position with a law firm on any of the border planets, only to find them all controlled by Alliance people who were not interested in employing any more "rebel" lawyers than absolutely necessary for their business.&nbsp; Then he roamed the rim for a while, trying his hand at bringing justice to the relatively lawless areas, but found out he wasn't suited for that, either.&nbsp; Finally, he ran into Colonel Green, who he did not know well, but had met briefly during the war.&nbsp; (The Colonel was a witness for the prosecution in a case Brad was prosecuting.)&nbsp; &nbsp;The Colonel had a few legal issues he needed clearing up, and Brad was on good enough relations with one of his former captors to help negotiate a bit of red tape.&nbsp; Eventually the Colonel provided some backing for Brad's run for the Justice of the Peace election, which he won.&nbsp; Brad's confidence may have been a bit premature, however, when he was soundly defeated in his run for Parliament.<br><br></div></div><br>Now, with a small law practice consisting of two lawyers and enough work to keep one of them busy, Brad had decided to try his hand at something else.&nbsp; The shipping business.&nbsp; And in an effort to get things started off on the right foot, he was using the last of his money (except for the emergency reserve) to spring for a nice dinner for the crew.<br><br>Reservations had been made.&nbsp; Not something Clyde the owner usually did, but Brad had been Justice of the Peace and therefore deserved the consideration.&nbsp; Not that anyone else in the joint would probably recognize Brad at all.&nbsp; A few of them, no doubt, had appeared before him to be arraigned, but they would have been too drunk to remember.&nbsp; Mostly his court had been of the "small claims" variety, and most of the patrons here didn't have the means to lose enough to make it to small claims court.&nbsp; <br><br>He had yet to meet his mechanic, Chase, so he had no way of knowing this was the man entering the Sprocket just ahead of him. As Brad entered, he waved to Clyde at the bar, who shouted a welcome to "Judge Bradley" and was pointing toward the "rizerved" table.&nbsp; The tables were large enough to seat eight people (10 if they didn't mind gettin' intimate.) A couple of pounds of beef and a couple of birds had been thrown on the grill, along with some fixin's, and a keg of beer was set on a stand next to Table #1.&nbsp; There was even a hand scrawled bilingual sign on the table that said "Rizerved for Juge Bradly party" in English.&nbsp; Clyde's Chinese was worse, and there appeared to be a symbol for a burning house.&nbsp; Yes, Clyde was one of those people who knew how to show his appreciation, and Brad hoped the burning building wasn't an omen.<br><br>Brad smiled when he saw the preparations that had been made, and glanced around the room looking for his crew.&nbsp; He didn't know any of them well, but they had all come with sufficiently high recommendations, and he was confident the process had gotten him a better crew than he could have on his own by posting ads and interviewing prospects.&nbsp; In this crowd, he wondered if he would even recognize any of them, or if they would recognize him.<br><br>If anything he would at least be one of the better dressed patrons.&nbsp; That should help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 21:03:13</strong>
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				<strong>Lynn (Passenger) - Space Sprocket table A- getting called out.</strong><br><br>Another early sweep of the patrons failed to present the captain - or at least she was distracted at the sight of a familiar face at the bar before she could thoroughly cover the room. Lynn became pallid and still as she considered the unwelcome specter from her past like an alabaster statue in her seat. <br><br>Catching the girl's shaken reaction, the large dusky man who'd been on a lengthy wining streak from across the table eagerly grinned "All in." Still shell shocked, Lynn blankly looked from him to her cards and back again before matching the wager. "Double Reapers." She said quietly, laying her unbeatable cards on the table. <br><br>She stood abruptly in the hopes of gathering her things and making herself sparse before Came took notice of her. A free meal hardly seemed worth the risk of being blown clear out of the atmo - those were stakes that seemed to come with lingering in alcohol serving places with the man, and those were one on which she rather not gamble. As she reached into the center of the table to claim her winnings, however, the dark calloused hands from across the table wrapped around her narrow wrist with vice-like strength, causing her to buckle slightly. <br><br>"Where you headin' in sucha hurry?" The man rasped lowly, eyes racking over the modest sized woman with no small measure of suspicion. His beady eyed gaze narrowed into slits as he uttered a word that set a hush over nearby tables. <br><br>"Cheat."
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				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 23:15:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eOFfWfKzYw/TTm0atbxPiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SQegik3o9S4/s1600/sadhla3.jpg)</div><strong>Angel (Passenger) - entering the Space Sprocket fashionably late at 1815</strong><br><br>When Angel walked into the tavern, her first thought was: <em>Alright, I am totally overdressed.</em> Angel was wearing a yellow choli with a cream satee, along with quite a few bracelets and big earrings. When Bel extended the invite to a dinner, Angel did not expect it to be in a place like this. But she should have, these were not the central planets anymore after all. <br><br>When she walked in, eyes were moving towards her and eyebrows were raised. Angel was not surprised. The way she was dressed made it quite clear that she was a companion with the guild, and the people in here were probably asking themselves what a companion was doing here. Nothing out of the ordinary for her.<br><br>She looked around, but did not see Bel anywhere. That was strange, but being on time was a skill not everyone posessed, including herself. She was making her way towards the bar to wait, walking with her natural grace, knowing that many eyes were on her. On her way to the bar she noticed the commotion at one of the gambling tables though. A big, dark man was grabbing the wrist of a much smaller woman, obviously hurting her. <br><br>That was something Angel did not like to see. Making a quick decision, she decided to intervene. She approached the big man from behind and tapped his shoulder slightly, clearing her throat in a quite royal manner. "Excuse me", she said as he was spinning around. "I would appreciate if you would not hurt my girl any further." The big guy stared down at her, obviously extremely confused. Angel smiled her smile number 6, which was able to turn the knees of men to jelly. She could see the reaction on the man's face. "Now please let her go?", she asked with a well calculated bat of her lashes. <br><br>As expected, the man let go of the woman, still staring at Angel. "Thank you so much, kind Sir.", she said. "Now come, girl. Enough trouble for one night." Now she took Lynn's hand gently and led her away, knowing quite well that she already had her winnings. As soon as they were a couple of steps away she whispered: "Play along. I'm Angel by the way."<br><br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> I took the liberty to have the big guy fall for the Companion charm. I hope that's okay.
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				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 02:31:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/leatherjacket3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Bel Lao (First Officer) -- Entering the Space Sprocket 1815</strong><br><br>Bel was still silently bemused by the <em>sah gwa</em> on the dock who had come up to her looking to get his palm greased as she entered the Sprocket just behind the Companion. She'd handled it, of course, and not to his satisfaction, but as a result she was running a little late, something the crew would learn was not her custom. She smiled wryly at the men salivating at Angel, reckoning it wasn't such a bad idea to walk into a place with her as it kept the mooks from staring at her.&nbsp; Noting that the captain had already arrived, she made her way over to him and nodded in greeting. <br><br>"Some pencil pusher with delusions of grandeur decided to try to shake me down as I was leaving the ship," she explained, her amusement plain. Clearly it hadn't rattled her. "I took care of it. Let me get the boys peeled off the bar over there and we should be good to go. It'll be right nice to sit down to dinner together, it was nice of you to buy."<br><br>She smiled seeing the preparations he had made, not really a common practice among most small freighter captains she knew. He seemed the good sort but there was little correlation between being a good man and a good captain so only time would tell how successful he'd be. In the mean time she's be along for the ride. She was about to head over to round-up Cam and Chase when she noticed the trouble with the passengers and a rather large disgruntled man but Angel seemed to have it well in hand to Bel just waved them over to the table for dinner, watching for a few moments longer to make sure it had blown over.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 04:30:19</strong>
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				<strong>Cam(Pilot) - Space Sprocket - 1815hrs</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Cam had noticed the potential fight about to start when he heard the loudly shouted 'Cheat', and he looked over to the table where the issue was.&nbsp; What he saw there was something out of his past, even though he couldn't place it.&nbsp; He knew he had seen the woman who was being held down by the large man, but he couldn't place her at all.&nbsp; That made him pay more attention, but certainly didn't mean that he was going to go save her or anything.&nbsp; Of course, out of nowhere, that obvious companion came and saved the past lady, which was good for her, he supposed.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was then that he saw Bel come in as well, and once she waved him and Chase over to a table, he grabbed what was left of his beer and made his way over to grab a seat.&nbsp; Nothing like getting a real dinner before a flight!&nbsp; Besides, he had things that he needed to talk to Bel about. He got a seat right next to her so that they could talk a little shop before they ate.<br>&nbsp;<br>"So, as you know, our active sensor package is out.&nbsp; I found that the issue is one of the transmission cards, and I found one local here for a few hundred platinum. I know that it's a complete ripoff, and while I could try to... obtain it... I think it'd be better if we could maybe bargain them down, maybe by trading something?&nbsp; I know it's just the active sensors, but do you really want to fly without them?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kaya</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 14:01:11</strong>
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				<strong>Angel (Passenger) - Space Sprocket</strong><strong>, at the approaching the table</strong><br><br>"You got your winnings?", Angel asked Lynn. "I'm sorry for calling you my girl, I thought that was the quickest way of getting rid of that guy. Ah, there's my appointment.", she said, noticing Bel at the table. "You should be okay to leave now." Of course Angel did not know that Lynn was another passenger on the same ship and also invited. But then she hesitated for a moment, giving Lynn a second look. Still, she did not say anything else. <br><br>Angel walked towards the table, still the pure picture of grace. She smiled smile number 3, a friendly, warm smile. She nodded at Bel before she said: "Good evening, Miss Bel." Then she turned towards the captain, saying: "And good evening to you, Sir. I thank you for the kind invitation. My name is Angel, I am a registered companion and a passenger on your ship." She picked a chair and sat down, sending smiles number 3 to all at the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 20:00:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127240.msg5617383#msg5617383">Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 20-12-2011, 20:37:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Captain Otto "Brad" Bradley - Near Table 1 in the Sprocket</strong> <br><br>If anything he would at least be one of the better dressed patrons.&nbsp; That should help.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Perusing the crowd, he couldn't help but notice the Companion.&nbsp; Why should he be any different than any other man or woman in the place.&nbsp; That knocked him down one on the <em>best dressed</em> list.&nbsp; He saw Bel and Cam were already at the table, and he had yet to meet the mechanic, but figured the only other person sitting at the table was him, the one they called Chase.&nbsp; From his looks, it didn't appear he could afford a pot to piss in, much less passage to ... well, to anyplace.&nbsp; Of course looks could be deceiving, but usually not.&nbsp; As an attorney, he'd dealt with his share of disreputable types, and thought he could read them fairly well.&nbsp; This is a man who might be involved in all manner of illegal activity, but who also loved his mother and wouldn't disrespect her by hiding contraband in her house.<br><br><em>Let's hope he sees us as surrogate family</em>, he thought to himself.<br><br>The group were sitting mostly with their backs to him, with Chase being the only one he could clearly see.&nbsp; Before he could address the group, there appeared to be a commotion starting at one of the gambling tables, and way too close to his.<br><br><em>Perfect</em>, he thought to himself.&nbsp; <em>That's why I scheduled this meetin' so early, so we could be outta here 'fore all the assholes got too drunk to mind their manners.</em><br><br>"Serves 'em right, pickin' a table right under the screen showin' the Squamish semifinals."&nbsp; That was said aloud, but to no one in particular.&nbsp; Then he saw the Companion approach and expertly diffuse the situation.&nbsp; Yes, he may have been a bit of a chauvinist, but he figured if there were more companions in diplomatic positions, the 'verse would be a much kinder gentler place.&nbsp; Then he chuckled at the thought:&nbsp; <em>diplomatic position</em>, and wondered if that was an actual <em>position</em> they trained on... and if it had a number.&nbsp; Oh well -- didn't matter.&nbsp; He figured he'd never be able to afford their rates, and if he did, he'd be too much of a cheapskate to engage the services of one anyway.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127240.msg5623206#msg5623206">Quote from: Teke on 22-12-2011, 04:30:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <br>&nbsp;He got a seat right next to her so that they could talk a little shop before they ate.<br>&nbsp;<br>"So, as you know, our active sensor package is out.&nbsp; I found that the issue is one of the transmission cards, and I found one local here for a few hundred platinum. I know that it's a complete ripoff, and while I could try to... obtain it... I think it'd be better if we could maybe bargain them down, maybe by trading something?&nbsp; I know it's just the active sensors, but do you really want to fly without them?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Didn't realize a cargo ship needed sensors to fly.&nbsp; 'sides, we're about outta coin for the luxuries.&nbsp; Reckin after this first haul you can make a list..." then he smiled at his own humor as he continued.&nbsp; "course that don't mean you'll get anything on the list, but writin' all down might make you feel better."<br><br>Now looking directly at Chase and extending his hand as he bent close enough to whisper.&nbsp; "Captain Bradley.&nbsp; Mister Spencer, I presume?"&nbsp; The noise level was picking back up after the relative quiet of everyone's attention being drawn to the poker game disturbance.&nbsp; Still, Brad kept his voice low as he said the man's name, realizing he might not want it advertised to the world.<br><br>A moment later, he realized the companion and the poker player were approaching their table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 21:42:03</strong>
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				<strong>Chase (Mechanic) - Space Sprocket - Moving at 1815hrs</strong><br><br>There was bit of a commotion, someone accusing a woman of cheating. Lazily Chase glanced over to keep an eye on the situation. There was a time when he'd have been over there and on top of the guy by now, but with that whole....keeping his head down to avoid the feds thing he had to be a bit more cautious. It was all well and good giving a cheat a kicking in, but when you were screaming "cheat" to avoid losing face or make an excuse to kick off it was just no good. Even worst when it was a big old guy picking a wee woman. Regardless the whore that just arrived claimed ownership of the girl and managed to defuse the situation. Chase was satisfied to return to his drink. <br><br>When they were called over he slid off his stool and made his way over. The bottle of booze in one hand and the other reaching for his packet of cigarettes. A leg hooked over the chair at the table they were congregating at and the blonde fugitive took a seat, a moment later lighting up before looking up at the group in general. There was one or two he hadn't met before. "Chase, the Mechanic." it was all the introduction they needed now unless they had questions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 00:53:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lynn (Passenger) - Space Sprocket - settling down at the Captain's table.</strong><br><br>Lynn's mind had been a whirl of half concocted excuses when the dazzling young woman with her hypnotic presence intervened on her behalf. The doctor had never crossed a companion in her travels, and didn't recognize the well dressed girl as one of the prestigious bed-warmers she heard tell about by boys spilling their fantasies over a shared drink. The seedy thoughts lingering behind the eyes of the burly card player were all too familiar. She could barely keep herself from rolling her eyes as the grip on her wrist eased. <br><br>She couldn't, however, restrain her lip from curling in a displeased snarl as "girl" grated across her ears. Being labelled as such by anyone would have been enough to poke at her pride, but the youth of the well dressed woman added sting to the perceived condescension. Lynn was in no position to argue, however. She claimed what was rightfully hers before being taken by the hand and being lead away under feigned chastising, adding to the small lump of repressed anger festering in her throat. <br><br>Though the large man seemed first intent on watching the two women retreat, he was soon drawn back into ordering a meal and another round by friends who were just as eager to diffuse the situation and get on with their evening. A glance over her shoulder allowed Lynn to see they were in the clear, and she promptly retracted her hand to the tune of the woman's apologies. Peace keeper that she was, she couldn't bring herself to hold a grudge against anyone who had gone out of their way to risk their neck to save her hide. <br><br>Her gaze trailed the peculiar woman to her table, where, much to her surprise, she spotted the captain as well. Only in coming to stand directly in front of the table did she notice Cam was among his guests. Hesitation gripped her, but as she scanned the faces of the other strangers present, it did not take her long t end her indecision as to whether or not to stay. <br><br>As she settled into her seat, she pushed her winnings toward her host as subtly as she could manage. "Evenin' Captain. Hope you don't mind payment in platinum. There ought to be be a little more there then discussed. Keep it. Figure its safer on you then me." She smiled sheepishly, a little embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she glanced back toward her former table. She greeted Bel and even Cam and Angel with the same self-aware grin, curious as to who among them were crew and who were passengers. Shed long learned not to ask for any information about a stranger that wasn't offered, however. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>23-12-2011, 02:29:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/leatherjacket3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Bel Lao (First Officer) -- At the captain's table</strong><br><br>Bel frowned slightly as she considered the sensor situation, the need for her answer somewhat mollified by the captain stepping in. If he said they were flying without it she wasn't about to argue it in front of the crew, especially before she had a chance to look into it. <br><br>"Captain's right, we can fly without it but I hear ya, Cam, I'd rather not fly without it if we don't have to," she said with a hint of a shrug. "Why don't you and me and Chase put our heads together and put together a list like the captain here suggests and we can prioritize what we need. Meanwhile I'll keep my eye out for a part that's priced reasonable. We can't get it now, we'll get it when we can."<br><br>She smiled at Angel and Lynn as they approached, and did the same as Chase joined them. "Good evening," she greeted them then waited until everyone found a chair to proceed. "I reckon I'm the only one who's&nbsp; met everybody so let me go 'round the table. This is Captain Bradley, for those who ain't met him. These young ladies have signed on as passengers -- this is Rui Wai Mun <em>shao jeh</em> and this is Miss Lynn Proctor.&nbsp; And these two gentlemen over here are Cam, our pilot, and Chase, the mechanic as you might have heard. I think I just might help myself to that keg, anybody else want one?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 23:09:15</strong>
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				As the First Officer made the introductions and various people greeted the others, the Captain - discretely as possible - counted out the coin Lynn had shoved his direction, taking note of the excess so he could return it to her at the appropriate time.&nbsp; After everyone had had their chance at exchanging the appropriate greetings, the captain spoke up to address the entire assemblage at the table in a jovial and optimistic manner:&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Everyone ... everyone fill a glass with something ... beer, Sihnon tea, water.. you passengers fill a glass too.. whatever your pleasure... we need to start off this venture with a toast."<br><br>When everyone had their glass, the Captain lifted his up to eye level and arm's length.<br><br>"There's an old nautical toast from Earth-that-was:&nbsp; <em>Fair winds and following seas.</em>&nbsp; To the ship, the crew, the cargo, the passengers, and the profits they'll bring."<br><br>After everyone had taken at least a sip, he sat down and encouraged everyone to fill their plates.&nbsp; "It's all been paid for already, so don't nobody be shy."&nbsp; Everyone in the party will probably notice the food is provided in disposable styrofoam containers -- suitable for taking home the leftovers.&nbsp; During the course of the meal, the captain also passed out hand-held communication devices he picked up that very afternoon to the three other crew members.<br><br>As the meal began to wind down, the Captain spoke again.<br><br>"Y'all feel free to keep eating while I talk.&nbsp; It's my understanding everybody's been told in one form or another where we're going and why we're going there, but I'll go over it again to make it official, so we're all on the same page.&nbsp; &nbsp;Our destination is Bellerophon, where we'll stop off long enough kick the cargo outta the hold, then on to Jiangyin where we might have a tentative deal lined up.&nbsp; Now, Miss Wai Mun has spoken to me about the possibility of a 24 hour layover on Bellerophon..."&nbsp; He stopped and smiled at the unintentional pun, then contined ... "Which, if she should choose to engage in some enterprise which will require said layover, might be a good time for the crew to give the ship another once-over and see what mighta broke loose on the trip.&nbsp; <br><br>We depart at 0800 local time tomorrow morning ... give or take.&nbsp; Might be we take on another passenger or two at the last minute, but I ain't holdin my breath.&nbsp; If my math is right, trip should take about a week.&nbsp; Our pilot might find my math is wrong and adjust that estimate accordingly.<br><br>Our cargo is mostly construction materials.&nbsp; 90 tons of limestone, 200 tons of cut lumber --some of it cedar, should keep the ship smelling nice and the moths outta your finery -- Left the ship in charge of the union boss overseeing the loading -- figure they'll finish up about the time we finish our meal.<br><br>Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>31-12-2011, 00:19:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lynn (Passenger) - Space Sprocket - at the captain`s table</strong><br><br>Lynn had been purposefully studying the grain of the table, avoiding making eye contact with those seated around her. The young doctor's brow lifted, however, at the invitation to drink, and her digits drummed happily against the table's edge. She wasted little time in flagging down a waitress and ordering a double of the house whiskey. Lynn nursed the beverage far more delicately then she dissected her meal, roughly tearing her roll and digging in to the three bean chili with voracious zeal that betrayed her huger. Some may have balked at her decision to forgo animal protein when offered a genuine meal, but she had her reasons. <br><br>She continued shovel in the odd bite as the captain reiterated the route discussed earlier. The only surprise in the itinerary was the possibility of a prolonged stay at Bellerophon, the reasons for which caused the latest bite of bread to catch in her throat. She coughed the piece of roll lose as subtly as could be managed, but her social misstep caused a slight tint of pink to color her cheeks. When the call for any further questions was made, she simply gave a sheepish shake of her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teke</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 04:03:32</strong>
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				<strong>Cam(Pilot) - Space Sprocket</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Cam knew when he was beat, and he certainly was when he was outnumbered by both the captain and by Bel as well, so he knew he should just drop it.&nbsp; "Ok, guys, I can see that I'm not getting a sensor package, but just remember that I wanted to if we end up needing one out in the black. I warned you!"<br>&nbsp;<br>Cam rose a shot glass of whiskey for the toast and downed it in one shot before going back to the beer that he had had refilled since coming from the bar.&nbsp; After then, Cam busied himself with serving up his dinner while the others might start up coversations and before the captain handed out a communicator to him.&nbsp; "Wow, these nice Cap, hope you got em for a good price. Thanks for the dinner too!"&nbsp; He dug in and was not at all shy about grabbing another roll or a bit of seconds.&nbsp; He knew all too well what could happen out in the black, and he always ate well before a flight.&nbsp; Cam himself participated in some of the good natured conversations with Bel, the Captain and Chase.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the captain went over the route again, Cam smiled and shugged as he was said to be the one who could update everyone on the schedule.&nbsp; "Well, a week is probably right.&nbsp; I could probably cut a day or so, depending on what your preferences are on probably Alliance patrols and such. I've always felt that the extra time is better than having a run in, myself."&nbsp; As he had been one of the more briefed people at the table, Cam didn't have any questions and instead just turned his attention to another bit of meat, real meat!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>It was then that he looked up and over to Lynn, whom he'd been reminded of her name earlier, but he still couldn't quite place her.&nbsp; "So, uhh, Lynn, right?&nbsp; For some reason I remember you... but I don't know from where.&nbsp; Were you in the war at all?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Back in the Black - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 03:06:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/leatherjacket3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Bel Lao (First Officer) -- At the captain's table</strong><br><br>"I hereby bestow upon you official 'I-told-you-so' rights," Bel said to Cam with a little smile then lifted her beer for the captain's toast. He'd gone over thing briefly with her before so she pretty much knew what he had to say so she found herself watching the others at the table. She wasn't sure what to make of Lynn. She seemed to be the nervous sort, the kind of person who was perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Bel couldn't help but wonder what her story was...or more importantly, if she was bringing trouble to the ship. Maybe they could have a little talk later, if not, the woman was just a passenger, how much hassle could occur in one little run? Still, she lifted an eyebrow when Cam spoke, hoping there wasn't going to be anything to the war talk. <br><br>She decided to let those two sort it out and turned to the mechanic. "Chase, do you have any sources for used parts near Bellepheron? Maybe if we have a little time we can track down some better prices on those sensors."<br>
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